Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 170 The Ancient One Peeping at Other People's Dreams Is Scraps!

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

In the playground of Midtown High School, Gwen sat in the stands and said to Peter next to him: "I didn't even know I could get so angry. Anger ate me up."

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

Listening to Gwen confiding to himself, Peter comforted her: "It's understandable, Gwen."

"I know, if I really killed him, I can't imagine what I would become."

Gwen put her hands on her aching forehead, "I have to control myself, maybe my mood and state are not very good recently."

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

She continued to talk to Peter depressedly: "That newspaper has been sparing no effort to smear me. This time they caught this opportunity. I don't know how these people will arrange me."

Peter frowned slightly, "The person who impersonated you has been caught, and with the witnesses of so many people at the scene, everyone knows that you are innocent."

"That being said, the truth is usually black and white, isn't it?"

Gwen was still worried that something bad was going to happen.

What if people stopped believing in themselves and thought they were the kind of bad guy who would rob a bank?
"Will not."

Peter looked at the football players on the playground and said to Gwen, "At least I believe you won't do that, Gwen."

"Ok."

Gwen sighed slightly, "We just talked about the money issue before. Although I am short of money, I will not use improper means to obtain it. I am very happy that you can trust me, Peter."

"At the French last night, maybe you were right, Peter, I always messed up everything."

At this time, Gwen became very sad again.

"No, it has nothing to do with you."

Peter comforted her.

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

Although Gwen is still depressed, her mood has improved a lot.

"Say, Peter, do I need a change of uniform?"

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

"Why change?"

"Well, I just thought that maybe there would be no idiots pretending to be me and make the whole world hate me."

Gwen said with melancholy.

"No, you don't need any changes, Gwen, this is the real you."

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

Although Gwen didn't speak, she enjoyed Peter's words and stroking very much. She couldn't help raising her heels, and moved her face closer to Peter's palm.

evening.

When Peter returned home, he found an unexpected visitor in the living room.

"God, that really sounds crazy."

Little Pepper, who was sitting in the living room talking to Aunt Mei, covered her mouth with a surprised expression.

It seems that the chat atmosphere between her and Aunt Mei is good.

Aunt May was holding a cup of coffee, with a smile on her lips, "I only realized it afterwards, when I was standing on the scaffolding, shouting at the top of my lungs: Jimi Hendrix, will you marry me?"

(Jimi Hendrix: A famous American guitarist, whose status as a guitar god far exceeds that of Little Richard and Chuck Bailey in the same period, and even his first idol Elvis Presley and the Beatles band.)
"And Jimmy pointed at the guitar next to him."

Hearing what Aunt May said, Peter couldn't help but said, "That's really unexpected, Aunt May, you actually know Jimi Hendrix!"

Peter came up to talk to Aunt May, and at the same time greeted Pepper, "Hello, Miss Potts."

"Hello, Parker."

Pepper stands up and shakes Peter's hand.

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

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

"Miss Potts sent so many gifts last time, we should be the ones to express our gratitude."

Aunt Mei felt a little embarrassed.

"No, that's nothing compared to what Mr. Parker and Peter have done to me."

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

"I'm going to see the baked pancakes, you guys talk first."

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

Peter, dressed casually, sat opposite Pepper.

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

"A little."

Peter nodded, "I know you have a lot of questions, and I also know that you are exploring the existence that you can't understand-but, Miss Potts, this will not answer your doubts, and I don't want you to disturb me family."

Peter didn't exchange too many pleasantries, and went directly to the topic.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

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

"Maybe you can go see a psychiatrist."

Peter said to her: "Aunt May thought I had a psychological problem before, so she made an appointment for a good psychiatrist for me."

"no, thank you."

Little 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 a certain organization, similar to the FBI and CIA, but we are a little more low-key. The specific scope of duties is to deal with terrorist attacks and combat those supernatural evil forces. Da Vinci, Galileo , Lincoln, Newton have all been part of our organization."

Peter said with a serious expression.

"Really?"

Pepper showed a puzzled expression.

"Yes, Lincoln the vampire hunter, Newton the zealot seeker of the Holy Grail, Galileo the demon hunter of the Holy See, haven't you heard of Miss Potts?"

Peter said to Pepper seriously.

Little Pepper believed Peter's words at first, but soon realized that the other party was playing with him.

"Well, I almost believed it."

She gave Peter a blank look.

"So, Miss Potts, I told you the answer you were hoping for, but you started to deny it again, just because it sounded more absurd, and it is always difficult for normal people to accept unknown things beyond their comprehension."

When Little Pepper heard these words, a pensive look appeared in his eyes.

"Mr. Parker, I... I really wonder if there is some kind of unknown force in this normal society! I need evidence to tell myself that the scene I saw in the dream is not my hallucination! Otherwise, it will make people I haven't been able to sleep."

Xiaojiao calmed down and said slowly: "I just want a definite answer, whether it is a hallucination or not."

Peter looked into each other's eyes, but didn't speak.

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

Little Pepper was very satisfied with getting such an answer, she nodded, "I see, thank you, Peter."

"If I were you, Miss Potts, I would see a psychiatrist and seal such bad memories away."

Peter suggested to her: "If normal people get too close to this kind of existence, it's hard to say that they won't be affected."

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

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

"I have to go back to deal with the company's affairs. You know, after Tony came back, he was like a different person. He always thought about what he did, so my workload increased dramatically."

Peter nodded, "I heard he wants to rebuild the slums?"

"Yes, despite some resistance, I think this is a very meaningful thing. He said that he should have died, but now that he is alive, God must arrange for him to do something."

"It does make sense."

Peter responded casually.

Pepper was silent for a while and then said: "However, many things will not go so smoothly, Mr. Stan, and Tony has had a lot of disagreements recently."

She didn't know why, when facing 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 the coffee and took a sip.

"Something bad."

"Bad?"

Pepper blinked, not knowing what Peter meant.

Although he wanted to ask, his cell phone rang suddenly.

Seeing that it was Tony calling him, he had no choice but to say goodbye to Peter and Aunt May.

late at night.

Peter sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the box with "Nightmare" sealed in front of him.

The mirror on the surface of the box allows him to clearly see the "nightmare" rolling inside.

"Nightmare" with a haggard face, with a black face, struggling in pain.

"Dream?"

Looking at the monster inside, he fell into deep thought.

I haven't had a dream for a long time, and I even forgot the feeling of dreamlike dreams that are unique to human beings.

But when the box that seals the "nightmare" is by his side, he 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 it is dreaming, rather than simply an energy body carrying memory.

Although I don't know why the sealed "nightmare" gave me the ability to dream.

but the magic side
Always so bizarre.

Gu Yi probably saw this in himself, so he gave the sealing 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 on some unknown dam.

The hard ground vibrated faintly, and the water flowed like a roaring waterfall, making a deafening noise.

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

It poured down from between the two peaks, and the rising water mist was splashed after the body was smashed to pieces.

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

Maybe it was the function of the talisman of life, maybe it was the function of the box that sealed the "Nightmare", or maybe it was the reason why his soul traveled through time and space. He found that after he entered the dreamland, he could always hear some vague ravings.

It seems that I have touched some cracks in time and space, connecting the outside of the universe.

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

Peter was frowning listening to these ravings, and a ripple of a magic circle unfolded in front of him.

The ancient master appeared in front of him.

"So... the dignified Supreme Master, is he bored enough to peep at other people's dreams?"

Peter sighed and asked Ancient One.

"No, your dream attracted me, Mr. Parker."

Master Ancient One put his hands behind his back and wore a yellow hood, looking at the surrounding environment.

"Can you tell me what you heard?"

she asked Peter.

"a lot of."

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

Peter told Gu Yi the ravings he heard.

"Ah."

After being silent for a while, Gu Yi said: "The demon gods of other dimensions always try to find ways to infiltrate the earth. If you listen to their voices for too long, you may be corrupted by them. So... never trust them! Stay as far away as possible They! My disciples were corrupted by the Dark Demon God and became its followers."

Casillas?

Peter immediately thought of that non-mainstream guy with dark circles all the time.

"I know what I'm doing, mage, and I don't admire or desire the power of others."

Peter said slowly to Gu Yi.

next second.

Peter opened his eyes.

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

Outside the window is the dark night.

Above the night sky, a touch of bright black appeared, across the sky, and fell towards the ground.

　Thanks for the reward of "Why do you always look unhappy".

　　It's been a long time since I asked for a monthly pass, thank you everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)