Chapter 70 Disappearance

"This afternoon, a robbery occurred at the Central Bank in Brooklyn, New York. The criminal was a rhino monster wearing rhino skin. He broke open the door of the bank's safe with his physical strength alone and robbed tens of millions of dollars in full view of the public.

"Just when the rhino monster was about to flee with the money he had robbed from the bank, our good New York citizen Spider-Man appeared. He originally wanted to use spider webs to trap the rhino monster, but the spider webs that were used to deal with gangsters in the past did not play any role at this time."

"In the end, thanks to the guy who appeared in the sky over New York recently and liked to do good things with a strange smile, the two of them worked together to subdue the rhino monster."

"It has to be said that Spider-Man, who has not been seen for a long time, has fallen to the point of needing help from an unknown little guy. This makes us wonder if this guy has neglected exercise recently and his legs are weak. "

"Speaking of which, compared to Spider-Man or that little guy who wants to attract people's attention with a strange smile, this host still hopes to see Ms. Spider-Woman on the streets of New York. Unfortunately, she hasn't been out much recently, which is a great pity."

"Well, this evening's chat ends here. I am Christopher Walken, the chat host of the Daily Bugle. I hope that all listeners will like this chat show. See you tomorrow."

"Bang!"

In the living room of Osborne Manor, Harry smashed the radio that was broadcasting with the helmet he had just taken off.

"The little guy who wants to attract people's attention with a strange smile!" Harry gritted his teeth and crushed the wreckage of the radio with his feet, as if venting his anger.

"Harry?" Norman, who had just returned from outside, looked at Harry's angry look, regardless of the fatigue on his face, and hurried to him and asked him with concern: "Did you not take your medicine today?"

"Hoohoo! "Harry took two deep breaths, looked at Norman who was so thin that only bones were left in front of him, and eased the anger on his face. He nodded slightly and said, "I finished the medicine yesterday."

"Finished it? Why didn't you tell me yesterday?" When Norman heard Harry say this, he hurriedly pulled Harry to the basement.

Harry felt the coldness in Norman's hands, and the original anger in his heart became calm.

"Wait a moment, I will mix a tube of medicine for you to relieve it." Norman took Harry to the basement, Norman let go of Harry, walked quickly to a table in the room, opened the sealed medicine in the table refrigerator and began to adjust it.

Harry stood behind Norman, quietly looking at his back.

"Harry." Norman, who was adjusting the medicine, called Harry in a low voice.

"Yeah."

"I don't object to you and Peter playing superhero games in New York, but before that, I still hope you can pay attention to your studies. "

"The teacher at Midtown Middle School has called me several times and said that you still haven't gone to school."

"You should know that you are not as smart as Peter. You must have an accurate grasp between playing a superhero and studying in school."

"After all, the Osborn Group is still waiting for you."

Harry began to become more and more impatient as Norman kept chattering. The green light in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and he only heard a few words from Norman.

"You are not as smart as Peter."

"Did you hear that? Whether it is Spider-Man or Peter Parker, you are not as good as him in any aspect." A familiar voice suddenly rang in Harry's ears.

Harry turned around and saw another Norman in the mirror of the laboratory.

A Norman who looked fuller and healthier than the current Norman.

"Father? "Harry called out in a low voice.

Norman, who was full of pride, walked out of the mirror, came to Harry, and gently touched Norman's head.

"Harry, only I know that you are no worse than anyone else."

"Peter is just a poor boy, you don't even need to compare with him."

"As for the title of Spider-Man, it is even less worth mentioning. It is just the glory of Spider-Woman."

"In my opinion, you want to surpass the title of Spider-Man, but it is just a matter of time."

"Of course, if you are eager to let those stupid New York citizens know who is the savior in their minds, the method is actually very simple. "

"Kill Spider-Man in front of them!"

"Harry?" Norman held a reagent that had been adjusted, looked at Harry who was standing there motionless, and waved his hand in front of him with some doubts.

Kill Spider-Man!

"! "Harry suddenly came back to his senses and looked at Norman, who was still thin in front of him.

"The potion is ready, you drink it first." Norman said to Harry with concern: "I will stay up late tonight to make the medicine to relieve your symptoms. The company's affairs are a bit busy. Remember to remind me to refill the medicine for you two days before the medicine is almost finished."

"I know, father." Harry took the potion, looked at Norman who was busy again, and quietly went upstairs.

"Why, are you really going to drink this medicine?"

Just as Harry walked into the living room, Norman, who was full of energy and wearing a pajamas, sat on the sofa with his legs crossed and gave Harry a mocking smile.

"You are not sick at all. Don't you know your own body?" Norman said to Harry: "Look at you now, you are even stronger than before. Do you think this is something a sick person can do?"

"Have you ever doubted why I let you take these messy medicines every day?"

"But that's my father. How could he hurt me?" Harry stood there blankly and whispered.

"Oh? That's your father?" Norman pointed at himself: "If he is your father, then who am I?"

"When have you ever seen me become so haggard?" Norman walked in front of Harry and murmured in a low voice: "Is it possible that I have been here all the time, and the me in the basement is the fake me?"

"No," Harry pressed his head painfully.

A smile appeared on Norman's face, and he opened his mouth to say something else.

"Ah~~~" But at this time, a pleasant song came from the TV in the living room, interrupting Norman's voice and waking Harry up from the chaos. He looked at the medicine in his hand, threw it into the trash can, and looked up at the woman who was singing with her eyes closed on TV.

When it was late at night, when Norman walked out of the basement tiredly while drinking a tube of reagent, a big hole had been broken in the living room window.

Norman looked at the big hole in the window and had a bad premonition in his heart.

He hurried to Harry's room on the second floor.

The door of Harry's room opened, and there was no figure of Harry on the bed.

In the middle of the night, Peter, who was sleeping soundly, received a call from Norman.

"Peter." Norman looked at the reagent in the trash can that had not moved at all, and said to Peter with a heavy face: "Harry, it's gone"

Sorry, it's late again.

Well, I hope everyone still needs to exercise more and drink more water, otherwise it will be really uncomfortable when stones come (tears)

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