[Zhongyingmei] dishonest love

Hours later, Jenny woke up.

The messy scene told her that what happened was not a dream, the wound on the back of her hand had already congealed, but the blood was bleeding a bit, and she was still dizzy...

Should she be glad that the bathroom is a private area without monitoring?Otherwise, even if she wanted to pretend nothing happened, she would have no credibility at all.

Even if the pile of debris is put back in place, there is no way to pretend that nothing happened. No wonder Mr. Stark looked at her with that kind of eyes.

She grieved from the bottom of her heart and smiled back, even laughing at herself in the mirror—she is so sad, she sticks to a corner, endures all loneliness and loneliness, and the only pillar is what she thinks is "maternal love"... see clearly The truth is, she may have loved you, but that meager emotion is not as good as the attachment to a mistake... Is it not "attachment", a one-man show that I directed and acted for nearly ten years and refused to wake up.

Taking off her watch, putting down her mobile phone and wallet to avoid any possibility of being tracked, Jane walked aimlessly in a random direction.

In the early morning, the sun had not yet risen, and the street lights on the street were still a little on. Jenny looked back at Peter's room, which was adjacent to her own room—he had never had the habit of drawing the curtains, and he was probably in a good dream now.What a tragic contrast, she just woke up from her dream...

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"Hi, is anyone there? What's going on? Where is this?" Peter stood in a base-like place, looking at the empty space, feeling at a loss for a moment.

He clearly remembered that he was sleeping on the bed, but he came here out of nowhere. If it was a dream, why didn't he wake up—since he already realized that it was a dream?

Stretching out his hand to touch the metal-colored wall, Peter's face was solemn. He could touch the wall instead of passing through it, but he didn't feel anything. He touched a tangible thing, but he concluded "he touched this thing" except visually. , there is no sense of touch at all... He thought for a while and finally thought of a suitable metaphor, yes, it's like a VR game...

It seemed like a long time passed—it was hard to say, being alone and having nothing to pass the time made him lose the concept of time, and felt that the passage of time was extraordinarily long.The door in front of me finally opened, and in came a man and a woman, the man in a suit and the woman dressed as a scientist.

"Finally someone is here. Hello, hello, where is this place?" Peter stepped forward to greet him.

Those two didn't see him at all, they walked past him while talking...

The pierced Peter chased after him desperately, put his hand on the man's shoulder, and passed through... Is emotion a VR game from the perspective of a ghost?Peter had no choice but to give up talking and follow the two of them forward, while collecting plot information.

"It's a headache above, wow, it turns out that mutants are indeed dangerous, they don't need Omega-level ones to destroy the world, and any seemingly harmless mutant can steal the Rubik's Cube under the jurisdiction of the heavily guarded S.H.I.E.L.D. The man was carrying his briefcase, as if impatient with the trip, "What's the use of asking every day, do you know Occlumency? That fellow Clarington's ability has a similar function. Instead of starting from him, it's better to start with Put more effort into Drizzt."

Clarington...Peter heard the familiar surname, but he didn't think he would dream of Sebastian, and Drizzt had no impression...

The woman flipped through the folder and pushed her glasses: "A mission is a mission, but your suggestion is feasible. Everyone is guessing what she wants for the Rubik's Cube... Is there any news about Jessica? Maybe she knows better."

"You don't really count on the so-called "will of the universe" to save the world, one of the secrets of secret agents: Never trust people who appear and disappear!" The man stopped in front of a door and opened the mechanical shutter in front of the bulletproof glass, "Karat Killington! You're not here on vacation!"

Seeing through the window, Peter stared wide-eyed—the man in the orange prison uniform was clearly Sebastian, no, to be precise, it was the older version of Sebastian, who looked 27 or [-] years old , the facial features have not changed much, and the temperament is still outstanding. The young man sat up slowly, closed the book in his hand and looked over.The position of the line of sight was so accurate that Peter almost felt that he could see himself, but he still spoke to the agent man: "Kevin, are you doing useless work again?" The woman greeted: "Mercedes, good afternoon. Is she... all right?"

How much I hate Sebastian, dreaming that he is in prison, Peter sighed.

The man named Kevin rolled his eyes: "The conclusion is obvious, let's go, when you are willing to confess, remember to have a better attitude."

Mercedes had a faint smile on his face: "Sebastian, good afternoon. There is no special news about her right now, so maybe this is considered good news. I just need to visit her later."

Sebastian lowered his head: "Well, convey the greetings for me." Then he lay back on the bed and flipped through the book.

Leaving Sebastian's side, the two came to a place that looked more hidden. If the level of the place where Sebastian was detained was A, at least it was SSS. I don't know how many verification methods and obstacles , finally came to the most central room, there are many instruments here, the most eye-catching is the transparent cylinder embedded in the metal frame in the center of the room, there is a person in it...

The person locked in the cylinder wears a mask that covers the lower half of his face, his limbs are bound, his eyes are closed, and he is quietly suspended in the transparent liquid.Her long golden-brown hair danced slowly along the water, but otherwise she was as quiet as a dead man.

Kevin pointed to the metal frame of the column with his chin: "To build that, guess how many shields of Captain America can be made from the vibranium used?"

"I don't care." Skillfully manipulating the switches on the console, Mercedes did not appreciate Kevin's topic.

"Six..." Kevin still gave the answer on his own, "From this, you know how dangerous she is."

"The mental fluctuations are still increasing, and her vital signs continue to decline. If this continues, she won't be able to survive for a few more days." Mercedes' tone was slightly melancholy, "She shouldn't be locked up here like a sinner...after all something like that happened..."

"Huh? You won't tell me that you can understand her quite well, then you are not far from mental illness. A woman is a woman... You'd better not forget that the person you sympathize with is certified by the International Premier League Association Class A war criminal." Kevin said with disdain, "After collecting the data, he left. It's really uncomfortable to stay here."

Mercedes turned off some things, stared at the woman in the glass pillar and whispered: "Universal Rubik's Cube can cross dimensions, it should work if you say it... You went to find him, right? Jane, you can't hold on How long, come back."

The two left here, but Peter didn't follow. The "Jane" that Mercedes called surprised him. He walked to the middle of the room, bent slightly to observe the woman's downcast face carefully—God, what is this? What a dream, although half of her face was blocked and her eyes were not opened, but the more Peter looked at her, the more she looked like Jenny, of course she was still the adult version of Jenny in her twenties...

"What broken dream?" Peter couldn't help but patted the surface of the pillar, "I'll take you out of here." How could he dream of such an uncomfortable scene—she was locked in a glass pillar soaked in liquid, like a science fiction The monsters in the movie have no human rights at all!

The cylinder vibrated a few times, and even the liquid inside shook. Even though he tried his best, he still couldn't shake the transparent prison. Peter turned and walked back to the operating table, and began to see something like a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. What, he missed the moment when the eyelashes of the woman in the cylinder fluttered slightly...

The instruments that were on standby were turned on one by one, but none of them let her out.

Either wake up, or let me rescue her!Peter, who couldn't find the correct switch for a long time, was so angry that he thumped the operating table—it seemed that he hit something, the liquid in the cylinder was drained, and the person who was suspended in the cylinder fell down...

"It's not going to happen..." Peter was worried that he would do something bad with good intentions, and tried to flick the switch that he accidentally punched just now.

Out of the corner of the eye, the person inside the cylinder moved, and she struggled to slam into it to get his attention.

Peter ran over quickly: "Jenny, is that you?" Her long hair was messily stuck to her pale cheeks, and she was extremely embarrassed, her green eyes were wide open, which made her skinny and pitiful.

She couldn't seem to hear what he was saying, and Peter breathed on the cylinder and wrote—Jenny?

The people inside nodded desperately, tears kept overflowing from their eyes.

Peter became even more anxious, and continued to write—don't cry, I'll get you out.

In a hurry, he made several mistakes, but she still understood it——she was shaking her head, keeping her eyes on his face for a moment, her expression moving and her tears not stopping.

Peter picked up the things he could get and started to smash the pillars, but he still didn't make any progress. He was so angry that he smashed them with his hands, and Jane started to hit the pillars with her head to attract his attention...

How can I help you? —he wrote.

The hands tied cross-bound by the binding belt on the chest struggled to form a shape, separated by the cylinder and the fabric, she stuck her hands on the cylinder with a difficult posture, this action made her whole body stick to the inside of the cylinder, very The embarrassing action made people unable to laugh, she was trying so hard to get closer to him, and even closer.

Peter froze for a moment, and slowly put his hand over it—"Like this?" He said it, but she seemed to recognize his words from the shape of her mouth, and pressed her head firmly against the cylinder.

Her invisible sadness infected Peter. Unknowingly, Peter was sore by this weird dream, and he shed tears: "What happened?" She looked at him with such nostalgia and surprise, like a death row prisoner seeing him for the last time. When I saw my lover, it was like... saying goodbye.

The instrument behind her began to make a sharp sound, and the person attached to the pillar seemed to be losing her life little by little. She raised her eyes and glanced at the person outside the pillar, and a faint blue light lit up on her chest. Outside, Peter felt the weight suddenly appearing in his arms, and she lowered her head slightly to put her face on his shoulders—this Janie was a little taller, almost as tall as him, and the movement took all her strength.

"I love you, goodbye..." Peter seemed to hear her say this, and then she returned to the column, as if she had never come out, Peter looked back blankly, the line showing the heartbeat on the instrument tended to be flat—she fell down ...

"No!!!!" Peter sat up from the bed, he clutched his chest tightly and couldn't get out of the suffocating dream for a moment.

He looked at the time - 6:10 in the morning, regardless of the possibility of disturbing Jane's sleep, he hurriedly got dressed and knocked on Jane's door.

Friday opened the door for him, and told him that Janie was out.

He asked where she had been to no avail, and Friday only said that she had been in the bathroom last night—the bedroom and the bathroom were the only two places that remained original, and it was a matter of privacy.

Peter walked into the bedroom, keenly aware of what was missing in the bedroom, and then the bathroom, a pile of debris on the floor mixed with a considerable amount of blood, clenched his fists, Peter panicked, he still did something wrong.