Just as Peter was about to return to the spot where he'd left Uncle Ben that morning, he noticed a large crowd gathered ahead. Curiosity drew him closer.
A sense of unease settled in his heart. He hurried forward and pushed through the onlookers.
Reaching the front row, he was stopped by a police officer.
Peter's eyes widened in fury. "That's my uncle!" he roared, wrenching free from the officer's grasp and kneeling beside Uncle Ben to check his body.
His voice cracking with emotion, Peter turned to the officer. "What happened?"
He couldn't comprehend why Uncle Ben would be lying here.
The officer replied calmly, "He was shot during a carjacking. We've called an ambulance; they're on their way."
Peter's eyes widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe his beloved uncle had been robbed.
"Uncle Ben, Uncle Ben," Peter cried, shaking his uncle and trying to wake him.
The next moment, Peter found himself and Uncle Ben no longer on the street but in a room, with Uncle Ben lying on a bed.
Everything in the room was unfamiliar, filling Peter with panic. He scanned his surroundings for any trace of familiarity, but it was all in vain.
"So, didn't I tell you to think carefully about your decisions?" a steady voice sounded in Peter's ear.
He turned and saw Chen Ye standing in the doorway, his face wearing an unreadable expression.
Peter's anger erupted instantly. He sprang to his feet and swung a punch at Chen Ye.
"What did you do to Uncle Ben?" he demanded. "Who are you? What do you want?"
His questions were thick with tension and anxiety, each one burning with the desperate need for answers.
Peter didn't care how he'd gotten here; his first concern was whether Uncle Ben was alive or dead.
It was Chen Ye, and he easily dodged Peter's furious punch, a inscrutable smile playing on his lips.
He spoke slowly, his voice carrying an irresistible force. "Are you sure you want to hit me? No one but me can save your Uncle Ben."
"As for where you are... this is my place, of course."
Chen Ye wouldn't tell Peter that he'd had to carry Uncle Ben back one by one using his speed to avoid drawing attention—it would have ruined his cool.
He swore he'd learn mirror space next time.
After hearing Chen Ye's words, Peter fell to his knees, weeping and begging, "Yes, you must have a way to save my Uncle Ben, right? I'm so sorry, please, I'm begging you, save him. I'll do anything you ask if you bring him back."
Peter believed that Chen Ye, who had somehow brought him here without anyone noticing, might possess superpowers and could be the only one capable of saving Uncle Ben.
Chen Ye looked at Uncle Ben lying on the bed and said slowly, "You know, Uncle Ben could have survived. If you had stopped that robber from getting on the elevator, this tragedy wouldn't have happened."
Peter stood frozen, as if struck by lightning.
He couldn't believe that his negligence had led to such devastating consequences. He clutched his chest, the pain there felt as if his heart were being torn apart.
Then, tears streamed down Peter's face like a broken string of pearls. He kowtowed repeatedly, his voice filled with desperate pleading, "Please, Chen Ye, save my uncle. I know I made a mistake, and I'll accept any consequences, as long as you can save him."
Peter's heart was consumed by guilt and anguish. He knew that his oversight had led to Uncle Ben being shot.
Now, Peter's most desperate wish was for Chen Ye to save him. In his eyes, Chen Ye had become his only hope. But as Chen Ye watched Peter's tearful, desperate state, there wasn't a shred of pity in his eyes.
He spoke coldly, his voice tinged with indifference: "Isn't it better without Uncle Ben? No one will nag you anymore. You can do whatever you want now."
Peter's heart felt as if it were being sliced by a knife as he listened to Chen Ye's words. He continued to kowtow, tears and sweat mingling into a pathetic, miserable scene.
He pleaded hoarsely, "No, I need Uncle Ben! I can't lose him. I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Chen Ye, I beg you, save him!"
Yet Chen Ye remained unmoved. He glanced indifferently at Peter and said coldly, "People only learn to cherish what they've lost. This has nothing to do with me."
With that, he turned and left the room, leaving Peter kneeling on the floor, weeping helplessly.
After closing the door, Chen Ye smirked and tossed the Horse Talisman to Deadpool, who had been eavesdropping all along.
After all, Chen Ye had the ability to do so, and he didn't want to see kind-hearted Uncle Ben die right before his eyes.
The Uncle Bens of the multiverse were almost all dead, and Chen Ye refused to accept this. He was determined to save one, just to see what would happen.
*Does Peter really need to lose Uncle Ben to awaken his powers?* Chen Ye didn't think so.
That's why the moment he saw Uncle Ben, he immediately used the Horse Talisman.
As for why he didn't use a Senzu Bean, it was because Chen Ye only had two left and needed to ration them.
As for why he didn't tell Peter, there were two reasons. First, Chen Ye wanted to teach him a harsh lesson. Second, the newly revived Uncle Ben was resting, so he let Peter make a fool of himself in front of him.
Deadpool, leaning against the wall and eavesdropping, whispered, "This kid's really crying his eyes out, Chen Ye. I really want to go in and take some pictures."
Peter stared at the motionless Uncle Ben on the bed, his heart filled with remorse and self-blame.
He remembered those familiar words: "This isn't my problem." It was because of that phrase that he'd let the robber go, indirectly leading to Uncle Ben's injury.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Ben," Peter said, clutching his hand with deep regret.
Just as Peter was lost in his grief, a familiar, aged voice suddenly spoke in his ear: "Peter, I'm alright. Stop crying."
Peter froze, thinking he was hearing things. He looked up and saw Uncle Ben, who should have been lying there quietly, slowly opening his eyes.
Peter's eyes were filled with astonishment and joy. "Uncle Ben, are you okay?" He could hardly believe his eyes.
He had thought he had lost Uncle Ben forever, but now his uncle was right before him—pale, but undeniably alive.
Uncle Ben smiled faintly and shook his head. "I don't know. It seems someone saved me."
Though his voice was weak, it was filled with gratitude and relief.
He himself had been certain he would die, but he never expected to wake up again.
Hearing this, Peter instantly felt a wave of relief, the heavy stone in his heart finally settling.
Peter turned his head, his gaze falling outside the door as if he could see Chen Ye's figure.
His heart was filled with gratitude, but also with confusion.
He wanted to know how Chen Ye had saved his uncle. What kind of person was he?
Uncle Ben seemed to sense Peter's intentions and said slowly, "Go, child. Thank him for me."
Peter nodded. He knew he had to find Chen Ye—to express his gratitude and to unravel the mysteries in his heart.
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