[Comprehensive British and American] Distress signal receiver

He suddenly felt upset, as if he had a stone on his chest.

Taking a deep breath, Peter scratched his head and stood up, walked around aimlessly in two circles, and finally threw himself on the bed.

Putting his hand on his chest, Peter looked at the ceiling, not knowing what he was thinking.But just as he was lying on the bed now, he suddenly recalled another fragment of a dream, which was also very, very short, and he once suspected that he had a nightmare.

Peter couldn't help closing his eyes, frowning together, trying to remember more clearly when it was and what happened.

Gradually, several dark scenes overlapped together. Compared with the blurred picture, what is more frightening is——

"Damn..." Peter snorted, getting up stimulated by an imaginary angina.He grabbed the T-shirt in front of his chest and bent forward to relieve the panic feeling similar to anxiety.

Am I going to die?

He couldn't help thinking, as if responding to that imaginary scene.

But not long after, all sensations, imaginations, and inexplicable pain disappeared. Peter waited quietly for a while, straightened his waist, then let go of his hands, looked down at his body without feeling, and then looked around. , The shoulders completely collapsed.

"I've had enough of myself!" grumbled Peter, leaping from the floppy mattress to his cluttered workbench.

I seem to have suffered from the legendary "too rich imagination" problem in adolescence that is difficult to cure.

……

Wesley struggled to turn over from the ground like a dying goldfish, his forehead resting on the ground, his eyes darkened, his back turned to the tall shadow behind him, and his sweaty, slender fingers sank deep into the connection between the skin and the metal on his chest .

He can't take it anymore, he must take this damn thing out!

There was an indescribable sharp pain from the sternum, which radiated to all the surrounding pain-sensing nerves.

The device noticed Wesley's behavior and activated the stop function spontaneously.

"what are you doing!"

Twenty or ten minutes had passed since returning to this bedroom, and William's anger showed no sign of abating, while Wesley felt that it had been as long as days and nights.

A big hand pressed Wesley's shoulder and turned him over abruptly.

The boy's chest became blood-stained at some point, and the crimson mark was exposed to William's eyes through the T-shirt.

"I——have—told you—don't do it again!" William controlled the last sliver of reason, and didn't fight this child, but his reason didn't tell him that he couldn't use more effective means.

He stepped on Wesley's wrist resting on the floor, leaving those bloodstained fingers nowhere to go.

The next moment, Wesley's pupils constricted, and he watched William, the beast, press the remote control again, his thin chest suddenly jumped from the ground, and the rubber ball in his mouth almost suffocated him.

"I told Dr. Lecter a long time ago that you have been cured!" William also clenched his fists, but this time he deliberately lowered the volume: "You will never do that again! You promised me, Wesley!"

The boy who fell on the ground was already extremely weak. His thin body was soaked in sweat, but his whole body was hot, exuding sick heat.Hearing William's words, he seemed to react. His wet eyelashes were curled up and down, almost covering up his hazy eyes, and he looked at William with fragility all over his face.

William couldn't speak at once, and after a long time, he bent down and said to Wesley: "In this world, children, people like them—there will always be big troubles, troubles you can't imagine! But you You are still young, you don’t understand at all, and you still have a chance to correct it! Wesley, you can choose not to be like them.”

He raised his hand slowly.

My mother -

Wesley took a deep breath, and the next second, he fell into the classroom William had prepared for him again.

……

The dull sound of beating in the boxing room suddenly stopped.

Steve Rogers, in baggy tracksuit, landed his final punch on the sandbag, but it didn't come at all.

He moved closer, holding the iron chain above the sandbag, allowing himself to rest for a while, although he didn't feel any fatigue yet.

The hesitation at this time comes from elsewhere.

The azure blue eyes paid close attention to the texture on the sandbag, letting the owner's mind wander.

A little sweat gathered on the neck and slid down from the chest along the super soldier's strong muscles.

Steve looked down, thoughtful.

He knows that many people are still in pain and disaster, and no matter how many years have passed in human society, there will still be as much suffering as there are people.So he wakes up when he is ready.

And just because he knows very well that no matter how changeable this new world is, the fundamental things will not change, so he doesn't pay much attention to the media, and even seldom takes the initiative to get new information online.From this point of view, he is indeed an antique.

Could it be because of this that the other party suddenly reminded him?

"You can rest assured, Cole." Steve said softly, and he took a step back, returning to an appropriate distance.

There was a dozen bang bang bangs, and suddenly there was an aggravated muffled sound. The sandbag was accidentally pierced again, and the sand slid from inside to the floor.

Steve had to stop, rubbing the corners of his brows with a headache, finally took out his cell phone from his pocket, and made a call.

"...Yes, Nick, it's me." He said: "What you said last time, the Avengers, I will join."

……

The next day, Wesley lay on the bed in the shape of a salted fish.The wound on the edge of the chest controller was slapped and the sweet date William personally applied the medicine, and from this moment on, he will continue his three-day vacation.And William found a "reliable" nanny to take care of him around the clock.

The damage caused by the controller is not obvious from the surface at all. Weiss ideally, if he didn't hurt himself, he would probably be able to go to school today.

I hated school before, but now I suddenly feel that going to school is better than staying in this room.

Especially since yesterday, Ethan didn't dare to make any big noises, and the whole house was silent.

At this time, he can only rely on the system to go online to relieve boredom, but the system is still a principled system. Except for news and crime web pages, other URLs are not opened. As a result, he can even view the crime revealing website that is obviously exaggerated and conjectural. with gusto.

On the side of the Shrike in Mingzhou, the first alder-shaped girl who was thrust into the sky on the huge antlers like a livestock sacrifice has quietly appeared. From the text, one can imagine the inner shock of the people present. It is obvious that Hannibal this time There is no idle time on business trips.

"Will Graham, a criminal psychologist, claims that this crime does not belong to the Minnesota Shrike, but a daring imitator..."

Wesley rolled his eyes upwards, feeling like vomiting blood.

Will, you have to live up to it.

His heart was full of tears, Weiss idealized, if it wasn't for the system's warning, he would have called Will directly, and then simply ran away... Although it is very likely that William will be caught and locked up in the small black room.

Leaving aside the damned William Brown, the victims on Hannibal's side are all ordinary people, and he himself is proficient in medical skills. So far, only one victim has sent out a distress signal, and the others have all disappeared without a word. .

Will and Hannibal have only just met, and the imitator has just appeared... When will Will realize that Hannibal is the murderer?

The most important thing is that being William's adopted son is a dangerous position. Although it is indeed the nearest and fastest solution, there will still be obstacles. It is hard for others to believe what he said, unless William, the police chief, is in everyone's hands. I have no credibility in my heart...

Wesley rolled anxiously on the bed until his unhealed lungs caused a cough.

Damn, when will Hannibal go on a business trip again!

……

Fortunately, three days later, William, who went to work very early, still watched Wesley walk into the empty campus. Wesley, who had returned to human society, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought it was a leisurely morning, but just as we were about to open the classroom door, Wesley froze when he heard a ding in his ear.

At the moment, he could only stand still, and ran into the bathroom cubicle instead.

"What's the mission this time?" Wesley covered his face.

"Warning the host, the time limit for this mission is 20 seconds. After 20 seconds, the mission will be declared a failure."

"..."

I didn't see the content of the task clearly, okay? !

"Task completion rewards 200 points."

"Go, go save people!"

……

Parts are piled up everywhere in the messy laboratory, a figure is lying on the ground, and there is no sound around.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly, the people on the ground gasped and woke up with a start.