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When Little Spider woke up from a coma, he found that he was sitting on the roof of an old high-rise building. The night wind blew his whole body with chills. Peter stamped his feet and couldn't help but hug his arms.
"It's so cold!" The cold wind suddenly woke Peter up.
He judged that he had been lying here for a long time. Otherwise, Spider-Man's resistance would not be so cold. He must have been lying on the platform of this high-rise building for a long time on this cold night before any heat in his body was lost. No.
The strange thing is why I didn’t wake up despite my spider sense after lying there for so long.
"Miss Potts? Bateman? King?" Peter called out twice tentatively, but found no one responded. He tried his best to think about the memory before he fainted: "What happened? I rememberMr. Stark and Captain Steve has changed his clothesand Miss Potts’ memory seems to be a little different from mine. She is called Mr. Stark, the second captain, and Captain Steve is called Superman!”
"Then Mr. Stark invited the captain to go to outer space, and Miss Potts used remote sensing satellites to observe their decisive battle. Then damn, there was a blank space after that! Why did I appear here?" Little Spider was a little confused. .
"They left me" Peter looked around and found that he was standing on the top of a skyscraper. There were monster-like stone sculptures protruding from the four sides of the building. Peter looked down at the city where he was, and the bright gas lights illuminated just Several corners of the city, most of them, were shrouded in darkness.
The place where the neon lights are flashing is the entertainment area. With Peter's ears, he can hear the faint laughter and noise coming from somewhere.
But in most places in this city, in dim lanes, old buildings, under overpasses that are not illuminated by street lights, and in the sewer network throughout the city, some mysterious figures appear and disappear there.
This city was once prosperous, but the surrounding buildings were already a bit old. The gray brick-concrete structures made Peter think he had arrived in Los Angeles in the 1980s.
The cold wind carried the stench of sewers and industrial waste gas.
Except for a few brightly lit corners, the city seemed dead in the dark. Only filthy scavengers squirmed on its corpses. The smell of these animals was very familiar to Peter, who had been in New York. Wandering in the sky, I saw these gangs who made a living by chewing the city's excrement in remote corners of the city.
Those brown bloodstains, the way he walked with a gun and a baseball bat machete, and the dark, clammy smell that Peter was familiar with.
The only difference from New York is that those people in New York live on the edge of the city, wandering in corners where order cannot shine. They live in the shadow of the city, but here the whole city seems to be in the shadow, Instead, the light seems to be tied up in a corner, and that light is not an order under civilization and the rule of law, but a hypocritical order under the protection of power and violence.
"Isn't there even a supermarket that's open at night?" Little Spider complained: "I also want a cup of hot cocoa?"
"Damneven Hell's Kitchen has a 24-hour supermarket!"
"There is no 24-hour supermarket in Gotham There is no need for a 24-hour supermarket here. No one here will go out to buy things at night!" A shadow wearing a black cloak appeared behind the little spider, and Peter was the first Shi Shi noticed his presence, turned around and instinctively made a defensive gesture, but soon a look of surprise appeared on his face.
"Hey! I thought you were all gone! Batman, Black Boltwhere is this place? Why do I appear here?"
"I already told you!" the knight in the dark said: "This is Gotham!"
"And I should be the one to ask you, why did you suddenly appear here?" Batman's voice was still hoarse. Although he still maintained a trace of alertness, he was no longer so vigilant. Because he recognized Peter's accent—and that was just a kid. Even so, Batman has seen too many extraordinary children.
He will not completely trust this person because of this, even if this person seems to trust him quite a bit.
"I passed out and woke up here!" Spider-Man didn't make a fuss because Batman didn't seem to recognize him. Who knows what's wrong with their memory.
And he had a vague guess——
"Who knows if Mr. Stark and Captain Steve went back in time and changed something?"
"Why are those people looking for you? You were unconscious here for about three hours, just two and a half hours later.The little spider turned him around forcefully, hanging upside down like a top and spinning at high speed, leaving him completely powerless to resist.
The little spider only needs to stick a thread of spider silk to his body, and as it continues to rotate, the spider silk on his body will wrap him up and thicken, and he will be tightly bound. Only his right hand is exposed, with a tight top. Hold on to the crayons.
Spider-Man blocked the muzzle of the remaining man in black below, quickly grabbed the two crayon drawings, shot a bunch of spider silk towards the nearby tall building with his right hand, and then like Tarzan, pulled the spider silk and swung into the night sky .
Peter flashed twice and disappeared among the tall buildings.
Only his yelling voice still echoes in the alleys of Gotham!
"Goodbye! Everyone I wish you a good dream! Don't dream about me"
The man in black stood on the platform of the tall building, watching the little spider leave easily, helpless. But upstairs on the other side of the tall building, wearing a black cape and clinging to the eaves like a bat, Batman stared closely at the little spider. The direction the spider left.
He noted down the monitoring location in that direction. As long as he returns to the Batcave or searches remotely, he can find traces of the little spider again. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com