novelhk Chapter 49: Really, I have the chat history.
Chapter 49: Really, I have the chat history.
"Am I just imagining things?"
Gwen, now wearing clear goggles, leaned closer to Oz and said:
Have you been shedding a lot lately?
Oz was startled and covered his little chest with one wing and his bottom with the other.
"You lecherous scoundrel!"
"?"
Gwen rolled her eyes. "Guess what? Never mind!"
As the nominal assistant in this laboratory, to be honest, she basically didn't have to do any real work.
Peter and Professor Connors were so engrossed in their calculations that they had lost all sense of time and place.
And she couldn't very well go up to him and say, "Hey, would you like some coffee?"
Gwen wasn't sure if they'd want coffee, but if she asked, they might just ask her if she wanted a punch in return.
Gwen rested her cheek on one hand, bored, while twirling her pen with the other, making a swishing sound, utterly listless.
Suddenly remembering something, she poked the big black bird with her ballpoint pen.
"What's your superpower? Don't tell me it's stealing other people's fries."
"Do you really want to know?"
"And don't say things like you're Raven Man anymore," Gwen added a second time.
Oz stroked his long, pointed beak with the feathers on his wing. "By the way, why would you ask that?"
Even his little brat had never asked him about his superpowers.
Gwen was very casual; she blew a stray strand of hair from the corner of her eye and said:
"If you're just curious, then don't tell me."
"No, please!"
I was finally ready to say it, and now you want me to swallow it back down. That's what Oz hates most!
"But you won't tell me."
Gwen raised an eyebrow. She noticed that this raven sometimes acted like a child; the more you begged him, the less he would respond. But if you ignored him, he would start acting crazy.
Oz glanced at Peter, clapped his hands, and whispered, "Have you heard of Morgan Freeman?"
"A Black actor, and then what?" Gwen mimicked Oz, lowering her head and acting furtively.
The man and the bird huddled together, as if they were discussing some heinous crime!
"Have you seen Bruce Almighty?" Oz asked.
"...You're not trying to say that you're a raven that was transformed from a god, are you?!" Gwen leaned back slightly.
"What, you don't believe me? I have the chat history!"
Oz flapped his wings, and a piece of paper appeared out of thin air on the table, with a chat conversation printed on it.
"..."
Gwen rolled her eyes furiously after reading it; she felt like she had used all the eye-rolling she had ever done in her life on Oz.
She should have thought of it, she should have known it.
That dead bird can't utter a single good word; it only knows how to do rotten things!
"You don't believe me?!" Oz asked quickly, noticing the girl's strange expression.
"I believe it, after all, it's chat history," Gwen said.
"That's great! Do you want to know what he told me to do?"
"I don't want to know."
"Resurrection—what!? You're deceiving my feelings! King of Tramps!"
Gwen ignored Oz's screams and turned to look at Peter and Connors' work. She saw that her mentor and boyfriend both had slightly excited expressions on their faces.
She couldn't help but ask out of curiosity, "How's the progress?"
Peter looked up at her and smiled, "It'll be successful soon, probably in the next few days!"
"Don't get too excited, Peter."
Connors adjusted his glasses. "Our experiment isn't over yet; we can't jump to conclusions like this."
"You're right, Doctor," Peter replied excitedly.
Despite saying that, Gwen still noticed the way Peter's eyes curved at the corners.
He was really happy that he had succeeded.
Just like he said.
Do more things and help more people.
Gwen was genuinely happy for him.
What a lovely and kind guy.
However, the joyful atmosphere did not last long in the laboratory.
Suddenly, the holographic image projected onto the worktable where Peter and Connors were located began to flicker.
Immediately afterwards, the sound started almost instantly, as if every broadcasting device was playing the same sound effect at the same time.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please put aside your work for now, because I have some sad news to tell you."
"At 3:57 p.m. today, our founder, Norman Osborn, passed away at a private medical center at the age of 49 due to long-term health complications."
"Mr. Osborne dedicated his life to pushing the boundaries of biotechnology and human evolution..."
"..."
Peter's head was spinning; he found the announcement unbelievable.
The last time he had contact with Norman Osborn was three days ago. At that time, although he was not in good condition, he seemed to be able to hold on for a while.
If they're lucky, they might be able to hold out until he and Dr. Connors completely improve the lizard serum.
Moreover, during this period, he devoted almost all the time he could squeeze out of his daily life to the work of improving the serum.
We are now just one step away from success.
How could he just die like that?!
"Peter?"
Peter was touched on the shoulder, and he came to his senses and looked at the person who spoke.
It's Gwen.
"Are you alright?" Gwen asked.
Peter shook his head: "I don't know how to say it..."
From a personal emotional standpoint, he could have easily chosen not to save Norman Osborn, since Osborn was inextricably linked to his father's death.
But if he were to watch Norman Osborne die, he would feel...unwilling.
This kind of obsessive kindness may well guide him throughout his life.
"I do not understand."
Peter said, "He was able to communicate normally just a few days ago, so why did he suddenly die?"
"I don't know, but it probably has nothing to do with me anyway," one of the birds interjected.
"If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute!"
Gwen glared at the guy, thinking that Oz was retaliating for ignoring her earlier!
Fortunately, Oz selectively included certain people in his interjections, so Connors, who was also in the same laboratory, did not hear their conversation.
Connors said, "Peter, don't blame yourself too much. We've done our best to improve the serum."
"You know, if the serum wasn't prepared properly, I don't believe you would have handed it over so easily."
"Furthermore, Harry is the one we should be focusing on treating."
Peter sighed, trying to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts.
indeed.
I have done my best.
Right now, rescuing Harry is the most important thing.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
The news of Norman Osborne's death spread through the city's online channels, and before long, the whole city knew of the death of this famous entrepreneur.
Then, not long after that, a green figure appeared in the sky above the Osborn Group, resembling a large bird.
Vulture, piloting a brand-new flight suit, landed at the entrance of the Osborne Corporation.
Boo!
The sound of the cork being pulled out rang out.
The vulture, holding a glass of champagne, frantically poured it in front of the skyscraper, causing passersby to scatter and curse the madman as a lunatic.
"Hahahaha, good riddance, good riddance!"
"Norman Osborn! You've finally met your match!"
"My poor little spider..."