Chapter 756

"So sad, Uncle Ben's personality is so good, and his way of teaching is so great."

"A bit sad."

"How sad Parker must be to see this."

"I remember in the previous Iron Parker, Parker also talked about similar things; does it seem like this situation has happened before too?"

"Parallel worlds, could they really be parallel worlds?"

"The key is, even if they are parallel worlds, how can the events be so similar?"

Amidst the discussion,

in the scene,

Parker looked at Uncle Ben lying in a pool of blood.

He reached out his hands tremblingly.

He stroked Uncle Ben's chest.

There was a hole there, bleeding profusely.

Parker knelt down.

Tears streamed down his eyes instantly.

He cried out uncontrollably: "Ah!"

"Quick, call an ambulance."

"Quick, call an ambulance!"

Parker roared helplessly at his surroundings.

"Ambulance!"

"Someone, quick, help me call an ambulance."

"Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben..."

Parker cried like a tear-stained person.

He pressed on Uncle Ben's wound in a panic.

He had no idea how to handle such a situation.

At this moment, his brain was completely plunged into sorrow.

"No, don't."

The entire street was like a ghost town.

Parker knelt in front of Uncle Ben.

Feeling lost.

The live broadcast room was in an uproar.

They didn't expect this to happen.

Everyone had thought it was just a scene from a Spider-Man parallel world.

But they didn't expect the death of a loved one to appear directly.

Many people felt the same way.

One by one, they cried secretly in front of the live broadcast room.

The scene turned.

In the middle of the night, someone came to Aunt May's house.

And explained what happened just now to Aunt May.

Aunt May sat at the table.

Her eyes were red.

She couldn't hear what they were saying anymore.

This blow was simply too great for her.

The police handed a sketch to Aunt May.

"A witness drew a sketch of the suspect."

"Please take a look."

Aunt May nodded, choking back sobs.

She looked at the person in the sketch.

She shook her head and said, "I don't know him."

Parker stood by the corner wall.

He looked at Aunt May with great self-reproach.

The police said, "I guessed you might not know him either."

"Other officers are investigating."

"Wait and see if they find anything."

Aunt May nodded while crying.

When the police were about to leave,

Parker greeted them: "Can you give me this sketch?"

The police handed the sketch to Parker.

"Here you go."

"One more thing, he has a star-shaped tattoo on his left hand."

Parker looked at the pattern on the paper.

He remembered the wrist tattoo that the man in glasses revealed when he took the money earlier.

Parker looked at Aunt May.

Aunt May covered her eyes with her hands and cried.

She was extremely sorrowful.

Parker returned to his room.

He held his phone in his hand.

He opened a recording.

He put the phone to his ear.

Uncle Ben's voice rang out.

"Peter, I know you've been having a hard time lately."

"I'm really sorry."

"I think I understand how you feel."

Parker cried bitterly as he listened.

These were the last few words Uncle Ben said to him.

But his Uncle Ben died right before his eyes.

Hearing this conversation,

many people in the live broadcast room couldn't hold it in anymore.

"So sad, such a good person like Uncle Ben is just gone like that."

"Uncle Ben was too good to Parker."

"My heart is aching with pain."

"Birth, aging, sickness, and death, partings and reunions—I can't bear to see these the most."

"If it weren't for Uncle Ben, Parker would probably have become someone like Eugene."

"It shouldn't have happened."

"With great power comes great responsibility."

Afterwards, during school time,

Parker was clearly not in the right state of mind.

He was completely dejected.

Many classmates noticed that something wasn't right with him.

Eugene walked over from not far away.

"Hey, Parker."