[Zhongyingmei] Say you lack treatment

21. After returning from the parallel world of Captain America [-], the rectification of the Management Bureau had just come to an end. Ou Huang glanced at the Spider-Man world mission card in the little girl's hand, and raised his eyebrows clearly.

Three minutes later, the little girl who was still handing in the task at the front desk welcomed 3 who was calmly holding the flower and bird scroll.

When he saw the familiar look in the eyes of the little African chief and the yearning look of the writing African chief for the European continent, a soft smile finally flashed on 23's usually indifferent face.

She directly handed the flower and bird scroll to the young lady at the front desk, gave some instructions in a low voice, and then said to 21: "I have been to this world before, in order to avoid the misunderstanding between Spiderman and the little green goblin, so I rushed to Spiderman I killed the old Osborn before. Since it was a live broadcast mission, there must be a video backup in the management bureau. If the little green goblin finds out that Peter Parker is Spider-Man and is related to his father's death, you can give the video of the web bride to he."

21 looked at her longingly: "What, what? Is there a world where Master 23 didn't get the SSR?"

Ouhuang stretched out his fingertips and clicked on the shikigami illustrated book projected by Black, and calmly explained: "There are only a few ssr, and I have long been impatient after using it in multiple worlds. Some sr performance is good, I returned ssr I changed a few and just did a few rectification evaluations.”

Too many ssrs to return to the soul?The African chief cried out enviously! !

Ou Huang comforted the little girl's soft forehead hair, and continued to explain: "After the rectification of the Transit Management Bureau, a new function has been added, and the corresponding origin will be automatically added to the mission staff's shikigami form, but the evaluation is still in progress, and the overall mechanism is not enough. Perfect, you must pay attention."

21 showed a blank look: "The origin? Aren't we all directly fooling the mission target?"

For example, in Ouhuang's live broadcast world, several wives who fooled their teammates said that they were white ladies who came to repay their favor, but they are proficient.

"Your senior sister was locked up in a small dark room because she always fooled you, so the senior management of the Management Bureau came up with such a targeted method to prevent mission staff from scoring points. The closer the relationship between the form and reality, the more detailed the historical records, and the source of the supplement. more real."

Ou Huang sighed: "The idea is good, but the application is not very proficient. For example, the Touken Ranbu Goldfinger group next door, the body that entered the mission world is a real Japanese national treasure, because the museum's sword disappearance once caused high intensity in the customs. The investigation, and the giant panda with a cat-like halo, was sent back to China as soon as the prototype was released... But the Huaniaojuan has not been recorded in too much detail in history, I hope it will not cause you any trouble."

21 was stunned by this showy operation.

After a while, the lady at the front desk came back, and she handed over the skill chip and the new system with a copy of the video backup to 21, and said kindly: "This is a new system from the AI ​​department, and I haven't experienced any missions yet, so first Send it to a gold medalist who no longer needs system assistance to get used to the situation, the assessment of this one has a lot of overlap with White Jarvis, so I sent it to you, remember to take good care of the newcomer."

Where do the 21 heart talks overlap, pitting the host, skin and broken legs, plus the weeds that the male god changes every day?

The new system was installed successfully.

The new system shyly said: "Two, Comrade 21, I like you, you look so good-looking!"

twenty one:"…………"

I checked the eyes, and it was as annoying as White's little mentally retarded.

The little girl installed the skill chip, and the system successfully opened the time-space gate. 21 obediently said goodbye to the lady at the front desk and Ouhuang, and then sent a message to Tony——daddy, I'm going to see the little spider in the parallel world!I heard he was very poor there!

Then whoosh jumped into the time and space gate.

——Spider-Man Parallel World——

Harry Osborne, the chairman of Osborne Industries who had just inherited the company not long ago, bought a mysterious antique scroll at an underground auction for tens of millions of dollars.

According to the auctioneer, this quaint scroll came from the mysterious east, and once a real bird flew out of the painting. Time is obsessed with the portrait on the scroll, hoping that she can also become a real beauty, so after the death of the male master, the jealous female master sent it to the auction house.

In a place like the underground auction house, there are hundreds if not thousands of auction items with stories like this. Only a fool who enters the underground world for the first time will believe it, but Harry is almost tormented by his genetic disease to the point of collapse. , especially Spider-Man refused to provide his blood... even if it was just to buy a story with good omens, not to mention that it does have collection value, so although it is expensive, Harry decided to take it it.

The female waiter with a hot body and wearing half a butterfly mask presented the expensive auction item to the young rich man, and then she retired and closed the door quite wisely, leaving a little private space for this young man who was not in a very beautiful mood at first glance. .

Under the warm lighting of the auction house, Harry's light blue pupils showed a wonderful color almost fresh green. He glanced coldly out of the window for a piece of rare ruby ​​that was once inlaid in the crown of a certain king. The competition was fierce. Rich people, spread out the scroll exuding a faint fragrance on the solid wood exhibition table.

This is a perfectly preserved ink painting. Harry has always only appreciated Western painting techniques such as oil painting, but this oriental freehand style scroll still made him feel a kind of beauty that can almost be called shocking. It was pitch-black sandalwood, which had undergone some treatment, but it always exuded a fresh and distant floral fragrance, which suddenly calmed his restless heart a lot.

The beauty on the picture scroll is indeed worthy of the legend attached to it. It is a beautiful girl about seventeen or eighteen years old, with long crow-colored hair, a gentle oriental face, snow-skinned red lips, a good figure, and a gentle smile. Standing under the cherry tree with a soft smile and looking back slightly, a few sky-blue birds stand on the branches. Even with the freehand brushwork, it can still be seen that the painter has a strong love for the beauties in his brush.

Harry has never been so deeply aware of an almost impossible fact as he is now - the oriental beauty in this picture scroll is alive and real.

Even in the picture scroll, she still has the magical charm that makes people fall in love at first sight. If it is an ordinary buyer who is not determined enough, even if there is a big difference in the aesthetics of women between Eastern and Western men, facing this level of She is a stunning beauty, and it is definitely not uncommon for previous owners who are obsessed with picture scrolls.

But for Harry, who was almost suffering from neurasthenia and nearly collapsed due to the genetic disease of the Osborne family, the magical charm of the picture scroll is never worth mentioning. If the story it brings is true, then it can only cure the disease. Asuka is his focus.

"You're alive, right, I can feel it."

Harry stared closely at the girl's dark red eyes, and asked in a low voice almost desperately: "Only I can feel you, I am special to you, I can give you everything you need...but I want that bird, it will save me, won't it?"

The paper picture scroll rippled like water, and a chubby sky blue bird struggled to poke its fluffy head out, and gave Harry a soft look with its wet eyes.

When he saw Harry Osborn's soft blond hair not inferior to Captain America, his light blue pupils comparable to Sherlock's, and that handsome face with a touch of executive temperament and a little bit of evil, the little chubby bird twitched. It exploded: "Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp!!!"

The new system frantically called the little green goblin in 21's mind: "Comrade 21!! I love him! Why is he so good-looking!"

21: "..." Such a familiar dialogue!

The new system fluttered its little wings and bumped into the little green goblin's silk shirt. When Harry held it in his trembling palm in disbelief, it gently pecked the little green goblin's fingertips to show its intimacy. Then he smiled foolishly for a while, and said to 21: "Comrade 21! Let's refresh his status! Then import the video of the bride from the Internet to the computer, and the task will be completed!"

21 comforted: "Go back to the picture scroll first, the underground auction site is too unsafe... In short, I have a lot of experience. When we get to the target's home, let's dispel the negative buff of the genetic disease for him, and get rid of him and Spider-Man by the way." The problem."

The new system is particularly silly and sweet, and basically 21 believes anything it says. It tweeted trustingly, and then quickly retracted into the picture scroll amidst Harry's cry of "No, wait!"

"Come out! I know you can hear me. Give me back the bird! I want to live, I must live, and I can't die for Father and Peter!"

Harry couldn't help but roared at the girl with dark red eyes on the picture scroll. After all, in the hidden and dark atmosphere of the underground auction house, even the spring-like beauty of the picture scroll showed something for no reason. Weird taste.

In the end, he held his forehead helplessly, and compromised: "Alright devil, you win! I swear, as long as you can help me, it's okay to hand over Osborne Industries to you!"

The picture scroll moved without wind, suspended in mid-air and rolled up automatically, other than that, he didn't give him the slightest response.

Harry's expression suddenly became irritable, and his knuckles holding the ebony scroll seemed to be trembling slightly.

But soon, the fragrance that could soothe his emotions came again accompanied by a crisp bird song. He seemed to realize something suddenly, calmed down quickly, and then quickly left with the picture scroll worth tens of millions of dollars. An underground auction house hidden in the darkness.

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