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墨書 Inktalez
New York Globe Times Magazine Editorial Department.
Since returning to society, Peter had remained silent, taking a job at a newspaper while ignoring the criticisms online. He felt a strong urge to accomplish something. His boss was not unkind, offering him an opportunity to clear his name.
In Florida, a series of murders had occurred in Miami. The magazine's leadership assigned him to gather information locally, and he was on his way to meet the infamous Lizard Killer.
After interviewing numerous witnesses, they all described seeing a massive lizard walking on two legs, more thrilling than any science fiction movie.
In the past, Peter would have never believed such absurdity. However, ever since being bitten by a spider and transformed into his current self, he had gradually come to understand another side of this world.
This was a person, someone like him who had undergone a change in their biological DNA.
Peter was undeniably intelligent, but compared to Shasha, intelligence wasn't necessarily an advantage.
At least when Shasha first saw the reports about the Lizard Killer, she immediately recognized who this individual was and why he had become that way. This was the advantage of a traveler—insight into secrets unknown to others.
Kurt Connors was once a brilliant military doctor. During the Vietnam War, he was drafted and sent to the front lines to perform emergency surgeries on wounded soldiers. One day, the base was ambushed by the enemy, and in a massive explosion, Kurt Connors suffered irreparable damage to his right hand. To save his life, he chose amputation and was sent back to the United States to recover.
After returning home, he became obsessed with studying genetics in hopes of restoring his severed arm. His obsession grew to an extreme level, distorting his mind. Soon, he invented a plasma extracted from reptilian DNA that successfully allowed amputated limbs to regenerate in test subjects. Ignoring his wife's warnings, he decided to self-inject without considering potential side effects. Many inventions undergo repeated testing; this man hastily used it on himself just once, leading to disastrous results.
His hand did grow back, but he also transformed into a monster—both pitiable and detestable.
In Shasha's view, this man completely squandered his brilliant mind. If only he had been more rational, he might have become a great scientist benefiting all humanity instead of descending into the role of a serial killer.
Shaking her head in disbelief, she turned to the wine-red Isabella across from her and asked curiously, “Why did you suddenly shake your head?”
Shasha paused at the question and then waved her hand dismissively. “It's nothing; I was just thinking about something and found it quite unfortunate.”
“What’s so unfortunate?” Elizabeth asked with curiosity but also some annoyance. It was quite rude to be lost in thought during a date; if it were anyone else, she would have left by now.
Shasha shook her head; there were some things she wouldn’t say because Elizabeth might not understand.
Seeing Shasha like this only frustrated Elizabeth more. “Doesn’t anyone ever tell you that you have no sense of romance?”
Shasha awkwardly touched his nose, the first to do so was Erika, and the second was the Black Widow.
Seeing Shasha's expression, Elizabeth knew that someone must have teased him like this before, and she couldn't help but smirk, "I'm really curious how you're ever going to get a girlfriend in the future."
Shasha felt a bit indignant at her words. Why couldn't he get a girlfriend?
"I'm not unable to get one; I just don't want to because I'm not ready yet."
Seeing Shasha's angry face, Elizabeth chuckled, "You can't possibly tell me that you've never been in a relationship until now."
As soon as those words left her mouth, Shasha's face turned as if he were constipated. Indeed, he had never tasted the experience of love at his age.
Elizabeth was stunned, then immediately shocked, "I can't believe it; there are still men like you in this day and age."
"Cough cough," Shasha cleared his throat heavily twice, "Can we change the subject?"
Elizabeth wore a mischievous smile, as if every mature woman enjoyed teasing innocent young men. Although Shasha was no longer a boy, in terms of romantic experience, he was almost at zero.
Thus, Shasha found this meal exceptionally frustrating. He vowed never to date such an older single woman again.
After dinner, Shasha accompanied Elizabeth home. During the ride in the car, Elizabeth couldn't help but comment, "I can't imagine you haven't bought a car; do you not have a driver's license?"
Shasha wanted to tell her that he could drive but didn't have a license. At that moment, he even thought about buying a car.
Watching Shasha leave with a constipated expression on his face, Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh; such a man was quite interesting.
However, her smile didn't last long. When she opened her front door, her expression suddenly turned sour.
If Shasha were there, he would undoubtedly recognize the figure sitting on the sofa in Elizabeth's living room—a man in a black robe who was responsible for operating Desert Prison and managing live prisoners on behalf of the unseen puppet master.
"Why are you here?" Elizabeth spoke up, her tone devoid of any politeness.
"What's wrong? It's just an old friend meeting; there's no need to be so rude," the man in black chuckled lightly, his laughter laced with amusement. "Although it took me some time to find you, I eventually did, my dear Archbishop."
Hearing that title, Elizabeth's expression grew colder. "That was my father's profession."
"But he is dead now, and this position belongs to you." The man in the black robe slowly stood up and walked gracefully in front of Elizabeth. Leaning close to her delicate face, he whispered, "Have you already forgotten how your parents died? Your two brothers are still in their hands."
"Enough!" Interrupting the black-robed man's words, Elizabeth's face turned exceptionally pale. She recalled those unpleasant memories from the past. She indeed wanted revenge, but not through this means; she wanted to kill that guy with her own hands!
"Give up your unrealistic thoughts. Without the power of Hellfire, you won't be able to deal with them at all." The black-robed man scoffed. "You have no idea how powerful they are. Once they learn of your whereabouts, within seconds, your fate will either be death or capture."
Perhaps the black-robed man was indeed correct, but Elizabeth had her own convictions, which could also be seen as stubbornness. She bit her lip tightly and looked at the black-robed man with determination, stating each word clearly, "I will not rely on anyone's power!"
After silently observing Elizabeth for a long time, she slowly sighed. "Alright, Bezi (Elizabeth Beatrice Braddock), I respect your choice."
"Thank you, Tessa."
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