The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 42: Another layer of identity is more useful

"Excuse me, who is Peter Parker?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone present, including the crow, turned their gazes toward Otto.

"Never mind..."

Otto chuckled and made a zipping motion around his mouth.

"..."

Spider-Man's mask had already been damaged during the previous battle, and one of his two spider compound eyes was rotten.

Norman stared at the exposed brown eye and said:

"You're his son, aren't you?"

Upon seeing this, Connors quickly looked at Peter, shook his head slightly, and indicated that he had better not admit it.

But Spider-Man ignored him and instead took off his mask.

It was an excessively young face.

Peter nodded. "Yes, but my memory of him is very vague. If you want to know anything, I can't answer a single question."

"hehe......"

Norman burst into laughter after hearing this, as if Peter had said something witty.

Then, he slammed his fist on the armrest of the wheelchair.

boom!

"I knew it... I knew it!"

Norman was almost frantic: "Why won't you two, father and son, let me go?!"

"I should have solved this disease a long time ago, instead of now... haha, I can't solve it now anyway."

Norman pointed at Peter and roared, "I've spent so much money, so much time, even a subway car on your father!"

"And then what happened!?"

"The result was that he believed the experiment was harmful to society, so he just packed up and left! All the results—all the results—were destroyed by him!!!"

"Now it's his son's turn to come see me with this achievement..."

Norman lowered his head and chuckled foolishly, tears streaming down his face. "It still can't change the fact that I'm dead."

Upon hearing this, Connors offered words of comfort:

"This problem is only temporary; it can be solved with some time research..."

"Shut up, Kurt! I'm a scientist too! Don't I know this will take a long time?!"

Norman glared at Connors fiercely; he was like a powder keg ready to explode at any moment!

In a fit of anger, he pulled out his breathing tube.

This time, the crow didn't do anything (Oz pokes his hand).

He longed to stand up, but his body, accustomed to sitting in a wheelchair, was not strong enough to support the idea.

Norman took several deep breaths and finally decided to leave the laboratory.

The feeling of being congested and anxious here is not just because the breathing tube has been removed, but also due to many other factors.

"Get out of the way, Spider-Man."

Norman looked at the boy in front of him and said, "I won't cause you any more trouble, but now..."

"You'd better get your act together and solve Harry's impending illness, Spider-Man."

When he said the last three words, Spider-Man, Norman almost gritted his teeth, which made it very unpleasant to hear.

"..."

Peter remained silent and stepped aside, making way for him to leave.

Norman drove his wheelchair away himself.

The few people who remained in the lab exchanged glances, but none of them were willing to step forward and stop them.

After Norman left, Otto breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Connors and the boy named Peter Parker.

"So... what do we do next? Start working?"

"No, Otto, I want to talk to this child."

"no problem."

Otto nodded, his gaze suddenly meeting that of the raven on Spider-Man's shoulder.

His clever mind told him that this intelligent bird was best not treated like an ordinary pet bird.

What's more, it's just a crow.

"I have some leftover fries in my office, want some?"

"Huh?!"

Oz decisively jumped onto his cousin with the same surname, then waved goodbye to Peter.

Peter was somewhat helpless about this and waved a few fingers.

After the two people whose names both contained the letter O and the bird left the laboratory.

Peter eagerly asked, "Is everything he said true?"

"In fact."

Connors leaned back on the worktable, pushing up his glasses with one hand. "It's all the truth, including that subway car."

Peter fell silent again, and after a few moments, shook his head with a wry smile: "This is quite a surprise."

"Come here, child."

Connors smiled and waved to Peter, gesturing for him to come closer.

Peter did as instructed.

Connors put his arm around Peter's shoulder and said earnestly, "Let bygones be bygones. Don't dwell on it. Your father was a kind man, and so was your Uncle Ben."

"But kind people often don't have a good ending."

"They're all dead..."

"No, Doctor."

Peter suddenly looked up, interrupting Connors' next words, and met his gaze with unwavering eyes.

"I understand what you want to tell me, I know it perfectly well."

Peter said, "I know it sounds ridiculous, but it's true. Even with precedents like my father and Uncle Ben, I will still do things to help others."

"You might call me a hothead, unafraid of danger, but you'll realize how right you are once you suffer the consequences."

"But I don't care! Really!"

"I'm willing to do it, I'm happy to do it, and no matter how difficult it is, I'll try!"

"If I had to explain why... I think it might be the responsibility of the Parker family."

After hearing this, Connors smiled helplessly, "Perhaps I shouldn't have brought this up."

"I'm sorry, Doctor, I know you're worried about me..."

"It's alright, Peter."

Connors stared into Peter's eyes, then glanced at the spider mask he was clutching tightly in his hand.

"It is my honor to have a student like you."

"You will always remind me of my original intention in making lizard serum: to benefit society and mankind."

"That's probably why you became Spider-Man."

"I will never ask you that a third time. I believe you, Peter."

Peter nodded in agreement. He felt that if his father and Uncle Ben were still alive, they would definitely agree with his ideas!

Kind people never have a good ending, but I'm determined to be a good person!

There are already too many bad people. Do they turn to evil because there are no benefits to being kind?

No, this is not what he wanted to see.

"Then let's begin the experiment, Doctor."

Peter quickly got into the zone, probably because he was naturally inclined to trust others, and he didn't care whether Norman would cause trouble again.

He walked to the workbench of the two top scientists, Connors and Otto, and looked at the experimental results on their computers.

"What are you doing?" Connors suddenly asked.

Peter was a little stunned, then pointed to his blood analysis results. "Look at the test results."

"Who said you absolutely needed spider serum?"

Connors shook the green reagent in his hand. "Lizard serum works just as well, provided we can optimize out the negative effects."

"Oh right, how come I didn't think of that!"

Just as Peter was struggling with his hair, the laboratory door was pushed open.

It's Dr. Otto.

He asked anxiously, "Have you seen that crow?"

Peter retorted, "What kind of fries did you feed him?"

"Golden Arches."

Peter thought to himself, "Oh no, Oz must have gone to see Norman Osborn."

He hurriedly prepared to put on the spider mask, but his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Peter turned his head and saw that it was Dr. Connors who had caught him.

"Change your clothes. There's no need to wear this Spider-Man suit. Sometimes Peter Parker is more useful than Spider-Man."