Marvel's Strange Magician

Watson covered his head and walked onto the busy street, his consciousness gradually becoming blurry again.

Almost unable to sense the surrounding information in his mind, Watson quickly sat down against the walls of the buildings on the roadside.

It was as if his brain had fallen into a pool of boiling hot water again, and it began to be wrapped in intense pain.

Watson gritted his teeth and resisted bitterly. He didn't know what he was insisting on, but there was a clear voice in his heart telling him:

"Don't admit defeat!"

Time passed little by little, and Watson, who was sitting on the ground, was lying quietly on his knees, looking like he was asleep.

What's strange is that in this spring, which has not yet warmed up, he is covered in sweat while just sitting quietly.

Watson, who had been sitting motionless for half an hour, suddenly raised his head. He was breathing heavily, with a look of exhaustion on his face.

"Finally it doesn't hurt anymore."

He half-closed his eyes, murmured softly, and then leaned heavily against the wall behind him lazily.

"Son, what's wrong with you?"

A voice filled with worry and concern suddenly sounded in front of Watson. Watson opened his tired eyes and looked forward, and responded with a smile:

"Uncle, we are really destined."

The person standing in front of Watson was the middle-aged man with a kind face who woke him up before.

The paper bag that was originally held under his arm was now bulging and was being held firmly in his arms.

Watson took a casual glance and saw long bread, tomatoes and other food placed inside. It seemed that these should be ingredients prepared for dinner.

The middle-aged man with a kind face couldn't help laughing after hearing Watson's words. He knelt down and asked Watson with concern:

"Where did you come from? Why are you sweating so much?"

“Yeah, I just got rid of those two people you reminded me to pay more attention to before.

By the way, thank you uncle for the reminder. "

The middle-aged man smiled and shook his head, while looking at Watson with even more appreciation.

He looked at Watson's tired look, took out a sandwich and a bag of milk from his shopping bag and handed them to Watson.

"Replenish some energy."

Watson took the sandwich and milk and said gratefully to the middle-aged man:

"Thank you."

He had been hungry since he woke up, and he had spent a lot of energy resisting the abnormality in his mind. At this moment, the middle-aged man handed him a piece of food, which was definitely the greatest help to him!

The middle-aged man saw Watson still eating slowly even though his stomach kept growling, and his appreciation for Watson in his heart soared again.

He turned around and sat side by side with Watson. After looking at Watson's dirty and ill-fitting clothes, he asked Watson:

"How long have you been like this?"

"I do not know either."

Watson paused in his eating movements, and then answered in a daze.

How long have I been in this strange state?

Is it really just this day?

The middle-aged man sighed softly in his heart and asked in an increasingly gentle tone:

"Then why don't you go to the orphanage?"

Watson came to his senses, swallowed the sandwich in his mouth, smiled at the middle-aged man, and replied:

"Because I can take care of myself."

Watson lowered his head and continued to nibble on the sandwich in his hand, but a very serious problem suddenly occurred to him.

He is just a child now, a minor with no legal right to independence!

Even if no one dares to ask for a job now, how can he support himself?

And more importantly, a "wandering orphan" like him would definitely easily come into the sight of government departments.

Watson didn't know why, but he was very repelled by the attention of government departments.

And not to mention the intuition in his heart, relying solely on rational analysis, he also felt that there were so many abnormalities in his body, so he should keep a low profile as possible.

But the way he is now, if he wants to keep a low profile, he must have an adult "covering" his head.

Is it possible that he really needs to go to the orphanage to cover himself?

Naturally, the middle-aged man sitting next to him did not know Watson's psychological activities, but it was obvious that the middle-aged man did not believe Watson's words.

However, the middle-aged man did not continue to ask questions, nor did he point out the manifestations on Watson that were inconsistent with what he said. He just looked at Watson with a more loving and gentle look.

The middle-aged man looked up at the sky, thought for a moment, then turned to Watson and asked:

"Will you go home with me?"

He gestured to Watson's soaked clothes with his eyes and explained:

"You'll get sick at night.

If you believe me, you can go to my house tonight, take a hot bath, and have a good night's rest.

Of course, we can also go to the police station and ask them to help you arrange a place to live.

Anyway, I can't stand to see a child sleeping alone on the street. "

Watson was startled and turned to look at the middle-aged man with graying temples.

His eyes were gentle and tenacious, full of warmth and kindness, but also full of inspiring power.

Watson turned his head and swallowed the sandwich in his hand, then smiled and nodded towards the kind-hearted middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man also showed a smile. He stood up, picked up the shopping bag, and while leading the way, he turned to Watson who was walking beside him and introduced himself:

"My name is Ben Parker, what's yours?"

"Watson."

"Are you Chinese?"

"Yes, Mr. Parker."

"I have to praise you for your excellent English."

"Thank you for your compliment. Actually, I can't believe it myself."

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The two of them talked and walked forward. Although there was not much laughter, the atmosphere between the two was quite harmonious.

But where the two of them couldn't see each other, there were expressions of thinking and hesitation on their faces.

After walking for ten minutes, Ben Parker took Watson into an apartment building.

Ben Parker took Watson to the door of Room 206 on the second floor. He unlocked the door with the key and smiled at Watson:

"The house is not very good, but at least it is not rented."

"It's always safer where there are more people living."

Watson ignored the noise in the corridor and replied politely.

Ben Parker smiled, shook his head, and said to Watson:

"May and Peter are going to love you."

After finishing speaking, Ben Parker opened the door, walked into the room and shouted with a smile:

"Mei, I'm back!

Also brought us a very polite guest. "

Watson, who followed Ben Parker into the room, looked at the bedroom door in front of him with curiosity in his eyes.

While chatting with Ben Parker, Watson determined that the Ben Parker he met was the uncle of Spider-Man Peter Parker.

Being able to see the superhero he was most familiar with so soon made Watson's bad mood immediately dissipate a lot after he "travelled" over.