I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

"What is his job?"

"He is a scientist in the field of biological sciences."

Do you love your father?

"I think so."

“He loves you too, Harry, he loves you very much.”

Inside the room, Harry lay on the bed, his consciousness drifting into a deep sleep.

Dr. Warren, sitting by the bed, was guiding his subconscious through hypnosis.

Dr. Warren, wearing glasses, was scribbling something on a piece of paper when he asked Harry, "Do you remember how your mother died?"

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

Will you resent your father for this?

"I do not know."

Dr. Warren continued to hint at him, “Your mother loves you too, Harry. Your parents both love you very much. Although your mother is no longer here, your father will love you even more than before. You will receive double the love.”

"You will forget all your unhappiness, and you will become like the Osborne family, who love to pursue success."

After giving Harry all the instructions, Dr. Warren stood up, glanced at Harry who was now sound asleep, and walked out of the room.

Norman was already waiting in the living room.

“Harry is in very good condition, Mr. Osborn.”

Dr. Warren respectfully told Norman, "My advice is to continue the treatment; he hasn't had nightmares for several days now."

He is a psychologist with extensive experience in the diagnosis and treatment of hypnosis.

They've now been asked to do psychological therapy for Harry.

But it's clear that this kind of psychotherapy is more like a malevolent form of psychological suggestion.

Norman glanced up at Harry's room upstairs and asked Dr. Warren, "Is your keyword therapy working?"

"The effect is very good, but..."

Dr. Warren hesitated for a moment, then said, "Mr. Osborn, I think we need to have a serious talk. This is having a long-term impact on Harry's mental health, and perhaps we should stop this."

"Dr. Warren."

Norman rudely interrupted him, "Are you really bothered by your behavior?"

Dr. Warren pushed up his glasses, and the wrinkles on his aged face tightened.

He hesitated before saying to Norman, "Yes, I think Harry might need more professional psychological counseling."

Norman bluntly told him, "Doctor, you must understand one thing: the reason you receive such a high salary is because of this special job."

Warren looked at the other person's serious face and stopped trying to say anything more.

"Alright, sir."

He nodded to Norman and then left the room.

Norman Osborne narrowed his eyes, a complex expression on his face, as he watched Dr. Warren's departing figure.

"This is truly amazing!"

Uncle Ben is still shocked by what happened in the evening.

At that moment, Uncle Ben and Peter were in the supermarket.

As Uncle Ben was selecting items, he turned to Peter and said, "I never expected you to win a prize, Peter. May and I are so proud of you."

Tonight, the fake document Peter had commissioned was finally completed.

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

After all, they had never heard of Peter attending a science fair.

Although he had no doubt about his nephew's love of science, he never expected Peter to win the award.

Peter, standing nearby, showed no remorse whatsoever for deceiving Uncle Ben.

He originally intended to use the school scholarship, but ended up going to a shady science fair instead.

I also rewarded myself with $50,000.

Even if Aunt Mei and her partner investigate, they won't find anything suspicious.

Uncle Ben and Peter were talking when they walked to the counter and asked the clerk, "Do you have any of those big flashlights? And we'd also like a shield to block out the light from the flashlight."

The shop assistant was a thin man with a large forehead and sharp eyes. He smiled and asked, "For hunting?"

"what?"

"You want a flashlight for deer hunting? Tonight?"

Uncle Ben said with a smile, "I'd like to, but I don't have a hunting license; this is just for night fishing."

The shop assistant blinked, quickly found a flashlight, and said to Uncle Ben, "Look... this kind of large flashlight doesn't have a cover, but you can cut a small hole in the middle of a piece of felt, and that will emit the light of a small pen-shaped flashlight."

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

"Of course, what else would you like today?"

“A waterproof camping blanket, eight feet long and eight feet wide, is what our whole family is going to celebrate, to celebrate my nephew becoming a scientist.”

Uncle Ben patted Peter on the shoulder and said happily.

"Congratulations, that's $12.5 in total."

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

Two Black men wearing North Carolina hats barged into the store.

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

The black man stormed into the store, holding a pistol and pointing it at the store owner.

Peter and Uncle Ben, the only two customers in the store, were also threatened with guns pointed at them by the black man.

"Hey, calm down, buddy!"

The shop owner immediately raised his hand, signaling the other party to calm down.

Peter, standing nearby, was somewhat speechless.

Did I just stumble upon a free item at the supermarket?

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

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

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

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

The black man gestured for Uncle Ben to hand over his wallet.

Uncle Ben instinctively used his body to shield Peter, preventing him from being exposed to the enemy's guns.

Given his temperament, he would never hand over the money like that.

But thinking of his nephew behind him, he finally gave in and handed the wallet to him.

Peter, who was being protected by Uncle Ben, was slightly moved.

In his uncle's heart, he had always been the nephew he was proud of.

In times of crisis, he would not hesitate to shield himself from danger.

Looking up, the man standing behind Uncle Ben had a sharp look in his eyes.

"Whoosh!"

Tiny, almost inaudible black raindrops bounced off the wrist of the black man holding the gun.

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

Before another Black man could even react to what was happening, he suffered the same treatment as his accomplice.

The black man, clutching his aching, corroded wrist, squatted on the ground in agony.

Then Peter picked up the metal trash can next to him and, to the astonishment of the clerk and Uncle Ben, smashed it down on the other person.

"state!"

Two Black men were slammed to the ground.

Chapter 90 The First Dangerous Public Performance

The shop assistant quickly took out the handgun he had hidden and aimed it at the two thugs.

"Don't move!"

The situation instantly reversed; the thug, who was clutching his wrist and groaning, was pointed at with a gun and immediately raised his hands.

On their way back, Uncle Ben and Peter walked along the dim streetlights.

The two robbers in the supermarket have been taken away by the police who arrived at the scene.

Uncle Ben stopped and asked Peter, "Peter, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Uncle Ben."

Uncle Ben walked over, patted Peter on the shoulder, and said, "That's good, Peter. You've always been a good boy, a vibrant and hopeful boy, I've always believed that."

"I don't know what happened to you recently that made you not as cheerful and talkative as before."

Uncle Ben said with emotion, "But I know you've always been a kind child, just like what you just did."

A car drove by on the roadside, kicking up a few fallen leaves.

Uncle Ben looked into Peter's eyes and said, "Your father had a belief, and he believed it deeply. That belief accompanied him throughout his life and benefited him greatly."

"What is it, Uncle Ben?"

Peter indicated that he was listening.