I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

The car radio broadcast a news report.

"When the fire broke out at Midtown High School, the school was holding a regional football championship. It was said that this was a fire caused by an accidental circuit fire. Other witnesses also mentioned that there was a short circuit on the band stage."

The old Toyota car turned a corner and drove towards the church near Midtown High School.

Uncle Ben, who was driving, listened to the sound on the radio and sighed slightly.

"What a tragedy. I hope the dead can rest in peace."

Peter, who was sitting in the co-pilot seat, looked at the scenery flashing outside the window, shook his head, and said to Uncle Ben: "This is not a natural disaster, Uncle Ben."

It has been three days since the tragedy of the football game.

Without any surprise, this incident has become a hot topic for the media to report.

But almost all media define it as a fire caused by a short circuit.

The host on the radio is still reporting.

"Four fire trucks in Brooklyn were sent to Midtown High School to put out the fire, but the school's fire hydrants had been damaged, so the fire could not be put out in time."

"Five bodies have been found, one of whom is a teacher at Midtown High School, and the other four are participants in the football game. It is reported that they are all members of the 'White Shark' football team, and none of them are over 18 years old."

"In addition, two firefighters were sent to the hospital for treatment due to smoke inhalation."

Listening to the host's report, Uncle Ben's brows were frowned more and more.

"I made a mistake. I shouldn't have let you go to watch the football game that night."

Uncle Ben blamed himself for letting Peter go to school that day.

"I didn't suffer any injuries, so you don't need to blame yourself, Uncle Ben. Besides, some things are not what we can predict."

Peter comforted Uncle Ben.

"Yes, there are some things we can't predict."

Uncle Ben stepped on the brakes and waited for the red light at the intersection.

"People will always encounter some things in their lives, sometimes good things, sometimes bad things. When bad things come, we have to endure them, especially when you can't change it."

Peter nodded and asked Uncle Ben: "What if we can change it?"

"Then do your best to change it."

Uncle Ben turned his head and said to Peter: "I think, my nephew-Peter, if bad things happen, you must have done your best."

Peter shook his head and replied to Uncle Ben: "No, I didn't, I can only be considered sloppy."

"I know you, Peter."

The red light signal turned green, Uncle Ben stepped on the accelerator, drove forward, and continued to say to Peter: "You are not the kind of sloppy person."

A few minutes later, the car arrived at the destination and stopped in front of a church.

The "fire" incident at the Central City High School football game caused the deaths of many students and teachers.

The memorial service for the deceased's body was held in this Christian church.

Many teachers, students, parents and others from Central City High School have arrived.

People wearing solemn black clothes, with white flowers on their chests, looked solemn and solemn.

The scene was filled with a heavy and sad atmosphere.

Uncle Ben and Peter, both wearing black clothes and ties on the outside.

Peter had no intention of attending this kind of funeral, but at Uncle Ben's strong request, he finally accompanied him.

"Hey, Peter."

He found a seat and was about to sit down when he heard a voice coming from behind.

Peter looked back and found a handsome face.

"Harry Osborn?"

Based on the memory of his previous life, he quickly recognized the identity of the person in front of him.

Harry Osborn, the son of Green Goblin Norman Osborn, is also a good friend of Peter Parker.

"I haven't seen you for a few weeks, Peter, aren't we familiar with each other to this extent?"

Harry, wearing a black suit and tie, came over and patted Peter on the shoulder.

"Even if you call me Little Norman, it's more intimate than calling me by my name."

Peter recalled and asked him, "I remember what international activities you participated in?"

"United Nations charity activities, which can help you accumulate credits and expand your network so that you can go to a better university. My father signed me up for this. Of course, his purpose is not for me to go to a good university, but to train me."

Harry shrugged his shoulders and said indifferently, "My father is always like this, majestic and always seems to have a lot of ideas, and I am the one who always has no ideas."

Perhaps realizing that it is not appropriate to talk about his father like this, he quickly changed the subject, "I heard that Gwen was hospitalized?"

"Yeah."

"That's really bad news, and everything that happened on the playground."

He said with a heavy expression, "I didn't expect something like this to happen in school."

Peter nodded slightly to the innocent and seemingly loveless teenager in front of him, and prepared to sit on the chair next to him.

Harry didn't seem to feel the deliberate alienation of his "friend", and took the initiative to lean over and sit next to him.

"Peter, was this really a fire? I heard it was a spider monster."

Before he finished speaking, a guest attending the funeral turned around and glared at him.

Harry realized that his voice was a little loud, so he lowered his voice and continued to say to Peter: "You were at the scene that night. Was the spider monster real?"

Peter listened to the prayer of the priest on the stage, looked straight ahead and said: "Maybe you should ask your father, isn't he a big shot? He may know more than you."

"He is not an omnipotent God, why does he know this."

Harry saw that Peter didn't want to say anything, and stopped asking helplessly.

"We fear death, we reject death, we will eventually die, we are not immortal, but our spirit will not die. Don Rhodes, Taylor Brandon, Jim Nantz, Bill Chancellor, these are our friends, all died young, but they are all remembered by us."

The pastor on the stage delivered a eulogy.

"To us, they are not perfect, but they are close to perfect. They are good players in the game, defenders of dignity and courage on the field. The 'Hand of Death' will not easily erase our memories of them."

Peter, sitting in the audience, listened to the pastor talking about the "Hand of Death" with a slightly stunned expression.

It is really ironic that he was called the "Hand of Death" by Ms. Weber and now heard it at the funeral.

He shook his head and automatically blocked out these meaningless eulogies.

When he was about to go out for some fresh air, his heart suddenly contracted.

His pupils dilated for a moment, and he suddenly grabbed the handrail next to him.

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