[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Zemo looked up at him.

"Is that your friend?" Zemo said. "I've heard you mention him."

"Does he know you?" Harry asked directly, and Peter's reaction was so strange that he had to be suspicious, but Aaron's reaction was questioning with little hesitation-but he was naturally good at disguising, wasn't he?

Constantly pretending, Harry thought, constantly lying, he once thought that as long as he was willing to give part of his sincerity—sharing his feelings and true thoughts with Aaron, at least he would be able to open some places in his heart to accept himself, But he was thwarted again.

False nationality, unknown real and false names, vague past, the other party never really intends to accept him, Harry admits that he has deceived himself and has his own plans and plans, but at least he treats Aaron sincerely, and The other party is still the same as at the beginning, strictly guarding all their information.

Zemo noticed Harry's expression, which was sad and lonely, and the emotional expression was not too strong, but Zemo knew that with Harry's habit of restraint, this already showed that he was very disappointed and sad.

Zemo has guessed from the past few days that Harry may have a somewhat planned selfishness towards himself, but in fact he must still be somewhat sincere to himself. He is not a person who will put his sadness and real emotions and those who express their thoughts to others.He may have his own considerations, but he is not considered a bad person. He is just a 19-year-old boy who experienced a childhood that lacked love and did not have much experience.

"I'll be leaving the day after tomorrow, maybe," Zemo said, and Harry looked at him without asking why he didn't answer his own question clearly.

"I used to be neighbors with Peter Parker for a while, and then I moved away." Zemo said, "But don't ask him any questions, I treat him the same as I treat you."

"You used to be his neighbor?" Harry's face suddenly became a little strange, "What was your alias at that time?"

"Helmut Zemo." Zemo said, "Any questions?"

Harry shook his head: "No, I should have thought too much—are you still in touch with him?"

"No," Zemo said, "I change my contact information every time I move."

"Conceivably," Harry said, "I need to draw your blood, you don't mind."

"No," Zemo said. "It's a fair deal."

"What if I said I didn't think it was a deal?" Harry asked, his eyelashes quivering slightly, but Zemo didn't want to mind.

"Isn't this a deal?" Zemo asked back.

If Zemo were someone else, Harry could easily say no, and make a big story to cover up his real purpose, but he knew he couldn't do it to the person in front of him, he was too smart and cold, he was skeptical Looking at every word Harry said, he was similar to Harry in some way - Harry couldn't lie to him.Harry did have an impure purpose when he first saved him, and some of his words and deeds in the future were based on what could be regarded as a conspiracy. Harry couldn't understand himself better.

So he simply entered the room, drew Zemo's blood, and left the room with the box.He didn't say anything more during this period, and the silence spread between them like a rising tide.

He watched Zemo close the door in front of him, and suddenly felt like laughing. He smiled softly, ironically, shook his head to himself, and walked down the stairs.

Just halfway there, he saw a figure preparing to go up the stairs. He stopped at that moment and stared at the sneaky figure in surprise.That person obviously didn't expect to bump into Harry head-on so directly. For a while, the silence between the two was awkward.

"I... know you," Harry said, addressing the red and blue figure, "You're Spider-Man."

"Oh... oh, yes, I'm Spider-Man, hello, I know you too." Spider-Man greeted him, looking a little unnatural.

The atmosphere fell into awkwardness again, Harry and Spiderman stared at each other.

Harry was about to speak when Spider-Man finally caught his breath and spoke before him—"Do you know a man named Helmut Zemo?"

"Why are you asking that?" Harry narrowed his eyes.

"Do you know him?" Spider-Man asked.

"You work for S.H.I.E.L.D.?" Harry didn't answer his question, but continued to ask Spider-Man sharply.

"No, not yet," Spider-Man said, "but he's a good friend of mine, and I need to know where he is now."

"A very good friend?" Harry sneered, "I doubt the term."

Of course he knew that Helmut Zemo in Spider-Man's mouth was Aaron Vidic, that's why he expressed complete distrust of the word good friend, would Aaron have a good friend?I'm afraid it's just a short-term good friend who was left behind by him.

"Oh, so you know him well." Spider-Man's tone also became less pleasant, not sure why, maybe because of Harry's unfriendly attitude.

"Probably no less than you," Harry said.

"Where is he?" Spider-Man no longer chatted with him, but continued to focus on his own problems.

"He separated from me, I don't know where he went." Harry said without thinking.

"He should be seriously injured," Spider-Man said. "He shouldn't have the strength to go anywhere. How could he be separated from you? Where is he?"

"How do you know he was hurt?" Harry asked, immediately alert.

"Where is he?" Spider-Man raised his voice.

"You'd better leave, or I'll have to call the police. You don't want to lose your reputation as a good neighbor in New York, do you?" Harry threatened, and he even took out his phone—the next second, his hand The mobile phone was stuck to the wall by the spider silk suddenly ejected by Spider-Man.

He glared at Spider-Man, who was unmoved.

"Where is he? How is his injury?" Spider-Man asked, with a fierce tone—Peter suddenly reacted—he seemed to have taught himself the interrogation skills that he didn't know before, even though he met Harry, That didn't seem to work either.

"I don't know," insisted Harry. "How did you know he was hurt? You can track him down the same way."

It's a provocation—yes, it's a provocation, and Harry was put off by that "good friend," he knew Spider-Man couldn't do anything to him, and he'd never say that Zemo was actually In a room less than ten meters away from him.

The author has something to say: Erfeng is simply Zemo's stepmother fan.

I'm Zemo's big fan~

By the way, readers, because the university has a lot of affairs, it may be updated from time to time in the future.mwah.