The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The progress bar quietly increased by one percent.

Abaddon: ...

He couldn't help but picked up the ice water and took a sip silently, hiding his weird expression.

Are all superheroes so easy to deceive?

Peter on the opposite side is still doubting his life, "...Cain?"

Like seeing statues yawn from their pedestals, portraits talking to each other, the name "Cain" doesn't just pop up in real life, almost like a monster or a fairy in mythology.

Ya Pipi Cain Fairy Ba Monster Monster Mouth Running Train Dun: "Hmm..."

He put down the ice water.

After handing over that name, the short-lived frenzy and passion of the black-haired youth seemed to burn out.

He became gentle and weak again, even though the strange paleness just now remained on his face, those misty black eyes suddenly fell silent.

Almost as soon as he blurted out the question, Peter regretted it.

But what was rare was that although the black-haired youth—Cain—was already looking shaky, he was not overwhelmed by his unconscious questioning tone.

His tone was even calm, and he didn't even stop once during the narration.

"My old name was Cain."

Under Peter's gaze, the young man raised a hand and brushed the broken hair covering his forehead.

Red scars and shrunken scars are like dry roses, lying quietly on that inch of cold white skin.

These scars did not damage the young man's beauty, perhaps because of his temperament, even the scars did not make Peter feel wary of the young man.

"This is..." he murmured.

"It's the same blood that flows in my veins, but doesn't exist in my body. My brother's blood."

Cain whispered.

He unbuttoned the cufflinks of the elegant lantern sleeves again, revealing his tightly wrapped wrists. Red scars and atrophic scars also only existed on his wrists.

"But there's no blood on your hands."

Peter didn't know what expression to make.

While chanting nervously, he asked Cain to quickly button up his cuffs, while he couldn't help but look at Cain's hand.

The young man's hands are thin and slender, and like his people, they are all carved by the gods and endowed with great preference. The hands are smooth, pale, and empty.

"On that day, I heard my brother's screams."

The black-haired young man smiled bitterly, and slowly narrated the story from thousands of years ago. His eyes looked towards the void, and the melancholy there almost made Peter empathize with him.

"I thought my brother had been murdered by thieves and brigands, so I returned to him as fast as I could with the sharpened pestle I used to drive the sheep."

When the young man said this, he paused, as if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"...but even at top speed, it was too late. By the time I got to him, my brother was down in the middle of the earth."

"Oh no..."

Peter couldn't bear to bury his face back into his hands, the black-haired young man looked at him, a frightening light flashed in his eyes.

Only a person who has really suffered will show that expression when talking about grievances.

"His blood seeped into the ground, and when I tried to help him up, it also splashed on my face."

The sandwich was completely cold, and there was still one bite left, but Peter couldn't get up the mood to eat that bite.

"you……"

"Yes, nothing wrong."

Cain leaned against the deck with a slightly absent-minded expression.

"People heard his screams, found the sharp pestle in my hand, and saw the blood on my face. ... And when they rushed over, I became a villain without heart, a vile envy, a murderer My brother's murderer."

"But why were you found guilty?"

Fascinated by this appalling and magical tragedy, Peter couldn't help but ask a question.

"........."

The black-haired young man slowly lowered his eyes, as if his heart had been pierced by his blow.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" Peter immediately apologized at the speed of light, "Don't say what you don't want to say, I have already understood why such a thing happened—"

"It's ok."

Cain raised his head and smiled at him, Peter's blurted apology seemed to soften his heart and increase the youth's courage.

"It doesn't do me any good to keep these secrets all the time." He shook his head melancholy and tenderly, "Secrets are like venom gnawing at my heart, like a lamb being beaten severely by its master for no reason, One day, it will use its horns to overthrow that master!"

Peter: ...

"Cain came from thousands of years ago" suddenly became clearer in his mind.

"On that day my God judged me."

The dark-haired youth's eyes were filled with melancholy mist, and Peter thought he was about to cry again, and it turned out to be true.

"...Because I could not prove my innocence, God pronounced me guilty. I was, at that moment, expelled from my own home by the strongest law in the world."

"how so………"

Suddenly, Peter was very fortunate that modern law can make it possible to never suspect a crime.

Cain didn't know what he was thinking, the young man's voice became hoarse when he spoke, so he picked up the water glass and took a sip of the ice water.

"...I asked the people around, and they said that the homeland was still the same as usual, the sun was shining brightly, but in my eyes, only vultures were circling high in the sky, ready to peck at a carrion at any time, lightning and thunder thundered in mid-air, torrential rain was pouring, and poisonous insects were everywhere. overflow. The phantom ran after me, telling me that I was a murderer, the heinous snake that killed my mother and brother.  …”

Peter heard a choke.

He hastily and considerately lowered his head, not looking directly at Cain's face, until he heard the sound of something being moved on the table.

The black-haired youth went to get a tissue.

After a few seconds, he took a deep breath and continued to speak.

"I was driven mad by those phantoms, my friend. Even a normal person would not be able to accept a phantom accusing him of committing a crime like this, not to mention that I witnessed my brother's death with my own eyes. Sentenced."

"...No one can bear this." Peter opened his mouth, clumsily comforting the dark-haired youth opposite.

"Then I...I left my home with my bare hands, nothing with me, and clothes that were still stained with my brother's blood....I thought at the time, if God can't prove my innocence, then I'm just so hungry To die, to die of thirst in the desert, is not necessarily a good thing.””

Peter could hear God, and shivered suddenly.

At this moment, a smile appeared on Cain's face.

A faint, helpless expression flashed along with this smile, adding a gleam to his face that he couldn't look directly at.

If Peter had any doubts about the identity of the black-haired youth before, it is completely gone now.

—If anyone could know this in detail, except Cain, there would be only his dead brother Abel, the gods and the listening devils.

"You look forward to the end of the story as much as I do, my friend."

At some point, Cain stopped the narration, and waited thoughtfully for Peter to come back to his senses.

"Sorry, I was just shocked..." Peter took a breath and apologized again at the speed of light, "Please continue, I am very, very interested in your story, and I am very lucky to hear such a story in my age—— I mean--"

"I understand what you mean, don't use "you" to address me."

The black-haired young man laughed, slightly pressed his hand down, and made a "no" gesture.

Somehow, the snap shut Peter completely and focused again; there was something about Cain that made him listen intently.

"Where are we talking?" The dark-haired young man's voice was low as if he was talking to himself, "Oh... yes, I once thought about going to the desert to die as soon as I left my home."

"That's cruel."

Peter shuddered again.

"Perhaps now, when my heart still has spare time, I think so. But once, when my heart was full of grief, the only thing left to me was death. My god no longer has mercy on me, but Sentenced my banishment himself."

"........."

Peter has been completely speechless, but fortunately, Cain's story has come to an end.

"I still believe in my gods," he said with a smile, "the gods are always fair."

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"The moment I rushed out of my home, all the parts that touched my brother's blood turned into scars and scars. People were expecting to see a monster of rot and sores, but I was still me, the blood only stayed on my forehead, I wrist, and even just a drop on my chest."

"This immediately..." Peter murmured.

"Yes," said Cain, "that immediately proves my innocence."

The black-haired young man fell into the sea of ​​memories again, and in order to ask questions in his heart, Peter took out his mobile phone from his pocket, prepared to search for Cain's story, and asked him why there was such a situation that was completely inconsistent with the facts from thousands of years ago.

After unlocking the phone, he subconsciously opened the app with the little blue bird icon.

Before Peter knew it, his hand had clicked on the latest trend.

One catches the eye, and it's set in New York City, and it's called "He's So Handsome."

Who is too handsome?

An ominous premonition suddenly passed through Peter's heart.He clicked on the trend and slid down. In addition to a bunch of Twitter users who called "Brother up me", there was also a high-definition big picture.

This is a candid picture, but it doesn't shake your hands when you look at it, and the two protagonists are clearly visible.

One of them is Cain's beautiful face, which is so beautiful that men and women can take it all, and the other is...

Him, Peter Parker.

In this photo, the two of them folded their hands together, as if their love was stronger than gold, and they were full of affection.

Many people are arguing in the comment area, which lucky boy can hold the beauty's hand as he pleases.

Little Spider: Split slowly.

Mr. Stark had just left New York in a hurry this morning, but Peter had already imagined Mr. Stark's expression when he came back.

The richest man in New York will definitely turn on the holographic projection to the maximum, put the picture on Peter's face, and then ask him in a calm tone.

"kid, what's going on?"

Peter put down his phone, closed his eyes peacefully, curled up, his whole body gradually faded, petrified, and died socially.

Little Spider: Huh.

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