Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

Chapter 159 So who is the villain?

Roland indeed had no intention of killing him at all. How should I put it, this trip was just a mission to see if there was any money to be made.

I believe that Norman at this time must already know what fear is, and he must also know Roland.

Therefore, after chasing after him, Roland stopped chasing. He turned a corner and turned to another direction.

Send Buddha to the West~
Once you agree to help someone, you have to be thorough.

……

The place Roland went to was the home of Norman Osborne.

When Roland first came to this world, under the help of Little Spider, he once met Norman's son, Little Spider's good friend Harry, at Little Spider's house.

How should I put it, Little Spider's idea is probably good and completely understandable.

This child has not had many friends since he was a child, and because his uncle's teachings to him were too... pedantic?
I don’t know if I should say this, but it is true that Uncle Ben is the same as the adoptive father of Da Chao next door. Although he is ordinary, he has extremely high demands on himself on a moral level and is also extremely good at guiding his children to make them become The kind of person who has a higher moral standard.

Therefore, Da Chao's adoptive father next door raised Da Chao to be a moral model, close to the existence of a saint, so much so that Bat Man, who had a lump in his throat, once admitted: Superman's only weakness is his kindness. When I shoot him with a kryptonite bullet, When he was, he could have dodged bullets with speed close to the Flash and punched me into pieces, but he didn't, so I won.

The supermarket next door is like this, and the little spider here is similar.

Uncle Ben hanging in the sky makes the little spider grow into a person who is willing to hurt himself to protect others under any circumstances, so, so! He was bullied as a matter of course.

Roland still remembers, what was the name of the person who bullied him every day? Roland wanted to avenge the little spider to repay the kindness of the little spider for dragging him out of the puddle, but what did the little spider say?

He felt that after he had the ability to resist, it would hurt the guy's self-esteem.

Oh my gosh...this is what a person can say...cough!

In short, this child does not have many friends, to be precise, less than or equal to one. So when Roland became the second person in his life who could be called a friend, he was a little at a loss.

Roland and Harry were not the same kind of people at all.

That meeting wasn't very pleasant, that is, Roland came as a guest, and Spider-Man's elder Aunt May was also present. Otherwise, when Harry threatened Roland, his blood would have been spilled on the street.

However, Roland didn't take this matter to heart. He knew very well in his heart: again, they were not the same people at all.

If it weren't for the little spider in the middle, neither of them would know each other.

Therefore, there is no such thing as holding a grudge. Roland really didn't have any personal emotions when he came this time.

He just found it interesting.

I don’t know how this guy will face his friends after knowing the truth.

…………

Flying towards the Osborne family's mansion at a neither fast nor slow speed, Roland was sure that someone would definitely discover him if he showed up like this, and this was exactly what he needed.

"Ah, this is it."

The Osborne house can be said to be heavily guarded. After all, Norman is not only rich, but needs to be guarded against gangsters. His true identity, what he is currently researching, and what he is doing... these all make him feel weird. of insecurity.

He knows how bad he is, so he doesn't believe that others are that good.

However, these carefully arranged defensive measures are of course just decoration for a person who has absolute power to suppress and can carry out transposition movements in space.

Roland walked to the door in a swaggering manner, reached in through the iron fence, pulled the guard over and pulled him against the door!
when!
We got the access card, but we don’t use it, we just play!
ROOM!

Roland suddenly appeared from outside the door directly in front of the guards who came to support him. This was obviously a scene he did not expect.

So, the hand that raised the gun was a little slower, and Roland hooked him on the chin.

"Hiss... I didn't mean it. I hope Norman bought you insurance."

Grinding his teeth to get rid of the discomfort caused by seeing other people's jaws broken, Roland raised his head and happened to see a room upstairs and suddenly turned off the light.

"They are quite perceptive and quite smart. Are children from rich families smarter? It's worth discussing. It's worth discussing..."

Keeping talking to himself, Roland walked leisurely, as if he had returned to his own home, and walked into Norman's house.

"Wow! You are indeed a rich man. There are two people living in this house and there is such a long table!"

The standard features of mansions in TV dramas are all found here, including gorgeous crystal lamps, long solid wood tables, various ancient oil paintings, and spiraling escalators...

When the little spider comes to this house, it takes a while to swing from one end to the other.

Damn it Norman!

……

Climbing up the stairs, Roland looked like a tourist, or a guest visiting a classmate's home.

When he walked to the door of each room, he would knock gently, then wait for two or three seconds, then appear in the room like a ghost, look around, and ask softly: "Harry, ha." Li~? Are you~ here~~~~"

…………

Of course Harry is there.

He would not have gone to bed so early. When the gunfire rang out downstairs, Harry was reading in the library at home. He knew that the security level at home was very high. Although he didn't know why his father was so guarded against danger, Harry Didn't ask.

When the gunfire rang out, Harry immediately thought it was a misfire, because it was the first gunshot since the home was equipped with security.

He quickly walked to the window and looked out the window carefully. He saw a guy in a black windbreaker, knocking down the guard with one punch, looking down and saying something.

Harry quickly ran to turn off the light and ran back to the window, hoping the guy was gone.

But, he didn't.

Harry saw the guy coming this way, saw him raise his head, saw him waving gently...

Harry even felt that at a certain moment, he and the guy looked at each other.

Did he see me?

Saw it! You must have seen it!

What is he here for? Steal something? robbery? Or……

Inevitably, Harry thought about his father, who had been acting strangely recently.

If that's the case...

But there was no time to think about this now. Harry quickly called his father, but for some reason, he never answered.

run!
Harry hurriedly ran out of the library. Although he didn't know where to run, the guy just now had already seen him here. It was not safe.

However, just as he reached the stairs, Harry saw the door to the room downstairs opened and a person walked in.

Turning around and running away as quickly as possible, Harry knew that the guy would not be waiting downstairs, he would come up, and he would come to find him!

He ran into a room in a panic. Harry bundled up and hid behind the door. He was extremely nervous and prepared to report the crime with trembling hands, but...

Thinking of his father, Harry hesitated and turned off the phone again.

No matter what is in the house, no matter what his father is hiding, no matter what the guy outside is looking for... in short, this cannot be known to others.

Holding his breath, Harry looked at the dark nothingness ahead and could only pray silently in his heart.

I hope that guy doesn’t find himself here...

At this moment, Harry vaguely heard a sound. The sound was not clear, but it felt like... very close.

So he leaned back further and put his ear against the wall. Now he could hear clearly, but he preferred not to hear.

What he heard was the sound of someone knocking on the door of the next room.

Dang~dang~dang~
Then he heard the guy's voice.

"Harry~Harry~are you here~~"

Farke! !
That guy knows me! He knows who I am! He's here to find me!

Involuntarily, Harry's breathing became rapid. The heartbeat also picked up.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, his nose flaring, and he was breathing heavily, but this still could not solve the problem of tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing, so he had to open his mouth and take a big breath.

Harry felt a little regretful now. Maybe he shouldn't have hidden here just now. Maybe he should have kept running forward. Maybe he should have made that phone call...

He reached behind him and something hit his leg. Well, it was a baseball bat!

Holding the baseball bat in his hand, Harry's fear actually dissipated a lot because of the baseball bat.

With this distraction, Harry never heard the sound outside again. Was he gone? Or in the house next door? Should I run out now and try to get a safer chance for myself, or... should I wait here, but what if he knocks on the door too...

when! Dang~dang!
The sound of knocking on the door suddenly sounded in his ears!

The hand holding the bat tightened suddenly!
At this moment, Harry's breathing stopped.

Sweat flowed from his forehead and stung his eyes, but Harry did not dare to reach out to wipe it, nor did he dare to close his eyes. He was afraid of making any noise and letting the other party find out that he was hiding here.

"Harry~Harry~"

At this time, the voice sounded again, and Harry even felt that it came from behind him and from his ears. In the blur, Harry even felt that someone was breathing behind his ears...

squeak~ squeak~
The sound of the door opening wasn't very loud, but in Harry's ears at this moment, it was even louder than the sound of fireworks exploding.

He could only shrink his body as much as possible, avoid the door that was pushed toward him, and hide his presence.

And that voice was just a door away from him.

"Are you here~Harry? Hehehehe..."

The person outside the door let out a weird laugh, and Harry heard him take a step forward, step into the door, take another step, and stop.

"I see you."

Cardiac arrest!

Harry almost swung the stick away, but didn't.

After a second or two, the voice continued: "Is it really not here... or..."

Then the footsteps continued and Harry heard the man enter the room.

He stepped on the solid wood floor, making a slight sound. The sound of the hard soles rubbing against the wood tortured Harry, and seemed to form the same pattern as his heartbeat.

The sound seemed to appear directly in his ears, but it happened to be so far away and so close...

The footsteps stopped.

There was silence in the room, and there was no sound. Harry hid at the door. The door that was pushed in blocked almost all his sight. In the darkness, he could not see or feel anything. Only his own beating heartbeat reminded him that he was still alive, living in fear.

"It seems... I'm really not here... Then let's go find the next room... Harry~ Harry~ I'm here to find you~~~"

The sound came from far to near, passed by him, then gradually faded away, and finally disappeared silently behind his ears.

"call……!"

Harry let out a heavy breath, and then he realized that his palms were covered in sweat, and his eyes were stung by sweat, and he couldn't close them, and he shed big tears.

He quickly moved one hand away and used his wrist to wipe the sweat around his eyes, but the more he wiped, the more painful it became. The more he wiped, the more he wiped, and finally he cried silently.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe half a minute? Harry finally stopped crying, and his eyes were no longer stinging with sweat. However, when he leaned against the wall behind him exhausted, he realized that his back was already wet with sweat.

This damn...terrible murderer...

Harry was still holding the stick, and he was thinking that maybe he could make a phone call now, maybe he could run out, or jump out of the window. This was only the second floor, so there shouldn't be any danger, and that guy should be there at this time. At the end of the corridor, this is your best chance...

He, he won't come back, he... must have left...

Lowering his head again and putting his ear close to the wall, Harry heard no sound, only his own breathing.

Great, that guy is gone!

Harry was very happy. He almost wanted to cheer for himself, glad that he had escaped with his life. He couldn't help but raise his head, raised his fist high, and almost shouted...

He saw a head sticking out from the open door frame, eyes wide open, staring at him.

"Hey hey hey... hello~ Harry..."

The head that looked like it was growing out of the top of the door opened its mouth, showing a mouth of white teeth, and said with a serious smile: "I found you..."

"Ah aa——!!!"

Harry couldn't bear it any longer. After screaming, he waved the stick in his hand and ran towards the window.

At this time, there were no other thoughts in his mind. He just wanted to run quickly, get away from that door, and get away from that terrible head!
When Harry ran to the window, there was a crash and the window shattered completely. Harry saw a black shadow flying in from the window.

At the same time, he also heard a voice.

"Harry! Run! Run!"

Harry was so stunned that he didn't even realize the wound on his face was made by the glass.

Because he knew that voice.

That voice is...

"dad?!"

After shouting this uncontrollably, Harry saw the black figure tremble, then did not look back, but rushed towards the door at a faster speed.

"Run!"

The voice shouted: "Get out of here alive! Don't avenge me! Run! Harry!"

(End of this chapter)