I'm Spider-Man in Marvel

Chapter 141 Funeral
Under the begging eyes of his friend, Peter's temporary thoughts flashed through his mind, and he quickly made a decision.

But because it was a hasty decision, the overall thinking was inevitably a little vague.

Therefore, the fishing method at work was used in a different way in this situation. Peter forced his friend to the chair to delay the time.

"Harry, the process of the matter is a bit long. Sit down first and let me clear my mind. I will give a complete and comprehensive account of all the information I have investigated."

In the face of this brute force, Harry could only obey his friend's advice and sit down on the chair, just like a weak and helpless sapling, being manipulated by others.

While waiting, Peter's brain began to brainstorm violently.

Recalling Harry's recent work, reading some gossip news has become a new way to relieve boredom.

Peter immediately uses this as a breaking point, starting from the latest gossip news.

"You should have been watching the news about Hell's Kitchen that has been making a lot of noise recently."

"Whenever, why did you drive me... You don't mean to say that my father's death is related to this incident."

"That's right. That night, a battle of nearly a thousand people took place in Hell's Kitchen."

"There are three parties involved in this battle, namely the Hand, the third party led by your father Norman Osborn, and my team and the Society of Purity."

"This is unreasonable. My father is just an ordinary human being. How could he have the ability to join your battle?"

Harry immediately expressed different opinions, and he also understood his father's body.

The most exaggerated description would only be strong. How could my father participate in such a battle with extraordinary power.

"Harry, calm down, I understand your doubts very well, please listen to me first."

Chang quickly made a gesture to stop asking questions, signaling Harry to continue listening.

At the same time, starting here, Peter changed the sequence of development of the whole incident accordingly, creating a white lie.

"Due to the genetic disease of the Osborne family, your father, Mr. Norman, has been fighting the disease."

"Looking for a cure from all over the world, Mrs. Gao from the Hand has her eye on Mr. Norman."

"Temptation and threats came at the same time. Mr. Norman had no choice but to succumb to the Hand and was forced to work for Mrs. Gao."

Here, Peter almost couldn't help but want to stutter,
In his opinion, Norman is indeed dissatisfied with Mrs. Gao, but it is only reflected in who is in the leading position. Most of the crimes he committed have nothing to do with this, and they are all spontaneous behaviors.

Peter quietly adjusted his state and continued to explain the story of that night.

"That night, in Hell's Kitchen, the Hand summoned a demon named 'Beast', and your father was one of the three specially prepared bodies."

"We failed to stop all of this. Mr. Norman was completely controlled by the Hand and came to hunt us down."

Peter could clearly see the complex changes in Harry's eyes, and he naturally understood what was going on in his heart.

"Harry, stop your damned imagination, Madam Gao made a strong appearance. She took the beast from Mr. Norman's body, and also took Mr. Norman's life."

Regarding this point, Peter did not panic at all, because it was indeed the case, and it was Mrs. Gao's tentacles that opened the door of death for Norman, the green goblin.

As for the identity of Green Goblin Norman, Peter said that he has already dealt with it.

Because only three people know about the identity of the Green Goblin, himself, Frank and Tony, neither of them will expose his current plan.

Matt and the others only knew that Norman Osborn had reached a cooperation with the Hand, but they didn't know the identity of the Green Goblin.

At this time, Peter didn't know that there was another insider, the lizard man incarnated by Dr. Connors.

And Harry, the only listener, breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously. He didn't want his speculation to succeed again.

Without asking any more questions, Harry leaned back against the chair, his hands involuntarily massaging his temples.

There are too many 'surprises' today, and each one is more exaggerated than the other.

Peter didn't continue to speak out, he knew that what his friends needed most at the moment was a quiet space for thinking.

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Seeing Harry hugging his father and crying bitterly, Peter fell into a state of confusion. He didn't know whether his actions today were correct.

This plan is only within the scope of a sudden inspiration, but I just don't want Harry to collapse completely, creating the possibility of becoming a second-generation Green Goblin in the future.

Therefore, I chose to use some language skills to form a white lie to cover up the truth of the matter.

After a long time, I saw Harry still not out of the sad state.

Peter approached and waved strands of blue flame spider silk, entwining key parts such as the heart and the back of the head, providing it with a certain healing effect.

After thinking about it, he turned around and went to the desk, wrote down the relevant precautions on a piece of white paper, and then turned and left.

With the pile of blue flame spider silk on his body, Peter believes that it is enough to last until tomorrow morning.

Since Harry couldn't get out of this predicament, let him cry to his heart's content.

After all, venting properly is more conducive to physical and mental health, especially in Harry's situation.

In the blink of an eye, three days later, the time has come to the beginning of December, and a year is about to pass.

Winter is naturally coming as scheduled, with cold wind and heavy snow coming one after another, throwing a classic snow-white coat on the earth.

During these three days, Harry finally got out of the plight of losing his loved ones, and began to deal with the affairs of his father, Norman Osborn.

Today is the day Norman Osborn is buried.

The weather in the morning was still quite good, the sky was a clear sky.

It's a pity that the weather was unpredictable, and the first snow of the day was ushered in on the way out of the funeral.

Fortunately, it was just a light snow. Flying snowflakes fell from the sky and gradually scattered on everyone.

Peter also came from home a long time ago, and stood by as Harry's friend.

When all the procedures were over, Harry was already sweating profusely even though the temperature outside had dropped below ten degrees.

Because of the soil that buried his father's coffin, Harry didn't choose to let others come, but he did it himself, moving the soil down one shovel after another without stopping for a moment.

Although the journey was extremely hard, Harry always reminded himself that he was the son of Norman Osborn, and he gritted his teeth and persisted with this belief.

Although it is said that a father cannot accompany his son to complete the long journey of life, as a son, he should make a perfect send-off for the last journey of his father's life.

(End of this chapter)