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"...Spider-Man?"

The door was opened, and a blond woman looked at him suspiciously, her pale face still streaked with tears, and her body in only a tulle robe trembled slightly.

"Uh, ma'am, I can explain, please don't scream or call the police, okay?" Peter raised his hands to show he wasn't hostile. However, the second he said these words, he began to mutter about himself silently in his heart.

Heck, Peter, what the **** are you talking about? It sounded like a pervert talking.

Well, I'd better figure out a way to get away quickly.

He was thinking about how to get out, but the woman didn't make any drastic actions. She pursed her lips, stood at the door, and said sadly, "He was caught, right?"

"Who?"

"Jonathan Harlan, my husband."

"Wait a minute, ma'am." Peter moved a little closer to the windowsill. "With all due respect, Jonathan Harlan is single, and just because you live in his house doesn't mean you're his wife."

The woman looked at him stubbornly, she bit her lip, and tears gradually filled her emerald green eyes: "No, you don't understand, we have been married for more than ten years."

She closed the door behind her, took a breath, and tried to calm herself down: "Why did you show up in my husband's study in the middle of the night, Spider-Man?"

"Okay, ma'am." Peter shrugged. "I came here just to find some evidence....Your husband was arrested two days ago for bank robbery. I happened to be passing by when he was arrested. The look in his eyes left me very Deep impression, so, I think it may not be that simple behind this thing."

In the face of Peter's nonsense lie, the woman accepted it completely. She nodded immediately, looking excited: "Yes, Jonathan can't do such a thing! Why is he going to rob a bank? We're not short of money at all!"

I'm skeptical, ma'am, your husband's computer is so clean it doesn't look like a bank account manager at all....especially in New York.

He didn't say it, and turned to something else: "Listen, ma'am, what I'm going to say next might offend you, but I've got to ask. You know how your husband behaves at his job. How?"

The woman's expression was a little confused, and she tried to recall: "He, he rarely talks to me about work. But a few times when he came home drunk, he kept saying a name in his mouth."

She frowned, her mouth opened and closed, and it took a few minutes before she uttered an indeterminate name: "Batista? That seems to be the name."

For the next ten minutes, Peter asked her many things. The woman didn't hide anything, she revealed everything, and even told Peter what happened on their wedding anniversary this year. She talked and even cried, and Peter had to comfort her for a while.

It was the first time he felt that questioning was such a hassle, so when the matter was over, he couldn't wait to jump out of the window.

Swinging between the tall buildings, Peter's brain was a little confused.

Batista, a name.

Other than that, there are no more clues. He took a vertical leap, the wind blew against his body, followed by a fall, and quickly dived to the ground. Another spider silk pulled in his hand took him to a higher and farther place. The bright moon hung in the sky. Peter made up his mind that he had to go to the police station again.

Okay, McGuire, I'm here to trouble you again.... I hope you still have something to eat, I'm a little hungry.

When he returned to the police station, he followed the original route to the file management room. Usually, no one came here, and it was very quiet. He was lying on the ceiling, and the door to the file management room was closed. Peter frowned, McGuire never closed the door. He said it would make him feel restrained.

A bad premonition made his scalp tingle, Peter landed lightly, opened the door gently, and the sight he saw made him stunned in place.

McGuire lay on the ground, his mouth wide open, a box of pizza overturned on the ground, and there was still half of the pizza in his mouth that he hadn't swallowed. Blood poured out of his throat, and strangely, no blood spread to the ground.

They floated up in a way that defied the laws of physics, and McGuire's stomach was slashed open, all his internal organs clearly visible. Peter's face twitched a few times, he tried hard to suppress his urge to vomit, and began to observe the scene through the door.

McGuire is dead, that's for sure—unless he's Wolverine, but he's only in his fifties this year, and he'll have to live at least two hundred years to be a Wolverine. So he must be dead, deadly. There is no doubt about that.

After the initial shock and sadness dissipated, in Peter's heart, in addition to anger, there was puzzlement.

McGuire, who is retiring soon, has no enemies and has a good relationship with everyone. He has no reason to provoke gangsters after not working in the field for more than ten years. Who is going to kill him? And, in this way?

He stood by the door cautiously, pulled off his gloves, opened the magazine of the spider silk launcher, took out a can of spider silk liquid, and after a while of fiddling, he finally succeeded in making a spider silk spear. He stretched out the spear carefully, and gently moved the blood—the next second, a sudden change occurred.

A quaint bronze statue instantly appeared in this small archive room. Before Peter could react, he was taken away by the damned statue.

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"So, what do you usually eat?"

"Painful memory." The cube replied, it was held by the mage at this time, and one of the sides changed its shape slightly. A mouth protruded from the empty plane, and although it looked terrifying, it was able to speak. This is what it just learned from the mage.

"Um....any more?"

He Shenyan asked casually while squinting to add a new stroke to his record.

"Happy memory."

"...Anyway, as long as it's a memory with strong emotions, you eat it, right?"

The cube didn't answer him for a while, and the side of its long mouth began to vibrate, and the light blue energy spilled out and was withdrawn. After a while, it replied: "It depends."

"There is a limit to the emotional stacking in memory, and if it is stacked to a limit, I will feel very uncomfortable. Whether it is a happy memory or a painful memory."

"How many living things have you eaten in your memory, while they were alive, or when they were dead?"

The somewhat offensive question didn't offend the Cube, which didn't seem to have the sensibilities that a race should have, even though, according to itself, floating among the endless sea of ​​stars, it had eaten countless memories: "Wait until their world When destroyed, the memory floats out... just like over there."

It floated up, and a bright blue light began to linger on its body. He Shenyan found that not far away, a bright star was slowly collapsing.

A huge sadness hit the mage's heart, he did not withdraw his spiritual tentacles, and suffered the bitter fruit at this time. He Shenyan curled up, as if someone had hit his abdomen with a stick, the twitching pain was like a saw cutting his heart, and the cube circled around him twice.

It says: "You feel..."

Taking a hard breath, He Shenyan stood up straight, the emotions of the whole world reverberated in his heart, and those sad, happy, painful memories flashed before his eyes one by one, some of them belonging to human beings. , some belong to aliens.

The cube was close to him, and the brilliance on his body became brighter again: "Would you mind giving me a little bit? I'm a little hungry. Last time I ate... um..."

It fell into thought, and then spit out: "It was last time."

The mage raised his hand, and the spiritual power transported all those memories out. His body structure still belongs to the category of human beings, at least there is no idea of ​​giving up his body at the moment, and his brain is not yet able to process the memory of an entire world at once. Those emotions and memories were transported to the cube's body along with his hands.

It hummed and vibrated, and every surface of the body glowed cheerfully with blue light. It took a while for this to stop.

The mage standing beside him also recovered his calm, he frowned, still recalling the huge shock he felt at that time. Cube politely thanked him, then said, "I'm leaving."

"What's wrong?"

"There is another world that will soon be destroyed.... I will rush over and eat their memories."

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't know either," Cube replied. "However, I've been here for a long time, and it seems like I'm the only one who does this. You're also the first human to talk to me."

"Have you spoken to anyone other than humans?"

The cube fell into contemplation again, this time, longer than before: "...A long, long time ago, I saw a group of shining spheres, and they and a bald woman passed by me."

He Shenyan's fist clenched immediately.

There are countless bald women in the world, but only one can cross the world. And this person happened to be very familiar to him. So coincidental, so deliberate.

So.... made him miss him.

"...I see, thank you," he whispered, then said goodbye to the cube. The other party shook his body towards him, floated away, and turned into the huge blue sphere when they met.

Re-starting the journey, He Shenyan's expression was not as relaxed as it was at the beginning.

What kind of person is Gu to him? She was his teacher, the one who protected him without expecting anything in return, the one who taught him knowledge, the one who opened the door to magic.

She is also the one who calculated him step by step, and finally even used her own death as the last anchor to tie him firmly to the position of the guardian.

His eyes were complicated and he never said a word.

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Peter opened his eyes and began to look around, and the first glance made him utter a rare foul language.

There is no other reason for him, he is in the middle of a large net at this time, the surroundings are dark and deep, and there are roars coming from time to time. It was terrifyingly terrifying, and the scene that looked like a third-rate cult movie from the 80s made his scalp tingle, and he immediately started trying to break free from the net.

But he forgot one thing - spiders usually feel the vibration of the web.

As he struggled, six compound eyes flashing scarlet light lit up from the darkness and began to slowly approach him. Peter stopped his movements, and cold sweat gradually formed on his forehead.

Even at such a critical juncture, he still didn't give up his sloppy mouth: "Hey, man, I said, can you untie it, I'll bring you something else to eat, how about it? You like to eat M Remembered or K's? Pizza also, Italian or Hawaiian..."

He speaks very fast, constantly muttering things that are not helpful to his current situation, so that he can calm down and his brain is racing to find a way to escape. But when the creature appeared completely from the darkness, he was stunned.

It was a pure white spider, except for the red eyes, it looked absolutely flawless and extremely beautiful - a friendly reminder, generally, if you think a spider is beautiful, you better stay away from it.

The more beautiful, the more poisonous.

It opened its mouthparts and actually said human words: "Be quiet, you will wake them up."

"WTF?! You can talk?" Peter's eyes went wide. "You, are you still a woman?"

"Be quiet!" She quickly raised a leg and pressed it against Peter's mouth. Trust me, the experience was definitely not a good one, but Peter dared not have the slightest resentment and struggle. The spider sense in his head was frantically alerting him to the danger.

Sure enough, there was a roar in the distance, and it seemed to be approaching. Peter's hair stood on end, pushing the mask into a funny arc. The spider grabbed him and left the web with a jump. It took Peter, flashing left and right in this darkness, and soon came to another place.

It lowered Peter gently, and the touch under his feet convinced him that he was standing on the ground—or at least some kind of cave wall or something. UU reading www.uukanshu. com He adjusted his mask, and then said solemnly: "Uh, hello."

The spider seemed very impatient: "Are you still saying hello to me?"

"...Shouldn't it be? Isn't that basic courtesy?" Peter asked weakly.

For some reason, he actually felt that the spider was a little broken.

"You!" It waved its forelimbs. "The statue actually chose a useless person like you to save us!"

"Rescue? What are you talking about?"

"You don't know anything?!"

"What do you think I should know?" Even if Peter has a good temper, it doesn't mean that he can endure the repeated bad attitude of this spider, what's more, he is also full of anger now.

He hasn't forgotten about McGuire.

He folded his hands and stared coldly at the white spider in front of him.