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It took Peter a full hour to catch up with him in New York City.

He didn't know why he cared so much about it, even being able to keep chasing someone who had just killed someone for an hour without doing anything else.

The chase ended up at the top of a building.

Peter gasped slightly, he hadn't chased anyone for so long. Usually, the thieves didn't run long enough to be chased by him and stick to the wall with spider silk. But this man is different, he has absolutely no way to stop him or catch up. You can only always keep a distance.

He Shenyan turned around with a smile: "You seem a little tired, do you want to drink water?"

"No, no, I just want to know what the correct answer you said is about - and, I said it up front, you have no right to take a person's life like that!"

He Shenyan asked softly, "So, who is qualified?"

Peter replied almost without hesitation: "Law!"

"law?"

The mage laughed, almost burst out laughing. He shook his head with a look of contempt: "Do you really think that thing would be useful to that guy who calls himself a magician? Peter, the essence of law is a tool to maintain the authority and will of the ruling class. And in the American legal system Here, a guy like a magician can't even go to jail."

Peter looked at him in confusion, not even realizing for a moment that he was calling himself Peter, not Spider-Man. He asked: "How? He killed so many people! He should be tried and executed!"

"The truth is, he won't. He'll be in jail for a while and get the respect of the other prisoners. Because this guy is a 'hard stubble' and he kills a lot of people to come in, it means he's the worst of the bad guys. Then, he'd be bailed out by a lawyer, and when he was out, some rich people would pay him to do things for them."

He Shenyan made a gesture: "In this way, the magician has nothing to do, not even suffer any physical pain, so he came out again and is handsome. This time, with the rich as his umbrella, he can even be more arrogant, Because he doesn't have to rob banks anymore. He uses a more convenient way of robbing, like killing people for money."

"What you're saying is speculation..." Peter said breathlessly.

"Really? Then give me a more reasonable guess."

"He, he will be caught,

The officers will question him..."

"The officers can't keep him, Peter. The tattoo on his face is a manifestation of some kind of power, and he has a very dangerous magical power. You can't get close to him, let alone the police. So we need to change the angle. He Not being interrogated by officers in a police station interrogation room, but some kind of special government agency, or an Avengers interrogation room."

As he narrated, the interrogation room of the Avengers gradually emerged in Peter's mind. He didn't know what the place looked like, but that didn't stop him from imagining it. So, he started talking down the line.

"Okay, then the Avengers interrogation room...well, the Captain will interrogate him. He'll be put in some sort of confinement to his magic, shackles? referred to the law."

"Do you think the law will sentence him to death?"

Peter was stunned.

Will the law sentence magicians to death?

In this age of human rights activists, do magicians really suffer the death penalty? Peter often surfs the Internet. In March of this year, a man deliberately killed five members of his neighbor's family. The method was extremely cruel. He had no money to hire a lawyer, but the local human rights alliance hired a well-known lawyer for him, and the man won his case.

He was commuted from the death sentence to life and, it is said, even had his sentence reduced.

...Will magicians be sentenced to death?

"Look, Peter, you don't know the answer either. Tell me, he's killed so many people, if he's not sentenced to death, won't he get the punishment he deserves?"

Peter nodded blankly, and then screamed like he was waking up from a big dream: "You called me...call me...?!"

"Yes, I know who you are, Peter Parker. But it doesn't matter, back to the question." He Shenyan looked at him patiently. "If magicians aren't sentenced to death, do you think it should be?"

He said softly, "Think about it, Peter. A murderer. A man who has caused so much pain and trauma to so many families and has no repentance for it. He did so much wrong and still isn't dead?" Why? Why does he live?"

"But, but..." Peter's brain was so confused, but he still asked the crucial question. "What right do you have to kill him?"

"I'm not qualified, but I don't need a legal license to kill either, Peter. There's only one thing I know."

He Shenyan slowly raised a finger.

"If I let this scum live, for an extra minute, an hour—my conscience would go on for a minute, or an hour. My conscience would go on screaming and wailing in my chest. , tell me what a stupid decision I made. At the same time, the face of the magician will keep flashing back in my mind, and the faces of the victims."

"They're dead and he's alive, why? Why should he be alive? Is he worthy? He came out of his mother's womb, like everyone does, and then ran off to kill and destroy happy families... . After doing such a thing, can he still be alive?"

He Shenyan slowly raised the corners of his mouth and showed a smile: "No, I hold the opposite attitude. There is still a chance to correct a petty theft, but a person like a magician..."

"Must die."

Peter sat on the ground feebly, as if he had been through a great battle. Trembling, he tore off his mask. As a high school student, the three views formed by the education he has been receiving have suffered a huge blow. At this moment, he almost forgot who he was, and he could only hear He Shenyan's words constantly echoing in his ears.

Then, he started to think down the line.

Will my conscience be disturbed if I let the magician live?

A few words of charred corpses flashed before his eyes.

I can.

I will not be able to sleep, I will think of those corpses in the middle of the night, and the measures I made to keep him alive... I let him go once, which is to let more people die, from this point of view Speaking of, I...I.

He stopped, holding his mask weakly, tears overflowing from his eyes, the energy that burst out after the belief he had held all along was shattered, making this child's heart overflow with pain - he thought, I will become a magician accomplice.

Where he couldn't see, He Shenyan was looking at him with pursed lips.

Good, that's it, Peter.

With guilt, he thought.

Go ahead and let the pain fill your heart. I'm sorry, kid. But if I need to know what Wanda has left on you, I need to evoke intense emotions, and right now there's a very natural progression that I can't throw away.

He Shenyan laughed at himself and said to himself in his heart—Mephisto was right, you really should go to hell and sign a contract with him to become a devil.

"......gentlemen."

After a long silence, Peter raised his head, his still childish face full of doubts: "You are right, the magician should not live, but we have no right to take his life, but if we don't If we do this, our conscience will be disturbed, but what if we do this? Aren't we going to be like him?"

"Would you rob a bank like he did?"

"I do not know."

"Would you kill as many innocent people as he did?"

"I do not know."

"Then what stupid things are you talking about?"

He Shenyan raised his hand and pointed to his temple: "Think, Peter, think. You have your own thoughts. I don't know which idiot told you what you just said, but I have heard many similar opinions. Heard it recently from a friend of mine dressed as a bat, and I said he was stupid. He was silent for a long time, said yes, and then dropped the idea."

Peter lowered his head, and at this moment, He Shenyan saw a scarlet tattoo showing on the back of his neck. At that moment, He Shenyan's expression suddenly turned cold, and time was slowed down countless times in an instant. The mage appeared behind Peter, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on the tattoo.

Then, he came to a new world.

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The rubble is jagged, and there are such scenes everywhere. It is like the heart of a person who has been broken 10,000 times. Broken while still maintaining the most basic rationality. The sky is blood-like scarlet, with a fantasy color, but it also feels cold and unreal.

He Shenyan smelled the smell of red wine.

He turned around and found a round table behind him. It was covered with white cloth, and there were two chairs beside it. The plates are already prepared, the main course is even ready. There was blood red wine in the glass, and that was where the smell came from.

He smiled, pulled out the nearest chair and sat down. Then, Wanda's figure emerged from the void.

She was wearing a long dress that perfectly fitted her figure, her long brown hair was scattered on the sides, and her eyes were relaxed and natural. She is indescribably beautiful, but it also makes people feel a deep chill in some respects.

Maybe it was from those red eyes.

In short, she pulled out the chair opposite He Shenyan and sat down.

"Long time no see, He." She smiled politely, her tone intimate. "How long have we not seen each other?"

"I don't know, tell me the time, Wanda."

He Shenyan smiled slightly, picked up the knife and fork and began to cut the fish in the plate, he picked up a piece and put it in his mouth, his eyes lit up: "Ah, I ate it. This is the fish from Bianluo's family, the taste is exactly the same. , you still remember."

"Of course I remember that we went to eat together after taking down a group of cultists, and I'll never forget it."

Wanda picked up the wine glass and spun the wine in it, and the sky turned upside down behind her. The scarlet color turned into a warm and soft night in an instant, like a mother who can accommodate everything. Candles appeared out of thin air on the ground around them, burning warmly and fragrantly.

He Shenyan looked around and took a sip of the wine glass: "...Now, you make me feel a little uncomfortable, Wanda. I suggest you be proud of this, you are the only one who has done it for so many years. to this person."

"Should I be proud?" Wanda asked rhetorically. "You killed Sithone and broke my conspiracy. Killed the scum who was empowered by me, and found me in reverse through the power imprint on that child. Is there anything you can't do?"

"I don't know, you say one?"

"save me."

Wanda didn't hesitate.

She raised her neck proudly: "You can't save everyone, He Shenyan. You are here to make me go back and make me return to normal, I know. But what if I just want to do this?"

He Shenyan just looked at her and said nothing.

When he and Sishorn opened up and had a good conversation, that Sishorn told him everything, including why Wanda became like this - in layman's terms, Wanda is not a spiritual leading. She has the spirit of Wanda from another world inside her.

And that Wanda, has experienced almost all the most painful things.

For example, dead father and mother, dead brother, dead husband, dead child - well, I almost don't know how to write dead words.

"I wouldn't say anything if it was your will, Wanda. But obviously that's not what the Wanda I know would do. Like trying to create a person without superpowers and assorted aliens, A world where you live happily with a robot called Vision and two children."

"I want to have my own life, is it wrong?"

Wanda was excited: "What's wrong with pursuing your own happiness?!"

"Yes, but you can't cost other people's lives."

He Shenyan calmly picked up the napkin beside him and wiped his fingers, then glanced at Wanda. That look made her suddenly frightened. She heard He Shenyan begin to speak softly.

"Shaping a new world is a crazy move, and you're obviously not powerful enough to do it right now. So, if my guess is right. You'll keep increasing the interconnectivity between dimensions, and then you'll travel through dimension after dimension. world, and keep robbing those Wandas of body and power until you gain enough power to shape the new world."

He made a gesture.

"As for the lives of others? You don't care, to you, that doesn't matter. Yes, to "you"...I guess the lady sitting across from me now occupies the body Shouldn't the dominant one be the Wanda I know?"

The mage picked up the red wine, took another sip, and put it down gently. The world turned upside down at this moment, and the gravel and the sky turned into a strong glass cage that bound Wanda in it. She looked at He Shenyan with hatred and disappointment, and said nothing.

"You look at me like that, people who don't know us might think I've done something to you."

He Shenyan shrugged: "Besides, would you mind asking the Wanda I know to speak out?"

The inside of the glass cover glows red.

"Well, I guess, that means refusal."

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