The talkative raven in the world of American comics

Chapter 1: Your Misfortune

"No, no, no, no, no, no... Uncle Ben, don't leave me... don't leave me!!!"

The boy lay on the ground, his hands stained with blood from touching the wounds on the corpse.

"Someone call an ambulance!!!!"

Unfortunately, no one responded to him on the cold, empty streets.

"Please don't leave me... Uncle Ben... please..."

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"A witness described the killer's appearance to the portrait artist. Please take a look and see if you recognize him." The officer handed the portrait to Aunt Mei.

Aunt Mei, suppressing her grief, accepted the portrait of the murderer.

"I don't know this guy," she said.

But as soon as she finished speaking, her frail body trembled even more violently.

"Okay, our homicide detectives are currently investigating this case. We will notify you as soon as we find anything."

"..."

The police officer retrieved the portrait and was about to leave when a teenager called out to him halfway there.

Peter called out to the departing officer, "Can I see the sketch?"

"sure."

The officer handed the sketch to the teenager, then added, "Oh, and he has a five-pointed star tattoo on his wrist, on his left hand..."

"!!!"

Upon seeing the suspect's portrait for the first time, Peter felt dizzy.

It was as if the ceiling had collapsed at that moment, pressing heavily on him!

Oh my god!

What have I done?!

Just a short while ago, before Uncle Ben died, he had even "dealt with" this man!

The other party robbed the convenience store, but because he had argued with the convenience store owner, he chose to ignore the robbery.

Just when Peter thought this had nothing to do with him, reality seemed to play a cruel joke on him.

Uncle Ben, who came looking for him, chose to stop the other party from escaping, but was shot dead by the other party.

Peter's hand, which was holding the portrait, trembled uncontrollably.

In other words... in other words...

If he had stopped the other person back then, Uncle Ben wouldn't have...

"Peter?"

Aunt May's voice brought Peter back to reality from his fearful thoughts.

Peter was very upset and couldn't look Aunt May in the eye.

His eyes darted around, and the murderer's portrait paper was crumpled into wrinkles by his fingers.

"I'm listening, Aunt May..."

"What are you talking about?"

Aunt Mei's eyes were red, and she looked very sad.

She stepped forward, took Peter's hand, and asked, "Are you hungry? Would you like to get something to eat...?"

"No." Peter turned his head away, not daring to look at Aunt May at all.

He said, "It's all my fault. If I hadn't argued with Uncle Ben tonight, none of this would have happened..."

"Peter!"

Aunt May gently turned her nephew's head back to where it had been turned, and she lightly stroked Peter's face with her hand.

"Ben...he wouldn't want to see us like this, would he? Let's go get something to eat..."

Peter couldn't hold back his tears again.

He hugged the old man in front of him, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault..."

......

The night was so quiet, and the cold moonlight shining through the window made the boy lying in bed toss and turn.

Peter sat up halfway, gripping the sheets tightly with both hands.

The spider that bit him not only gave him the ability to climb walls and rooftops, but also greatly enhanced his physical senses.

He could hear faint sobs coming from Aunt Mei's room next door.

Peter was immersed in remorse and sadness, and he increasingly felt that it was all his fault.

If only I had...

dong dong——

Peter suddenly looked up and gazed out the window.

There was a large black bird outside tapping on the window with its beak.

Seemingly noticing his movements, the black bird stopped, spread one wing, and waved it as if to greet him.

"What is this?"

Curiosity drove Peter to walk towards the window.

When he stepped closer and his view became clear, he realized that it was just a crow!

This made him feel even worse.

Crows symbolize death and misfortune.

At that moment, a crow suddenly appeared outside his window.

It must be God who sent it to mock Him!

Peter was about to chase it away when, to his surprise, as soon as he opened the window, he heard the crow speaking in human language.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Oz."

"From this point on, the contract is complete. I will help you hunt, and in return, I will take a part of you and a part of your prey."

Peter opened his mouth, unable to speak for a long time.

The crow outside the window tilted its head. "Feed? Can you hear me?"

"I must be dreaming."

Peter muttered to himself, thinking he was dreaming. What kind of raven could talk?

Oz was getting anxious. "If you leave, I'll be in trouble!"

It flew into the room, landed on Peter's sheets, and then brushed its glossy black feathers.

"What are you dreaming about, kid? Tell me, is your Uncle Ben dead or not?" Oz said, making a startling remark.

"?"

Even God wouldn't joke like that!

Peter immediately yelled, "Get out of my way!"

Oz blinked and noticed that the kid's eyes were red-rimmed and his body was trembling.

Oh open!

They said they were late.

"So your Uncle Ben just died?" Oz then asked.

"screw you!"

Peter had no intention of answering the damned crow's question. He grabbed a pillow from the bed and threw it at Oz, trying to scare the crow away!

Oz saw the boy's reaction and figured Ben Parker was definitely dead.

Oz flapped his wings, trying to extinguish Peter's anger.

"Wait a minute! Actually, you have another Uncle Ben alive!"

"?!"

Peter stopped what he was doing and looked at the crow with a puzzled expression.

What do you mean he has another Uncle Ben?

"What do you mean?" Peter asked.

"Norman Osborn is your Uncle Ben, he's definitely still alive!" Oz replied.

Peter's face turned bright red instantly.

He yelled angrily, "Get out of the room right now!"

How could there be such a crow in the world!

Oz dodged the pillow Peter was about to throw at him and landed slowly on top of the bookshelf in the room.

"Don't rush, kid. I already said that once the contract is formed, I will help you become a more perfect Spider-Man."

"Get out! Get out of here!"

Oz's words had clearly wounded Peter's heart, and now he just wanted to get rid of the talking raven!

But no matter what he did, he couldn't touch the crow in front of him at all, not even a feather!

The person and the bird started making a ruckus inside the house until Aunt Mei's voice rang out from outside the door.

"Peter?"

Oz raised his wings and held them upright in front of the bird's beak.

Peter's chest heaved several times, then he called out towards the door, "I'm fine, Aunt May."

"Are you sure? I heard quite a commotion coming from inside your house..."

Oz muttered under his breath, "Look at you, so clumsy and disruptive! You're affecting other people!"

Peter glared at it. What do you mean it's clumsy?!

It would be strange if he didn't get angry if you made that kind of joke in front of him!

"I'm fine, Aunt Mei. I accidentally broke a glass when I got out of bed, but I've cleaned it up now."

Peter didn't want Aunt May to see the crow; Aunt May's mental state was already not good.

Seeing this crow, a symbol of death and misfortune, would probably cause one's mental state to collapse further!

"Okay, you should get some rest."

There was a moment of silence outside the door, then Aunt Mei's voice could be heard, followed by footsteps, indicating that she had left.

Throughout this time, Peter's gaze never left Oz.

The guy plopped down on his desk, folded his wings, and turned his head, looking quite content!

Peter was immediately annoyed by its appearance. How could there be such an annoying crow in the world!

He asked, "Who exactly are you?!"

Oz lay on his side, relaxed. "Oz, didn't I tell you already?"

Peter ignored the other person's perfunctory answer and asked directly:

"What exactly do you want?!"

"To help you become a better Spider-Man, I'll also take some of what you deserve."

"What is it?"

"Your misfortune."