I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

"what your name?"

"Harry Osborn."

"Who is your father?"

"Norman Osborne."

"What does he do?"

"He's a biological scientist."

"Do you love your father?"

"I think so."

"He loves you too, Harry, he loves you very much."

In the room, Harry's consciousness, lying on the bed, entered a deep sleep.

Dr. Warren, sitting beside the bed, was conducting guided hypnosis on his subconscious.

Dr. Warren, who was wearing glasses, was recording something on the paper and asked Harry, "Do you remember how your mother died?"

Harry, with his eyes closed, replied, "Yes, I remember."

"Do you resent your father for this?"

"I have no idea."

Dr. Warren continued to hint to him: "Your mother loves you too, Harry. Your parents love you very much. Although your mother is no longer here, your father will love you even more than before, and you will get double the benefits." like."

"You will forget all the unpleasantness, and you will become the kind of Osborne family who likes to chase success."

After giving Harry all the guidance, Dr. Warren stood up, glanced at Harry who was sleeping peacefully, and walked out of the room.

In the living room, Norman was already waiting there.

"Harry is in very good condition, Mr. Osborne."

Dr. Warren respectfully said to Norman: "My suggestion is to continue treatment. He has not had nightmares for several days."

He is a psychiatrist with extensive experience in hypnosis diagnosis and treatment.

Now he is invited to provide psychological treatment for Harry.

But it is obvious that this kind of psychological treatment is more like evil psychological suggestion.

Norman glanced towards Harry's room upstairs and asked Dr. Warren: "Does your keyword psychotherapy work?"

"It works great, but..."

Dr. Warren hesitated and said, "Mr. Osborne, I think we need to have a good talk. This has a long-term impact on Harry's psychology. Maybe we should stop this."

"Dr. Warren."

Norman interrupted him rudely, "Do you really mind your behavior?"

Dr. Warren pushed up the frames of his glasses, and the wrinkles on his old face tightened.

He said hesitantly to Norman: "Yes, I think Harry may need more professional psychological counseling."

Norman said to him unceremoniously: "Doctor, please understand one thing, that is, the reason why you get generous compensation is because of this special job."

Warren looked at the other party's serious face and stopped talking.

"Okay, sir."

He nodded to Norman and left the room.

Staring at Dr. Warren's leaving figure, Norman Osborne squinted his eyes, with an uncertain expression on his face.

"This is amazing!"

Uncle Ben was still shocked by the evening's events.

At this time, Uncle Ben and Peter were in the supermarket.

While Uncle Ben was selecting the goods, he turned to Peter and said, "I didn't expect you to get the bonus. Peter, Mei and I are both proud of you."

Tonight, the fake certificate Peter hired someone to make was finally completed.

When the staff handed him the letter and check, he and Aunt May were both shocked and in disbelief.

After all, they had never heard of Peter going to the science fair.

Although he had no doubt about his nephew's love for science, he did not expect Peter to win the prize.

Peter next to him didn't feel the slightest bit guilty about deceiving Uncle Ben.

He originally wanted to use a school scholarship, but ended up looking for a pheasant science fair instead.

Then he spent some money to let the other party choose his first place.

By the way, I spent my own money to reward myself with 50,000 US dollars.

In this way, even if Aunt Mei and the two go to investigate, they won't be able to find anything fishy.

Uncle Ben and Peter were talking, walked to the counter, and asked the clerk: "Do you have a big flashlight like that, and a cover that can block the light of the flashlight?"

The clerk was a thin man with a big head and sharp eyes. He smiled and said, "Is it for hunting?"

"What?"

"You want a deer hunting flashlight? For tonight?"

Uncle Ben smiled and said: "I would like to, but I don't have a hunting license. This is just for night fishing."

The clerk blinked, quickly found a flashlight, and said to Uncle Ben: "Look...this big flashlight doesn't have a cover, but you can use a piece of felt cloth to dig a small hole in the middle, so that it can emit a pen-like flashlight." The light of the small flashlight came on."

Uncle Ben thanked the clerk: "That sounds good, thank you."

"Of course, what else do you want today?"

"A tarpaulin, eight feet long and eight feet wide, that our family was going to celebrate my nephew becoming a scientist."

Uncle Ben patted Peter on the shoulder and said happily.

"Congratulations, the total is $12.50."

When Uncle Ben was about to take out the cash, the door of the supermarket was suddenly pushed open.

Two black men wearing North Carolina Rollie hats broke into the store.

"Don't move! Fake! Stand there and don't move!"

The black man who entered the store aggressively held a pistol in his hand and pointed it at the store owner.

As the only customers in the store, Peter and Uncle Ben were also threatened by black men at gunpoint.

"Hey, calm down! Man!"

The shop owner immediately raised his hand to signal the other person to calm down.

Peter next to him was speechless.

Have you encountered zero-dollar shopping at the supermarket?

"I told you to shut up! Open the checkout!"

The black man yelled at the clerk and rummaged through the cash register.

The other black man focused his attention on the wallet in Uncle Ben's hand.

"Hey, old guy, give me your wallet."

The black man motioned to Uncle Ben to hand over his wallet.

Uncle Ben subconsciously used his body to block Peter so that Peter would not be exposed to the opponent's gun.

According to his temper, he would never hand over the money like this.

But when he thought of his nephew behind him, he finally compromised and chose to hand the wallet to the other party.

Peter, who was protected by Uncle Ben, felt slightly moved in his heart.

In Uncle Ben's heart, he has always been the nephew that makes him proud.

In times of crisis, he will not hesitate to protect himself from danger.

He raised his head, standing behind Uncle Ben, his eyes became stern.

"Whoosh!"

Tiny, almost inaudible black raindrops ricocheted onto the wrists of the black man holding the gun.

The black man let out a scream, and the pistol in his hand suddenly fell to the ground.

Before the other black man could realize what was happening, he received the same treatment as his accomplice.

The black man, holding his corroded and painful wrist, squatted on the ground in pain.

Then Peter raised the metal trash can next to him, and while the store clerk and Uncle Ben stared at each other in dumbfounded eyes, he slammed it at each other.

"state!"

The two black men were hit hard on the ground.