"You are? My parents' friend? Peter said with some uncertainty.

"Oh? Do you know me? I was indeed a friend of your parents before and did research with your parents. Your parents were very good at data analysis," Connors said.

"Dr. Connors, please wait a moment." Peter crouched down, unzipped his backpack, and began to search for something.

A few minutes later, Peter finally found the photo he found in his briefcase, because there was no information about Dr. Connors before, he almost forgot about it, he didn't expect Dr. Connors to appear in front of him without warning, which made Peter feel that there was a providence in the dark, this must be God's arrangement!

"Dr. Connors, are you the person in the picture?"

In the photo, Richard. Parker stood in the middle, and Mary was on the side. Parker was lying on his right shoulder while Curtis. Connors stood on the side of Richard. To the left of Parker, a look of spirit.

"Oh, you actually have this picture, it's so nostalgic." Connors took the photo with a look of distraction.

"Let's go, little Peter, I'll ask you to go have a cup of coffee and tell me about the story behind this picture."

……

Connors's life is a little embarrassing, a middle-aged man didn't even drive, he relied on the bus to move, and the café he chose was not tall, just a very ordinary café, but it was decently decorated, with some small style.

Connors ordered Peter a caramel latte and asked himself for another espresso.

"This picture, let me think about it." Connors holds the photograph and reminisces about the past.

"I think it was taken when you were not yet born, and I remember your father always told me that if it was a boy, he would call him Peter. Parker, if it's a girl, call him Jeanny. Parker. Look at the photo of your mother's belly is a little bulging, you must have been in her belly for four or five months. ”

"I was a doctor at the time, and your parents were data analysts. Your parents and I were both working for the CIA at the time and working on many projects, so we became good friends who talked about everything, and this photo is a celebratory photo taken after the success of our last project together. ”

"Originally, we all thought it was a very ordinary celebration photo, and we would work together a lot later, but then I was sent to the front to perform surgeries and treatments for the soldiers, and your parents continued to work for the CIA, and then they got married and gave birth to you. Originally, I sent them letters, jokingly, saying that when I came back from the battlefield, they would give me a make-up birthday party. What we never expected was that this photo would become our last group photo. ”

"Dr. Connors, don't you know the whereabouts of my parents?" Peter was a little disappointed, he thought Connors must have known about his parents' situation.

"No, I know, although I don't work for the CIA anymore after I came back from the battlefield, I still know some intelligence." Connors didn't say anything about himself, such as the accidental loss of a hand on the battlefield, or the origin of his current hand.

"Can you tell me, then?"

"Peter, your parents are good people and heroes of America! You may have experienced many ridicule and sarcasm since you were a child, but your parents have made great contributions to the country and the people! Connors suddenly became agitated.

"Then they ......" Peter was a little depressed, although he had already guessed the result, but when he heard others say it, he couldn't help but be sad and low.

"Hmm...... As you might have guessed, they sacrificed for their country. On their last mission, they were betrayed, their CIA identities were revealed, and their plane was taken control of by the enemy, eventually crashing and dying. Connors said, his tone lowered.

"They died for the sake of America, you are the children of heroes." Connors touched Peter's head and said softly and comfortingly.

"I, I know......" Peter nodded with some difficulty.

"But it's preferable, I'd rather they ......"

"Silly boy, there are some things that can't be repeated." Connors Road.

Peter gulped down the caramel latte in front of him, bittersweet flavors erupting on his tongue, and he gasped for breath.

"So Dr. Connors, what are you looking for from me? Actually, I also looked for you, but it didn't work out for too long, and then I gave up. Peter asked, and Dr. Connors had a reason to look for himself.

"Actually, I remembered a notebook from a long time ago, I deposited it with your father, which was the derivation process of one of my formulas, which I forgot before, and I only remembered it recently, and I want to ask you to see if Richard left that notebook."

Peter remembered the two formulas in his father's sources, which seemed to be at odds with what Dr. Connors had said.