Serious person, who is learning magic in Marvel?

"...Spider-Man?"

The door was opened, and a blond woman looked at him in confusion. Her pale face was still stained with tears, and her body, only wearing a gauze robe, was trembling slightly.

"Uh, ma'am, I can explain, please don't scream or call the police, okay?" Peter raised his hands to show that he was not hostile. However, the next second he said these words, he began to silently

He complained about himself.

Damn it, Peter, what the hell are you talking about? That sounds like a pervert.

Well, I'd better find a way to escape quickly.

He was thinking about how to escape, but the woman did not make any drastic action. She pursed her lips, stood at the door, and said slightly sadly: "He was caught, right?"

"who?"

"Jonathan Harlan, my husband."

"Wait a minute, ma'am." Peter moved a little closer to the window sill. "With all due respect, Jonathan Harlan is single. Even if you live in his home, it doesn't mean you are his wife."

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

She closed the door behind her back, 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'm just here to find some evidence... Your husband was arrested two days ago for robbing a bank. When he was arrested, I

I just happened to pass by. His eyes left a deep impression on me, so I thought there might not be that simple behind this matter."

Faced with Peter's ridiculous lies, the woman accepted them all. She immediately nodded with an excited expression: "Yes, it is impossible for Jonathan to do such a thing! Why would he want to rob a bank? We are not short of money at all!"

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

He didn't say it out loud and turned to another matter: "Listen, ma'am, what I'm about to say may make you feel a little offensive, but I still have to ask. You know how well your husband behaves in his job?"

How about it?"

The woman's expression was a little confused. She tried hard to remember: "He, he rarely talks to me about work. But a few times he came home drunk and kept mumbling a name."

She frowned, opened and closed her mouth, and it took several minutes before she came up with an uncertain name: "Batista? That seems to be the name."

In the next ten minutes, Peter asked her many things. The woman didn't hide anything and told Peter everything. She even told Peter what happened on their wedding anniversary this year. She even started to cry while talking.

, so that Peter had to comfort her for a while.

For the first time, he felt that questioning was so troublesome, so after the matter was over, he couldn't wait to jump out of the window.

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

Batista, a name.

Apart from that, there were no more clues. He leapt into the air, the strong wind blowing against his body, and then fell down, quickly diving to the ground. Another spider silk pulled up in his hand took him to the ground.

Higher and farther, the bright moon hung in the sky, and 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.

Returning to the police station, he followed the original route to the records management room. Usually no one came here, so it was very quiet. He lay on the ceiling, and the door to the records management room was closed. Peter frowned, and McQueen

I never close the door. He said it makes him feel constrained.

A bad premonition made his scalp start to tingle. Peter landed lightly and opened the door gently. What he saw made him freeze on the spot.

McGuire lay on the ground, his mouth wide open, a box of pizza fell over on the ground, and there was still half a piece of pizza in his mouth that he had not swallowed. Blood poured out of his throat, and the strange thing was

, no blood spread to the ground.

They floated in a way that violated the laws of physics. McGuire's belly was also opened, and all his internal organs were clearly visible. Peter's face twitched a few times, and he tried hard to suppress the urge to vomit.

, began to observe the scene through the door.

McGuire is hopeless, that's for sure - unless he is Wolverine, but he is only in his fifties this year. If he wants to be Wolverine, he will have to live for at least two hundred years. So he must be dead, completely dead.

. There is no doubt about this.

After the initial shock and sadness dissipated, what lingered in Peter's heart was not only anger, but also confusion.

McGuire will retire soon. He has no enemies and has good relations with everyone. He has not been out in the field for more than ten years and has no reason to provoke gangsters. Who wants to kill him? And, in this way?

He cautiously stood by the door, opened his gloves, opened the magazine of the spider silk launcher, took out a jar of spider silk liquid, and fiddled with it for a while, and finally succeeded in making a spider silk spear. He will

The spear carefully stretched out and gently stirred the blood - the next second, a sudden change occurred.

A simple bronze statue instantly appeared in this small archive room. Before Peter could react, he was taken away by the damn 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 side changed its shape slightly. A mouth protruded from the plane with nothing. Although it looked scary, it could actually

It started to speak. This was what it had just learned from the mage.

"Um...is there any more?"

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

"Happy memories."

"...Anyway, you'll eat any memory with strong emotions, right?"

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

"There is a limit to the accumulation of emotions in memory. If the accumulation reaches a limit, I will feel very uncomfortable. This is true whether it is a happy memory or a painful memory."

"How many kinds of biological memories have you eaten? Did you eat them when they were alive or dead?"

This somewhat offensive question did not offend the cube. It did not seem to have the emotions that a race should have, even if, according to itself, it had eaten countless memories floating among the endless sea of ​​stars: "Wait until their world

When destroyed, memories will float out... just like over there."

It floated up, and a bright blue light began to linger around it. He Shenyan discovered 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 he suffered a bitter pill at this time. He Shenyan curled up, as if someone had hit his abdomen hard with a stick.

The twitching pain was cutting his heart like a saw, and the cube circled around him twice.

It says: "You feel..."

Taking a hard breath, He Shenyan stood up straight. The emotions of a whole world of creatures were stirring in his heart. Those sad, happy, and painful memories flashed before his eyes one after another, some of which belonged to humans.

, some belong to aliens.

The cube came closer to him, and the light on it became brighter again: "Do you mind giving me some? I'm a little hungry, the last time I ate was... um..."

It fell into deep thought, and then uttered: "Same as last time."

The mage raised his hand, and his mental power transported all those memories. His body structure was still within the human category, and at least he had no intention of abandoning his body for now. His brain was not able to process the entire world's memories at once. Those emotions and

The memory was transported into the cube's body along with his hand.

It was buzzing and vibrating, and every surface of its body was flashing blue light happily. After a while, this situation stopped.

The mage standing aside also regained his composure. He frowned, still recalling the huge impact he felt at that time. The cube thanked him politely, and then said: "I'm leaving."

"What's wrong?"

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

"Why are you doing this?"

"I don't know either." Cube replied. "However, I have been here for a long time, and it seems that I am the only one who can do this. You are also the first human to talk to me."

"Have you ever spoken to anyone besides humans?"

The cube fell into deep thought again, this time for 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 fists clenched immediately.

There are countless bald women in the world, but only one can transcend the world. And this person happens to be very familiar to him. Such a coincidence, so deliberate.

So... it made him miss it.

"...I understand, thank you." He whispered, and then said goodbye to the cube. The other party shook its body towards him, floated away, and turned into the huge cube when they met.

Blue sphere.

After embarking on the journey again, He Shenyan's expression was not as relaxed as it was at the beginning.

Who is Gu Yi to him? She is his teacher, the one who protects him without asking for anything in return, the one who teaches him knowledge, and the one who allows him to open the door to magic.

She was also the one who deliberately plotted against him step by step, and in the end she even used her own death as the final anchor to firmly tie him to the position of guardian.

His eyes were complicated and he never said a word.

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Peter opened his eyes and began to observe his surroundings. The first sight made him curse in a rare way.

There was no other reason. He was currently in the middle of a big net. The surroundings were dark and deep, and roars could be heard from time to time. It looked extremely scary. This scene, which looked like a third-rate cult movie from the 1980s, made his scalp numb.

, and immediately began to try to break free from this net.

But he forgot one thing - spiders can usually feel the vibrations of their webs.

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

Even at such a critical juncture, he still did not give up his talk: "Hey, man, I said, can you untie it, and I will bring you something else to eat, how about it? You like to eat m

Remember it or remember it? Pizza is fine too, Italian or Hawaiian..."

He spoke very fast and kept mumbling words that were not helpful to his current situation in order to calm down. His brain was working rapidly, trying to find a way to escape. But when the creature completely emerged from the darkness

At this time, he was stunned.

It was a pure white spider. Except for the red eyes, it looked absolutely flawless and extremely beautiful. Friendly reminder, generally speaking, if you think a spider is beautiful, you'd better stay away from it.

.

The more beautiful you are, the more poisonous you are.

It opened its mouth and actually said human words: "Keep your voice down, you will wake them up."

"Wtf?! You can speak?" Peter's eyes widened. "You, are you still a woman?"

"Keep your voice down!" She quickly raised one leg and pressed it on Peter's mouth. Believe me, the experience was definitely not a good one, but Peter didn't dare to feel dissatisfied or struggle at all. The spider sense in his brain was working

Madness reminds him of the approaching danger.

Sure enough, a roar came from the distance, and it seemed to be approaching. Peter's hair stood up, and his mask was raised in a funny arc. The spider grabbed him, jumped away from the web. It took Peter with him, left and right in the darkness.

Suddenly he flashed to the right and soon arrived at another place.

It gently put Peter down, and the touch from under his feet convinced him that he was standing on the ground - at least, it was something like the rock wall of a cave. He adjusted his mask, and then spoke solemnly

Then: "Uh, hello."

Spider looked very impatient: "Are you still saying hello to me?"

"...shouldn't it be? Isn't this 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!"

"Save? What are you talking about?"

"Don't you 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 spider's bad attitude again and again. What's more, he is also very angry now.

He hasn't forgotten what happened to McGuire.

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