radicalducati Chapter 90 Late Night Talk
Chapter 90 Late Night Talk
Chapter 90 Late Night Talk
inside the room.
The warm yellow light shone on the faces of the boy and the old man.
The old man, wearing reading glasses, stared intently at the gruesome wound on the boy's back.
Holding the needle and thread, she hesitated for a moment, but finally decided to sew up the horrible gash.
"Are you sure you don't need to go to the hospital?"
"It's okay... I have pretty good self-healing abilities..."
'
Peter was slapped on the head as soon as he finished speaking.
"You're quite proud of yourself?!"
"...That's not true."
The needle pierced through the flesh, connecting the wounds together. She felt her nephew's back suddenly tense up, and she reached out her finger to gently stroke it.
"Relax," Aunt Mei said.
Peter nodded and mumbled an "Mmm".
Peter glanced around and saw Black Raven sitting on the desk in a reclining Buddha pose, with a pile of hot fries in front of him, which he didn't know where he got them from.
That look is absolutely infuriating!
As if he had overheard Oz's thoughts, Oz shook his head smugly.
It's as if it's saying, "What can you do to me?"
Peter rolled his eyes in exasperation and asked in a muffled voice, "When did you find out...?"
Upon hearing this, Aunt Mei moved closer to her nephew's back wound to make sure her stitching had gone smoothly before replying, "It's been a while."
Peter remained silent, then tried to turn back to look at the old man, but the old man pushed him back with his hand, signaling him to lie obediently on the stool.
"I...I'm so sorry, Mei, I never meant to worry you..."
"
"uh-huh?"
Peter said softly, "I was afraid you'd worry about me, so I didn't dare tell you."
Aunt May chuckled twice, glanced at Oz, and seeing him leisurely eating his fries, immediately said, "Did you finish the meatloaf I made today? You're eating something else?!"
Please!
Ya Ya protested, then stuffed another French fry into its mouth, indicating that it wouldn't eat it!
Aunt Mei glared at the man, then returned to her sewing work and asked, "Is it because of Ben?"
The boy hummed in agreement.
Aunt May smiled and said, "He will be proud of you."
"Perhaps."
As if remembering something, Aunt Mei nodded slightly and said affirmatively, "No, he will definitely be proud of you. I had a dream about him the other day, and he said he was very happy."
Peter asked in confusion, "Happy?"
Aunt May smiled and patted Peter on the shoulder, gesturing for him to turn around and sew up his chest.
She lowered her head gently: "Yes, he said he saw everything you did and was extremely happy and proud of you."
Peter lowered his eyes and replied softly, "If only he were here."
Aunt Mei said, "I'm absolutely certain he's there, otherwise he wouldn't have come to me in my dreams."
"Perhaps..."
"
After the conversation touched on the deepest thorn in their hearts, they fell silent for a moment.
He probably really treated himself like a piece of clothing. In just a few minutes, the old man had completely sewed up the wound in his chest that had been pierced by the crossbow bolt.
She finished tidying up the needle and thread, stood up, and said, "Keep sitting down, I'll go get some cotton balls and bandages."
"it is good."
While Aunt Mei was away...
Peter couldn't help but yell at Oz, "You bastard, did you already know Mei was at the door?!"
"Yeah, so what?"
"Hiss!"
Peter was furious at this self-righteous attitude.
Oz then said, "And you heard what May said; she already knew, so what does that have to do with me?"
Crow shrugged, indicating that it was completely innocent.
"hehe."
Peter was so angry he was speechless, so he simply changed his position and lay face down on the chair again.
Aunt Mei has returned, carrying a plate with iodine, cotton balls, and other medical supplies.
"You're quite self-disciplined, huh?"
"Of course, I've always been very sensible."
Aunt May sat down again and began to disinfect Peter's wound.
She asked, "Who did they fight? Why haven't we heard a thing?"
Peter rested his chin on his arm and said, recalling the experience, "It felt like stumbling into a strange zoo. There were rhinos, scorpions, and a guy dressed like a lion. Oh, and a lizard man, the one from the news."
"So many?!" The old man was somewhat startled.
Peter sighed inwardly, realizing there was still a whole host of hunters and demons to be had!
However, he certainly couldn't tell the whole story, as that would only make the old man more worried.
After all, I'm already quite worried.
flapping.
The old man and the young man looked at the same time.
After finishing the fries on the table, the crow flapped its wings and flew out the window, seemingly still hungry and preparing to snatch a few more boxes.
Seeing this, Aunt Mei couldn't help but laugh and asked, "So how did you escape from them?"
Peter scoffed, "You really think I've lost?"
"Look at what I'm doing right now, kid. I think you've lost."
After saying that, Aunt May couldn't hold back and slapped Peter on the back of the head.
"I remember you have friends, don't you? Like Gwen, and a new Spider-Man, oh right, and Harry, Iron Man."
"Aren't they here?"
"I wasn't there. I was afraid of bothering them, so I went to face it myself." Peter shrank back, his voice soft.
as predicted.
next second.
The old man slapped him on the back of the head again.
"ability!"
"I know I was wrong! Wait—you know Gwen is Spider-Man too?!"
Aunt May asked doubtfully, "I've seen her Spider-Man costume before on Halloween. Is it really that hard to guess she's the second Spider-Man?"
"Oh, right..."
'
Aunt Mei asked curiously, "Who is the third one?"
Peter looked around, and even though no one was around, he did it anyway, afraid of being overheard.
"It was Officer George Stacy."
"What?!"
Aunt Mei was shocked by this inside story. She said, "He's so old, yet he still can't tell what's important!"
?
'
Peter chuckled twice and said, "I can already imagine what Aunt Helen's expression will be when she finds out."
"
Aunt May tapped his head and said, "Have you thought about what it would be like if I found out your secret?!"
"I dare not think about it."
Aunt Mei smiled.
The wound cleaning and prevention of further infection have been completed.
The best thing she can do now is to let her nephew get some rest.
She sighed, gently stroked Peter's hair, and said softly, "I know your battle with them isn't over yet, but remember, you're not alone. You still have them. You don't have to shoulder all the responsibility yourself."
"Um."
"If they need more people, I think I can help."
"No way!"
Just kidding, get some rest, goodnight.
"I will, and so will you. Goodnight, Mei."
Aunt May left Peter's room, cleaned up the clutter, and returned to her own bedroom to rest.
As soon as she lay down, she saw Oz's figure appear outside the window.
The magical crow opened the window by itself, then hopped in and flew to her.
Aunt Mei smiled helplessly, somewhat puzzled as to what he was trying to do.
Oz came up to Aunt May and tapped his head with his wing.
"I won't touch it!"
"Hey?! I never let anyone touch me, not even my little one!"
The old man snorted, clearly disbelieving, but still placed his palm on the crow's head.
Then, in the next second, her eyes widened in surprise.
"Book?!"
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