[Comprehensive Britain and the United States] A perfect match

The factory was bombed and the criminal evidence was burned. Naturally, the police did not get any clues.Peter and Daredevil's adventure is basically for nothing.

After sending the message, Peter said goodbye to Daredevil with some frustration, and went home to rest.

"Aha--"

"Peter, this is your fifth yawn."

The next morning, Anakin sat in his office, gritted his teeth and said—he was resisting the urge to yawn with Peter.Ned, who was behind Peter, couldn't help but hit him several times.

"I'm sorry, Mister Skywalker, I didn't sleep well last night." Peter rubbed his eyes.

Now that it was college application time, Anakin was writing Peter and Ned's science fair team testimonials.

Hearing Peter's words, Anakin looked up at him: "It must be because of the bombing in Hell's Kitchen, right? I heard that half of New York City was woken up." You are Spider-Man, and you probably know about it.

"Yes, good to hear you live in the suburbs," said Peter.

"Take it, don't you want to apply for MIT?" Anakin handed the certificate to Peter and asked casually, "I heard that Tony Stark gave you an internship certificate. Stark's family is from Massachusetts Institute of Technology. One of the directors of the Polytechnic Institute has a very close relationship with the school, would you like to ask Stark for a favor?"

"No, I don't really want to leave New York, so I applied to Columbia University." Peter smiled sheepishly.Spider-Man wouldn't be Spider-Man if he left New York.

Anakin knew why Peter stayed in New York: MIT was in Cambridge, Boston, and there weren't many tall buildings for Spider-Man to climb.Besides, after all, Spider-Man is a good neighbor of New Yorkers, so it doesn't feel right to go to another city suddenly.

"Well, your aunt is getting old and needs you to take care of her more in New York." Anakin made an excuse for Peter, "Where's Ned? Are you going to Columbia University?" Although Ned looked like Peter's The follower, in fact, is also a master of science and engineering, and has no problem getting into a prestigious school.

The black and fat Ned smiled foolishly at the side: "Stay in New York, I can take care of Peter." A fat man like him basically grew up in the school bullying.Going to Columbia with Peter, at least someone to help him.If he goes to Boston, where he is unfamiliar, who knows if the old man will regard him as the first choice for new year pranks.

"Columbia University's School of Engineering is also one of the best in the world." Anakin nodded, and after a few words of encouragement, Peter and Ned left the office.

They walked all the way back, passing the school bulletin board.

"Peter, look," Ned said, pointing to a notice on the wall, "a lawyer who graduated from Columbia University Law School is coming to the school this afternoon to give a public law lecture. Will you go? Maybe he will talk about the campus. life here."

Peter's first instinct was not to go.Lawyers are all guys with great justice in the process. What should he do if he criticizes the vigilante Spider-Man who is privately enforcing the law at the beginning?Later, he saw the material on the bulletin board saying that this lawyer, Matthew Murdoch, specializes in handling cases for the poor, so Peter became interested—after all, his family is also very poor, so what if he needs to hire a lawyer?

"I'll go," said Peter.

To their surprise, the Murdoch lawyer who came on stage was blind.The other party was very handsome, but it was a pity that he couldn't see him.Wearing sunglasses, he tapped a guide stick on the ground and walked slowly to the podium.

The lawyer spoke very vividly, in a low and pleasant voice.Even though Peter had never met him, there was always a sense of familiarity.This is probably the personality charm of lawyer Murdoch.Peter, who is consciously socially useless, thinks so.

If he also had such social skills, he might have persuaded Vader to take off his hood long ago.

After the lecture, the students left the classroom in twos and threes.Peter packed his bags, ready to leave with Ned.

Click, click, click.

The light sound of the blinding stick hitting the ground appeared in front of him.

"This classmate, would you mind chatting with me?" Matthew Murdoch asked Peter.Although he can't see, he can magically speak only to Peter.

Peter nodded to Ned, signaling him to go back first.Then he said, "Okay, Lawyer Murdoch."

The people in the lecture hall gradually faded away.Lawyer Murdoch randomly found an empty seat and sat down, patted the seat next to him, and Peter sat down with him.

"This is the first time I've met you on this occasion, Spider-Man." Lawyer Murdoch said at the beginning.

"You must be Daredevil." Peter was surprised at the calmness of his tone, perhaps because his identity had been exposed too many times, so he was a little numb.

"You're very adaptable," Daredevil pointed out. "Your heart didn't beat much faster when I told you who you were."

"Probably... practice makes perfect." Peter said feebly.He began to wonder what the point of wearing the mask was, since almost everyone in the world knew who Spider-Man was.

"And you are also very keen, and immediately realized my identity." Daredevil continued.

"Blind people, but I can call out my identity immediately as if I can see. Dude, I don't think it's difficult to guess, is it?" Peter shrugged, "You told me last night that everyone's The heartbeat is different. You must have recognized me by the heartbeat."

"And your voice." Daredevil added, "I will speak in a low voice when I go out at night. I suggest you also use a voice changer, like Vader. For people with sensitive hearing like me, your The voice is so recognizable."

"Well, well, it seems that this sentence is not the first time I have heard it." Peter muttered.

"If Iron Man was standing opposite you instead of me, I'm afraid your voiceprint has already been recorded by some device he used." Daredevil said.

Startled, Peter understood how Mr. Stark found himself.When I was Spider-Man, I talked too much, and several scenes of chivalry were recorded and posted on social networking sites.If someone really wants to find himself, these are ready-made clues.

"You're right, I really need to pay attention, thank you for your suggestion, Daredevil." Peter replied with a more solemn attitude.

"Call me Matt." Matthew Murdoch announced his nickname.

Peter said kindly: "Okay, Matt, did you heal from yesterday's injury?"

"It's almost better."

"It's a pity that the New York police were late yesterday, and nothing was left at the factory." Peter secretly hacked into the police database in the morning and saw the internal results.

Matt sighed: "Yesterday, I didn't expect that behind a drug manufacturing factory, there is actually a shadow of the Hand. That Mrs. Gao is definitely a high-level hand, higher than Xin. Because of her 'Qi' too strong."

Thinking of what happened last night, Peter asked, "The old man Mrs. Gao mentioned is your master?"

"Yes, you must be wondering why both the Hand and I can practice 'Qi'." Matt stroked his blind stick absently, "I'm also curious about this. Stick Man is my mentor, he used to He taught me for a period of time, taught me kung fu, led me to study the mysteries of 'qi', and taught me how to use other senses to live. Later, he felt that my character was too weak, so he left alone."

"I've never felt that way before," Peter said. "You're very determined, both in words and in actions."

"Maybe." Matt said, "Not long ago, the stick man suddenly appeared at my house again. He asked me to help me with one thing - to intercept Hei Kong. I asked him what it was, and he only said that Hei Kong was the Hand A certain important person in the village must be removed, otherwise New York City will be in danger. In view of the love back then, I finally agreed to him. So the next night, we went to the wharf of Hell's Kitchen and broke into the hands. Surrounded by the society, they snatched the black sky."

Having said that, Matt's expression became weird.

"Hei Kong is a strange kid in ragged clothes. I don't know why the Hand regards him as an important person, and I don't know why Stick is so obsessed with it. In order to avoid the hand's pursuit, we two ran separately. Stick in the hands of the old man. When we met again later, he told me that Hei Kong had been killed, so that it would be done once and for all.”

"What? Just killed it like that?!" Peter was dumbfounded.

Matt nodded: "Yes, I had a big fight with Stick over this matter, and we broke up. He left my house that night and never came back. But I was targeted by the Hand and became What they have to eradicate."

"So you don't quite understand all of this either," Peter repeated, earning a silent nod from Matt.

"Well, the Hand is the murderer of our parents, and now it has done such cruel things to those poor Asians. Whatever you want to do to them, count me in." Peter held out his hand.

"Nice cooperation." Matt took his hand as if it could be seen.

The two left each other's contact information and said goodbye to each other.Peter went back to his classroom, while Matt dutifully played the role of an ordinary blind man who couldn't see, and walked to the school gate with his guide stick.

He turned a corner at the end of the corridor, instead of walking towards the door, he turned around and went down the stairs to the second floor.The road was quiet and deserted, so Matt didn't bother to tap the ground with his blind stick.He walked forward without hindrance, and soon stopped at the door of an office, knocking politely.

"Come in." A man's voice came from the office.

Matt turned the doorknob and walked in.He held the blind stick in his hand, as if it was just some kind of decoration.

"Hello, Vader, thank you for giving me the battle suit, I like it very much."

He came in and said with a smile.

Opposite him, Anakin Skywalker was sitting on a chair, wearing a shirt and jeans, a gold mirror, and his hair was combed docilely. His whole demeanor was gentle and refined, as if he were an ordinary middle school teacher.