The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Chapter 204

The black-haired young man with a handsome face walked out of the corner, and naturally blended into the early morning crowd on the streets of New York.

In the sun, he shone like a pebble in a stream.

"...cough, cough cough!"

—————Peter’s drink had just been delivered to the table, and he took a sip of hot chocolate, and he coughed again and again because of the scene outside the window he accidentally saw.

Hot chocolate was sprinkled all over the table, and the little spider was cleaning up the little mess he had made, when he heard the bell at the door of the pizzeria make a melodious clang.

Brought by a gust of cold wind, the pale, handsome black-haired young man pushed the door in. He looked at the bewildered little spider and smiled.

"Good morning, my friend," Abaddon asked rather politely, "did I interrupt your meal?"

"No, no!"

No matter how many times, Peter stumbles over this face when he speaks.

The little spider immediately put down the dirty tissue, trotted over quickly, and led the black-haired youth around the sluggish waiters and guests to the table.

"You look very happy, my friend." The black-haired young man sat down at the table following his strength, and while taking off his scarf, asked softly with a smile, "Did anything good happen?"

"Christmas vacation starts today." Peter confessed, pushing another cup of chocolate that he ordered earlier towards the black-haired young man in front of him, "Also, today's appointment——"

Speaking of this, the little spider automatically silenced: across from him, Cain put up his finger, pressed it lightly on the bright red lips, and smiled at him.

"Ah, yes...sorry." Peter's cheeks turned red immediately, he muttered apologies, and couldn't help but look at Cain's outfit today.

Most of the pizzerias were secretly looking at this side. The whispers contained huge emotions that Peter's keen hearing could hardly distinguish. put it down.

"It's really warm."

Abaddon whispered with interest.

Little Spider: "..."

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"Mr. Parker on the 14th, your pizza is ready!" At the counter, the clerk's crisp ringing bell interrupted Peter's idea of ​​language organization, and he simply jumped up from his seat and walked over there. Took two big boxes of pizza.

"........."

When he took over the two huge pizza boxes, the little spider obviously felt that the clerk was slightly taken aback.

Peter originally prepared a box for him to share with Cain, and a box for the mage in the temple--because this brand of pizza is delicious.

"........."

At this moment, when the clerk gave him such a look, Peter immediately stiffened and returned to his table with almost the same hands and feet.

The black-haired young man was drinking hot chocolate, but when he saw him coming, he immediately put down his cup and said with concern.

"What's the matter with you, my friend? No sooner have the joys I've seen pierced through the clouds than troubles overshadow your heart again."

The voice of the black-haired young man is also like his face, full of charm that people can't help looking for, but the words that occasionally come out of his mouth are gorgeous and sincere words like drama————

—————It’s the grandfather of the rare treasure generation.

Once again Peter is all too aware of Cain's identity.

"Cain," the little spider begged in a low voice, "I didn't realize it when I ordered the pizza just now. It should be an unbaked one and a baked one. Otherwise, when we pass by, the pizza brought to Doctor Strange will be the same." It's getting cold. So..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the black-haired young man opposite him smiled and understood Peter's meaning.

"I think you did a good job, my friend." Cain seemed to be looking at Peter with misty black eyes, and the little spider could even see his own reflection in it. "There shouldn't be any professional pizza bakers in the temple." The stove—after all, it's just a matter of keeping it warm."

"........."

Peter understood.

He quickly opened one of the pizza boxes, and pushed the sauce bottles over the table, blocking them in a row like a city wall, leaving Cain with a visual blind spot that would not be spied on or photographed.

The black-haired young man thanked him in a low voice, and Peter saw his finger on the pizza box, and stroked it gently a few times.

In an instant, a faint light appeared in Peter's field of vision, and then slowly dissipated.The black-haired youth withdrew his hand again, as if nothing had happened.

"Okay," he said softly, "it's all right."

Peter: Good!

He put the warm pizza box aside, and pushed the opened pizza towards the dark-haired youth.

"Half Italian sausage, half chicken with green peppers—see which you like better."

Seeing that the black-haired young man didn't move, the little spider stopped chewing and raised his head to ask hesitantly.

"What's the matter, Cain?"

The black-haired youth shook his head, but did not answer the question.

His knuckles curled up and rested on the edge of the table, and it took a while for them to relax.

The monarch of hell surrounded the small coffee shop, and the increasingly thick and evil atmosphere in it, couldn't help lowering his eyes in disgust.

—————Among the souls, only the little spider sitting opposite Abaddon exuded pure white light.

Under Peter's dazed and worried eyes, the black-haired young man's mouth slowly curled up, revealing a somewhat melancholy smile.

"I'm just a little worried about what I will find today," Abaddon said softly, looking at the young and innocent face in front of him, "but no matter what happens, I will not let the danger swallow you, my friend."

Peter Parker, who can pull several tons of weight, looked at his old friend whose combat power was basically equal to that of ordinary people except for the interesting magic, and fell into a tactical silence, "..."

The feeling of being cared about makes people feel warm, so the little spider just nodded obediently and said "um" with a bright smile.

——————A dark contract was established in the void where he could not see.

Abaddon casually took out a Gabriel's feather from the empty pocket, used it as a seal, and pressed it in the direction of the signature.

In an instant, the entire contract transitioned from pitch black to half black and half white, and the paper began to become mottled, unable to bear the fierce confrontation between the angel and the demon.

"........."

But Abaddon, who had already signed the contract, turned a blind eye to it. With a thought, he quietly took back the contract.

————With the guarantee of this contract, Peter Parker will never die of an unnatural death.

And when Abaddon signed with an angel's feather instead of a devil's handprint, this ensured to the greatest extent that even if he suffered damage, the price Peter Parker paid for transferring the damage was equivalent to nothing.

After all, the existence of demons equals exploitation, and angels are the opposite of demons—most of the time.

The little spider who has a golden medal for avoiding death is still unaware, eating pizza happily, and looking at the beauty of the dark-haired young man opposite him shining in the sun from time to time.

"Cain."

"what's up?"

The dark-haired youth took a sip of hot chocolate and looked at Peter with concern.

Bathed in his focused gaze, few people could not blush—at least the little spider quickly looked away, swallowed the pizza in his mouth with great difficulty, and issued a loud invitation.

"Christmas, do you want to come to my house to play? There are still more than ten days, if you have nothing to do that day--I mean--I have no other intentions! Anyway--"

——————The drawing is getting darker and darker.

Abaddon thought indulgently.

Before the little spider cooks itself into a little red spider, his good heart prevents the whole process of the protein from deteriorating under high temperature.

"Thank you for your invitation, my friend," said Peter, whose head was already buried in the pizza box, when he suddenly heard a gentle voice from above his head.

There was sporadic tenderness hidden in Cain's eyes. In the sunshine, the melancholy mist that always surrounded him seemed to disappear for a while.

"I will go for Christmas," the black-haired youth said young, "Thank you for your invitation, you are such a good-hearted friend, and I am very grateful for everything you have done for me."

Peter: "...!"

He wiped out the few remaining pieces in the pizza box, and the brunette just finished his portion on his plate and drank the last mouthful of hot chocolate.

The little spider fell silent: "..."

"Are you full...?" he asked cautiously, pausing his hand to grab the last piece of pepperoni pizza.

"Yes, my friend."

Having already pressed the corner of his mouth with a napkin, the black-haired youth answered the question calmly.

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—————Compared to his good appetite after consuming a lot of calories, Cain eats like a bird.

The waiter came up to refill their hot chocolate, Cain gently covered the mouth of his cup, and at the same time signaled the other party to add some more to the little spider's cup.

After the waiter left, in front of the little spider, the black-haired young man opened his fingers, revealing the pink note that had been stuffed inside.

"The people here are as enthusiastic as the people in my hometown," Cain said happily, "but the way has changed a bit. This string of numbers...can be linked to their addresses?"

"... In a sense, it is like this."

Peter choked on the nostalgic look of joy on his face, but answered the question well, "Those are phone numbers, you just dial and you can get back in touch with them—well, that's about it."

"I understand."

Cain said unhurriedly.

He opened the windbreaker jacket, rummaged in the inner pocket for a while, and found a small iron box.

Under the blank gaze of the little spider, this pink note was also thrown into the small iron box.

In an instant, the note disappeared, as if the endless darkness swallowed up the slightly colored outside matter.

The black-haired youth closed the iron box again and put it back into the inner bag.

"………what is that?"

Peter asked with some difficulty.

"Tujriko."

The red lips of the black-haired young man opened and closed, uttering a word that Peter had never heard before.

"This word comes from my hometown." Cain said with a smile, "there, everyone will raise a tujriko, they are docile, only grow up by devouring the feelings on the objects, and will return the objects themselves, so it is A perfectly harmless pet."

"........."

Peter's movement of eating pizza has completely stopped.

After a while, under Cain's gaze, the statue slowly revived.

The little spider looked in the direction of the iron box, and then looked away as if he had been burned.

"But... I was in that box... I didn't see anything."

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"Most of Tujriko's juveniles have no body shape," the black-haired youth explained in detail, "so they prefer to stay in a darker place, and food helps them think about what shape they want to become in adulthood."

Seeing that Peter was still in a daze, the black-haired young man simply took out a pen, drew a round black briquette on the shorthand pad, and pushed it in front of the little spider.

"This is the one I kept, it's cute and fluffy, like a cat." Cain said lightly, "But after that day...after that, I never saw it again. "

————Peter took a closer look at the "Tujriko."

Since he had seen Cain's other shorthand and knew how realistic the black-haired youth's painting style was, Peter believed that although the painting style of this black briquette cat was too cute, Peter believed that it was not much different from the real thing.

"Does it have a name?"

Peter asked like asking a friend's cats and dogs.

"Yes." Cain replied, "I call it 'Nova', because it really started out as a little black briquette that loves darkness. By the way—"

"—do you want to pet this one I've re-bred now?"

Cain said abruptly.

—————Peter's first reaction was to say "no", but the second reaction, which came belatedly, was like a light hot air balloon, crowding out the rest of the rebuttals, and floating quite eagerly to the ceiling.

"……want."

Little Spider finally had to admit it.

The world of Magic Test is unfolding towards him, from pills that can hear people's inner activities, to reliable warming spells and teleportation totems, and Cain has never put him in danger——Thinking of this, the little spider can't help but Looking forward to it, I looked at Cain who took out the iron box again.

"Good boy." The black-haired young man's voice was as low as a whisper, "Are you taking a good rest?"

———— The darkness is silent.

"You can come and touch it, my friend." Cain raised his head and gestured for Peter to extend his hand, "Each Tujriko's hand feels different to different people, but in general, they are quite interesting. "

The iron box was placed on the table, and a small corner of darkness was exposed to Peter's eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds, but still stretched out his left index finger, lightly reached into the iron box, and poked it.

Peter: "!"

Peter froze completely in place,

The little creature in the dark slid past his fingers, it was icy and cool, like a soft slime, and also like a piece of jelly just taken out of the refrigerator, it was quite a lovely touch.

—————— If it wasn’t because the iron box was too small, the little spider even wanted to put his whole hand in it now, kneading the slime inside.

"...it's so cute."

Peter couldn't help lowering his voice, sighing incoherently.

"Tujrikos are very cute." The black-haired young man nodded, his pale face flushed with blood in the sunlight, "I kept the first one for a long time, and I fed almost everything——so it grew It's also slow to get up."

Speaking of this, a faint smile appeared on Cain's face, but that smile was so bitter and fragile that one couldn't bear to ask further questions.

"Slime! Uh I mean your new Tujriko is slime - thanks for letting me touch it!"

The little spider changed the subject at the speed of light, "Do you know what a slime is?"

"........."

The dark-haired young man stared at him for a while.

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He puffed up his chest as much as possible, looked away as if nothing had happened, and returned the slime in the iron box to Cain.

"I don't know what it is, my friend."

The tolerant black-haired young man still took up the topic, "To me, it feels like grass waves—as if I was still asleep on the lawn in my hometown."

A melodious bell sounded in the distance, and Peter and Cain stood up at the same time. Peter took the pizza box that had been put on a heat preservation spell, and Cain refolded the empty cups and bowls they had used and put them in the pizza box. tray.

"Let's go."

The black-haired young man turned his head slightly, blocking most of the eyes that became hotter as he stood up, and said to the little spider next to him.

Peter gave a grateful "um" and rushed to the door of the pizza shop as if running away. Cain followed closely behind. Several symbols were drawn on the ground.

"........."

No matter how many times, the little spider will not bear to look away.

Then, like magic, the black-haired youth took out a bunch of teleportation totems from his pocket, and tied one of them to Peter's wrist.

"Are you ready?" he asked softly, "Three...two..."

"……one……"

Peter counted himself.

"zero."

With a bang, the world split open brilliantly in front of Peter, as if he had suddenly fallen into a kaleidoscope bathed in sunlight.

At that moment, Peter saw many novel things, similar to the feeling of flying high in the sky, but he didn't feel dizzy, he just kept getting up and falling in the light and shadow.

The journey just got faster—too fast—!

"Good morning."

The field of vision suddenly became dark, and Peter heard a man's low and indifferent voice with his heart beating like a drum.

The little spider subconsciously turned its head to the left and recognized the sofas, carpets and display cabinets in the temple.

—————and the one sitting on the sofa was Doctor Strange who was drinking tea and reading a newspaper with a teacup in his hand.

The mage's eyes looked very pale in the sunlight. He glanced indifferently at the visitor who fell on the ground, and then glanced at another visitor who was kneeling on one knee and trying to help the fallen visitor, and sighed silently.

"Are you all ready?" he asked flatly.

"Of course!" Peter immediately replied happily, "I have brought everything, food, water, and equipment. Aunt May also knows that I am going to study and investigate for a few days and nights——I just need to come back You can write a two-page paper sometime."

"........."

—————— Kid, no one asked you this.

Doctor Strange really wanted to say this, but he looked at the smiling little spider, and then at the black-haired young man with a calm face behind him, and tried his best to hold back.

"These are the remunerations that were negotiated before."

Cain stepped forward at the right time.

He held a check and handed it to Strange, who took a look, first raised his eyebrows, and then frowned slightly.

————— If there is any problem, it is that this check is too generous.

"I went to the auction house again."

As if knowing what he was going to ask, the black-haired young man had already spoken in advance, "Money is meaningless to me, a deported sinner, because I just want to..."

Under Strange's scrutiny, this mythical figure from thousands of years ago stood there, pale and melancholy, like a magnolia that was about to die due to bitter summer.

——————Obviously still a young and beautiful face, but it seems that he is about to die from exhaustion.

"I just want to find my hometown."

The black-haired young man begged in a low voice with a trembling voice.

"........."

——————Even Strange could not refuse Cain at this time.

"king."

Strange whispered a few words to the calm mage next to him, handed him the check in his hand, watched the latter leave the hall quickly, and then turned around.

"Please come and look at this."

The mage pointed to the golden globe in the center of the hall, and gently turned one hand on it, revealing the small flags marked in advance, "These places are all possible ruins, that is, the direction where 'Eden' will appear. We You can check one by one, as long as you have no objection to this method."

"...I'm sorry for involving you in all of this, my friend."

The little spider suddenly heard the voice of the black-haired youth.

"Don't...don't apologize!" Peter was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed, "As you said, we are friends! That's why I—plus, this is a good extracurricular experience, and I really need it... ..."

"Thank you."

The dark-haired youth interrupted him.

In the sunlight, his eyes were as gentle as mist that would disperse when touched.

"..."

Doctor Strange opened the portal in silence, revealing the sky filled with yellow sand.

"please."

The mage said indifferently as usual.