Rampaging through American comics, people in my motherland don't eat beef.

In a quiet and elegant coffee shop.

Two young women, enjoying their leisure time together, sat facing each other. Outside the window, goose down feathers fluttered in the breeze. On the table were exquisite desserts and steaming coffee, their rich aromas lingering in the air.

Gwen gently untied the red scarf around her neck, her eyes hesitant as she looked at Jessica, as if she wanted to say something but stopped herself: "Jessica, do you think it's possible that when someone dislikes another person, they might subconsciously dream about that person?"

"Um?"

Jessica's hand, which was holding the coffee spoon, suddenly stopped, and a rather eerie smile appeared on her lips.

"Let me guess, was the dream about a mysterious man descending from the sky when you were on the verge of death? He held you tightly in his arms, and you gazed at each other deeply, almost wanting to bite each other. Then the man suddenly died, and you cried bitterly. After waking up, you gradually remembered his appearance, feeling moved and tossing and turning in bed, right?"

"You guessed way too accurately!?" Gwen exclaimed in astonishment.

"It's not a guess. I've been having the same dream for several days in a row, and the plot is basically the same as yours." Jessica said expressionlessly, "The male protagonist is probably the same... something that I don't know if it counts as human."

"..."

Gwen was completely stunned when she heard this.

She had learned from Jessica that she was being targeted by a super perverted sex fiend.

He might use persistent pursuit, sweet talk, creating chance encounters, drugging... in short, he'll try every possible way to trick you into his hands.

Gwen didn't panic. Jessica made it very clear that although Uncle Grey was worse than an animal, he generally wouldn't use force as long as he wasn't given room to imagine things or to have the illusion that "you really want to sleep with him".

Because Uncle Gray's narcissism was off the charts, he firmly believed that all the girls had a crush on him, and that sleeping with him was just a matter of time.

To exploit this weakness, Gwen only needs to remain aloof and never give him a friendly look. Uncle Grey won't be able to lower his noble pride to ask for a mere concubine to sleep with him.

Natasha deserves to be slept with so often; she's just asking for it.

Why are your feet showing when you can sit properly? And if you're going to show them, why wear stockings? What's the difference between this and begging Uncle Gray for affection?

In fact, Gray only slept with Natasha out of consideration for her pride.

A few days ago, Gwen was also very confident, firmly believing that she would never give Gray a kind look.

Although her first impression of Gray wasn't bad, Gray had a girlfriend, was quite old, and was also her classmate and best friend. Unless she was mentally unstable, no normal girl would send the wrong signals.

But now, Gwen isn't so confident anymore, because something's really wrong with her head.

No one could have imagined that there would be a way of falling in love by forcibly implanting memories; the version is so advanced that it's unbelievable.

Having the same dream for several days in a row, and the dream is so vivid, that we almost kissed several times. Anyone would involuntarily think... Could I really like him?

Once you have this thought, it's hard to remain indifferent when you meet again.

At this moment, Gwen wished she could dig out all the memories from her mind and tear Grey apart while she was at it.

"The memory implantation trick was indeed a bit unexpected, but it's okay, I can handle it."

Jessica noticed that besides her anger, she also felt a little embarrassed, and knew that she might not be able to stay calm.

After all, the memory has already been formed. Even if you know in your heart that it's fake, the impact will always be there, unless you're really determined to find a truck and hit the jackpot.

"If all else fails, let's find somewhere to hide..." Before Jessica could finish speaking, the door to the coffee shop was pushed open with a "ding-dong," and two girls who were about the same age as them walked in.

The moment the two entered, their eyes lit up. The girl with the high ponytail excitedly pointed at Jessica, her voice rising with excitement: "Hey, look! That looks like the Punisher over there!"

What female knight-errant?

Upon hearing this, Jessica was startled and instinctively looked at Gwen.

Gwen also looked bewildered, gently shaking her head with confusion in her eyes, clearly just as clueless as she was.

Just then, a girl with a high ponytail walked over quickly, her face full of admiration: "Hi, we've seen the videos of you fighting mutants online, it was so cool!"

As she spoke, she eagerly pulled out her phone, a shy smile on her face. "Can I take a picture with you? My friends all like you a lot. If I post the photo on Twitter, they'll be so jealous!"

Seeing that the other person was indeed coming for her, Jessica didn't know what to do with her hands and feet, and stammered, "Um, I'm a little confused..."

Gwen, watching Jessica's embarrassed yet trying-to-cooperate expression, couldn't help but chuckle. With a hint of teasing, she gently nudged Jessica and said, "I never expected to have such a famous heroine hiding beside me! How unexpected! Heroine, please give me your autograph."

"I heard that the Punisher and the Spider Woman are good friends. May I ask who you are...?" The two fans turned their gazes to Gwen, their eyes full of suspicion.

Gwen's smile froze instantly. She had a bad feeling and tugged at Jessica's wrist, signaling her to make a quick getaway.

The title of "Punishment Heroine" clearly comes from the masses. Jessica fights straightforwardly, using only four moves: straight punch, hook punch, groin kick, and headbutt. She has a kind of bald, tough-guy beauty.

Perhaps because Uncle Fa has been taken off the air, people need a similar type to satisfy their idol-chasing desires.

"Snap!" A crisp sound.

The girl with the ponytail, who had been talking non-stop, seemed startled by something, reflexively slapping the back of her neck before looking at her hand in confusion: "How come there are mosquitoes in this weather?"

What happened next was even stranger: the mosquito, swatted in the palm of my hand, didn't burst open as usual. It just trembled slightly twice, then suddenly came to life with a "buzz," flapped its wings, and flew away.

"Jessica, watch out, I smell something strange."

Gwen's brow furrowed sharply, radiating an aura of vigilance. Her spider-like senses allowed her to keenly detect the approaching danger, and her gaze was fixed on the mosquito hovering overhead.

"Hey, Betty, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me!" The girl with the ponytail's companion, a girl with shoulder-length short hair, suddenly let out a sharp scream, her voice trembling with tears, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet space.

There was no response. Betty was acting very strangely. Her movements were sluggish, like a puppet. Her once rosy complexion turned ashen at a visible speed, drool dripped uncontrollably from the corner of her mouth, and her pupils were filled with terrifying blood vessels.

"What's wrong with her?" Jessica and Gwen exchanged a glance, both sensing that something terrible was about to happen.

Just then, a voice suddenly rang out from behind them, startling the two of them.

"It's obvious, she's turned into a zombie."

Gray walked over with a serious expression, carefully examined the girl's eyelids, then pried open her mouth and stuck his fingers inside to check. A horrifying thought suddenly occurred to him: "Could the universe I live in be a zombie universe?"

Then, an even more terrifying thought occurred to me: "Zombie Gwen, zombie Scarlet Witch... wait, why am I feeling a little excited?"