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Most Westerners hate these two numbers – the 13th and Friday, and if the 13th of a month happens to hit Friday, then this day is generally referred to as "Black Friday". People cancel most of the risky plans for the day, and some even choose to stay in bed all day. People would refuse to fly, buy a house, or buy stocks, and businessmen would not even dare to do business on this day – they were often the more superstitious group.

And today is exactly that day. "Black Friday" came with rolling thunder and a heavy rain. People have no intention of lingering on the slippery streets, and the people on the streets are in a hurry, their eyes fixed on the rain-soaked pavement beneath their feet.

There is a small newsstand on the corner of the street just a few dozen steps away from Eric's neighborhood, and the owner Jonah has been watching his stall for more than ten years, rain or shine, and he is also an old acquaintance of Eric, and he will come to the stall from time to time after school to chat with the boss and buy a newspaper of the day, and there are not many acquaintances who can chat with Eric every day. But now the boss is also a little old, he is not sure how long he can sit on this newsstand, maybe after the New Year, he will close the stall and go home to retire.

The years have left a slight wrinkle on Jonah's face, and a big beard is also half black and half white. He held a large umbrella over his newsstand, and sat in his seat reading the newspaper boredly through a pair of reading glasses, which narrowed almost into a slit.

It was at this moment that a guest in a black trench coat arrived at the newsstand. He wears a bowler-topped hat and black leather gloves on his hands, and the rain trickles down the brim of his hat, and the skin of his trench coat is soaked with water droplets. He looked no more than thirty years old, and behaved like an English gentleman.

The guest stooped down to pull out a copy of today's newspaper, and the front page was accompanied by a half-collapsed photo of Stark's house. The media didn't get a lot of details, but according to the grapevine, the story of Iron Man's battle with "a bunch of freaks on fire" seems to be related to the recent spate of horrific explosions in the United States, but the matter seems to have been solved by Iron Man.

"There's been a lot of this lately." Jonah, the proprietor, glanced at the guest and said, "The world is getting crazier, isn't it?" Newspaper headlines are all about this weirdness right now. ”

"Uh-huh."

The gentleman snorted indistinctly from his throat, tossed the coin from the newsstand, and took the newspaper with him.

Jonah suddenly remembered something, and was suddenly stunned.

"Wait!" He stood up and asked with some disbelief at the back of the departing figure in the rain, "Are you......?" Dr. Charlotte? ”

The gentleman paused, turned his head sideways, and smiled gently, "Long time no see, boss." ”

Jona's mouth opened in an "O" shape almost in astonishment: "But...... After all these years, why do you look ...... Nothing has changed at all? Where have you been all these years? Your son ......"

"Ah, Eric, he's really great." Dr. Charlotte said meaningfully, "I've been watching him grow, and he's grown better than I ever imagined. As a father...... I'm so gratified. ”

He smiled heartily, and his back quickly disappeared into the rain.

His name is Padraic Charlotte, and this is a story about him.

He had been thinking about it for many years, the project had started a long time ago, Eric had done all the final tests needed for his system in Yamozhuo, he had collected all the necessary data, and Eric could be said to have overfulfilled the task he had been assigned without his knowledge. Padraic was delighted, and on a whim he decided to give his son a chance - to let him join his plan, but unfortunately he refused, what a pity - for Eric.

But that won't have any effect. Everything was as planned, just as Columbus had approached the New World, and the mere thought of it made him uncontrollable.

But a variable appeared, a woman.

The thought of her gave Padraic a headache. It was the only missing part of his plan, and it could have been fatal.

To him, the woman was simply a collection of resentment.

Less than half an hour later, the woman appeared at Jonah's newsstand, pulling out the same newspaper. She wears a black yarke hat with a thin black veil over her face, also a black leather coat, and a white scarf around her neck.

"I just met an old customer." The boss, Jonah, couldn't help but speak, "It may be strange to say, but you guys really feel the same." ”

"Really?"

The woman smiled lightly, also left the coin, and took the newspaper with her.

Her name was Yvette Charlotte, and she cursed the last name.

The man felt that it was a story about him, and he felt that everything was going according to the script he had written.

He was wrong, and Yvette was the one who made sure there were variables in his script.

Padraic was also a good person, a true genius, someone who really wanted to change the world, someone she fell in love with.

But suddenly, everything changed. Without any warning, he seemed to be a changed person, and his beliefs and pursuits all disappeared with the wind like an inscription on the beach one night ago, leaving behind a hideous demon.

He must be stopped by any means.

But there was the only thing that made her hesitate and caused her to flutter every time it came to her mind - Eric.

That child was innocent, he didn't know anything, but he was inexplicably involved in such a complex whirlpool. She hated the man who ruthlessly swept his own child into this maelstrom, but there was nothing she could do about it. Even during the days she was locked up in Cube Prison, she never stopped paying attention to Eric's situation. She knew that this child just wanted to live an ordinary life, which was also her expectation, just like most mothers, but unfortunately fate did not let them get their wish.

Fate will not always give most people their wish.