[Zhongyingmei] That snake

"Age between 18 and 22, living in Queens, attending Empire State University. Not enough profiles." Hotch shook his head. "How's the Garcia comparison video going?"

Morgan answered the phone.

"The beautiful queen is at your service. There are too many videos about this little spider. If I watch them one by one, I will definitely be addicted to his ass."

"Garcia..."

"Oh, don't be jealous my knight."

"No, I want to remind you that the phone is on the outside."

There was a sudden silence on the other end of the phone, and then the phone was hung up.

Morgan looked at the phone screen that showed the disconnected call, his flexible eyebrows showed his complicated mood.

Fortunately, the call came back soon.

"Gentlemen and ladies. I compared the two videos of Doctor Octopus and Spiderman fighting, and found that one person appeared in both videos at the same time, and the woman who was kidnapped during the bank robbery was his aunt. He His name is Peter, Paker." Garcia's tone was unprecedentedly calm and serious.

"He also provided the Daily Bugle with pictures of Spider-Man, and I have to admit the angles of those pictures are really tricky, God how did he do that."

"Garcia, I need his personal information," Hotch said.

"Yes, sir. Peter Parker, 19 years old, his parents died early, currently living in Queens with his aunt, graduated from Midtown High School, and is now studying at Empire State University."

Everyone in the office has seen Peter, because his appearance rate is too high, but when Garcia gave the report, he had to suspect that the shy boy was really the talkative guy in the video. Spiderman?

Peter lives in Queens with his aunt. His house has two floors and there is no private small garden, but the blooming flowers in the flower garden in front of the door can still show the owner's intentions.

"Who are you?" The door opened, and a middle-aged woman looked at them vigilantly.

"The fbi." Hotch pulled out his ID. "We'd like to get some information from you about the bank robbery, Mrs. Paker."

May finally let a group of people in after checking the documents carefully.

Spider-Man didn't want to expose his identity, so Bau would naturally find a suitable excuse.

"Sit down first, do you need coffee or tea?" The kind lady quickly became enthusiastic and looked at them expectantly, "I made some baked cookies, do you want to try them?"

"Thank you for your kindness. You can sit down too. We need to complete the task as soon as possible." Natasha showed a gentle smile.

"Oh, let me know if you need any help."

"Mrs. Paker, your nephew Peter is also a witness to the robbery, right?" Oliver didn't sit down, but paced in the living room, leather shoes made regular noises on the wooden floor, and folded his hands behind his back.

"Yes, it is."

"I want to meet him." This is a declarative sentence, which is polite but not refusing.

"He's upstairs in the bedroom," May said dreamily.

"Thank you." Oliver smiled and turned off his ability, and followed the route indicated by Aunt May to the door of Peter's room.

He knocked on the door, and after a rummage in the room, the door opened.

Peter hurriedly put on his glasses and took a closer look. It was the blonde detective from last time, his cat friend!

"Oliver!" Peter yelled in surprise, and then realized that his current identity and his meeting once should not call him by his first name like a cat friend, and immediately added, "Detective Williams."

Although Oliver stared at him with a smile on his face, Peter always felt chills from being stared at by all the beasts, but the spider sensor failed during this time.

"Glad you remember my name, Mr. Paker. I want to inquire about some bank robbery, can I come in?"

Peter turned around and checked the room. The desk was full of homework materials and computers. It didn’t matter if some threads fell on the floor. The bed and the quilt on the bed were not folded, but there was still a kind of messy beauty that I didn’t want to destroy. Very good, there was nothing strange fall.

"Please come in."

Oliver looked at this small room, which was very characteristic of a science student.

"Spider-Man saved your aunt that day, what do you think of him?"

"Spider-Man? Everyone calls him a good neighbor to the people of New York."

"What I want to ask is your opinion." Oliver looked at the boy who was looking down at his toes with a half-smile, and comforted him, "You are not some vicious criminal, why are you so serious, this is your room , just sit down."

Peter avoided the bed and sat on the chair in front of the desk, but Oliver was still walking up and down the narrow room aisle, the sudden widening height gap made him feel uneasy.

"Spider-Man is very powerful and handsome. His body is as good as his eloquence." He was a little shy when he praised himself at first, but soon Peter let go of his restraints in front of his cat friends, and the little uneasiness made him feel better. Abandoned, turn on the chatterbox mode.

"Don't you think he flies in the sky like an eagle spreading its wings? He has saved too many people, and many beauties want to be with such a hero. I'm almost jealous. But he is still in the hearts of New Yorkers. My hero, yes." He nodded while speaking.

Oliver suppressed a laugh, "You take a lot of pictures of Spider-Man, are you friends with him?"

"Barely... sort of." Peter's words faltered suddenly, "I thought we'd talk about Doctor Octopus? It'd be nice to talk about Spider-Man, though."

"We've already talked about Otto, and now Spider-Man is more important than him."

"Only the good neighbor of the people of New York, the superhero Spider-Man can defeat the villainous boss, Dr. Octopus, and save the people from suffering." Oliver stopped moving and sat on Peter's bed, "Don't you think so, Spidey?"

Peter's eyes widened in surprise, "I don't quite understand what you mean."

"If you don't remember me, Spidey, don't tell me you forgot my cat, too."

"Should I know an fbi?" Peter scratched his forehead, hiding his guilt.

Alas, Oliver sighed and stood up.

Seeing this, Peter thought he had tricked an FBI, and he was secretly delighted. Unexpectedly, Oliver lifted his glass and found a red and blue tights from the bed.

"Semi-finished product? Peter, where's your last uniform?" Oliver looked at the Spider-Man uniform that hadn't been stitched at the waistline in his hand.

Well, now Peter is really speechless, and he doesn't even care about getting the uniform back.

"Well, Oliver, I didn't mean to lie to you. I actually told Kitty who I was before you left."

Kitty is the name of the cat Oliver raised back then.

Oliver, who realized that he was not as good as a cat, couldn't help laughing. He reached out and stroked Peter's short gray-brown hair, "The fbi needs your help."

"Aren't you working in cia, why did you go to fbi again?"

Oliver raised his eyebrows, "You even know this?"

Peter carefully looked up at the ceiling, "I... have better hearing, and I heard it when your colleague came."

"Oliver, stop rubbing, I'm not a kid."

"Spidey, it's enough for me to be your father." Actually, Oliver wanted to say about grandpa, but based on his young appearance, he couldn't say this casually.

"Well, as you please. What help do you want from me."

"Doctor Octopus, like I said before, be a superhero and save the world."

Peter paused, "Oliver, I have lost my ability now, no different from ordinary people."

"Then why make uniforms?"

"I, I just keep it as a souvenir."

"I remember you telling me that your abilities come from genetic mutations."

Peter nodded obediently.

"Then your ability to lose function is your psychological reason. It just so happens that I work in the Behavior Analysis Section of the FBI and I know this symptom very well. Listen to me and help you get your ability back."

Peter looked at Oliver's serious gaze, subconsciously believed it, and looked at him expectantly, "What should I do?"

Oliver led Peter to the window, opened the window and patted him on the shoulder, "Jump down."

"Wait, Oliver, I don't think this is a good idea." Peter was startled and wanted to jump to the safety of the side.

Oliver didn't listen to his excuses, and pushed him down.The moment he turned out of the window, Peter felt a burst of electricity from his shoulder, which quickly spread to his limbs, as if he had returned to the time when he was bitten by a spider for the first time.

Is psychotherapy so useful?These were his last words.

May, who was talking to Hotch and Natasha downstairs, turned her head and looked out the window, "Hey, I thought I heard something fall from behind."

"Nothing fell." Natasha kept her old friend's smile unchanged.

Hotch was expressionless, "I'll go up and have a look."

Oliver was alone in the room.

"Where's Paker?" Hotch walked over to him.

"Outside." Oliver pointed to the window.

Hotch frowned slightly.

Oliver smiled, "Don't worry, this is only the second floor, ordinary people will not have any accidents if they fall, let alone..."

He directly used his ability to stimulate the hidden ability in Peter's body.For Oliver, the infected cells of radioactive spiders are too conspicuous in the human body, and it doesn't take much effort to find these naughty little guys.

Peter explained the second half of Oliver's sentence with practical actions. A slender and crystal-clear spider thread stuck to the window, and the huge pulling force pulled Peter back into the room from mid-air. Peter, who hadn't used this skill for too long, fell directly into the window. On the bed, he rolled and turned a few times on the bed before finally stopping.

Glass bottles and glasses had been thrown aside, Peter's head was wrapped in the thread of his uniform, his hair was disheveled, and his eyes widened when he saw Hotch suddenly appearing in the room.

"Oh sir, Spider-Man sends his regards."

Hotch and Oliver looked at each other suspiciously. Oliver exhaled, feeling that he has a long way to go