"At that moment, I almost lost my mind."

In the playground of Midtown High School, Gwen sat in the stands and said to Peter, "I didn't even know I could get so angry, and the anger has eaten away at me." ”

"I didn't even realize what the consequences would be."

Listening to Gwen confide in him, Peter comforted her, "That's understandable, Gwen. ”

"I know that if I had killed him, I can't imagine what would have become of me."

Gwen pressed her hand to her aching forehead, "I have to control myself, maybe my mood and state haven't been good lately. ”

"When I left, I saw a reporter from the Daily Clarion."

She continued to Peter depressedly: "Originally, that newspaper has been sparing no effort to smear me, and this time they caught this opportunity, I don't know how these people will arrange me." ”

Peter's brows frowned slightly, "The person who pretended to be you has been caught, and with the sighting of so many people at the scene, everyone knows that you are innocent." ”

"That being said, the truth is usually black and white, right?"

Gwen was still worried that something bad would happen.

What if people stop believing in themselves and think they're the kind of bad guys who go to the bank and rob them?

"No, it won't."

Peter looked at the players in the playground who were practicing rugby and said to Gwen, "At least I'm sure you won't do that, Gwen." ”

"Okay."

Gwen sighed slightly, "We just talked about money before, although I am short of money, I will not use improper means to obtain it, I am glad to trust me, Peter." ”

"When I ate French food last night, maybe you were right, Peter, I always messed up everything."

At this time, Gwen became very sad again.

"No, it's none of your business."

Peter comforted her.

The two kept talking in the stands until the class bell rang before leaving.

Although Gwen was still depressed, her mood had improved a lot.

"Say, Peter, do I need to change my uniform?"

On the way to the school building, Gwen suddenly asked him.

"Why change?"

"Well, I just thought that maybe there wouldn't be an idiot pretending to be me and making the whole world hate me."

Gwen said wistfully.

"No, you don't need any changes, Gwen, this is who you really are."

Peter reached out and gently stroked Gwen's blonde hair.

Although Gwen did not speak, she enjoyed Peter's words and touches, and couldn't help but her heels, and her face moved closer to Peter's palm.

Evening.

Peter returns home to find an uninvited guest in the living room.

"God, that sounds crazy."

Xiao Chili, who was sitting in the living room talking to Aunt Mei, covered her mouth and showed a surprised expression.

It seems that she and Aunt Mei have a good chat atmosphere.

Aunt Mei held her coffee with a smile on her lips, "I didn't realize it until the fact that I was standing on the scaffolding and shouting hoarsely: Jimmy. Hendrix, will you marry me? ”

(Jimmy. Hendrix: A famous American guitarist, his status as a guitar god far exceeds that of Richard Jr. and Chuck of his contemporaries. Bailey, and even his first idol, Elvis Presley, as well as the Beatles. ）

Jimmy, on the other hand, pointed to the guitar next to him.

When Peter heard Aunt May's words, he couldn't help but say, "That's really unexpected, Aunt May, you actually know Jimmy. Hendrix! ”

Peter stepped forward to speak to Aunt May while greeting Pepper, "Hello, Miss Potts. ”

"Hello, Parker."

Pepper stood up and shook Peter's hand.

"Miss Potts is here to thank Ben for his help last time."

Aunt Mei said the reason why the other party came to the door.

"Miss Potts gave so many gifts last time, and it is we who should be grateful."

Aunt Mei felt a little embarrassed.

"No, that's not as valuable as Mr. Parker and Peter's help to me."

Little Pepper said with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

"I'll go see the baked pancakes, and you guys talk first."

Aunt May stood up and walked to the kitchen, motioning for Peter to come and receive the guests.

Peter, dressed in casual attire, sat across from Pepper.

"You don't seem surprised by my coming, Parker."

"A little."

Peter nodded, "I know you have a lot of questions, and I know you're probing into something you can't understand—but, Miss Potts, it's not going to get your doubts answered, and I don't want you to disturb my family." ”

Peter didn't say much and went straight to the point.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Pepper apologizes to Peter, "I just can't understand it, that nightmare has been haunting me." ”

"Maybe you can see a psychiatrist."

Peter said to her: "Aunt Mei thought I had a psychological problem and helped me make an appointment with a good psychiatrist. ”

"No, thank you."

Pepper smiled awkwardly, and after a moment of silence, asked, "Parker. Are you a magician? ”

"No, I'm not a magician, in fact, I belong to an organization, similar to the FBI and CIA, but we are more low-key, and the specific scope of responsibility is to deal with terrorist attacks and fight those supernatural evil forces, Leonardo da Vinci, Galileo, Lincoln, Newton were all members of our organization."

Peter said with a serious expression.

"Really?"

Pepper looked puzzled.

"Yes, haven't you heard of Lincoln the vampire hunter, Newton the grail zealot, Galileo the Holy See witcher, and Miss Potts?"

Peter said to Pepper in a serious manner.

Pepper initially believes Peter's words, but soon realizes that the other party is playing with her.

"Well, I almost believed it."

She gave Peter a blank look.

"So, Miss Potts, I'm telling you the answer you wish you were getting, but you're starting to deny it again, just because it sounds more ridiculous, and it's always hard for normal people to accept the unknown beyond their comprehension."

When Pepper heard this, a thoughtful look appeared in her eyes.

"Mr. Parker, I ...... I do think that there is some unknown force in this normal society! I needed proof to tell myself that what I saw in my dream wasn't my hallucination! Otherwise, it would keep me awake. ”

Pepper calmed down and said slowly, "I just want a definite answer, whether it's an illusion or not." ”

Peter looked into the other's eyes and did not speak.

After a while, he nodded slowly, "No." ”

Pepper was very satisfied with the answer, and she nodded, "I see, thank you, Peter." ”

"If I were you, Miss Potts, I'd see a psychiatrist and seal away such a terrible memory."

Peter advised her: "It is difficult for a normal person to be unaffected if he gets too close to this kind of being. ”

"Thank you, Parker, I'll think about it."

After Pepper got the answer she wanted to know, her mood improved significantly.

"I still have to go back to the company, you know, when Tony came back, he was like a different person, always thinking about one thing at a time, so my workload increased dramatically."

Peter nodded, "I heard he's going to rebuild the slums?" ”

"Yes, although there was some resistance, but I think it's a very rewarding thing. He said he should have died, but now that he was alive, God must have arranged for him to do something. ”

"It really makes sense."

Peter replied casually.

Pepper was silent for a moment before saying, "However, a lot of things won't go this way, Mr. Stan, and Tony have had quite a few disagreements lately. ”

She didn't know why, but when she faced Peter, she always felt that the other party could see through her heart.

So I didn't hesitate to talk about my troubles.

"Stan?"

Peter picked up his coffee and took a sip.

"Something bad."

"Bad?"

Pepper blinked, not knowing what Peter meant.

I wanted to ask, but my phone rang suddenly.

Seeing that it was Tony calling him, he could only say goodbye to Peter and Aunt May helplessly.

Late at night.

Peter sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the box in front of him that sealed the Nightmare.

The mirror surface of the box allows him to clearly see the "nightmare" tumbling inside. ”

The "nightmare" with a withered face, the face is black, and it struggles in pain.

"Dreams?"

Surveying the monster inside, he fell into deep thought.

It's been a long time since I've dreamed, and I've even forgotten the feeling of a dream that is unique to human beings.

But when the box with the "nightmare" sealed is by your side, you can dream like an ordinary person.

The body infected by the "black light virus" can only make itself feel more like a human being when dreaming, rather than simply carrying the energy body of memory.

Although I don't know why the "nightmare" that was sealed up, I will let myself have the ability to dream.

But the magic side

It's always so bizarre.

The ancient one probably saw this point of his own and gave the seal box to himself, right?!

Putting down the box that sealed the nightmare, Peter closed his eyes.

A few minutes later, he opened his eyes and found himself in some unknown dam.

The hard ground shook faintly, and the water roared like a roaring waterfall.

From a distance, this white horse was like a giant dragon struggling and roaring.

Pouring down from between the two peaks, the dust and bones are shattered and the rising mist is splashed.

In his dream world, Peter stood on the dam, quietly watching the waterfall rolling down.

Maybe it was the role of the talisman of life, maybe it was the box that sealed the "nightmare", or maybe it was the reason why his soul traveled through time and space, and he found that after he entered the dream world, he could always hear some muffled whispers.

It seems that he has touched some rift in space-time, connecting the universe and connecting it.

At this time, Peter heard some slurred language, which seemed to be trying to communicate with himself.

Peter was frowning as he listened to these whispers as a ripple of a circle unfolded in front of him.

The Ancient One mage appeared in front of him.

"So. Is the dignified Supreme Mage also boring enough to peep into other people's dreams? ”

Peter sighed and asked the Ancient One.

"No, your dreams have drawn me in, Mr. Parker."

The Ancient One mage wore a yellow hood with his hands behind his back, and surveyed his surroundings.

"Can you tell me what you heard?"

She asked Peter.

"A lot."

Peter said lightly: "'People are often afraid of the truth, because behind it, there is always absurdity, ugliness, smallness, cruelty,' and so on. ”

Peter spoke the whispers he had heard to the Ancient One.

"Hmm."

After being silent for a while, the ancient one said: "The demon gods of other dimensions are always trying to infiltrate the earth, and if you listen to their voices for too long, you may be corrupted by them. So. Never trust them! Stay away from them as much as possible! My disciple was corrupted by the Dark Demon God and became its followers. ”

Casillas?

Peter immediately thought of the non-mainstream guy who always had dark circles under his eyes.

"I know what I'm doing, mage, and I don't look up to other people's powers, and I don't have the desire to crave."

Peter said slowly to the Ancient One.

The next second.

Peter opened his eyes.

After escaping from the dream, he looked at the sealed box next to him.

Outside the window, it was pitch black night.

Above the night sky, a flash of black appeared, streaked across the sky, and fell towards the ground.

Thanks for the tip of "why do you always look unhappy".

Ask for a monthly pass, I haven't asked for it for a long time, thank you!

(End of chapter)