Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

May Parker is baking small biscuits in the kitchen. Peter likes to eat these small desserts she made. The child is growing now. When he came back last time, he almost swept the entire refrigerator and ate a whole roast chicken. , causing her to worry for a while whether Peter had hyperthyroidism.

She looked at her watch, and it was almost time for Peter to leave school. I hope Peter can come back soon. New York is a bit unsafe recently...May raised her head and thought about it...To be precise, New York has never been safe.Every now and then a thug, alien, mad scientist, Super Mario jumping around in a leotard over the city... no, that's not its name, what's its name, yeah, spiderman.

Mei laughed at her poor brain, put on her gloves and took out the steaming biscuits.The doorbell rang, and Mei put down the baking tray and hurried to open the door. There was a man and a woman standing outside. The man introduced himself very neatly: "Mrs. Parker, hello, I am the person in charge of the Stark Foundation Young Scientist Training Program." Holmes, this is... my chauffeur, Lucy Long."

Lucy was no longer willing to bother to roll her eyes anymore.

Holmes pretended to be very happy: "Your nephew's outstanding performance in the physics competition has attracted our attention. We hope to have the opportunity to chat with him."

Mei covered her mouth excitedly: "Peter? Really? The Stark Foundation has taken a fancy to him? Oh oh oh...please sit down!" Mei asked the two to sit on the sofa and make tea by themselves.

Holmes and Lucy, who was covered in black lines, walked into Peter Parker's house. Lucy looked around curiously with a pilgrimage, my God, this is Peter's house, and the picture on the fireplace is with a baseball The little boy with one tooth missing is little Peter, he is so cute, little angel chirping!

Holmes' disappointed voice came from the side: "It seems that Mrs. Parker doesn't know that her nephew is Spider-Man. Otherwise, her first reaction should be to check our identity documents instead of letting us in."

"How are you sure there's Spider-Man living here?"

"Conjecture, Lucy, this is the part I'm good at, the deductive method." Holmes said, "Since I have to explain it again when Spider-Man himself returns, in order to save some tongues, I decided not to answer this question for the time being."

May Parker warmly entertained the two of them with hot tea. Lucy rolled her eyes and asked Mrs. Parker where the bathroom was with a smile. Called Peter Parker: "Peter, listen to me, if you go home, you will find that I am also there, and there is a man who looks very unfriendly, he knows your identity, but anyway, Please believe me, I didn't tell you your identity."

"What? Lucy, I can't hear what you're saying right now."

Lucy could hear the wind whistling over the city while she was on the phone: "Where are you now?"

"I'll be home in a minute."

Hanging up the phone, Lucy leaned against the window on the second floor and took a deep breath to calm herself down and think of other ways. The late autumn wind made her body tremble, and Lucy shook her head, letting go of her troubles. Forget it, sighed, and closed the window.

"Wait, wait, don't close the window!!!!" A red and blue shadow approached rapidly from a distance, Lucy heard the voice outside, and turned her head slowly, her pupils dilated rapidly because of panic.

"Snapped!"

May and Holmes, who were in the living room, stopped talking and looked upstairs at the same time.

Lucy covered her mouth, watching the heavy slap on the window, and the Spider-Man in uniform slipped down like a puddle of mud, she quickly opened the window, and whispered to the Spider-Man who fell in the grass: "Peter, you are all right Bar!"

"Who's up there?" May's voice came from the stairs. Lucy was at a loss and wanted to find a place to hide. She grabbed her wrist with one hand, opened the door of a bedroom and pushed her in.

May walked up the stairs, looking at the empty hallway and the wide-open windows.May knocked on Peter's room: "Peter, are you back?"

No one answered, May turned the doorknob and it was locked.Behind the door, Peter covered Lucy's mouth and pressed her against the door panel. The two held their breaths, listening to the sound of May's footsteps gradually receding. Lucy's chest heaved and pressed against Peter's body, Peter breathed a sigh of relief, noticing the close distance between the two, he hastily bounced himself half a step back, dropped his schoolbag and took off his headgear: "Why are you here?"

Lucy decided to make a long story short, the first sentence: "Someone found out your real identity, and he's downstairs."

Peter's eyes widened.

The second sentence: "I didn't tell him."

May chatted happily with Holmes, a handsome young man who always seemed to find just the right way to compliment her. He noticed that his shoes were the autumn-winter models that Chanel had just hit the shelves, and he noticed that he had cut new ones. Hairstyle, and can accurately reveal the brand and color of his own lipstick, chatting with this young man seems to never feel the passage of time.

But what about that woman?It suddenly occurred to May that another guest had just disappeared.

"Oh, Miss Lang hasn't come out for a long time." Mei patted her apron and went to find Lucy.At this time, Peter Parker walked in from the door and hugged May uncharacteristically.

"Aunt Mei, someone bullied me, woo woo woo." Peter threw himself into Aunt May's arms.

Mei looked at Peter's side face that had been hit tomorrow, and gasped: "Peter, what's going on with you!"

"When I was crossing the road, a car almost ran over me. I dodged quickly and hit the ground," Peter wiped away tears that didn't exist.

Holmes watched the touching scene in front of him, his eyelids twitched. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that Lucy had come down the stairs quietly and sat beside him.

"Have you seen Spider-Man?"

Lucy shrugged without answering.

Mei stomped angrily at the door: "These blind drivers are simply killers on the streets of New York, my little baby Peter, have you remembered his license plate number, we should sue him..." Mei's eyes suddenly She stared fixedly at a silver sports car in the distance... and the little Beetle behind her with its headlights knocked off. It was a new car she had just bought two months ago.

"Who the hell parked this car!!!!" Mei turned into a fire-breathing dragon and roared angrily. She slapped the hood of the silver sports car, claiming to fight the owner for [-] rounds.

Lucy had begun to consider the possibility of simply throwing the car away and getting a tow truck to tow it away.

Holmes stretched his suit and gave Peter a kind smirk: "Sherlock Holmes, I know you are Spider-Man."

Peter sat cross-legged on the bed, faced Holmes, and explained stutteringly, like a middle school student who just got caught cheating on an exam: "I, I, I, I don't know what you're talking about...I'm not a spider Man, ok, I admit, I admire him a little bit, but I'm just a nerd, Spider-Man can fight crime, and I can only get a D in sports."

"I found an interesting thing. Once a person's secret is exposed, even if he knows that it is meaningless to hide it, he will still do some useless things in hope of miracles, such as..." Holmes spread his hands, pointing with Parker.

Peter's face turned red.

"So in order to make you no longer have to worry about your future, and to clear up Miss Lang's confusion, let me tell you how I deduced that you are Spider-Man."

Lucy glanced at Peter: "If I were you, I would take a dictionary and prepare eighteen words of praise for backup."

福尔摩斯管彼得要了一份纽约的地图：“去年的9月2日，你第一次在这里出现。然后是9月5日，9月14日……”

Holmes continuously recited the time and place where Spider-Man appeared for a whole year: "If a criminal often moves in a certain area, his whereabouts will be regular." He began to recite the places where Spider-Man appeared every time connection.

"Spider-Man is not a criminal." Peter couldn't help retorting.

Holmes kept writing: "Tell this to the New York police, if I didn't have any interest in the chasing game between you and those fat guys whose brains were spoiled by donuts, I would arrest you and go to the police every minute." Do you believe it or not?"

Peter choked.

"Most of the time you go swimming to fight crime. After 4 pm and on Saturdays and Sundays are the peak times, which also means that you may be an office worker or a student. Judging from the videos uploaded on youtube, I Given your height, voice, and age, I've talked to the criminals you've arrested, and I've concluded that you're a high school student."

Peter began to twirl his thumbs nervously.

Holmes took out a black marker pen: "When these cases happened, you didn't have the possibility to swim and attack criminals. After the police received the report, you were 10 minutes later, 4 minutes later, and 16 minutes later. Then...appeared at the scene of the crime, I took your average speed of swinging around in the sky, and calculated the distance a little."

Using the tip of his thumb as the center, Holmes simply calculated the time and distance, drew more than a dozen black circles, the circles intersected each other, and finally located two locations, one was Midtown High School and the other was Peter Parker's Home.

Peter Parker was dumbfounded.

"But...but...this is all your speculation, and you still have no direct evidence." Peter still wanted to resist.

Holmes stopped talking nonsense, picked up a hockey puck, and poked it towards the ceiling. The red and blue Spider-Man fiber tights fell to the ground with a clatter along with the ceiling tiles, and Peter grabbed the tights with a loud cry. Opening the closet and throwing it in, he turned around and looked at the two of them panting and terrified.

Holmes stroked his stubble: "The secret identities of most heroes in New York are not secrets to me, but you, Peter Parker, are like an exam paper full of answers in front of me."

Lucy took a deep breath and cast a pitiful look at the little spider: "Is your dictionary ready?"