Body 18. Elsa. The Day of Reunion

Late night, Hell's Kitchen port.

Under the dim light, a drunken girl is sitting on the side of the road and taking a nap. She looks haggard and a little bit lost. There is a touch of fatigue in the thick dark circles, and she is a bit indulgent and crazy, as if she is trying to escape Something, something terrible, a nightmare that a young girl like her couldn't bear.

But at midnight, a girl walking alone on the street is not a reassuring thing.

Soon, eyes from the darkness stared at her.

"Oh, beauty."

A voice came from a dim alley, with a hint of frivolity, malice, longing, and filth.

Several guys smoking cigarettes surrounded the drunken girl. The guy at the head reached out and tried to touch the girl's hair. He said:

"You look like you need help."

"Snapped"

His outstretched hand was opened.

The drunk girl said in a disdainful voice:

"Go away."

This attitude undoubtedly angered the people around her. They looked at each other and surrounded the girl even more tacitly. But a few seconds later, a terrifying scream sounded from the corner of the street.

Accompanied by the beating sound from fist to flesh, the man's screams and the heavy object falling to the ground, in just a few seconds, several guys with bad intentions were knocked down to the ground, and the guy who spoke first It was a punch to the back of the head, and the whole person fell to the ground in a spurt of blood.

Obviously, this helpless girl is not as weak as she looks.

"I've said it all."

She stood up staggeringly, picked up the wine bottle from the side, and said to the unconscious guys lying in a pool of blood:

"Get the hell out of here...don't bother me!"

She was talking and was about to leave with the wine bottle in hand, but in the darkness behind her, a strange figure had already stood there at some point.

The guy was wearing a purple suit, a long pompous scarf, a white shirt, neatly combed hair, and a pair of gentle eyes, making him look like a decent person, but from time to time there was something in the purple eyes. A gloomy light flashed by, but it made him look not so normal.

Like a well-dressed beast.

"Jessica, my Jessica."

The man looked at the few unlucky ones that fell on the ground, and he said in a gentle, reproachful voice:

"You're so naughty... Come on, my girl, come home with me."

This man's voice is full of weird doting, like a father who cares for his daughter, but that pretentious voice makes people feel scalp numb, like a hundred worms on the skin Like crawling.

And this sound also made the girl in the darkness turn her head like an electric shock, a trace of fear flashed in her eyes, she slammed the wine bottle in her hand at the man behind her, and then ran away.

"boom"

The wine bottle hit the ground, splashing a pungent smell.

The man frowned, looking at his soiled shoes, he shook his head, and began to quickly chase the drunk girl in front of him.

Jessica Jones, a girl who moved to Hell's Kitchen a few years ago and awakened her abilities a year ago, is a tough fighter when she is sober, but unfortunately, she has a serious alcohol addiction, and, she Already caught in an inescapable nightmare, her threat to this man was infinitely close to zero.

They are playing a "game".

A game of cultivation and rebellion, submission and playing, a game of villain and girl.

The man knew that Jessica was about to break down.

He knew that he was about to harvest a perfect toy soon... This made his breathing a little rough, but he still endured his dark emotions. He knew that he couldn't rush, he had to go slowly Come.

Hehe, training this kind of thing, especially training a heroine, is really interesting.

The guy in the purple suit followed Jessica's escape route, and soon chased him into an alley. He saw the terrified Jessica, like a trapped wild animal, bound in the This is an alley with no exit.

There was a perverted smile on the man's face, he approached the manic Jessica step by step, he stretched out his hand, and whispered:

"Don't be afraid, my Jessica, I won't hurt you, I haven't hurt you, have I?"

"I take care of you, I help you change your clothes, I help you wash your body, I treat you as my most precious treasure... My baby, be good, it's time to go home, sneak out to drink in the middle of the night, but Not something a lady should do."

He was like a hypnotist, using a gentle, deep voice, combined with his own special abilities, to calm the restless heart of the young girl Jessica bit by bit.

And Jessica's eyes showed struggle and pain. She was like a hypnotized person. She knew she couldn't trust the pervert in front of her, but her body responded weakly.

She was limp on the ground, this girl who could crush steel with a single punch was like a helpless girl who was being bullied, she said in pain:

"Let me go, let me go, please."

"What nonsense, my silly girl."

The purple man walked up to Jessica, squatted down, stroked Jessica's head as if stroking his own pet, and said:

"You are my most precious baby, how can I have the heart to hurt you, come on, come home with me..."

"Let her go!"

Just when Jessica's resistance was about to collapse completely, and when the purple man was about to completely capture the girl's will, a cold voice sounded from the other side of the alley.

This frost-like scolding woke Jessica, who was at a loss and was about to fall into the temptation of the purple man, to wake up suddenly. Step out lady.

She was wearing a long brown windbreaker, her orange-yellow hair danced like a flame in the night, her slender body was covered with a black combat uniform, and she held a blue-gray cane in her black-gloved hand. On the back, there is a slightly slender long sword.

On the face without makeup, there was a touch of indifference like the cold winter wind.

Most striking are her eyes.

It was a pair of green, cat-like eyes.

"New York... huh."

The woman glanced at Jessica, who was helpless at her feet, and then at the sanctimonious purple man in front of her, and said:

"Sure enough, it's still a place full of disgusting garbage."

"Who are you?"

Seeing that someone interrupted his good deed, Purple Man was ignited with unbridled anger, but when he saw this lady walking out of the darkness, Purple Man couldn't help bursting out with a greedy look in his eyes. possessive.

The lady in front of me is much more perfect than the immature Jessica, no matter in terms of appearance or inner temperament. She is like a rose blooming in the snow and ice, which makes people's eyes shine.

The most important thing is that just from the appearance, the lady in front of him is a very powerful character, if...if he can turn such a lady into his "guard".

That...it's much more interesting than training an immature little girl.

"Hello, ma'am."

The purple man pretended to bow to the lady who came out of the darkness, and he said politely:

"My name is Gilgrave and as you can see I am a psychologist and I am helping my patients who have escaped from my clinic. This lady under your feet, she is suffering from severe symptoms of violence and is in high school. Strong sobriety program. I'm helping her, not hurting her, and if you don't believe me, just ask the lovely..."

"enough."

Elsa, who had just returned to New York, waved her hand indifferently, interrupting the eloquent explanation of the guy in front of her. A dangerous chill lingered on her black gloves, and she said:

"Using spiritual seduction on a girl, Mr. Purple, you are a complete scum."

"But maybe I'm not the one to deal with you."

The purple man didn't care what Elsa said.

In fact, his conversation with Elsa was just stalling for time.

A few years ago, after his body mutated due to an accident, he could control his body to produce some special hormones, which were colorless and odorless, just like dust.

After other people are exposed to this kind of dust, they will become very sensitive to his voice and commands, and the hormones produced by him will integrate into their bodies and transform their nervous systems, so as to achieve the purpose of long-term manipulation .

Of course, this manipulation will be resisted by the will of the victim, but given enough time, Gilgrave thinks he can manipulate powerful superheroes.

Jessica Jones is a good example.

And now, without Elsa noticing, the hormone secreted by the purple man is approaching her little by little, ten meters, five meters, three meters.

Closer, closer.

The purple man's pupils couldn't help but zoom in and out. There was joy in his heart that something good was about to happen. He couldn't help but think of the scene when this iceberg-like lady served him.

And at this moment, when those hormones were only one meter away from Elsa, a slender left hand suddenly rested on Gilgrave's shoulder.

This sudden action completely interrupted Gilgrave's control over his own hormones, making him fall short.

But he still has some brains.

He turned his head subconsciously, only to see a man who was nearly 2 meters tall, wearing a gray casual suit, with a slightly gloomy face and a thin body, standing behind him.

On the little finger of the left hand that the man put on his shoulder, there was also a simple black ring.

"friend."

Merlin looked at Gilgrave, and he asked softly:

"What were you trying to do to my girlfriend just now?"

"hehe."

Gilgrave tried to quibble, but he was horrified to find that his limbs and body were no longer under his control. He realized that he might have bumped into a guy he couldn't afford to mess with.

Cold sweat dripped from his well-groomed face, and he said:

"It's a misunderstanding, trust me, I can explain it."

"Well, explain, good."

Merlin nodded, and under his gaze, a scorching flame spewed out from under the purple man's feet in the flashing magic circle.

In the tumbling of hellfire, he said to the Purple Man:

"Then explain, I'm listening."

The summoned hellfire quickly licked the purple man's body. He felt the pain from the flames. He wanted to shout and beg for mercy, but there was no expression on his stiff face.

He was deprived of the right to speak.

Merlin just looked indifferently at the scum in front of him maintaining that pathetic posture, his body being ignited by the tumbling hellfire.

On the ground on the other side, Jessica, whose whole body was limp, watched her worst nightmare being engulfed by the dancing flames, and she clearly saw the pain and despair on Gilgrave's face burned by the flames.

This made the eyes of the tortured girl shine with joy like revenge.

As the purple man's body was burned in the flames, the stripped courage and strength seemed to return to his body bit by bit. A few seconds later, Jessica struggled to stand up, she wanted to He thanked Merlin and Elsa, but saw Merlin who had erased the purple man lightly, stretched out his hand to adjust his clothes, and then strode towards Elsa who was standing there.

He stood in front of Elsa. He looked down at the woman who had been away from him for several months, but seemed to be several years. He asked seriously:

"This time, you won't leave, will you?"

"That's not certain."

In front of Merlin, Elsa lost her previous indifference. She looked at the ring on Merlin's finger, and said playfully:

"It depends on my mood, and it also depends on your choice, Merlin... You want to know, should you choose me or her?"

Hearing this question, Merlin showed a smile on his face. The emotional problem that had been troubling him seemed to have an answer in this period of time, but maybe it was not an answer.

The next moment, Merlin stretched out his hand and raised Elsa's delicate chin. He looked at the beautiful woman in front of him who had been with him for several years.

The next moment, he bent down and kissed the lips without hesitation.

The two kissed passionately in front of Jessica, regardless of the strange girl beside them, and Jessica didn't dare to speak out.

Because in the darkness behind her, Riven and Lorna in pajamas were sitting on a stool shaped by magic, holding hands, blinking at the two little girls like ghosts, looking at her brother and Elsa My sister confessed.

And at their feet, there is a cat napping, and a pet dog gnawing on a bone.

This didn't look like a normal scene, and the aura emanating from the two little girls made Jessica tremble even more. She'd just escaped from the clutches of the Purple Man, only to find herself in what looked like a more dangerous situation.

Ten seconds later, Merlin and Elsa's lips parted. He looked at Elsa and said:

"I have no idea."

"Maybe Carol will come back and beat me up, maybe she'll break my leg...but whatever, at least for now, I don't want to give you up. I helped an old man yesterday and had some weird chats with him topic, I guess something good happened today, and now it's here."

"I mean..."

Merlin blinked, and he said to Elsa:

"Elsa Bloodstone, my life has opened the door for you."

He put Elsa's cold hand over his heart, and said:

"You already have the key...and I, I don't want you and my life to be regretted."