[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

"Why are you still hesitating here?"

"You will get what you want." I emphasized the last word, conjured up a pistol, loaded it, and aimed it between the clown's eyebrows.

"Oh, the goddess of death is waiting for me, I am very happy." He said, "I have been looking forward to discussing the philosophy of life with the goddess of death."

What he said aroused my anger even more, and I suddenly didn't want to do what he wanted.

But, damn it, there's a but, I can't let him get away with it.

During the fantasy period, I thought that if I had the chance one day, I would definitely bring the clown to justice.

Now that I have the opportunity, I can't stop doing what I want because of that little factor.

I'm a loser, I admit it.

But the loser can also fight back, isn't it?And don't you have to define yourself if you fail?

"You're going to hell." Those were the last words I said to the clown.

The bullet shot out and hit the clown's forehead, and he fell to the ground.

Nothing extra, nothing magical, it's as simple as that.The Joker, a nightmare for many, was shot and killed.

It sounds incredibly sloppy, but it's true, no matter how amazing he is, he's human.And he doesn't get anything from the 'deal', like an invulnerable body.

I thought the Joker would have access to that, but he didn't.

And now, it's all over.

I stared at the clown's body in silence for a while, then walked out through the warehouse door step by step.

There was a violent storm outside, and the lightning bombarded the ground like a dragon with an unstoppable force.

The sound of crackling and crackling rang in my ears from time to time, and the raindrops also fell at an extremely fast speed.

It was raining heavily, but I didn't care. I let the rain wet me, as if doing so would relieve me.

The faint smell of blood in the air has long since disappeared under the washing of the rain. No matter how tragic the memory is, the simple reality can wash away its traces.

And as long as I destroy this warehouse, no one will know what happened during this period of time.

So I snapped my fingers at the warehouse, and the warehouse immediately burst into a huge fire. The flames were bright and dazzling, with a domineering heat, and the rain could not be extinguished at all.

It just burned like that, as if it could burn away all evil.

The rain gradually stopped, and the sky gradually became brighter.

I looked at the light and smiled silently.

People say that there will be a rainbow after the storm, but some people can't see the rainbow at all.

Not everyone can survive the darkness before dawn.

I can't go back, even if I want to go back.

At this moment, I already know my ending.

I directly used the space gem to return to the base, and the moment I returned to the base, I was still relieved.

Finally came back, finally don't have to face those things with my own eyes.

But then I get nervous again, can they still accept me?

No, it's not the kind of acceptance you think, but another kind, the other kind is more... Forget it, I just understand it myself, this is just my business.

I think someone noticed it the moment I got to the base, that's why they came down so fast.

Peter was the first to rush down. He ran towards me, but stopped one meter in front of me.

"I'm real." Of course I could see what he was thinking, so I comforted him, "Sorry Peter, I made you worry."

"No, you don't need to apologize..." Peter said and hugged me directly, I was a little stunned by his hug, "You didn't do anything wrong, I don't care what you did."

"Just come back."

Yes, it's good to come back, but my heart can't come back.

In Peter, where no one could see, I lowered my eyebrows, thinking about what only I knew, and smiled sadly and desperately.

Others also ran over and looked at me with concern. They wanted to ask me something, but everyone hesitated to speak.

I knew they were afraid of provoking me again.

"Can I be alone?" I said to Tony and others behind me after the hug with Peter was over.

Tony looked at me with complicated eyes.

I wanted to say to them 'don't do this, you don't have to be so careful', but I couldn't say it because I knew I would really go crazy if I was stimulated again.

"...Okay." Tony answered me after a long silence.

I went straight into my room at the base and all of them were behind me.

Only Peter reached out to talk to me before I entered the house.

"Mo Sheng!" The brown-haired boy stopped me before I pushed the door open.

I stopped and looked back at him.

"You and us, no matter what happens, we will stand by your side...we can bear it together."

Peter was rambling on, and I could tell he was collating his words, and he was careful, but at least he spoke to me more than anyone else.

My eyes were sour, and tears rolled in my eye sockets.

"Thank you, Peter." I hugged him again. "You're fine, very fine."

His words and his deeds are a ray of light that illuminates the bottomless abyss.Even if I have no chance to climb out of the abyss, I can live a better life with light in the abyss.

I am still lucky to have so many people who love me.

My tears soaked the clothes on Peter's shoulders, and he felt the wetness, and his shoulders stiffened.

Then he raised his hand and patted my shoulder slowly, like treating a precious and fragile treasure.

He said softly: "Everything is over, there will be no more danger."

It's passed……

Is it all over?

Under Peter's comfort, I had the urge to tell everything, what I had experienced, what I had done, my pain, my sadness, my hesitation, and my indecision.

But can I really tell others?Can I really face how other people react when they know the truth?Whether the reaction is disgust, pity, or heartache, or whatever, I can't deal with it, can I?

This is a kind of contradiction. On the one hand, I want to confide in others, but on the other hand, I am determined not to face the response.

Even if I hadn't said it, this fact would not have changed much, at most to a lesser extent.

- I can never go back to the past.

But in order not to make these people who care about me worry, at least not so worried, I have to behave better so that they can gradually accept some things.

So I followed Peter's words.

"Well, it's over."

After Peter left, I sat on the bed, seemingly in a daze and thinking about something.I don't even know what I'm doing.In the past, I seldom wasted time like this (daze is indeed a waste of time for me), but now I fall in love with it, and it can make me feel real pleasure.

Clear your mind, don't think about so many things, diverge your thinking...

I need to imagine where the future is headed so I can make a response.

This brings up what I said to the clown before. I have a small amount of predictive ability, which is real foreknowledge rather than the previous 'prediction' relying on the plot.

But the reason why it is called a small number is because I can only predict the general direction, and I don't know the specific things.

But it doesn't matter, after all, I thought of this happening when I didn't have the ability to predict, and now I just turned the idea into reality.

Among the world lines I foresee, none of them are good.

It seems that this is the so-called dead end.

But the word good is relative. Compared with those more tragic endings, there is an ending line that makes me more satisfied, and it seems that everyone is happy.

So that's it, let's work hard to achieve it.

Not long after I was in a daze, I started to use my predictive ability to explore the world line, a bit like Doctor Strange using the time gem, but I was much slower than him. It took me a long time to explore a world line, because it was the direct arrival of consciousness.

My sense of substitution is relatively small...but I still have a sense of substitution.

I found a very good world line, but unfortunately I couldn't achieve it, because there was a difference in one key.And that difference... Even if I can reverse the difference according to my method, my mentality is different, and I can't let it go.

I don't know how long it took me to explore the worldline.

"She has been sitting still for twelve hours." Peter looked at Mo Sheng's image worriedly, and said with his lips pursed, "Should we go in..."

"I think we need to, but what can we do about it?" Tony answered Peter, fists clenched.

He looked at the worried expression of the young man beside him and sighed again, tapping his fingers on the table irregularly: "The most effective way is to let her come out by herself, otherwise the symptoms will not be cured."

"The taste of PTSD... I know it, I know it very well."

Yes, this is a no-brainer, all of them knew the little girl had PTSD the first time they saw her.

PTSD, going through such a bad day won't go unnoticed.That's the most abnormal thing, if that's the case, they should be more vigilant.

They wanted to reassure the little girl and tell her it was all right.But like Peter did, did it have any effect afterwards?

Peter could see that Mo Sheng didn't want to make him worry and said good things. He knew that she knew that he knew too.

This is a cycle, an unbreakable cycle.

Even if it was just an infrared image, looking at the motionless person made Peter very worried, and he wanted Mo Sheng to come out.

Everyone wanted Mo Sheng to come out.

"Wait..." Tony didn't know what to think, and suddenly said.

"What's the matter, Mr. Stark?" Peter asked, and he and Tony were the only ones in the room at this time.

"I think we need to check the energy level of the room." Tony said, his face suddenly became ugly. Although it was ugly before, it was more of worry, but now it is panic.

He walked to the console and raised his hand facing a button, but he hesitated to press it.