[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

It's not easy to take a boy who is about the same height and weight as me, especially when the other person is drunk.

He originally wanted to take Peter to take a taxi back to school, but the taxi drivers shook their heads when they saw Peter, who was obviously drunk, and drove away. Joey suspected that they might be worried that Peter would vomit in their car superior.

No way, Joey could only choose to take Peter back by himself.

After a lot of hard work, he managed to carry Peter on his back, and led the drunk towards the school.

Peter was carried by him in a daze, his eyes half-closed, he leaned against Joey's neck and rubbed it, it seemed that he was itchy from his hair, he opened his unfocused eyes suddenly, Try to see clearly what it is that is tickling you.

He stared at the jet-black hair for a long time, and then bit down on it.

Joey: ...

I definitely want to talk to you when you're sober, Peter.

Peter seemed to have found his favorite toy, and kept tossing Joey's hair. After playing with it for a few minutes, he lost interest again. This time his eyes fell on Joey's fair neck.

Ahhh!

"hiss--"

Joey almost didn't throw the bastard to the ground. After all, anyone who was bitten on the neck would be shocked. Although Peter didn't use force, this place was still a little sensitive for Joey.

Fortunately, after biting and licking for a while, there was no movement, and he could only feel the warm breath on the skin of his neck.

Joey felt as if Peter had fallen asleep. He was relieved at first, and then his head was full of black lines.

You can't let go when you're asleep, you bastard Peter! !

Joey deeply felt that he shouldn't have come out with Peter for such a trip.

He shook his head, only feeling a little dizzy, probably because of the aftertaste of the drink he drank before, and with a person on his back, Joey also moved from a straight line to a little wobbly.

A car stopped beside him, Joey stopped, squinted and found that it was a taxi.

"Do you want to take a car?"

The driver sitting in the driver's seat in the car had a vague voice and a thick beard, but Joey could still hear what he said clearly.

Since some taxis were willing to take them, Joey would certainly not refuse. He nodded, but the driver got out of the car as if he wanted to help him.

Joey, who is getting drunk, is more negligent than before. If he is in a normal state at this time, he will find that there is something wrong with this driver. He is obviously dressed as a middle-aged man, but he is too young to help Peter's hand .

When the two of them managed to get Peter into the back seat, and Joey gasped for breath with one hand on the door, feeling a little dizzy, he felt that the driver was a little too close to him, "You—"

When he turned his head and was about to say something, he felt a slight stabbing pain in his waist. His slightly drunk brain finally freed up a sliver of reason, and he wanted to reach out and grab the driver to stop him, but it was already a step too late.

The driver reached out to catch the fallen Joey, and then helped him to the passenger seat. It didn't look a little different. Anyone who looked at him would think that he was supporting a drunk. The driver even thoughtfully put the seat belt on. Tie him up, except that he stares unblinkingly at the unconscious Asian boy for several minutes after he's done.

He couldn't help but want to reach out and touch the boy's cheek, but he stopped when he was about to touch it. He murmured nervously that he was too dirty and couldn't touch it now, and his body even trembled slightly until he The mood barely calms down a little.

He gently closed the door next to the co-pilot, then returned to the driver's seat, and started the car, but after driving into a remote corner, he stepped on the brakes, then opened the door and walked to the rear seat, pulled open Open the door, bent over and grabbed Peter's leg, dragged him out of the car with both hands, and pushed him to the ground without hesitation.

Peter rolled around on the ground and stopped on the side of the road. When the driver returned to the driver's seat and started the taxi, the poor, drunk little Spider-Man unknowingly took a sip of the car's exhaust.

Perhaps it was because of the different physique after having superpowers. About an hour later, the alcohol in Peter's body was degraded, and his brain gradually became sober. He opened his eyes in the quiet street where only occasional people passed by.

When he found himself lying on the side of the road, he had to say that Peter was a little confused.

Why is he here?

Peter tried his best to think back, but he could only remember that he was still drinking in the bar before, and what happened afterwards seemed to be covered with a layer of veil, and he couldn't see clearly. He couldn't remember himself after thinking about it for a while. What the hell was going on to lie here after waking up.

Should he be glad he's on the side of the road instead of in the middle, Peter thought wryly.

He looked around the street unconsciously, always feeling that he had forgotten something, until he saw a few people shopping together, he suddenly remembered what he had forgotten——

Where's Joey? ?

Peter didn't think that his little friend would leave him, who was obviously drunk at the time, but at this moment he did not see Joey's figure beside him. He sat propped up by the side of the road, rubbing his temples and waiting. After a while, he didn't see Joey appearing in front of him, which meant that Joey didn't go to a convenience store or something.

Are you still in the bar?

Peter turned around and went back to the bar to search around. The dimly excited crowd brought him some trouble. He even searched all the toilets, but he still couldn't find Joey.

He felt something was wrong, and even had a bad feeling.

Pursing his lips tightly, Peter went back to the school to search around, and also went to Joey's dormitory. After patting the door for a while, no one opened it from inside, until a boy came out of the next dormitory and told him that Eduardo seemed to be in the library. .

Peter came to the library with a glimmer of hope, and saw Eduardo sitting there, propping his cheek with one hand, looking down at the books spread out on the table.

At this time, it was almost one o'clock in the morning, and there were still many people sitting in their seats reviewing in the whole library, most of them were postgraduate entrance examination students, so when Peter walked over, he was very careful not to make too much noise, until he Go to Eduardo.

"Eduardo."

He called his name in a low voice, and Eduardo raised his eyes to look at the person sitting opposite him, his golden eyes clearly revealed the intention to let him speak as soon as he had something to say.

"Have you seen Joe?"

"No." Eduardo said lightly, he noticed that Peter's face was not quite right, "Is there something wrong?"

Peter wanted to cry, but did he want to say that he lost his little friend Joey?

Because he was still not sure what was going on, Peter shook his head bitterly, "...it's nothing, please let me know if you see Joe."

He got up and left with a heavy heart, leaving Eduardo watching his receding back, his brows slightly raised.

When Peter walked out of the dormitory building, he heard very slight footsteps behind him. If it wasn't for his strong sensory ability as Spider-Man, he might not have noticed it. He was originally vigilant because of Joey's matter. After he was ready to attack, he turned around and found that it was Eduardo.

"you--"

"It's about Joey."

Eduardo's tone was flat. Although he didn't know what happened, he could tell from Peter's current appearance, "You look very embarrassed."

The glass door of the library behind Eduardo reflected Peter's appearance at this time, with messy clothes and the smell of alcohol coming from him, not to mention the dust that seemed to be picked up after crawling and rolling on the ground.

Peter: "..."

He had no choice but to tell Eduardo the matter.

Because he searched everywhere he could think of, but he still couldn’t find Joey. Peter finally chose to invade the surveillance system. As a result, he and Eduardo checked the surveillance system during the period when Joey might disappear several times, and found nothing unusual. .

"...it proves that this person is more familiar with this street than we are."

Peter jumped back from the surveillance video, and once again saw Joey walking behind him for a certain distance, and his figure disappeared from the surveillance. When he waited until the next position that could be seen by the surveillance, Joey and him did not appear .

This made Peter's expression very heavy, because this incident confirmed the fact that something happened to Joey.

Otherwise he would not disappear inexplicably.

"He has a goal." Eduardo said, his finger landed on the figure of Joey on the screen, clicked, and then moved to Peter on his back, his voice was low, "Only he disappeared, you are still there."

And the meaning revealed by this information is even more dangerous. Why did this person focus on Joey?

Because this matter has obviously risen to the safety of Joey's life, Peter finally chose to call the police.

When he was halfway through the transcript, Joe's mother and Joe's father rushed over. They all had anxious expressions on their faces, but they did not blame Peter. From their point of view, it was normal for a boy to come out to play at night. After all, which young man People don't like to take it easy. It can only be said that this matter just caught up with mental arithmetic and unintentional.

After the police recorded what Peter said, he thought about it, turned his head to his colleague and said, "Alan, please bring over the serial killer's file."

The word "serial killer" immediately made everyone who cared about Joey's whereabouts tremble.

After taking over the files brought by his colleagues, the police took them out, spread them out on the table, and took out one of them to face them, "Given the information that the boy just said, I suspect that Joe you said Yi was targeted by this serial killer."

"Can any of you give me a picture of Joey?" he asked.

Qiao's mother quickly took out her mobile phone, opened the photo album inside, found Joey's photo, and handed it to the police.

The policeman looked at them for a few seconds, then looked at them again, frowning, and said in a solemn tone, "Now the possibility has increased by at least 20.00%."

"From Joey's appearance, he is very suitable for the target of a serial killer. He is young and a college student." He paused, and his eyes fell on Peter. "I heard from Peter that Joey has a very good personality. It is also relatively popular here, and it has been two weeks since the last time this serial killer committed a crime, these days is almost the time for him to strike again."

"Is there no clue?" Papa Joe said.

"Our colleagues are checking the surveillance on that street, but—" the policeman showed apology on his face and a hint of pity in his tone. "So far, we haven't found any effective clues."

Peter sat on the chair, pursed his lips, and was tormented by guilt.

Even if Joey's parents didn't blame him, Peter didn't feel good, because he felt that this thing would happen, and most of the responsibility lay with himself, if he hadn't asked Joey to go to the bar, if he hadn't been drunk, if... …

A hand fell on his shoulder, Peter froze, slowly raised his head, and found that it was Mother Qiao.

"Joy is an adult, he must decide what he wants to do, so..." Mother Qiao was also in a bad mood, but she still smiled to comfort the child, "What we have to do now is not to blame ourselves , but find that guy."

"He's the one we should punish."

Peter managed to pull himself together.

Joe's father took a few steps forward, and he could vaguely see the policemen who were watching the surveillance through the undrawn shutters of the office. He turned his head to look at Joe's mother who was comforting Peter. After thinking for a while, he turned and walked out of the police station.

When he walked to the side of the gate flower bed, Joe's father stopped, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Tony's number.

He told the other party about the matter, and Tony replied immediately that he immediately started looking for Joey, and then hung up the phone quickly, obviously ready to do something.

This barely eased Papa Joe's inner anxiety.

To be honest, sometimes Papa Joe would be glad that his wife has such a younger brother. Although their family does not covet the wealth of Stark Enterprises, they are usually satisfied with their lives, but sometimes they have to Admit it, such a person can always have more energy when something big happens.

Joe's father immediately turned around and went back to the police station. After all, having Tony's help didn't mean they could wait in peace. It just increased the possibility of finding Joey. They still hoped to cooperate with the police as much as possible , to speed up the progress of finding Joey.

Time went back to when Peter was pushed out of the car and took a big breath of exhaust gas.

The taxi returned to the busy streets with people coming and going, and drove forward for about half an hour.

Steve just came out of the convenience store, and he was holding fast food such as pizza and fried chicken in his hand. Captain America, who has not been defrosted for a long time, is not proficient in modern kitchen utensils at all, so he can only follow fast food all the time. For company.

In addition, Steve just came back from a mission today, happened to pass by this street, and saw the convenience store he frequented, so he went in to buy something and came out.

Walking on the street, he would occasionally look at the driving vehicles, with nostalgia and sighs in his eyes.

At that time, country M did not have so many cars, nor did it have so many people.

Watching and watching, until he passed by a taxi, Steve's original walking pace stopped.

The one just now... a bit like Joey?

Because the light was a bit dim, and the speed of the car was not too slow, Steve's enhanced vision could not see very clearly, and if he remembered correctly, Joey should be in school at this time.

But an intuition made him aware of something, and this sense of unease made Steve subconsciously take out his mobile phone and dial Natasha's number.

"Natasha, I'll dial a number later, can I trouble you to locate it for me?"

"You should be glad I'm still awake, cap."

Natasha said lazily, she turned around on the office chair, her fingers landed on the keyboard, "I'm ready."

Steve hung up on her and called Joey.

The bell rang in the speeding car, and the person sitting in the driver's seat turned his head to look a few times, took out the phone that was ringing cheerfully from Joey's pocket, and hung up directly. After hanging up, he thought about it, and simply put it Throw it out of the car window.

With a bang, the phone rolled on the ground a few times before stopping, and cracks appeared on the screen.

Until one hand picked it up, it was Steve with a serious face.