What is it like to study at Midtown High School?

"What are you going to do to me?" Ke Luo's handcuffed hands were already a little numb, and now he envied the teleportation ability of Nightcrawler Kurt.

The fairy tale poet was staring at the hundreds of photos on the wall in a daze—staring at Susie, and after hearing Ke Luo’s question, he turned around in a daze for a long time, still muttering to himself: “Why? What should I do with you?"

"It's not us, it's me." Ke Luo stared nervously at the fairy tale poet's eyes, but found that those eyes were not looking at him, but at those people in the fairy tale poet's imagination.

"What should I do with you?" The fairy tale poet raises his tone eerily, and at the same time the corners of his mouth are raised stiffly upwards—a Cheshire cat grin. "How about gouging out your eyes? Or cutting your skin? Or Should an iron pipe be inserted into your body? Tell me, will I have an orgasm?"

The fairy tale poet originally intended to lift Ke Luo's chin, but just before his fingers touched Ke Luo's skin, the previous experience suddenly returned to his memory. Ke Luo saw him stunned for a moment, then withdrew his hand, He took a step back and stood one meter away from Ke Luo, looking at the boy with a strange expression.

He's crazy.Ke Luo began to despair, the fairy tale poet had gone mad, even if he did not drink too much, his sanity had been exhausted by hatred and revenge.

The fairy tale poet tilted his head suspiciously, and asked Ke Luo: "Did you feel pleasure when you did this?"

"Carol!" Ke Luo could only call out this name, "Look clearly! I'm not those scumbags!"

The brief Qingming returned to the eyes of the fairy tale poet, but he did not intend to stop: "Yes, you are not them, you are a good person, but you have already seen who I am."

So he will not let Ke Luo go, he will not expose himself to the eyes of the Avengers before the revenge is over.

"So, go to hell. Go and be with my Suzie." The fairy tale poet stretched out his hand, as if stroking Suzie in the photo through the air, "She must be very lonely, you go to heaven to accompany her... Tell her I'm sorry..."Sorry, I'm going to hell.

Ke Luo opened his eyes wide and leaned against the wall, watching the fairy tale poet carefully peel off Susie's photos one by one and put them into a box, each with a careful kiss printed on it.

What is he going to do? !Ke Luo looked around the room nervously, looking at the garbage and rough furniture all over the floor, and suddenly thought of a terrible possibility: "You can't do this...you can't leave me here to starve to death..."

"Starve to death?" The fairy tale poet gently put the small box into his coat pocket, and looked back at Ke Luo, "No...I won't do this, otherwise you might be found by Spider-Man or others."

Drugs again... Ke Luo stared at the fairy tale poet's hand this time, and he froze time before he spilled the drug.

"You..." The fairy tale poet only had time to say a word before Ke Luo bit the timeline.

"I don't want to do this..." Ke Luo got this skill from Uroboros' memory, but he hasn't practiced it yet. He tried his best to use his own weight to hold down the fairy tale poet whose body was stiff because of the timeline being read. , and then severely bit off his timeline, a large amount of memory scattered out, quickly covering the fairy tale poet.

Ke Luo rolled aside, looked at the fairy tale poet who was wailing in painful memories, silently said sorry, and then slowly moved towards the door, but it was too difficult, Ke Luo didn't even move the table, Smells something burning.

Is it the bathroom?Ke Luo turned his head and saw a lot of smoke coming out of the bathroom.

on fire?Why did you choose this time?Ke Luo faintly felt that the fairy tale poet should have done something in the bathroom just now. If he had succeeded in fascinating Ke Luo just now, Ke Luo should be lying here waiting to be burned to death or choked to death by smoke.

Fine, it's vicious.

Ke Luo really wanted to stomp on the fairy tale poet's feet—if it wasn't for the fact that he could only jump around now.

The choking smoke quickly enveloped the small room, and the flames also burned to the wooden door of the bathroom. What Ke Luo envied now was Bobby the Iceman. He could stop time, but this ability did not What's the use of it-even if you give him a few hours, you can't break the iron door and jump out of the window?Damn, this broken house doesn't even have a window.

Ke Luo decisively and desperately crawled to the place closest to the gate, shouting for help: "It's on fire!"

The screaming fairy tale poet tore his hair like crazy, Ke Luo watched in despair as the flames gradually engulfed the room - no, he didn't want to die!He finally came back alive from the border of nothingness, so as not to die with this stranger, there must be something he can do.

Ke Luo stopped the time, first tried to pull the crazy fairy tale poet to the door, and then pushed away the flammable wooden tables and the like, so that at least a separation zone could be formed... These few steps Ke Luo, who had been restrained by his hands and feet, was exhausted.

But it's no use... If no one comes to rescue, they will die of suffocation first-like most people in fire accidents.Ke Luo sat down next to the fairy tale poet, time began to flow again, the flames began to raging again, and the smoke quickly robbed the oxygen in the room.

Ke Luo coughed and pushed the chair to the door, trying to attract people's attention with his voice.

"Hey... are the heroes of New York going on a collective vacation today..." Ke Luo hit the iron gate with his body, but his strength became weaker and weaker.

Peter... where did you die?

On the verge of coma, Ke Luo heard a loud noise, as if a heavy metal object was hitting the iron door.

Ke Luo leaned to the side, just in time to see a shield forcefully break through the iron door, and then someone shouted something...

"Kelo!" The first thing Peter saw was Keluo, who had passed out due to lack of oxygen. He jumped over Captain America and rushed into the room, picking up the boy.

"Take him to a ventilated place quickly, and give him artificial respiration." Agent Romanov who followed quickly reminded Peter.

"Hmm!" Peter really lost all interest in the fairy tale poet who also passed out beside him. Seeing Ke Luo fall down, he almost thought of a terrible winter night.

When Ke Luoyouyou woke up, all he saw was Peter's big face...Why did they get so close... No, mouth to mouth?Ke Luo's first reaction was to give Peter a kick, but his remaining strength was only enough to give Peter a "bite".

Peter, who retreated from the pain, was very happy: "Ke Luo! You finally woke up!"

Wake up your grandma!Ke Luo, who survived the catastrophe, suddenly felt an inexplicable grievance—this grievance made him feel inexplicable anger, so he asked in a low voice: "Where is the fairy tale poet?"

"He's awake too." Natasha on the side reminded her aloud, then chuckled, "Of course no one gave him artificial respiration."

Both young people blushed, Peter coughed, and helped Ke Luo up, and then Ke Luo realized that they were in an abandoned house, and the fairy tale poet was blindfolded and tied to a chair. But it looks restless.

"Ke Luo, he looks like..." Peter wasn't sure what happened to the fairy tale poet, but he vaguely felt that it had something to do with Ke Luo.

"I let him get stuck in his own memories." There was nothing to hide, Ke Luo explained everything that happened to the people in the room, and then scratched his head, "I'm afraid that's not a very good memory. In addition , how did you find this place?"

"It was I who received your call for help." Captain Rogers finally spoke. He had been standing by the side watching Ke Luo, "The SOS you typed out with Morse code, neither Spiderman nor Agent Romanov could receive it in time. Arrived, but I got it."

"After the captain woke me and Natasha, he realized that you had been kidnapped, so he searched the whole city overnight." Peter added, and when he mentioned that Ke Luo was kidnapped, his face was very ugly.

"But fairy tale poets can hide their sense of existence, so you didn't find us." Ke Luo suddenly felt fortunate, "If it wasn't for the fire, you might not have found me by now."

"...Yes." Peter lowered his head. If it weren't for the abnormal smoke and the commotion of the crowd here, he might have killed Ke Luo, who was involved innocently. The guilt and fear made Spider-Man almost crush his fist.

"Timeline, are you able to restore the fairy tale poet to normal now?" Captain Rogers looked at the two children with different expressions, and had to say something to break the atmosphere.

"Huh? Ah, yes." Ke Luo was stunned for a moment before realizing that "Timeline" was his code name, and nodded quickly.

It was the first time for the three of them to see the materialized timeline. Those phantom-like white lines were pulled out from the body of the fairy tale poet, and then wrapped around the young man's fingers, straightened out gently, and fused into a complete one. , was sent back to the body of the fairy tale poet, the man whimpered, and then his trembling body returned to tranquility.

During the whole process, the boy's body was shrouded in a layer of white light, his slightly pale face had a peaceful expression, and his gray-blue eyes were as calm as the winter sky.

"Thank you for your assistance." Captain Rogers came back to his senses, and thanked him solemnly.

"Uh...you're welcome?" Ke Luo was still not used to this over-the-top atmosphere.

"For everything you have done, Ai..." The blond soldier was suddenly covered by the young man who rushed over. The captain first saw the shocked Spider-Man and then saw the warning in Ke Luo's eyes.

"... Ke Luo?" Spider-Man didn't feel that Ke Luo suddenly had a different feeling for Captain America, but was a little worried that Ke Luo would be thrown out by the reserved old Popsicle.

But no, the captain just said stiffly: "...timeline?"

"Yeah, yes, the timeline...haha!" Ke Luo jumped off the captain and retreated to Peter's side, "What are you going to do with the fairy tale poet?"

"Let's escort him to Prison No. 42 first, how to deal with it..." Natasha smiled, "I want to see what kind of lawyer Stark is willing to arrange for him, but no matter what, he will have to take it with him for the rest of his life. Blindfolded."

If the fairy-tale poet-poet hadn't tried to kill Keluo, I'm afraid Stark would have claimed that the fairy-tale poet was innocent.

"...he's already gone crazy." Ke Luo was still a little shy about the fairy tale poet's weird smile, but maybe it's easier for a mental patient to get forgiven for committing a crime?Let him stay at Arkham for the rest of his life... oh, there's another drama...