Richard. The briefcase Parker left behind did have formulas in them, but not one, but two, as Connors said, and the formulas were not written in a notebook, but printed out on an old-fashioned printer and bound into a book.

Connors was not wrong, Richard. Parker's first derivation of the formula was indeed recorded in a notebook, and there was indeed only one formula. But after the two separated, Richard. Parker deduced a variation of the formula and printed it on an old-fashioned printer for publication, but unfortunately not before Richard could get there. Parker made an appointment with the publisher, and he was already dead.

Of course, the biggest doubt is that Richard. At the end of the formula, Parker signed himself and Mary. Parker's name, and according to Connors, he claimed that he had deduced the formula, much to Peter's hard time accepting,

"I don't know much about what my father left behind, this picture was always on the TV before." Peter was shameless in lying, and his face was not red and his heart was not beating.

"Dr. Connors, can you tell me about the characteristics of that formula? Or the characteristics of that notebook. I'll be able to help you find it when I get back. Peter still had a little leeway, said.

Connors looked very pleased. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly his whole body twitched.

"It's not good, the inhibitor can have side effects when you're emotional." Connors felt like his whole body was tearing.

"Dr. Connors, what's wrong with you?" Peter hurried over to Connors, but was pushed away by Connors.

"It's okay, I'm fine." Connors said reluctantly, but it still looked painful.

"It's ...... In my early years I was in ...... A little after-effect of my wounds on the battlefield. Connors said, enduring the pain.

"As long as ...... As long as I'm a little more emotional...... I'm going to have pain all over my body. Connors said, his face turning pale and sweating profusely on his forehead.

"This ...... Is that so? I know a doctor who is very skilled, but unfortunately he is not in New York now, otherwise he would have been able to cure your pain. Peter said.

The doctor Peter was talking about was naturally Baron Mordo, who had been summoned back to Kama Taj by the Ancient One, and Peter had been to the sanctuary to look for Baron Mordo, but there he only saw Zikcliffe. Luther.

For Baron Mordo's little experiment, Zikcliff. Luther knew about it, but he was not interested in experimenting with Peter, so he casually said that Baron Mordo was no longer in New York, and sent Peter away.

"Yes, yes? Is there such an amazing doctor in New York? The pain in Connors's body gradually subsided, his speech became more coherent, and his face was bloody, only sweat still flowing.

"When he gets back to New York, I'll beg him to treat you." Peter said.

"Well, thank you very much."

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"Dr. Connors, I'll go back first, and I'll take a good look at what my father left behind, and I'll contact you if there's the notebook you mentioned." Standing at the station, Peter said.

"Thanks, Peter, you are a good boy, worthy of Richard and Mary's child." Connors complimented.

"Don't say that, Dr. Connors, I'll be proud." Peter scratched his head, and a tram stopped in front of him, which was the tram he was going home on.

"Then I'll go first, Dr. Connors, and may God bless you." Peter jumped on the tram and waved goodbye to Connors.

"Goodbye, safe journey!" Connors waved his hand as well.

When the tram left, Connors fell into deep thought again.

"Fortunately, I forcibly stabilized my emotions just now, so if it becomes that state in public, it will be troublesome." Connors was talking about his lizardman state, and although he was still a little proud of his state, it would be difficult for Peter to get Richard from Peter if he saw it. Parker left the formula out.

"I hope Richard's relics are still there, otherwise I won't be able to reactivate my whole body, and I'll have to live in pain for the rest of my life."

Connors didn't take Peter's doctor to heart, once when he was a senior expert in the Osborne Group, he knew all the famous doctors in New York, but none of them satisfied him, he didn't know Peter, a doctor he knew as a high school student, who could treat him.

on the tram.

Peter was huddled with the crowd, and he also bowed his head and pondered.

"Why do you always feel like there's something wrong with Dr. Connors?" Peter touched his nose, unaware that it was a slight warning from the spider's senses.

"He pushed me away......" Peter suddenly thought of a strange place.

"Why was he able to push me away, with my current strength, how did he push me away?" Peter's strength now exceeds twenty tons, and an ordinary person simply cannot push Peter away.

"There must be something strange about the two formulas that my father left behind!"