[Zhongyingmei] dishonest love

Leaving aside their identities as partners in private, the two work departments are not in the same place on weekdays, so Peter was free to go to the legal department during his lunch break, just in time for Jenny to go out.

"Good afternoon, where are you going? Have lunch?" Peter hurriedly stopped Jane, "I have something to talk to you, let's have lunch together."

"Talk about what?"

He smiled energetically: "Dating." Peter felt that although their dating process was different from that of ordinary people, according to the common practice of going to bed on three dates, at least they had dated several times and established a relationship. It's not an exaggeration, anyway, in this era, if you meet, you will get together, and if you don't, you will be separated.

Jenny paused, pushed her glasses and looked at him: "Shall we just get married?" She actually had a quiet appearance, and because of the blessing of her shape, every word she said carried a serious temperament.

Peter laughed dryly, this is too exaggerated: "We just..."

His words were interrupted by Jenny's sneer: "You also know that we want to describe the relationship as "just". What's more, no one knows about it, so he will plunge into it headlong. I haven't seen him for a year, and he still hasn't made any progress in the relationship between men and women. It's still her fault.Her eyes were gloomy and focused on his embarrassed smile, and Jane's expressionless eyes made the atmosphere even more solidified.

"I thought you, you wanted to develop a stable relationship." Even though they were of the same age, she looked condescending like an older person. Peter frowned and muttered, "Isn't it?"

"Yeah, a stable relationship between friends, if you get together, you will get together, if you don't, you will break up."

"P friends..." He wanted to change the emotional status of Facebook from "single" to "in love", but no matter what, P friends would only be classified as "complex", Peter smiled bitterly, "You don't seem to live like this A casual person." He wanted to say that she seemed to be the type who would not take feelings lightly, but felt that drawing such a conclusion was too intuitive and arbitrary, so he changed his words before he could say it.

"I am." From a long time ago, she couldn't tell what kind of person she was.

It is the nightmare of the inner demon haunting every night, the catastrophe of life and death hanging above the head...it is the redundant, weak and unnecessary part.

She always believes that she should be alone and solve troubles for herself. Whether Sebastian or Spider-Man, she should not be contaminated by these dark sides at all.

Peter Parker was accidentally thrown into the muddy water by her, and after she regained her composure, she made up her mind that she must take the initiative to remove him from the pile of troubles: "I think we can settle things. This is for your own good, I... It's a mess."

"What do you mean?" Peter felt a little uncomfortable because of her friend's unfeeling description, but after hearing her last sentence, he felt that the problem did not lie in her complete indifference to him.

"Everything." Jenny stopped confronting him and walked away from him, "...to be emotional, it's just wrong." Peter Parker might be the answer, but she was the wrong question.

"Are you in some trouble?" He instinctively said so.

Remarkably sharp, good-guy-level meddling.Jenny couldn't sneer at this kind of pure kindness, she lowered her head: "Thank you, I'll just solve it myself."

……

After the weird conversation that day, Spider-Man hadn’t received any missions for a few days in a row. No missions meant that there was no need to contact his “partner”. Peter had been worrying about how to get along with her for the past few days— ——He was insensitive to the friendship relationship, but the idea of ​​falling in love was blocked by her blatant rejection.All the ways that point to getting along with each other have been crossed out by her, business-like?It seems that this attitude is the only one that works, but he doesn't like it at all.

The work of the technical department is not too busy, and occasionally he will help others in his spare time. When passing by the intelligence department, Anderson, the fourth-level agent of the intelligence department, asked Peter to help hand over a document.

Since the Mutant Act was officially passed nine years ago, the X-Men has become a certified functional organization, strictly speaking, it is under the CIA. Only deal with category C incidents related to mutants, that is, some minor newly registered mutant identity registrations and small crime incidents, and the rest of the incidents will be handed over to the X-Men.

Peter is fully qualified to view the materials with level-[-] authority. The date and classification on the data envelope gave Peter a vague premonition, and he opened the data bag out of an intuition that he couldn't explain clearly.

Peter hastily read the document and handed it over to the relevant person in charge according to the procedures. After overturning countless reasoning in his mind, he finally couldn't help but look for the person he hadn't seen for a few days after get off work.

The person he was looking for hadn't left the office building yet, and Peter learned from surveillance that she had gone to the rooftop.It wasn't until Peter opened the roof door that he saw Sebastian still there. I don't know how long the two of them stayed on the roof. There were a lot of half-lit cigarettes scattered on the ground. Peter and Sebastian who was about to leave Ann passed by, and the young man with a tired face smelled of tobacco, but it was not heavy.

"Peter, you..." Sebastian pursed his lips, hesitant to speak, "It's okay."

Peter didn't hesitate for a moment about Sebastian's inadvertently familiar attitude. After Sebastian left, he took a deep breath and walked behind Jane: "The night we met, push forward." A moment, where are you? What are you doing?!"

A-level sealed file—Suspected mutant committed the crime. Due to the special identity of the deceased, the media news was completely blocked, and even the relevant departments waited for formal approval before getting involved in the investigation process.

"...I don't know." Jenny crushed the cigarette butt on the railing fiercely, her action was quite irritable, but her expression became more and more lonely in the silence, "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Dewey Wayans, do you remember the name?"

"There are a few people who don't remember him—the executive president of Wayans Film Entertainment." The cigarette between her fingers was half lit, she stared at the flickering light, thinking about something, and she answered impeccably , but my heart became more and more flustered.It's just not preventing success. She doesn't know if she is considered a forced accomplice in this situation, or if she is more implicated by that guy's wanton behavior, but even if these are not counted, there is always one thing she can't get rid of. .

"Someone died, did you kill it? Information dealer and part-time killer?!" He obviously didn't smell blood on her body that night, and the crime scene shown in the picture was a mess. It might be a coincidence... Even if the time and The location is right!

"..." She really wanted to say no, but she couldn't say a single word.What a pity, she is like a gambler heavily in debt, tearing down the east wall to make up for the west wall, and the decency she is trying to maintain will still be defeated by him mercilessly.

"Speak up!" Peter tugged at her, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, "I trust my intuition, I know you won't lie, as long as you tell me, I will believe you." Then go on on this basis investigation.

A sentence that seemed familiar, Jane stared at the scattered cigarette butts on the ground, and felt that she had returned to that night in Queens for a moment: "Hey, do you think I like cigarettes?"

"Don't change the subject, it's a life!"

"You answer me first, and I'll answer you." Jane was extremely persistent.

Peter took a deep breath: "I like it." These cigarette butts are evidence!He suppressed his anger and gave the answer, but the thoughts in his heart were completely opposite - seeing her frank world-weary expression, how could she not be masochistic?

"...I don't like it." She crumpled up the remaining cigarettes and the cigarette case, showing a rare childish complaining expression, "I obviously don't like it."

"Smoking if you don't like it? You're going to make yourself suffer...Okay, I've answered your question, hurry up and answer my question." Peter snatched the crumpled cigarette case from her hand, clenched it into a ball and threw it away. Into the trash can, feeling anxious.

"No." No matter how many times I told myself that I couldn't continue to rely on the temperature he gave, it was still because of a little bit of detail that I couldn't make it into an army. He gave me the confidence that she couldn't be sure, "It's not me, you go and check it, get my DNA It doesn’t matter if you compare it, or use any method...it’s not me.”

"No, it's not..." Peter said in a low voice. He fumbled in his pocket twice but found nothing. Finally, he pulled his sleeve and wiped her face, "Why are you crying..."

……

She rarely lost control of her emotions and cried for a while, Peter felt a little uncomfortable watching it, but she still had to talk about what should be talked about, and when she calmed down a bit, Peter continued to ask: "I believe you, but there is something you didn't tell me—— Although you didn't do it, you know who it is, right?"

"It's none of your business, someone will take care of it."

Too dangerous, too dangerous even for Spider-Man.

"You really know." Peter got the answer from her reaction, "Even if you don't tell me, I will investigate, why don't you tell me what you think I can know."

"There are some things that you can't find out if you want to." Jane was not worried about this at all, and refused to disclose the information again.

There was a gust of wind on the roof, and before Jenny had no reaction, Peter had jumped up exaggeratedly and pushed her back. He was not nervous but had sensed the danger before her, and the distorted point in the air gradually expanded.

The deja vu space door made both of them look shocked. In the blink of an eye, Peter was equipped with the battle suit, and Jane also held her breath and unlocked the bracelet with the password.

Walking out of the gradually expanding space door was a high school student-aged girl. Peter was stunned when he saw her face, as if by magic, her entire appearance changed within a few steps and finally became the same as Jane. The same face: "...I found a new body, you can keep that tattered one for yourself."