[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"You're bored," the man said over his drink, looking him in the eye, "you're wondering why you can't just go back somewhere instead of this bunch of scheming idiots who have money in their eyes What's the fun in this dinner party?"

Harry finished his glass of wine, looked up and saw a person who thought he knew him coming towards him, and there was a person behind him-ah, who would you like to introduce to him, right, to the young Osborne Empire heirs.

Suppress your boredom, Harry told himself, don't let that thing control you, you should see a psychiatrist tomorrow - but no, he said to himself in his head, if the people on the board of directors and the top of the company Knowing that he has a mental problem, he is finished, and he is also finished without a firm grip on Osborne.

He got the urge to gag in his throat, and during that time he thought of that hug, he hugged Aaron Vidic in the stairwell and he hugged him back - and then he thought of Spider-Man and him The look of hugging made the disgusting desire even stronger.But the acquaintance came, and he had to greet him with a smile.

"Harry." The man came to him, it was a young man, about 25 years old, he said first: "I'm sorry about your father."

Come on, you're not at all, it's none of your business.

"Yes," Harry replied, "I—I'm very sad that he didn't deserve to die so early."

"Yes." The man said, Harry remembered his name, they had played together in bars before, and met on some business occasions, Thomas, yes, Thomas—"The passing of old Mr. Osborne It's a pity that he didn't get to see you when you were alone."

How about huddling in a corner at a charity gala and battling being harassed by someone you don't know?

"I didn't make my father proud," Harry sighed, "but there are always so many regrets in the world, aren't there?"

"This is..." He looked at the man next to Thomas. He looked about the same age as Harry, maybe older, with a shy smile on his face.

"This is my cousin, Aaron King." Thomas said, "I have been studying in England before, and also at Cambridge University. I am still surprised that you don't know him."

"Aaron?" Harry felt his smile become a little forced.

"Yes, is this name familiar to you?" Thomas glanced at his cousin and asked with a smile.

"No," Harry said, "it's just because of the name that reminds me of some past events." He took another glass of wine from the passing waiter and drank it down. The opposite Thomas looked a little surprised, and he stared at Harry , said anxiously: "Harry, you don't look - not very well."

"That's right." Harry said, "Maybe it's because he's too sad." He saw the boy named Aaron on the opposite side also pick up a glass of wine, and his shadow was reflected in the glass.

"Oh, maybe it's because it's too sad. Your sadness almost dissipated within two hours of your father's death, Harry, your sadness, your fear, is just because you are afraid that you will die like your father .And remember the past? Is that the past? It was only a day or two ago, I mean, before you found out that you were seriously cheated by someone and then abandoned--" He grinned in the glass, like a real devil.

Harry snatched the glass from the boy's hand and drank it down himself. "I'm sorry." After reacting, he apologized.

"It's okay." Aaron looked at his cousin suspiciously, and Thomas also realized that it was not a good time to disturb Harry, so he said, "We still have something to do—"

"Goodbye," said Harry immediately, "I'm sorry, I thought I was being rude."

"No, it's okay, I understand you, father's death is really hard to accept." Thomas said, "I will visit you the next day."

No, you'd better not come, I can't help but kill you.His mind was a little fuzzy, Harry thought, but it wasn't a bad feeling, seeing Thomas and his cousin leave and finally feeling his mind back under his control.

What was his cousin's name?

As if intoxicated by the feeling, Harry went to the long table and picked up another glass of wine and drank it down.

Aaron, Aaron King, Aaron Vidic.

He made an excuse to leave halfway through the dinner, because he felt that his sanity was gradually lost in alcohol, and he didn't realize that he didn't take the driver until he sat in the car, because he was in the car. The appearance of that person can be seen in the reflective place, that person chattering and inducing him to destroy, kill, and do anything according to the malice in his heart.

He was lying on the driver's seat of the car, and the dim yellow light of the underground garage shone coldly on his body.

"Don't you think Aaron Vidic is dangerous?" A voice came. He thought it was a shadow by the car window, but when he turned around, he saw another person sitting next to him. It was not a shadow but a complete person. He was playing with a gun in his hand.

No, Harry thought, after he drank, his mind was clearly back under his control——

"The part that belongs to you has returned to your hands, which means that you can't wait to separate me." That person, his other self winked at him, "Hello, me."

"Get out!" Harry yelled.

The man ignored his anger, and said to himself: "I have been thinking about it for the past few days, and then I found out that the root of all your tragedies is related to someone."

"You experimented with spider serum on him, and he succeeded, and our father thought he had a good chance of succeeding—then he died, and then you had to take over Osborne at such a young age—what did you even Not ready yet; you fell in love with him, you shared so much with him, who would enjoy so much attention from you? You waited for him for hours at his institute to go back to the villa together, you gave him Talk about your past, your family genetic disease, you confessed to him-ah, you didn't confess, but he must know that you like him. What about him? He lied to you about everything, he said he would hunt down nine heads in the future Snake? No, he won't, he'll be back in America to be reunited with his spider lover, and you've sent him to America to play the role of a poor victim; and then the day after he leaves you get sick , you injected him with serum and he became what he is now. And what are you still thinking? Just let him go? Forgive him? Don't hold him accountable and let him and his spider lover continue to live happily together ?”

Because of this passage, Harry's teeth trembled, his heart seemed to be splitting, and pain, anger, and unspeakable jealousy continued to emerge from the crack, as if it was the source of an ocean of emotions.

The author has something to say: Harry is so cute.