Chapter 2633 Mayfly World (VII)

Chapter 2607 Mayfly World (7)

Schiller turned into a mist, and Venom was instantly armed. The two of them ran through the streets of Brooklyn, but when they saw that familiar figure, he was the only one on the street.

Schiller hit the ground, Eddie hit the ground hard, and Peter turned to see them and said, "Oh, here you are."

"What's going on?" Schiller asked.

This is actually very wrong, Schiller thought. Currently, there are very few people on earth who can beat Peter, and no one can outrun Barry. In this case, when they encounter the enemy, it shouldn't be Peter who beats him down first. Next, will Barry drag them back together again? Why did Barry come back alone to call them?

"I met an invisible guy." Peter said: "I can't see him, but he can attack me. It's a bit too weird, so I asked you to come and see what's going on."

Eddie frowned slightly, but Schiller walked up to Peter, looked around and asked: "Are you wearing the goggles of the suit? Isn't the thermal imaging useless?"

Peter shook his head and said, "I can't see him with all the visual methods I have."

"Have you tried spiritual vision?"

Peter was stunned and said, "No, I didn't expect that I could do magic."

The Peter of Schiller's universe can do magic. To be precise, he has energy in his body, which is the result of a previous electricity theft. Although he has never learned to release magic, he can also activate vision in the spiritual world.

"Give me your goggles," Schiller said, extending his hand.

Peter took out his mask and handed it to Schiller. This was originally Stark Group's technology. Later, Peter added some functions himself. Although it looked like a thin superhero's hood on the surface, in fact It is a comprehensive and multifunctional monitoring and analysis instrument.

After Schiller took the mask over, he fed a little magic energy into it and let it attach to the eyes. This allowed Peter to observe the flow of magic energy with spiritual vision.

"He ran away." Barry said: "I can't see him, and there is no trace of him in the Speed ​​Force. I just searched the entire city, and I really didn't see any trace."

"It's not an accident that he targets you." Schiller speculated: "In that case, he will definitely come to you again. Have you had a fight with him?"

"No, I was basically beaten unilaterally just now, but I also showed my ability to run faster and jump higher. Will this make him wary?"

"No, a smart person would not choose to take action here, and if he is a fool, he will never guess that you are Spider-Man. Let's go back first and go out for a walk in the evening."

Schiller and the others walked back with the purchased barbecue and beer. When they turned around the intersection, Schiller saw the name of the street sign, which said Werther Street. It was the gangster he had seen in the newspaper earlier. Streets of activity.

"A gangster who can become invisible?" Schiller said to himself.

In fact, he was searching for possible names in his mind. With such unique attributes, he shouldn't be an unknown person. As long as he had appeared in comics, Schiller could find his information in his memory.

Before they finished flipping through the pages, several people had already returned to the newspaper office. It was getting dark. Eddie pulled down the roller shutter door, lit the lights in the room, put the fragrant kebabs on the table, and put the beer on the coffee table. On the other side of the room, I went to the refrigerator and got a bottle of orange juice for Barry to drink.

The cups clinked together, and the splashes of water shone brightly under the light. A football game was playing on the TV next to them, and several people began to eat happily.

American barbecue is more like barbecue than barbecue. Except for some colorful pepper meat skewers, there is no place for vegetables. Each iron skewer is covered with fist-sized pieces of meat, which is rich in juice and rich in milk aroma.

In addition, there are roasted chickens threaded on two wires, a lot of roasted chicken wings and roasted chicken legs. The heat is just right, the golden and crispy skin is dripping with clear oil, and it is also coated with a layer of the store's secret recipe. of chili sauce.

The specialty of this shop is grilled beef ribs with black pepper. The bones of the beef ribs are perforated and densely pierced on the skewer in a flat shape, making the skewer look like a mallet from a distance.

Peter took a big bite, and the entrance was extremely tender, followed by the rich aroma of meat, and finally the aroma of black pepper that made people's noses soaked in snot. At this time, coupled with a refreshing mouthful of home-brewed beer, the golden wind and jade dew met. He will win but there are countless people in the world.

"It looks like you're a little angry." Eddie said with a smile: "It doesn't feel good to be beaten one-sidedly, right?"

"What I'm angry about is not that I didn't beat him, but that I didn't even think that I could use magic." Peter's voice was muffled, biting a skewer as if to vent his anger and said, "Other Spider-Man seems to be very I'm good at fighting, and my brain is very bright when it comes to fighting, but I'm always a bit behind, and I don't have much talent in fighting."

"This is not a matter of talent. You don't think about how much time other Spider-Man spent fighting on the streets before they came, and how much time you spent." Schiller comforted: "You haven't had many fights since you were a child. How is it possible to have fighting instincts that are beyond ordinary people?"

Peter nodded and said: "When I was training with Batman before, I discovered that I don't like to adapt to changes, and I prefer things that are regular and logical. From one step to the next, this is how the world works. Way."

"Like a spider spinning its web."

Peter's eyes lit up, and he looked at Schiller and said, "Do you think so? Doctor, even if I can't fight, I can still be called Spider-Man, right?"

"Of course you can. It would cause a sensation if you said now that you are not Spider-Man." Schiller said, "It has nothing to do with the powerful strength you gained after being bitten by a spider, nor does it have anything to do with your identical outfit to other Spider-Mans. You have earned such a name for yourself with practical actions, so he deserves it."

"I am going to hold a wedding with Gwen." Peter suddenly changed the subject.

Schiller keenly grasped the relationship between the two topics. He said, "Has Spider-Man's identity affected the development of your private life? Or vice versa."

"You can't hide anything from me, doctor." Peter smiled bitterly and said, "If we get married, we must have a stable family life. A responsible husband cannot run out in the middle of the night and do this every day."

"George doesn't want his daughter's husband to be Spider-Man, because we have to get married and have children, and raise them together. Spider-Man's career is too unstable and too dangerous for the family."

"Although I think this is no different from a career like firefighters, I know that I can't force others to form a family with firefighters or let relatives form a family with firefighters. Firefighters still have pensions after their sacrifice, but Spider-Man doesn't. There are precedents."

Schiller then remembered that Peter was the third generation Spider-Man. Although the first two generations were actually himself, from the perspective of the public, the endings of the first two generations were not very good. No wonder George still can't let go of this knot.

"When do you and Gwen plan to have children? In a few years?"

"It's too early to think about it now." Peter muttered, "I don't think we are ready."

"I think you should understand the significance of childbirth to women. George thinks that if you die as Spider-Man one day, what Gwen has paid and gained in the process of childbirth will not only not be good news for the family, but will also become a burden for her in the second half of her life. I think this is what he wants to express."

Peter thought for a while and said, "I have seen many single mothers. Their lives are too difficult, just like hell. I don't want Gwen to live like this."

"Then there is another way besides not being Spider-Man, that is, you can postpone childbirth." Schiller said.

"But we will still want a child in the end. By that time, I may not be able to give up my superhero career, but the risk of Gwen giving birth will increase. I can't do that."

Peter lowered his eyes, and the gentle look on his face was like the wind blowing into the window in spring. He could already see many traces of years between his eyebrows and eyes. The youthful spirit that was always sharp on him was brewing the glass of fine wine that mature men condensed after seeing thousands of sails.

"Becoming a superhero is my dream. No one except me should pay the price or take extra risks for it. I don't want Gwen or George to do this for me."

"Gwen is willing to support you in pursuing your dreams."

"That's because she loves me, but a person's love is a gift, not capital. It should be carefully cherished and stored, not spent as money to exchange for something for yourself. This is a very selfish approach. People who do this don't deserve love."

Schiller sighed. He originally wanted to talk to Peter and help him untie his knot, but now he wanted to say how he talked, he couldn't talk at all.

"You have raised the average mental health of the world's human beings. Come on, come on, this psychiatrist's position is for you."

"I have never been sure whether I really have no ability to stand up and maintain law and order like other Spider-Men, because I always wonder why they can do it but I can't."

"But now it seems that this may be the case. From the beginning, I did not choose to take this path. I have not received sufficient education in this direction, nor have I received sufficient practice, nor have I achieved any results. Naturally, it is difficult to be at ease."

"It's just that the spider mutation gave me such powerful power that I could have done these things, but I didn't do it. If this power is given to others, I can also become a scientist, but that person can use the power to help others like Spider-Man. Isn't it better for the world?"

"Then you can give it to me. I like Spider-Man's power the most!" Venom came over with his mouth wide open and said, "Just let me eat one-third of your brain..."

Eddie pushed Venom back.

"The appearance of Venom broke the heavy atmosphere." Peter said unhappily: "You just like Spider-Man! More than one Spider-Man has complained in the group that you harassed them! How could you do this?"

"What do you mean by harassment? ! ! I just ran into them when they were swinging around!!"

"I mean your current host is Eddie, Eddie will be very sad if you do this, can't alien life understand what loyalty and fidelity are?! You playboy!"

"I..." Venom was choked, and then whispered: "I don't want to leave Eddie, but Spider-Man's brain is really delicious..."

"I testify." Gray Mist said: "It's much more delicious than the barbecue in your hands, the whole person is delicious, my God, there are thousands of delicious big steaks swinging over New York!"

Schiller had just grasped some key points from Peter's words when they interrupted him. Now his mind was full of images of steaks dangling over New York.

Schiller cleared his throat, pulled his thoughts back, looked at Peter and said, "So what do you want to do?"

"I'm thinking about whether I can give the ability of spider mutation to someone else." Peter said, "With great power comes great responsibility, but now I can't use this ability to the greatest extent. Scientific research and family life take up too much of my time, so I can't take on the responsibility of Spider-Man. Maybe it would be better to change someone else?"

"So you don't want to be a superhero?"

"I don't care if I'm a hero or not, I only care if there's one more hero in the world."