American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Barbara covered her face with her hands, groaning. She didn't want to kill anyone; she had never killed anyone before, but her body wouldn't control her. Why was she doing this? What had she done wrong?

Resentment, regret, and pain surged in my heart, gradually turning into an obsession.

"Isn't this what you've always longed for?"

A mocking and sarcastic voice rang in my ears: "Poor, helpless, insecure, ugly fat girl, no one has ever flirted with you or asked for your phone number. The man you admire has married someone else, but you don't even have the courage to offer your blessings. Every day when you pass by the park, you hope for a sweet, unexpected encounter like in the movies. But unfortunately, all you get are the indifferent glances of homeless people."

"Click, click, click!!" The homeless man has absolutely no interest in you, you poor little thing, you're the most pitiful woman in the world.

"No!"

Barbara shouted at the top of her lungs, "No, that's not true, I didn't do it."

“I am you, and you are me. I know all your thoughts, including going to the park and disliking nightclubs. Eight years ago, you flirted with a man in a bar. He fell behind you and laughed at your body with his friends. Since then, you have never been to a nightclub, but you secretly vowed that one day you would rule there.”

"Isn't that exactly what you're doing now? A sexy and fiery queen of the night, using your beauty to toy with others, trampling on those lowly men you've humiliated, crushing their self-esteem, torturing their bodies, making them wish they were dead, making them feel the pain you suffered before—isn't that what you're thinking?"

"No, don't say that, please don't say that."

Barbara covered her ears and shook her head convulsively.

"Why deny yourself? Look at yourself: beautiful, sexy, strong, confident, the focus of everyone's attention, the center of attention wherever you go, just like Diana. Haven't you always wanted to be like her? Now you have, even stronger and more perfect than her."

"But I don't want to kill anyone, I...я...я..."

Barbara stared at her hands in confusion: the bloodstains on them indicated that what had happened last night was not a dream, but a fact. She had killed and eaten another woman's internal organs, and the thought made her stomach clench, and she couldn't help but swallow.

Everything has a price.

The voice in my ear grew colder: "Compared to the invisible sacrifices, you must enjoy everything you have gained. Now you are no longer human, but a god, the cheetah god who roams the vast African savanna. All creatures are your prey—men, women, beasts, demons, even cunning and treacherous spirits. Your speed is unparalleled, your strength can tear the earth apart, your sharp claws are indestructible, and your fangs contain deadly poison." "Your sharp claws are indestructible, your fangs contain deadly poison. Those you have bitten will become your servants, serving you as their master."

Why don't you keep going?

"Diane, the Wonder Woman you admire, or her boyfriend Xu Fu-Xiao, that handsome, strong, intelligent, and elegant perfect man, imagine him kneeling before you, kissing your feet, isn't that exciting and heart-fluttering?"

Barbara stared in disbelief, her gaze unfocused and unfocused.

The voice in my ear continued: "You are a god, the immortal god of the cheetah. The world is destined to bow down at your feet. Come, start with Diana, step on her boyfriend's back, and then become the king of this world."

"I don't want this."

Barbara suddenly screamed, "I don't want to kill anyone, and I don't want to eat anything. Please, please let me go!"

"Giving up your strength is the same as giving up everything. You'll become that ugly, self-conscious, unkempt fat person you used to be. No one will look at you properly. All the envious and admiring glances will turn into cold mockery. You will achieve nothing and be destined to live a lonely and painful life."

"No, I have Diana, she has always considered me a friend."

friend?

The other person laughed and said, "If you consider her a friend, then you are too naive. It's ridiculous. How could the real Wonder Woman be your friend? She just feels sorry for you, this ugly duckling that no one loves."

"Get out, get out! I don't want to hear you anymore, get out!"

"It's so pitiful. You've always known she's not a friend. The basic requirements for friendship are trust and openness. You trust her completely, but she doesn't tell you anything."

"...Wake up, you fool! She's not human, she's a god. The Lasso of Truth, the Crown of Starlight, the Silver Bracelets of Protection, and the Sword of Hephaestus... are the most famous artifacts of Mount Olympus. Only gods have the right to use these things. The Diana you know is actually an old woman who lived in a time when she wasn't like you. When you're old and gray, she'll look just like she does now."

"How ridiculous! You actually naively thought that such a god was your friend, hahahahahahaha!"

Laughter echoed wildly in the basement, the lights flickering and reflecting on the half-dead, half-bewildered face.

...

Following the murder, well-wishers and reporters gathered in a park in South Washington.

As Diana approached, the sheriff was chatting with a reporter from the local radio station. Not wanting to listen to his endless chatter, Diana stepped out of the crowd and went to the rooftop of a building across the park.

She has excellent eyesight and can see everything in the park clearly even from hundreds of meters away.

The body of the homeless man (Nuo Zhao's) lay at the scene of yesterday's robbery. His neck was a bloody mess, and judging from the wounds, it must have been smashed to pieces. His chest cavity was ruptured, and all the internal organs were gone, leaving only his ribs and spine. There were several claw marks on the wall, several centimeters deep. Ordinary wild animals would not have such strength.

"Yes, of course, this is the person in front."

Diana muttered a few words, thought for a moment, then took out her communicator, and...

"Ava, I need your help."

"Yes, Your Highness."

“A murder has occurred in a park in southern Washington, just across the street from where I am now, and I hope the police can gather all the evidence.”

"Okay, please wait a moment."

A few seconds later, the communicator beeped. Diana covered her eyes and projected the received information onto her retina. When she saw the somewhat familiar thing, her pupils contracted slightly.

"This is...".

Chapter 1622 The Leopard Who Hunted Everyone

Red low-cut dress, high-heeled boots.

Although it was badly damaged and stained with blood, Diana still felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

Ava spoke up.

"French designer Bedecker's new Only summer collection debuted on the Paris runway a month ago and is now priced at $4.5, including a custom-made high-heeled boot."

As soon as he finished speaking, the screen changed to show the style of the entire dress.

Diana reacted immediately.

芭芭拉

Barbara! She wore the exact same dress and high-heeled boots last night.

"Could it be her?"

No, that's impossible. Barbara is so innocent and kind, how could she kill someone?

"Your Highness, what have you discovered? Do you need my help to investigate?"

"No...no need, it's over."

Diana forced a stiff smile and hastily turned off the communicator. Though she said this, her mind was in turmoil: all signs pointed to Barbara as the prime suspect.

A normal person wouldn't experience such a significant change in just one month.

How can two such different personalities—a naive and kind-hearted chubby girl and a sexy and cold-blooded nightclub queen—be contained in one person? What will happen to her?

Black magic? Or superpowers?

Diana couldn't stay put. She left the rooftop of 970 and ran as fast as she could towards Barbara's house. When she arrived, she found no one there. She asked the neighbors and learned that Barbara had left and no one knew where she lived.

“Ava, help me find her location.”

The retina showed Barbara Minerva's personal information and real estate under her name. It was clear that in just one month, Barbara not only became a shareholder in three nightclubs, but also owned five properties worth millions.

Diana couldn't help but ask

How could she have so much money?

“A month ago, Barbara Minerva auctioned off a batch of antiques worth over $5000 million. Then she became friends with Congressman Felix and, with his help, became the largest shareholder, buying three nightclubs for 70% of the price.”

Diana was silent for a moment. Barbara had said that she hated nightclubs, so if she hated them, why did she own one?

Five properties: three are in the suburbs, all large villas; one is in the city center; and the last is a suburban farm covering several square kilometers.

Diana lined up the streets, first the downtown business district, then the suburbs, and finally the farms. Unfortunately, looking around, she couldn't find any trace of the other side.

The phone went unanswered, and the person seemed to have vanished from the face of the earth.

Diana couldn't think of any other solution and could only return to the museum. A little while later, the phone rang; it was Barbara calling, and she quickly answered it.

"Where did you go? I'm looking for you again."

I'm right across from you.

The door opened, and Barbara walked in with a bright smile on her face, holding a cell phone in her hand. She was as radiant as the sunshine and wore a yellow dress.

Diana was momentarily stunned and couldn't help but ask.

"You...you...you last night?"

Barbara rolled her eyes: "And you say that? You didn't even tell me when you left last night, making me think you'd run into some dangerous person again."

Diana asked with a serious expression, taking a deep breath before speaking.

"Barbara, where did you go last night?"

"secret."

“I’m not joking.” Diana stood up, placed her hands on the table, and stared straight ahead. “Tell me, where were you last night?”

The atmosphere was a bit tense!

Barbara forced a smile: "Why are you suddenly so interested in my private life?"

Diana stared at her without moving, watching every change in her expression. After a while, she shook her head with disappointment and said...

“There was a murder in the park last night. In the bushes next to the victim, there was a dress and a pair of high-heeled boots that were suspected to have been left by the murderer. It was the latest summer design by French designer Bedecker, exactly the same as the one you wore last night.”

You doubt me!

Barbara's eyes widened in shock: "You...you really doubt me."

"It's not doubt, it's just..."