World Code 427

Peter Parker didn't fall asleep for a long time. In the final analysis, Stark didn't inject too much dose. No one knew whether it was still dark outside. Even Stark thought about his aunt for Parker's sake. , although that woman must be worried——

But Stark had pulled his phone out of his pocket to text his aunt during Peter Parker's coma.

This seems to have been done very well.

"Sorry for bringing you here, don't worry your aunt might be bothered by this, I've texted her to reassure her," Stark said, his arms hanging unnaturally by his sides, his fingers Rubbing each other seems to relieve the pressure, "That express delivery—no, it has nothing to do with it actually, you don't have to be afraid that I will never be rough on you."

"What did you say!" Parker was surprised.

"I just said that you have a party at school today and you won't go home. I hope she can feel at ease."

"..." Peter frowned, but he let go after a while, "What do you want to do..."

"Just say something you have to hear."

Parker didn't answer anything. He sat quietly on the chair, and he didn't look overly frightened. At this moment, he only had eye contact as the only way of communication.

After staring at each other for more than ten seconds, Stark finally seemed to give up and no longer intended to waste time like this, so the middle-aged man said straight to the point; "I need your help."

Speaking of this, Tony turned over the dozens of photos from his pocket. He found the card belonging to Peter Parker and held it in front of the latter, as if using this evidence to prove his solid convincing power.

"It's you, Parker, and though you may not believe it now, look, it's your face."

"This is me?" Parker leaned forward and finally couldn't help uttering a few rhetorical words.

"Of course it's you, people call you Spider-Man, a superhero who has attracted much attention and is loved by people!" Stark nodded, he brushed the hair that fell on his forehead with his hand, his eyes were full of hope. "Quiet and listen to my explanation?"

"But Spider-Man, what's going on—"

Stark thought for a while, and he tried his best to find everything about Peter Parker's setting in the movie: "In another world, you were bitten by a special kind of spider in the museum, and it changed everything. The life journey behind you is incredible, you can use spider silk."

Stark could see the surprise on the boy's face, but he also believed that 90% of the words were actually not trusted by him.

"Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to continue."

Parker didn't stop him, which was gratifying to Stark.

"The world we live in is coded as number 0427, actually it starts sorting from number 0, what we know, what we don't know, parallel universes keep adding up. Your academic performance is very good, I think when you read When it comes to some books, there will be such conjectures?"

Parker looked at Stark with his eyes, and it seemed that his tension eased after the other party said that he needed help. The boy's face was sullen, and his muscles were probably tense: "How do you know this?"

"If this can be the necessary reason for you to start trusting me?" Stark straightened up and put the card in his pocket, his brown eyes turned to look directly at the empty photo frame on the table, "Forget it another day Your little secret, listen young man, we only have one month to change the fate of the world's destruction, if you won't believe me - then we'll have to wait until that day, you know, I'm not threatening to try to bully you."

"God... the world is destroyed?" Peter Parker swallowed the rhetorical question of "This kind of absurd plot that only appears in movies and novels may really appear in my lifetime" in the second half of the sentence Did not say it.

"Finding you is the only way."

"Is it related to the express mail that day..." Peter didn't struggle, his slightly questioning eyes extended to Stark's eyes, "these cards are contained in it? Oh... this must be a bad joke, at least you won't find it Me, I'm just an ordinary school student."

Peter Parker's expression is very serious, he doesn't show his joy like irony, in fact he is very practical, practical in various senses.

"My mind is clear and my mind is completely normal!" Stark explained. He felt that the other party might be suspicious of something. In fact, any normal person would doubt at this moment. Stark knew that he was about to carry out boring persuasion work, which made him He felt annoyed, "Don't be so unconfident young man, one month won't take much time for you, at worst, you can even sue me for mental damages when the time limit is up."

"... "

Parker looked confused, with another kind of bewilderment at the same time.

"Knock knock knock!"

The rapid knock on the door suddenly resounded throughout the basement, and the walls here blocked the echoes, making them echo in the space for a long time and refused to leave, but such an abrupt sound still startled Stark.

After all, when a human is concentrating on certain things, his spirit is highly concentrated, and it is an inevitable and normal reaction to be frightened.

Tony turned to stare at the loud door, hesitating for a few moments before walking cautiously, although he was full of suspicion.

"I really don't think there will be visitors here...Bill's absolute concealment is really not reliable...well, whether it's good news or—"

Stark's voice gradually decreased in decibels, and he opened the door as he murmured to himself. Peter's cooperation made Tony relax a lot of vigilance, and he opened the iron door without even thinking about it, but the moment the door was opened , the shadow outside the door unceremoniously pulled Stark out of the basement unsuspecting.

"Hey wait!"

Tony couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly, but the police uniform was very eye-catching, which made Stark's heart sink deeply.

The policeman held Stark against the damp wall, and then a pair of cold handcuffs were stuck to Tony Stark's skin.

Oops.

"Squat down! Put your hands behind your back!"

After the handcuffs were closed, the latter pulled Stark up from the wall and pressed him to the ground, yelling at him to squat down. At this moment, the brown-haired middle-aged man finally saw the other's face clearly.

This time Stark was completely stunned, his eyes widened and he was almost speechless——

"My God...America's Sweetheart?!"

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