The Death Knell

At the dinner table, the atmosphere was as cheerful as ever. Zheng Xian had broad knowledge and an excellent memory. He could keep up with any topic, and he was a hero of his generation.

After three drinks and five dishes, he held a piece of fish between his chopsticks and for some reason he started talking about fishing.

No matter what kind of fishing gear or various methods, Lao Zheng spoke clearly and clearly, which made Su Ming wonder if he was a fisherman somewhere before learning Qi training from Zhang Heng.

"Speaking of this, I know there is an old man." Su Ming also tasted a piece of fish meat. The fish fat was fat but not greasy, and the taste was full of delicious fragrance: "He used to lie in bed every day as if he was going to die. When he was really dying recently, he fell in love with fishing and began to enjoy life.”

"It's never too late to enjoy life." Lao Zheng wiped the sweat off his face, and the hot steam from the hot pot made his face glow red. He said with a smile: "It's like a popular saying among young people on the Internet recently. What is it called? There is more to life than what is in front of you. Is there still beautiful poetry and distance despite being so contented?"

Su Ming thought, this must be a test.

It's not that it's something that spans the multiverse, but Zheng Xian heard that Deathstroke had business on another planet, and he wanted to get involved.

Of course I refuse. Just protect the earth with the Aegis and the Spear. This is the original intention when the Aegis Brotherhood was founded. What else do you want for an alien bike?

The death knell opened his mouth and came:

"The distant land is similar to ours, and it can't be said to be beautiful... As long as you can live, don't think about running around. Many people don't have such a hard life. Good poems will just become epitaph."

Zheng Xian smiled slightly and changed the topic: "Yes, brother, you are right. It sounds like the old man is not good at fishing? He also loves fishing?"

"Indeed, how can I put it, I have never seen him catch a fish." Su Ming followed suit and changed the subject: "How much he loves fishing... Anyway, I think if he If he dies and his soul goes to the wrong place and ends up in the underworld, he will pass by the Naihe Bridge and throw a stick into the River of Forgetfulness on the bridge."

"Hey! Your mouth is too bad. You are cursing him to die a good death, haha!" Zheng Xian raised his wine glass. In the small porcelain cup was Lao Moutai: "Come on, brother, let's go and talk about the dead." unlucky."

"It's not that I'm cursing him, but people who are deeply involved in cause and effect are often doomed to die a bad death... Come on, cheers."

After telling a joke about Odin, Su Ming felt that Marvel was more relaxed. He happily drank a glass of wine and made a comfortable sound.

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"I was in a hurry to get home, that's why I was flying between skyscrapers with my schoolbag on my back and my mask on."

"I won't go to work today because I have to date my girlfriends, that's all."

"I know normal people only have one girlfriend, but I have several. They informed me that they want us all to go to a place together tonight, and they said it was a very important matter."

"I don't know what it means. You probably want to play with me, right? After all, if you don't work part-time after school, you just have to play. I don't know what you're playing with, but I'm sure it's definitely better than the guy who was made of sand last time. A punch in the face would be better for me.”

"But speaking of it, it is really fun to swing around in the city. The view is good and the air is good. I just need to always pay attention to the fact that my tights are not crotchless and that no one is taking pictures of my crotch with a mobile phone below."

"And I was lucky today. I didn't encounter any green devils, red devils, or devils of any other color along the way."

"I guess the girls want to have a book club, but I'm a little hungry now. Do you think I should go home and have a pie before going out?"

"Mr. Stark? Are you listening to me?"

Peter Parker drifted between skyscrapers and finally landed in an alley. When he poked his head out again, he was no longer the superhero Spider-Man in a red and blue tights, but an ordinary middle school student.

As he walked towards the door of his house, he asked the phone that had been silent for a long time, with an innocent expression on his face.

"Huh? Yeah! I'm listening." Tony's feeble voice came from the other end of the phone. He looked very tired: "Actually, kid, I just happened to meet you floating around among high-rise buildings, and I wanted to ask if you were there. Whatever the situation is, since there is no problem, then we should all be busy with our own things. There is no need for you to call me again and explain so many things to me. I am not the police responsible for truancy."

Tony, who was wearing a steel suit and preparing to go to Tri-Curve Wing for a meeting, felt a little regretful. If he had known that Spidey was such a talkative person, he shouldn't have left the kid's phone number when the team broke up last time.

Peter took the key and opened the door. Aunt Mei was still not at home. She must have not gotten off work yet.

He dropped his schoolbag and walked to the kitchen refrigerator with his cell phone under his shoulder, searching for the remaining microwave food.

"Well, actually I want to ask you. I read in the magazine that you often spend the night with many girls. What do you usually do?"

The mustache under the Iron Man mask raised up, and the unseemly man showed a lewd smile, but then his expression became solemn and he coughed dryly.

The game I was playing was an adult game, how could I tell it to a child?

Although Tony himself has been among the flowers since middle school, if he hadn't been careful enough, there would definitely be more kids than Wolverine now.

But now that I am a superhero, I can't teach other people's children bad things.

So he thought for a while, and when he saw the three-winged building surrounded by three buildings in a circle, he was suddenly inspired and answered: "Playing mahjong, yes, I play mahjong with those girls."

"Mahjong, I've heard of this kind of Oriental chess and card." Peter didn't find any food, so he could only make do with a bucket of Wilson's instant noodles: "But there are six of us, are there any appropriate Mahjong rules? If four people When playing cards, what should we do with the two extra people?”

"Well, Peter, I have a meeting here. The signal from SHIELD is not very good. I can't hear you clearly. I'll hang up first. Jarvis, cut off the communication! Quick!"

Toot toot…

A busy signal came from the receiver. Peter took off his phone, took a look at it, and shrugged. Sure enough, the games played by adults were not very interesting, and mahjong was a bit behind the times.

I'd better watch the arrangements of my girlfriends tonight. I don't know why, but I feel a little excited, hehe.

After devouring instant noodles, he returned to his room, put on his uniform again and climbed out the window. It was getting dark. He shot out the spider silk and headed towards the agreed place, which was a cheap motel in the suburbs. Don't know why the girls chose there.

But that's it, jumping, gliding, rolling, and running wildly. He kept running non-stop along the way. In just ten minutes, he left the city and arrived at the door of the room he was notified of.

They don't even register their identity when entering. The fat lady at the door muttered when Spider-Man came in. She also said, "More and more people like perverted games recently." I don't know what she meant.

But this couldn't ruin Peter's good mood. He knocked lightly on the door and saw Spider Silk wearing silk threads opening the door and pulling him in. Then he closed the door with a bang, as if he was very urgent.

"Hey everyone, good evening, what are we going to play?"

Peter looked around. Isn't this room too old? It only looks like a bed and doesn’t even have a TV, so I can’t play Wilson PS4.

The sound of gurgling water came from the bathroom, and Gwen's head stuck out of the door. She seemed to be pulling something hard. He blushed and nodded: "Come in quickly, we are all here."

The motel, the big bed, the sound of water in the bathroom, the girl with a suspicious expression...

These clues were connected together, lighting up Peter's mind like a bolt of lightning, and his smart mind immediately understood their plan.

The girls must be trying to imitate Hitchcock’s Psycho sequence! You have to trick yourself into the bathroom and scare yourself with a fake corpse!

And he sees through it all!

He smiled slightly and walked into the bathroom with a confident smile. When he saw the strange corpse soaking in the bathtub...

Not only was he not afraid at all, he almost laughed to the sky.

"Okay, ladies, which studio did you find the alien holster from?" He jumped up, turned around in the air, and sat firmly in the arms of the 'corpse' in the bathtub, and even reached out to touch it. Touching its chin, he blinked: "Hey, the skin texture is good, and the hair is very real..."

The girls who were splashed with water all moved away from him with disgusted expressions on their faces.