Fantasy World Transmigration

The little spider woke up from a coma. He found himself sitting on the roof of an old high-rise building. The night wind blew his body and it was cold. Peter licked his feet and couldn’t help but hold his arm.

“It’s so cold!” The cold wind made Peter’s brain wake up instantly.

He judged that he had been lying here for a long time, otherwise the resistance of the spider man would not be frozen to this point. He must have been lying on the platform of this tall building for a long time on this cold night. No.

The strange thing is, why did you lie for so long, and the sensitivity of the spider did not wake up.

“Miss Poz? Baxter? Wang?” Peter screamed tentatively and found no one to respond. He tried to remember the memory before the coma: “What happened? I remember… Mr. Stark and Captain Steve changed his clothes… and Miss Boz’s memory seems to be a little different from me. She is called Mr. Stark’s second-generation captain and is called Steve Captain Superhuman!”

“Then… Mr. Stark invited the captain to go to outer space, Miss Poz used remote sensing satellites to observe their decisive battle. Then… damn, there was a blank behind! Why did I appear here?” Little spider is somewhat puzzled .

“They threw me in…” Peter looked around and found him standing at the top of a skyscraper. The building was surrounded by a monster-like stone. Peter looked down on his city, and the bright lights illuminate only In a few corners of the city, most of the places are covered in dark curtains.

The place where the neon lights flicker is the entertainment area. With Peter’s ear power, you can hear the faint laughter and noise.

But in most parts of the city, dim lanes, old buildings, underpasses that are not illuminated by street lights, and sewer networks throughout the city, some secretive silhouettes are there.

The city used to be bustling, but the surrounding buildings are a bit old, and the gray brick-and-mortar structure made Peter think he came to Los Angeles in the 1980s.

The smell of the sewer and the smell of industrial waste gas came from the cold wind.

Except for a few brightly lit corners, the city is like dead in the dark. Only dirty scavengers will squirm on its bodies. The smell of these animals makes Peter very familiar. He used to be in New York. Wandering in the sky, in the remote corners of the city, I saw these gangs who depend on the excrement of the city to make a living.

Those brown bloodstains, walking with a gun and a baseball bat chopper, and Peter’s familiar dark, damp and cold taste.

The only difference from New York is that those people in New York live on the edge of the city, wandering in the corners of the order, they live in the shadow of the city, but here… the whole city is like in the shadows, The light is instead tied in the corner, and the light is not the order of civilization and the rule of law, but the hypocritical order under the protection of power and violence.

“Is there a supermarket that opens even one night?” The little spider complained: “Do I still want a hot cocoa?”

“Damn… even the Hell’s kitchen has a 24 hourly supermarket!”

“Gothham doesn’t have a 24 hourly supermarket… there is no 24 hourly supermarket here, no one here will come out to buy things at night!” A shadow wearing a black cloak appeared behind the little spider, and Peter first noticed him. The existence, turned around instinctively made a gesture of alert, but soon he showed a surprise color.

“Hey! I thought you were gone! Bateman, Black Bat King… Where is this? Why am I here?”

“I have told you!” The knight in the dark starteded talking: “Here is Gotham!”

“And it should be me to ask you, why do you suddenly appear here?” Batman’s voice is still hoarse, although it still maintains a hint of alert, but it is no longer so vigilant. Because he heard Peter’s accent – it was just a child. Even so, Batman has seen too many simple children.

He will not trust this person completely, even if this person seems to trust him quite.

“I fainted, I woke up here!” The little spider didn’t make a fuss about nothing because Batman didn’t seem to know him. Who knows what’s wrong with their memories.

And he has a vague conjecture –

“Who knows if Mr. Stark and Captain Steve have changed back in the past?”

“Why are those people looking for you? You were in a coma for about three hours. Just two and a half hours ago, a group of people entered Gotham. They were looking for you, and I found you first and brought you here. You still have ten minutes to explain, they will be looking back soon!” Batman calmly said.

The little spider was stunned: “How do I know who they are? Perhaps it is… Holy Shield! Do you know the Holy Shield?”

“St. Shield?” Batman wants to try the means of torture.

He had never heard of an organization called Holy Shield. The people who came were not the holy shield. Those people he had seen and heard, they obeyed an organization called Guangming Revelation.

Why are people in Bright Apocalypse looking for this boy?

Batman felt that he shouldn’t be too entangled in this matter. Only by watching can he see the truth, so he is not going to hide this boy wearing a red and blue spider body-hugging clothing again. He is neat. Turning over and jumping off the rooftop, I slipped out of a phantom in the night and disappeared into the night.

Gotham is a dark city, so people here like to wear black uniforms.

This uniform is bright, expression naive boy should go to the metropolis to be his superhero dream, and should not come to Gotham, Gotham can destroy everyone’s dream, it is all fear, degeneration and confusion, the people here reject Outsiders, whether it is a hero… or a villain!

The little spider had no time to ask why Bateman had left, and he heard the sound of several cars parked downstairs.

Looking at the probe, a group of men in black suits and sunglasses rushed to the old high-rise building where he was. Although they felt that these people were in a strong position, unlike the good people with good intentions, they had nothing to do with the current situation. Peter knows to decide to see these people. If they can tell from their mouths why they will appear inexplicably here?

Small spider right hand shot a spider silk, sticking to the top of the platform signal tower, pulling the spider’s silk hanging upside down on the top of the black-clothed person on the high platform, watching them vigilantly with a small flashlight, one With a hand in his hand, look around.

“cough cough…hey? Are you looking for me?”

The small spider coughed twice, and the spider silk was quietly put down, hanging upside down and sticking behind a clearly-higher black-clothed person, suddenly coming out.

The black-clothed person had a rush of chaos, and everyone turned to the flashlight and turned back, and screamed: “Who is this?”

“Do not move!”

“Raise your hand!”

They pointed at the small spider with a gun, and they raised their hands and gestured: “Calm, everyone is calm. I am a spider man… I don’t kill anyone. Can you talk well?”

The black-clothed person didn’t mean to talk to him. While holding the gun against the head of the little spider, he took out two crayon drawings. He bit his flashlight on the portrait and carefully compared it with the spider. The portrait depicts a cartoon version of the spider man wearing a red blue body-hugging clothing, standing on the platform and a scene hidden in the shadows, revealing a mysterious person in the corner of the bat cloak.

There is another portrait…

It was the scene where the spider man got out of a blue vortex in the void and fell into a dim alley.

In the comics, there is a small black silhouette that can only be seen as a small bat, from a distant high-rise to the alley where the spider man is located.

But this silhouette seems to be a late fill.

The head of the black-clothed person, the expressionless, unsmiling man, carefully checks the two crayon paintings that seem to be from the children’s graffiti, comparing the characters on the painting with the characteristics of the small spider.

After a careful comparison for a minute or so, he waved his hand: “Take away!”

Spider Xia see these people three sticks can not play a fart, no matter how he is next to how to insert a snoring is useless, had to pull a spider’s silk under the foot, a very flexible spider silk instantly pops up the spider man, small spider two Only hand clasped the middle finger and flew the spider web quickly toward the black-clothed person around.

These people seem to be ordered to catch or whatever.

They didn’t shoot immediately until the little spiders apparently got rid of their control and fired at the flying silhouette of the air.

But the nerve reaction speed of spider man is much faster than these people!

I saw a red-blue shadow flying across the sky and smashing all the bullets behind the buttocks. At the same time, both hands alternately fired a group of white spider webs. The spider web quickly opened in the air to form a one-person white mucus. Net, people will be able to bounce on the Internet and move.

The leader of the black-clothed person suddenly felt that his right hand with the crayon had something on it, and before he could react, he was dragged into the air by the whole person. The small spider turned his homepower and turned it up like a gyro. The whole person had no resistance.

The little spider only needs to stick a spider thread on him, so as he keeps turning, the spider silk on his body will wrap him up, thicken it, and be tied tightly, only revealing a right hand, above Hold on to the crayon.

The spider man took him to block the remaining black-clothed person’s muzzle, quickly grabbed the two crayon drawings, and the right hand shot a bunch of gossamer to the nearby tall building, and then, like the man-made Mount Tai, pulled the spider’s thread In the night sky.

Peter flashed two times in the tall building, disappeared.

Only the voice of his yelling, still echoing in the lane of Gotham!

“By the way! You… I wish you a good dream! Don’t dream about me…”

Black-clothed person Standing on the platform of the high-rise, watching the small spider easily leave, nothing to do, but wearing a black cloak on the other side of the tall building, like a bat attached to the Batman under the eaves, but staring tightly The direction in which the small spider leaves.

He recorded the monitoring position in that direction, as long as he returned to the bat hole, or remotely queried, he could find the trace of the small spider again.