Marvel's Journey Begins with Psychosis

In Roland's new home, on the dark-colored solid wood sofa, Roland was eating as if no one else was around and emptied the fruit plate.

Peter Parker next to him was holding an orange in his hand, his eyes were dull, completely immersed in his own world.

Roland's words made this child who was still in school feel a kind of chaotic self-doubt. He had never thought about it at all, and he would never be an accomplice of someone's evil.

Peter couldn't understand. He just wanted to be a kind person and didn't want to hurt others, so why did he end up like this?

The key thing is that Peter understood Roland's words and agreed with everything Roland said.

Yes, he has a point.

but……

"Then what should I do..."

Unknowingly, the orange held in Peter's hand also ran into Roland's hand, oh, it was already in his mouth now.

"It's simple."

Roland said calmly: "You just need to do it according to your own style, your own wishes and preferences, and do it as always."

"what?"

"Ah, what? Just don't interfere with others, and you won't be interfered by others. This is how the world should work."

"Oh……"

The little spider seemed to understand. He sat there alone and thought for a long time before he came back to his senses. He frowned and looked at Roland in surprise: "So, I actually saved a philosopher, right, Roland."

"Stand still!"

"What? What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's nothing. I've watched too many of uncle's videos, it's just a conditioned reflex."

The two chatted for a while. Roland couldn't stand the nonsense of Little Spider. Why is this person so interested in some kind of uncle? I don't have any uncle!

My uncle died without even knowing when!

"Okay, okay, don't ask, I'm just wondering. At your age, you can sleep... No, where do you get so much curiosity.

Give you. "

Roland casually took a box from the side and handed it to Peter.

"what is this?"

"Can you stop asking, thank you. Thank you for dragging me out of that alley."

Peter opened the box and found a wad of cash inside.

"This... Roland, I can't have this."

To be honest, Peter has never had as much money as ten thousand yuan since he could remember.

You have seen him before. After all, Peter's good friend Harry Osborn is a super rich second generation. Peter has seen everything about money and the world.

But Peter dared to say that although he was poor, he had never taken advantage of his rich friends.

Just like now, maybe Roland is also a rich man, but Peter doesn't think he should accept this money. This is not the way to be friends.

"don't want?"

Roland was not surprised. He seemed to have guessed such a result. Hearing this, he just burped calmly, rubbed his belly and said, "If you don't want it, I will use this money to hire someone to take over that bully." Those who challenge will be killed."

"How can you……"

"Why can't I?"

Roland frowned: "That's how we do things!"

Peter was a little speechless, because he knew that Roland's brain didn't seem to work very well, and there was a high probability that he could really do such a thing.

"Ok."

When Peter took the money, he wanted to donate it or fund it in Roland's name to an orphanage or something like that.

Unexpectedly, Roland predicted his operation again and explained in advance: "Be like a man, Peter. Since you have accepted the money, don't do anything to hide it. You have to bear the corresponding responsibility.

Your uncle and aunt have been living a poor life for many years. Now you are half an adult. Accordingly, you have to shoulder some of the burdens of the family, right? "

Pointing to the box containing the money, Roland continued: "This money represents a good thing you have done. Don't worry, I know they have nothing to do with each other, but my gratitude is not It's fake, isn't it?

Accept it, put it to use, buy yourself a camera, change the cabinets at home, buy a flower for that person, boldly confess your love, etc. Oh, I'm not following you, don't you just like a girl? What's the matter? Can't tell others. "

In a daze, Peter accepted Roland's thank you gift, and then listened dazedly as Roland told him a lot about how to chase girls, how to present himself, and how to express his emotions. Finally, because he asked Roland at an inappropriate time, One sentence, why do you understand so well even though you don't have a girlfriend? Roland was kicked out of the house.

"You don't have to answer if you're not happy. Why are you hitting someone?"

Patting the dust on his pants, Peter sighed and looked at the box in his arms again.

"I've accepted it, but the money is a bit too much. I'd better secretly donate half of it to Roland!"

On the balcony of the attic, Roland held a cigarette in his mouth and shook his head helplessly: "This kid."

……

He was full after eating, but Roland didn't drink enough. It's really torture to talk to a child who is under the age of drinking, especially if the child is still a talker.

Without using a wallet, he just took out some money and stuffed it into his pocket. Roland locked the door and went out to find a place to drink.

There are actually poor people everywhere, and there are rich people everywhere. Roland also didn't expect that a place like the Big Apple City would actually have such a "quaint" bar.

The door fell down as soon as I pushed it, and it was very Western style.

There were only a few people in the bar. The bartender at the bar was wiping his glass feebly. Roland walked over and said, "Give me a large glass of beer, the biggest glass."

It's not like the bartender in the western movie, pushing the beer over from the side of the bar table. The bartender just turned around, took a large draft beer cup, took a cup from the tap of the barrel, and turned to hand it to the bartender. Roland.

"It's all foam, can you pour wine? Eh? You can sing it!"

The bartender glanced at Roland, thinking that Roland might have come here after being drunk somewhere. He tilted his mouth and ignored him.

"Hey~! This thing is so exciting when it comes to your mouth!"

After drinking almost all the wine in one breath, Roland's empty soul was satisfied.

At this time, Roland heard a burst of exclamations behind him. When he turned around, a red-haired woman wearing denim shorts, brown boots, a T-shirt and a leather jacket walked towards the bar with her head held high.

Squinting his eyes, Roland kept staring at this woman, and then, he suddenly thought of something.

"Wow, no."

Supporting his chin, Roland seemed to have suddenly lost his strength: "Then the blind man is so free that he just asked you to catch me?"

The woman's eyes flashed for a moment, and then she smiled and was about to answer Roland's words, but Roland suddenly stretched out his hand: "Stop, stop, stop, I know what you want to say, that's okay, I just want to talk to you too."

As he spoke, he turned back, counted the number of people in the bar, took out the money from his pocket with great satisfaction, and slapped it on the table: "Mr. Roland will pay for all the consumption tonight! No second drink is allowed!" "

Then he took the cup, stood up and walked out. He didn't look back until he opened the door and said, "I had something to do today, but this delayed me...

How about this. "

Roland snapped his fingers: "Help me hit someone."

The woman also narrowed her eyes slightly: "Who."

"Hey, his name is Fleischer."

After taking a sip of wine, Roland added: "He is a student."