Chapter 135 Peter's Bad Taste
"About Space Knight, have you forgotten so quickly, Peter?"

Helen said to Peter unhappily.

"No, I'm just concerned about my lottery ticket."

Peter thought the other party called to tell him about the lottery.

"You are too impatient. There is still one day before the prize draw."

Helen's lazy voice came from the other end of the phone, "Or are you eager to daydream? To receive your 10 million yuan prize?"

"It seems you still don't trust me, Teacher Helen."

"You are not a trustworthy person."

Helen didn't buy Peter's words. "You have so many secrets. I suspect that every word you say is between truth and falsehood."

"Okay, back to the point. Although I didn't go to Scotland to investigate the mural you described, I made an unexpected discovery elsewhere."

Peter was quite surprised and asked, "Where?"

The story of Space Knight is just something he made up. Does it really exist in this world?!
"The Valen Mining Company discovered an open-pit copper mine. Under the mine, they found an underground ruin that seemed to hide many secrets, especially about the origin of the 'Queen'."

Peter frowned and asked her, "Why do you know this?"

"I always get my own intel."

Helen paused for a moment and continued to say to Peter: "Valen Mining Company is cooperating with Stark Group. Maybe you need to pay attention to the businessmen in Stark Group. They always treat the territories they occupy as their own territory."

"If you try to enter that underground world, I mean."

Helen seemed to have determined that Peter would be interested in this underground world.

"thanks for your reminder."

After Peter hung up the phone, he sat down at his desk and stared out into the dark night.

The many mysteries and unknowns hidden in the darkness seemed to rush towards him all at once.

Opening his laptop, he typed the words "Valen Mining" into the search engine.

A link about the Valen Mining Group immediately appeared on the web page.

The latest news is that Tony Stark acquired shares of Valen Mining Group and prepared to move into the largest mining group in the United States.

This guy Tony Stark should know about the underground ruins, right?
He continued to scroll down the news.

The news said that the reason Tony Stark was attacked at the airport was because he was rushing to California to attend the board meeting of the Valen Mining Group and decided to take a passenger plane at the last minute, which gave the terrorists the opportunity.

"Ding!"

Just as he was browsing the news, his computer prompted him that an email had been sent to his mailbox.

Peter opened his mailbox and found an email from "Mr. Fantastic" Reed.

As he read the content above, his brows gradually furrowed.

This naughty kid wants to borrow money from me.

Borrow money? !
Do I look like a wealthy person?!
Reed pulled a thorn out of his hand.

A swollen white lump appeared on his hand.

As for why this terrible thing happened, it was because he was stung by a wasp in the morning.

That's still a beautiful jewel wasp.

In the back garden, he suddenly found a furry thing moving gently on the belt of his jumpsuit.

He was so frightened that he couldn't help screaming: "Bee! Bee! Honey-bee!"

He jumped back, tripped over the same protruding stone that had just tripped him, and fell heavily to the ground, where he discovered, with pain, surprise, and fear, the jewel bee in his trouser pocket.

Just when he felt like he was going crazy, the jewel wasp landed on his hand and bit him viciously.

This was the bad accident that had happened to him.

"The sting has to be taken out."

Reed thought he had really bad luck. "The right thing to do is: get the sting out, then apply some baking soda, and the bump will go away, but the bad thing is that I'm allergic to baking soda."

Just as he was looking worried, his eyes happened to catch a glimpse of darkness outside the window.

Those seemed to be a pair of dark green eyes, which revealed a chilling aura.

The frightened kid almost fell off his chair.

He stood up in disbelief, stepped backwards with steps, and finally leaned against the wall.

With heavy breathing, he felt like he was in a cold cave.

That seemed to be the creature that he had seen on the news before, the one that killed the werewolf in Bear Mountain!

It has a terrifying appearance and is filled with murderous aura, like a creature surrounded by death. It is the kind that you will never forget once you see it for the first time.

If this creature invades your room now.

He had no doubt that he would be torn to pieces by this creature.

His breathing became increasingly heavy. He wanted to take out his cell phone to call the police, but found that his hands and feet were frozen.

Just when he thought he was about to be eaten by that creature, there was a knock on the window glass.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

With a question mark on his head, he looked out the window in surprise. Would this creature knock on the window?

"Reed, it's me, Peter Parker."

Peter stood outside the window, like a werewolf in disguise as Granny.

"How long are you going to stand there stupidly?"

Peter looked at him in a daze and asked him.

Not that scary creature, but Parker?

Reed's mind was filled with big questions.

I clearly saw a monster outside the window just now, how come it turned into Peter Parker?

Was it just an illusion?

Or is it that the monster is disguised as Peter Parker, trying to lure him into opening the door?
At this moment, Reed was like Little Red Riding Hood in "Grandma Wolf", hesitating whether to open the door for "Grandma".

He swallowed and looked into Peter's eyes.

Well, I am even more suspicious.

The other person's eyes were exactly the same as the monster's.

While he was hesitating, Peter, who was getting impatient, opened the window and went in.

Reed was stunned.

"This seems to be the sixth floor?"

“I’m a rock climber.”

Peter said nonsense to him casually.

"Actually, if you said you were Spider-Man, I would believe it too."

Reid swallowed and said with some fear.

"Um, did you see anything outside?"

"No."

Of course Peter would not admit that he had let the "Queen" outside to scare the naughty child just now.

He glanced at Reid's hand.

The other person's hands looked extremely clumsy and almost as big as his head.

Seeing Peter reaching out his hand to him, Reed opened his mouth to stop him, but before he could say anything, Peter moved his fingers flexibly and the sting of the jewel bee was already in the palm of his hand.

"This thorn is really big. Although it can't be called a champion, I guess it's almost big enough to make a ribbon."

Peter casually dropped the thorn onto the table and looked at the layout of the room.

There are many books, messy experimental instruments and various strange gadgets in the small room.

Reed looked at his hand which had turned into a steamed bun in amazement.

The thorn that was deeply embedded in the skin was pulled out just like that?!
"how did you do it?"

"Shouldn't you say thank you?"

"Of course, thank you for your help. I was wondering whether I should go to the hospital."

Reed's face wrinkled into a bitter melon. "Although this jewel bee looks beautiful and can parasitize, the feeling of being stung is not very good."

Peter looked around and asked him, "Where are your parents?"

"They have their own things to do, so I am the head of the family most of the time."

Reed suddenly felt that he had not fulfilled his obligations as a host.

At least you should make the guests a cup of coffee or a drink?
As he was considering his duties as the head of the household, Peter suddenly picked up a set of scientific instruments next to him.

"what is this?"

It looked like the metal round hat worn by weird scientists in science fiction movies, and was held in Peter's hand.

Reed was about to explain something when Peter simply put the hat on his head.

"etc.!"

Reed tried to stop it, but it was too late.

"what happened?"

“It’s a lie detector.”

"Did you invent it?"

"Yes, but it should be a subconscious amplifier. I developed it a month ago. It has not been tested on humans yet."

Reid said with some frustration, "My parents would definitely be mad if you got hurt."

"Subconscious amplifier?"

Peter pondered, trying to focus himself.

(End of this chapter)