There are always Chaoying trying to attack me [Comprehensive British and American]

Above the dome is an exceptionally beautiful night sky dotted with thousands of stars.The thick black is dressed up in a dreamy and noble way, like a prayer from another world, sheltering lost children on a long voyage.

——The little prince set his destination.

Gotham, the famous crime capital.

Although under the "rule" of the Dark Knight, the criminals are all in danger and restrained, but Gotham's crime rate still firmly occupies the top of the list-this city is rotten to the root.

Even the Dark Knight relies on "fear" to restrain criminals.

Arlin thought: In Gotham, I will never meet Peter Parker, Charles Xavier, Logan Howlett and the like again.

No one will reach out to him.

— I should have gone to Gotham long ago.

The boy was annoyed.

If he goes to Gotham earlier, he won't have to live up to Parker's enthusiasm, Mr. Xavier's kindness, or Mr. Logan's comfort...

In short.

It's not a good thing to get involved with him.

Arlin covered his face with a towel, soaking up the cold sweat from the pain in his spine.His slender neck was slightly raised, his Adam's apple rose and fell gently with the beating of his heart, exuding a morbid beauty.

[The clown escaped from the Arkham Asylum again!This hospital can't hold a bunch of high IQ criminals!Did no one bombard them? ! 】

[Gotham Police Department: Batman is just a violent maniac]

[The place abandoned by God——]

……

Information about Gotham flooded his mind.

Arkham Asylum, Violent Maniac, God Abandoned... These things that ordinary people can't avoid, made him chuckle, full of sarcasm, mixed with illusory confusion.

Scenes in the academy——

The classmates who ignored his aloofness and frolicked around him, Mr. Xavier with gentle eyes and watery eyes, Mr. Luogen who was full of stories, mysterious and full of masculinity...

Everything is fading.

These pictures filled with warmth and happiness, along with the driving of the car, were sealed bit by bit into the wooden box named "Once Upon a Time", becoming the bottommost secret.

Yarlin pressed the towel, his fingertips trembling.

"No matter what you encounter, you don't regret it?" Luogen seemed to be careless, but in fact he was very serious, echoing in his ears.The young man pulled the corner of his lower lip invisibly, and murmured and repeated.

--"No regrets."

the same moment.

New York, Queens.

After being stung by a spider while visiting a science fair, Peter Parker walks out of an underground boxing ring with unexpected superpowers.He touched the bonus in his pocket, his eyes covered by the hood curled into crescent moons.

--win!money!up!

Can subsidize the family, or buy Lego?

When Ken is healed from his injuries and returns to class, I can also send him a gift to celebrate his return to health.

——The more I think about it, the happier I am.

The big boy in a very sunny mood swayed his spider webs, criss-crossing the high-rise buildings, rushing home freely.Then, he heard a gunshot—

"boom."

The volume was loud, piercing the silent night.

Peter Parker reflexively looked at the source of the sound, but failed to shoot out the next spider silk in time.He hit a solid wall and rolled screaming all the way to the ground, drawing the attention of the shooter.

——The cold muzzle was aimed at him.

He stared blankly at the person lying on the ground.

Uncle Ben?

The spreading pool of blood took away his ability to think.The boy was so frightened that his whole body went limp, and he didn't even have the strength to stand up.The eyes under the mask instantly filled with tears.

"……Do not."

--Will not.

Uncle Ben should be sleeping at home.

He can't be here.

--"boom."

A second shot rang out.Relying on the spider's sense, Peter Parker turned over at the moment the bullet was fired, avoiding the fatal blow - Ben Parker's blood soaked his gloves.

such a close distance.

Such a familiar face.

——How could he deceive himself?

Anger and despair rushed to my heart.Before he could react, the teenager had already slammed the shooter into the wall.Dust and wall fragments mixed with the criminal's blood fell to the ground.

The gun fell and soaked in the blood.

"...I won't let you go."

He let go of his hand, allowing the criminal to slide along the wall to the ground as he was dying, and then lightly picked up half of his heart, which was blasted to pieces by the gun—obviously there was no way to save it—Ben

Parker, who shoots spider silk.

Peter had never tried to swing a spider silk with one hand, and the movements were extremely unfamiliar.Ben Parker, who was unconscious, couldn't hold him, and was always staggering, which made him dare not let go of his hands and feet and go on his way.

Jumped several streets and couldn't find a car.

It was as if the whole world was against him.

The teenager felt Ben Parker's increasingly cold body temperature, and tears oozed out of his eyes uncontrollably, blurring his vision—"Bang."

He hit the wall again.

The hood was scratched at the edges and cut the face.

Peter didn't dare to stop, nor did he dare to probe Ben Parker's breath.He swung tirelessly to the hospital, handed Ben, whose vital signs had completely disappeared, to the doctor, and then called Aunt May with trembling hands.

"May, Uncle Ben—"

He broke down in tears, and told what happened to Ben Parker intermittently and in unclear order.

"What should I do, May."

"...Calm down, Peter." May Parker, who was in a similarly chaotic mood, managed to maintain his composure, and arranged clearly, "I'll call the police first to prevent the murderer from escaping, and then I'll meet you at the hospital."

"Do you remember where the murderer is?"

"exist--"

The boy's voice stopped abruptly.

Fragments of memories obscured by anger, panic and fear slowly surface.One second before he gave the address, he suddenly realized that he had seen the murderer.

He had seen him rob.

But he was timid.

He didn't help the last man who was robbed, didn't send him to the police station, didn't do what he could—

in case……

If so, he was braver at the time.

If he had taught this criminal a lesson ahead of time...

Peter Parker's spine was bent by the guilt and pain running wild in his body.He covered his forehead, curled up into a ball, and repeated almost collapsed - "I'm sorry, May."

"Sorry……"

"It's all my fault, I can save him."

--"sorry."

May Parker hesitated for a moment, and gently called out his name.

"...Peter?"

The only thing left on the other side of the phone was the boy's crying and continuous apologies.So Mei resolutely gave up asking for the address, and went out with the car keys: "Peter, I'll be right there."

"Do not be afraid."

"Aunt Mei will be there soon...wait for me in the hospital obediently, okay?"

—Peter didn't answer.

He huddled on a hospital bench, wearing an old, dirty hand-sewn uniform, and a hood wet with tears by his side.The boy's side face was stained with blood, and his pupils were crimson.

He seemed like a clockwork machine—

"Sorry, May."

——Repeatedly, non-stop apologizing.

May heard tears almost fell down.

The little boy in her family.

After all, she suffered a wound that could not be healed where she could not see.