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When Uncle Ben mentioned Gwen, Peter was quick to provide their rehearsed alibi.
"Gwen has gone home now. I don't think she'll be coming to see me today. She was exhausted from the hiking trip over the last few days and needs a good rest."
This was a set of words that Peter and Gwen had already discussed to prevent Uncle Ben and May from noticing anything unusual or worrying about whether Peter was hiding secrets from them. Just at this moment, May also walked out of the kitchen. When May saw that Peter had returned home safely, a very warm smile appeared on her face.
"Why didn't you give us a call in advance when you were coming back? I haven't even started making dinner yet!"
Peter put down the backpack in his hand and took out a bottle of frozen mineral water from the refrigerator, drinking it in one breath. Only after drinking all the water did Peter finally feel his dry throat regain moisture.
"I was in a hurry to rush back to get some water, so I forgot to tell you both in advance. How about ordering takeout tonight? Anyway, we haven't had authentic Italian pizza for a long time."
Uncle Ben, who was just about to continue reading the newspaper, immediately put it down when he heard that Peter wanted to order takeout.
"No, Peter, you've been out for so many days; you must be starving. We'll eat something good today."
"Good stuff?" May looked at Uncle Ben suspiciously, completely unaware of what he was referring to. Uncle Ben took out a flyer with many folding marks from behind him with a mysterious smile on his face.
"This high-end steakhouse downtown is having an anniversary event. If you go there for dinner today, you can get a 30% discount. Don't cook tonight, let's go there to eat!"
Looking at the flyer in Uncle Ben's hand, a hint of understanding appeared in Peter's eyes. Therefore, Peter also said to Uncle Ben with a hint of teasing:
"Uncle Ben, you wouldn't have already prepared to go there for dinner with May tonight and have some alone time, right? It seems like I'm going to be a third wheel today!"
May also glanced at Uncle Ben with a strange look. When did this blockhead become so romantic? Uncle Ben also coughed twice, and his face became a little unnatural.
"What do you children know? Don't talk nonsense. I picked up the flyer from the roadside. It's just a coincidence."
"Okay, okay! Whatever Uncle Ben says is whatever. It's just a coincidence, not deliberately arranged."
"You better know that. Hurry up and go back to your room to change your clothes. We're about to set off. Luckily, I booked a place in advance."
The Gaze of the Puppeteer
When Uncle Ben drove his rather dilapidated Ford car to the bustling downtown district, it was already the time when the city lights were beginning to light up. On both sides of the road were various restaurant signs with distinctive features, and the neon lights were flashing non-stop. Peter, who saw these familiar street scenes through the car window, also felt a sense of nostalgia.
Soon, the Ford car stopped in front of a rather large, luxurious steakhouse. The luxury of the decoration of this establishment should be regarded as one of the best in the entire district. I just didn't know what the taste of the dishes here would be like. Peter was quite picky about the requirements of high-quality food; if it was the kind of mediocre diner food that deliberately catered to cheap tastes and lost the essence of a good meal, Peter would be too lazy to even eat it.
However, when Peter entered the steakhouse, he immediately dispelled this little worry. The vast majority of the customers here appeared to be well-dressed and refined, which was the best proof of a quality establishment. Moreover, it was almost full, and the business was extremely good. Soon, Uncle Ben was taken to the table he had reserved. The location was close to the window, where you could see the street view; it was obvious at a glance that it had been specially selected.
Peter and May took their seats one by one, and Uncle Ben began to order the dishes. During this period, Peter also skillfully poured water and arranged the silverware, which made the waiter who was taking the order next to him look at him with admiration. After ordering the dishes, Uncle Ben and May started chatting. Peter played with his mobile phone for a while and then looked around boredly.
Suddenly, Peter's gaze stayed on a table in the far corner. There were two people sitting at that table: a man and a woman. The woman looked quite young, about twenty years old. The man looked much older, probably around forty, with slicked-back hair, a beard, and a purplish-black suit. However, from the golden watch that was deliberately exposed on the man's wrist, as well as his very gloomy eyes, Peter's first impression was not very good.
However, what Peter was paying attention to was not this man, but the woman. The young woman had a head of jet-black and shiny long hair, which made her skin look particularly fair. Her features were beautiful and held a hint of heroism. She was wearing a black jacket matched with long jeans, and the whole person looked very capable.
However, what Peter was concerned about was not the woman's appearance, because compared to Gwen, this woman was obviously far inferior. What Peter was concerned about were actually the woman's eyes. Although the young woman looked as usual, there was a hint of confusion in her dark brown eyes. Even when she was eating, her eyes had no sense of focus. Only when the man opposite her spoke would her eyeballs move to look at him.
Moreover, Peter always felt that this young woman looked a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember why for a while. Therefore, Peter couldn't help but feel a little unusual in his heart.
"That's really strange! Such eyes don't look like a normal person's at all. It's more like a marionette without its own thoughts."
Instinct was telling Peter that there was something wrong with that man—a big problem. While May and Uncle Ben next to him were still chatting, Peter continued to observe secretly. A few minutes later, the man and the young woman seemed to be finished. I saw the man raise his arm and wave to a waiter. The waiter walked to the man's side, and the man whispered a word to him.
Peter guessed what the other party had just said through the change in the man's mouth shape.
"I've already paid the bill."
The waiter's eyes also instantly became blank, and then he watched the man and the young woman get up and leave. Peter's eyes flickered, and he also stood up.
"Hypnosis? And it's still instant hypnosis, without any props or psychological preparation at all. This is almost impossible to achieve! Unless it's a superpower... It seems necessary to investigate. This guy is probably not a good person."
Uncle Ben looked at Peter, who got up and left, a little strangely. "The food is about to be served; where are you going, Peter?"
"My stomach feels a little uncomfortable. You guys eat first; don't worry about me!"
Peter nodded apologetically to Uncle Ben, turned around, and walked out of the steakhouse door.
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