The young Black boy looked at the spiderweb stuck to his clothes, followed it, and saw a motionless figure lying on the ground in the distance. After hesitating, he walked over.
The first thing he saw was a pair of long johns, then a big belly, and then a jacket.
But beneath that jacket, a hint of red was faintly visible.
The young Black boy stopped, his gaze settling on the person's hand.
That was where the spiderweb ended—and there was a web-shooter there.
"No way."
He crouched down and slowly pulled open the half-covered jacket.
Underneath was unmistakably a Spider-suit!
"Who are you?" Three parts fear, three parts confusion, three parts surprise, and one part delight appeared on the young Black boy's face, forming a black fan-shaped chart.
But he received no response.
This suspected Spider-Man had been suddenly electrocuted by the young Black boy earlier, leaving his entire body paralyzed. Though he remained conscious, he still could not move.
So, of course, he couldn't answer!
As the saying went, blessings never came alone, but misfortunes never came singly.
The young Black boy had not awakened this suspected Spider-Man, and Peter, lying in the coffin, had not burst from it either. Yet a "fourth force" suddenly arrived.
"Stop! NYPD! What are you doing!" Two police officers ran over, their flashlights shining directly on the two people on the ground.
The young Black boy was horrified.
In a situation like his, he could be shot dead on the spot!
So, to evade the police, he hoisted the suspected Spider-Man onto his shoulders and put on a street performance of "The Boy Chasing the Train and the Drifter Being Dragged Along."
For a while, the entire street was thrown into chaos.
Only much later did the farce finally end. The young