[Comprehensive British and American] Mirage

"You and Alice look weird today, Peter."

Ned's fleshy body squeezed over, and he could see the unusually silent expression of his little friend, as well as the dignified demeanor of Alice in the front row. He also saw a few boys running to the classroom in desperation to apologize to the girl in the morning, but He was beaten up and thrown out by the boys in the class after they found out the whole story. He could understand Alice's situation, but he had no clue what happened to Peter.

"Well, Ned." Peter's lips moved. "Don't you think I've been different lately?"

"Different?"

The little fat man exclaimed, he squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the pale Peter, and then sneaked up to Peter's side, and said in a low voice: "Oh, that's enough for you, a winner in life. You are so proud of yourself, how dare you show off in front of me, a loner?! Quickly pull up your collar, the girls’ eyes are going to pop out of the window!"

Peter's recent changes are actually subtle.

Few people in the school now follow Thompson’s instigation and call Peter a nerd and a softie. When girls talk about the topic of youthful and secret love between classes, they will unconsciously think of the once thin and small Peter Parker. Which one is more attractive, the sugary sunny smile or Hannibal's melancholy and dangerous temperament.

And without a doubt.

Compared with Hannibal Lecter's bloody breath as if he was on the edge of a cliff.

A sunny and handsome boy like Peter is the one that all American girls love.

But today it was clear that the girls' hearts were going to be broken in every corner of Midtown High.

Peter came to the school with the ambiguous hickey on the side of his neck. His cold but soft expression was silently telling the people around him how pleasant and wonderful he had been in the morning when he came to school. between activities.

"But I think something is wrong with me recently."

But he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Peter propped his forehead, and let out a breath slowly. He felt that he was in a very good mood recently, and his life was extremely comfortable.

Uncle Ben is fine and just needs to wait for rest. My aunt is gradually returning to her original life. She has tedious and warm exchanges of love with her husband and nephew every day. Vesley returns to her side, and they are still so happy and romantic every day. .

Academically successful, emotionally smooth.

But Peter just felt that something was wrong with him.

Maybe he was thinking too much?

but in the morning...

What happened, however, clearly told Peter himself, what had happened to him.

"...Uh, what is wrong with what you're talking about?"

"Probably, myself?"

"But brother, I really don't think you have changed. You are so cool, I mean..." Ned waved his hands in a dance, and then stopped suddenly. He messed up his hair. How to express it. "I don't think there's anything wrong with it, Peter, you know, we used to be idiots who could only read books in the eyes of girls, but it's different now."

Peter became the most popular sunny boy, and the girls all wanted Peter's contact information through him.

Ned thought this might not be such a bad development.

But I have to say that he actually misses the time when there were only a few of them together.

"Man... I don't know."

"But I always feel that such a development may have a bad ending."

In the past, Peter was actually not good at rejecting others. He was shy and smart, kind and sunny.

In the past, he hesitated when approaching girls, but now he rejects others simply and neatly.

Ned thought this was the inevitable trend of this development.

But in fact, there was a voice deep in his heart telling him.

this is not right.

"Perhaps, you should ask more experienced elders." Ned slouched on the table, looked up at the frowning Peter, and let out a breath slowly. "Ask me about your recent situation. Don't you think that you do things as you like recently?"

Or overdo it.

Peter suddenly understood something.

He silently held down his heart, which was beating violently.

His recent mood changes...

Is there something wrong with the big one?

■

When Peter found Dr. Conners, he was recording the experiment.

This outstanding scientist, who is said to be a friend of Peter's father, has been devoted to the research of biological genes. The right arm he lost in the war was a difficulty he wanted to break through anyway. However, after the death of his collaborator, Parker, his The research fell into a bottleneck. Peter once worked as an intern in his laboratory for a period of time, and the relationship between the two was very good.

"Doctor... uh, sorry, did I bother you?"

It seemed that another experiment had failed, and Dr. Connors seldom lost control of his emotions and smashed the recording board in his hand.

"... Oh, Peter, I'm sorry for letting you see such a mess." Connors turned his face away, and after his breathing calmed down a little, he picked up his eyes on the ground and met Peter's gaze. "Come here for something?"

"Well, are you conducting a cross-species genetic experiment?"

"Having Alzheimer's disease is when the brain cells that produce dopamine start to disappear." Peter was attracted by the dazzling experimental data, subconsciously substituted the data in front of him into the formula and calculated, and then he saw a case. "The zebrafish has the ability to regenerate cells at will. If the patient has this ability gene of the zebrafish, he will be cured without medicine."

"And if a person with a broken arm can have the ability to regenerate a lizard's tail..."

Peter and the doctor with deep eyes in the distance met their gazes.

"Then my arm can also regenerate."

Connors picked up what Peter had left.

"Unfortunately, it failed again."

"...Sorry, doctor." Peter lowered his head, and when his eyes fell on the schoolbag in his arms, he remembered his purpose of coming here this time. "Well, I don't know if it will bother you doctor, but I need you now."

Then Peter took out a glass jar, which is common in the kitchen, from his school bag.

What was struggling and rolling inside was the life form that appeared with the meteorite earlier.

"This thing is very strange." Peter handed the thing to Connors who had rekindled his scientific spirit, and then showed a somewhat embarrassed expression. "How should I put it, after I was contaminated with it, I was emotionally unstable for a while."

"There is no such life form on the earth so far."

Connors' expression had some weird fanaticism.

"Yes, I mean...you should have heard about the meteorite crash around my house before."

"You mean?"

"I was nearby, here, exercising." Peter briefly explained the reason for his appearance, rolled his eyes and then shifted the topic to the important part. "At that time, the black mud splashed everywhere. I didn't expect it to stick to my schoolbag. I didn't pay attention after I went back. After that, I started to feel something wrong. This kind of change is very subtle, and it's scary."

"Give me some time." Connors pushed away the materials on the experimental table with his body, and then dug out a complicated-looking instrument from the cabinet. "Currently known are extraterrestrial technological life forms that seem to have emotionally-affecting qualities."

About a few minutes later, when Peter put down the experimental form that seemed to be a failure record in his hand.

Connors raised his head with a complicated expression.

"It's an alien organic life symbiont made of thought."

"...Symbiont?"

"Yes, obviously it needs to be combined with a host to survive, and it doesn't seem to have the ability to distinguish between good and evil, and is easily affected by the host's personality. After leaving the previous host, it is likely that the previous evil remains traits, so the emotional changes you mentioned are likely to be those residual evil traits that magnify the negative emotions deep in your heart."

Connors looked at Peter with a worried expression.

"Are you all right, Peter."

Peter's gaze stopped at the symbiote who was still trying to break through the glass jar.

"If I want to get a closer look, I need more sophisticated instruments." Connors took out his mobile phone from his pocket, first sent a message, and then frowned soon after receiving the reply. "The instrument was borrowed because of the requirements of the Midtown High School course, but according to the information from the relevant person in charge... the instrument has been stolen, and it seems to be the Italian thief."

Peter couldn't listen anymore, he lowered his eyes, not knowing what was going on in his mind.

And when Connors finished the call, Peter was nowhere to be found when he turned around.

Also includes the bottle with the symbiote in it.

■

The temperature in New York has dropped rapidly recently, and it didn't take long for light rain to fall.

And the young man with his schoolbag in his arms walked against the current among the panic-stricken crowd sheltering from the rain, appearing particularly abrupt.

【You want to throw me away... why? 】

The dark emotions deep in his heart surged again, but Peter's sober brain was not so easily confused.

[I can give you great power to bind your precious treasures firmly by your side. 】

Peter silently clenched the strap of his schoolbag tightly.

[Although you feel bad yourself, aren't you happy these days? 】

[Don't care about other people's eyes and opinions, just be yourself as you like. 】

[Look, there are countless women who you could only watch from a distance, one after another, courting you one after another. 】

【Men fear you, women love you. 】

【You don't have to worry about other people. 】

【A day like this...】

[Isn't it bad? 】

[Even...Lian Wesley...]

Hearing that name, Peter stopped in his tracks.

The whisper of the devil is so close at hand.

【She also becomes yours. 】

[Isn't it? 】

【because I···】

"certainly not···"

The boy's voice was so slight that it seemed he hadn't spoken at all.

【Because of the power I gave you...】

"It's not that kind of power..."

【You have firmly grasped her hand that may leave at any time, haven't you? 】

"···"

black.

Almost at that moment.

Devour the dazed boys one by one.

The author has something to say: see the missing chapter in the group documents. In fact, Peter was a little bullied when the two pulled the black light.

Because there is a cutie starting school, I immediately updated it. I originally planned to watch Conan spend this afternoon.

It means that there is no motivation to update the text recently. Is it because I don't reply that you all don't talk?

I'm sorry, because I'm really tired every time, and I seldom go to the comment section specifically, but I will read it later when I have time, so leave me a comment!

Otherwise, it will explode on the spot~ That's it, Xiao Hei is coming!