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

evening.

Gwen sat next to the wilted marigolds, chewing gum.

While looking at the signature about Captain America in her hand, she stretched out her fingers and lightly touched the damaged head of the "little goblin".

"I know, Dad, it was me."

Gwen is on the phone with her father.

George Stacey didn't know it yet, but Peter asked Captain America for his autograph on his behalf.

However, he already knew about the "Venom Spider-Woman" reported on TV, and was asking if the other party was Gwen.

"Have you changed your outfit? Gwen."

"No, it's just. Just something unexpected. I'll take care of it soon, Dad."

Gwen replied to her father in a weak tone: "Yes, I can take care of myself, Dad."

"You like to keep everything in mind, Gwen. If you get into any trouble, I can help you. Maybe you should go home and check it out."

"I know, Dad, I will find time to go back, but not now, I will solve it soon."

Listening to the footsteps behind her, Gwen said to George Stacey: "I have to hang up, Dad, we will talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Gwen, who was sitting in front of the steps, turned around.

"Hey, Peter."

"Talk to Officer George?"

"Yes, Dad said he wanted to talk to you."

Gwen smiled slyly at Peter and showed him the ring in her hand.

"Dad thought you were going to propose to me because of the Queen Elizabeth ring you gave me, and he was angry."

Peter looked at the ring he got from the black cat in the main world on Gwen's finger and smiled slightly.

"If I were to propose to you, Gwen, would you say yes?"

"Um"

Gwen pondered for a moment, pretending to be embarrassed.

"I'll have to think about it, unless Peter wants a very different proposal ceremony."

"What is 'very different'?"

Peter sat on the steps near Gwen.

"It's very different."

Gwen said while leaning her head on Peter's shoulder, "No matter what the ceremony is, it's just different if you do it Peter."

Peter felt Gwen's heartbeat and breathing without speaking.

The two people quietly enjoyed the rare silence.

Ten minutes passed.

Night falls.

But the sky has not yet been completely swallowed up by darkness, there is still a little light, the chirping of crickets has replaced the chirping of cicadas, and a gentle breeze is blowing.

"You haven't been to school in a long time, Gwen."

After a while, Peter said to Gwen.

"You too, Peter, you haven't been there for a long time, and we are all bad students now."

Gwen suddenly raised her head from Peter's shoulder,

"You know what? Peter, I used to go to a girls' school."

"A girls' school?"

"Yes."

Gwen said, one leg dangling on the steps.

"But the girls in school are bad girls."

"Bad girl? That's not something you would say, Gwen."

Gwen shrugged, "Yeah, that's not quite what I said, but it's my subjective feeling."

she said, Captain America's autograph spread across her knees.

"Some girls benefit from a new start, a new beginning, that's capital, but when you enter a new stage, you start to move towards a different kind of life."

Gwen said in a low tone.

She thought about her own problems and wondered if she would be the beginning of a new life after being infected by the symbiote.

Peter asked Gwen, "What do you think a bad girl is, Gwen?"

He was curious about what was going on in Gwen's mind at this time.

"I'm not sure. Maybe you can take a questionnaire, Peter."

Gwen thought for a while and said:

"I can give you a summary of the content of the questionnaire. For example, do you behave in a manner that floutes social norms? Do you feel that those social norms do not apply to you? Do you become angry and rebel without warning? Do you feel that those social norms do not apply to you? Do you become angry and resist without warning? Will you curse and hurt others?"

Gwen stared at the fence in front of her and said:

"Or more seriously, depression, manic depression, bipolar disorder, attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, anxiety, oppositional oppositional disorder, or some sort of 'borderline personality disorder-'"

"Oppositional Defiance Disorder?"

Peter repeated the word, not expecting such a complex word to come out of Gwen's mouth.

It seems that Gwen's cultural level has improved a lot after being parasitized by the symbiote.

"It's a sign of a person who can't get along with authority, doesn't want to be told what to do, is angry, resentful, argumentative, usually in some kind of trouble, and often does things that go against orders."

"If, and I mean if, I become like this, Peter."

Gwen hesitantly asked Peter, "Will you still love me? I mean, can we still have this relationship?"

After almost losing control and killing a black gangster last night, Gwen felt something was stuck in her heart.

"Of course you're not going to change, Gwen."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

Peter comforted her: "Even if you suffer from oppositional defiance disorder, our relationship will not change."

"Thanks, I know you won't give up on me, Peter."

Gwen hugged Peter.

"By the way, I don't think I have oppositional resistance disease yet, not yet."

Gwen argued weakly.

"I may have been a good girl, and it's not my fault that I'm surrounded by villains and lunatics half the time. I've always done things my own way, but I'm afraid that the symbiote really made me hurt you, Peter, if I Will you forgive me for what Eddie did? No, even if you forgive me, I’m afraid I won’t forgive myself.”

Gwen said frustrated.

"Yes I will, don't worry Gwen, I'll take care of it."

Peter reached out and touched the restless Gwen, whose eyes were open like a deer's.

He could feel the fear and worry of the girl in front of him.

Gwen is not worried that the symbiote will harm herself, but that the symbiote will make her harm those around her.

After gently kissing Gwen's forehead, Peter told her about Harry, "Did you know? Harry joined SHIELD."

"Harry joined S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Gwen had a look of surprise on her face.

Peter nodded, "Although it's a little strange, this is what the director of SHIELD said himself, so it shouldn't be wrong."

Gwen took out her mobile phone, "Yes, this is strange. Although Harry said he was going on a trip and turned off all communication tools before, I didn't expect him to secretly become an agent. I have to leave a message on his personal social app to ask. "

After she left a message for Harry, she turned on her phone and found that it pushed a message to her.

"Evil murder suspect haunts New York City!"

Gwen looked at the headlines and was stunned.

"This is.?"

Gwen handed the phone to Peter, "Why is the mask this guy is wearing so similar to the Green Goblin's mask?"

Peter frowned as he looked at the picture of the suspect on the news.

Judging from the portrait, it does look very similar to the Green Goblin's mask.

However, the colors are obviously different, and there are many differences in styling details.

When did this guy show up? !

"Are you okay? George."

At Stacey's house, DeWolf asked George Stacey who had ended the phone call with his daughter.

"Fortunately, you know, when a daughter reaches this stage, she will always be a little rebellious, but it's much better. At least Gwen is willing to call me."

Faced with the visit of his former colleagues, George was still very happy.

Even though he is no longer a police officer.

"Have you heard about the guy who calls himself an evil spirit?"

After Detective DeWolfe and George talked a few words about Gwen, they turned to the "evil ghost" who suddenly appeared.

"Yes, isn't Officer Frank investigating? I heard he did a good job."

"Yes, he did a good job, but I still hope you can come back, George. I know you have always cared about this career."

George shook his head and picked up the coffee cup, "Compared to the profession of police, I would rather be a qualified father. Besides, I may not be suitable for the profession of police. When you compromise in certain aspects, you will Something will be sacrificed.”

Seeing George's firm expression, DeWolf nodded helplessly.

"No matter what, I will miss the days when we worked together."

"Me too."

George held up the coffee cup to her.

When DeWolf returned to the police station, before she had time to rest, she received a report.

The reporter claimed that when he passed by the neighbor's house, he heard the sound of breaking things, and it seemed that the neighbors were quarreling or fighting.

So she could only drive to the call location.

Brooklyn.

Light shines through the broken windows into a gray patchwork, capturing swirls of dust and decaying frivolity beneath the beams.

The beam of light ended on the face of Chris Martin, who was tied to an old table.

The leather padding beneath him was torn, biting into his bare back, thighs, and buttocks.

The smells mingled together: sweat, urine, rust, all mingled into a pungent chemical stench.

Chris Martin was gagged with barbed wire, and the wounds stretched all the way to his head, from front to back—rusty barbs poking into the corners of his mouth.

The wire pinned his head to the table.

His tongue and lips were dry and cracked, indicating that he had been here for some time.

The walls around him were blackened and charred, the wallpaper blistered like skin soaked in water.

The ceiling was pulled down here and there, knobs and wiring ducts dangling, held up by sagging bundles of damaged insulation, looking as if gray clouds had been dragged down by a rainstorm.

"Tap! Tread! Tread!"

A man suddenly walked out of the shadows.

"Young men, hear me tell the story of the fate of poor old Polly, a young man who, young and dissolute, and pretentious, groaned in despair and died groaning."

The song has a folk flavor, old, slow and rhythmic.

The man's voice was thick and husky, and behind it the voice quivered and swayed from low to high as pleasantly as the tines of a fork passing through a stone slab.

"He would go frolic and dance and play, even though all his friends would say, 'When I get old, I'm going to turn to God and I'm sure He's going to take my soul.'"

The gagged Chris Martin struggled hard. The corners of his cracked mouth were scabbed, and fresh blood flowed out and then dried.

Both of his palms were engraved with "X" marks. Although the wounds were a little shallow, they were exactly the same. There were also two identical marks on his feet.

"One Friday morning Polly fell ill, his stubborn heart began to fail and he cried 'Oh no, my days are gone and it's too late to repent now'."

The man continued singing the ballad, and his face emerged from the shadows.

The man's face was wearing a mask of an evil spirit, and his eyes were shining through the lenses behind film goggles tied to his flesh.

It was not his head, but a hood that covered his shoulders and down to his bare, sallow chest.

Emerging from the shadows, he held a dagger in his hand.

"He called his father to his bedside, his eyes rolling in his head, Oh Godfather, farewell, your evil offspring scream in hell."

The man continued singing.

Chris Martin struggled desperately after seeing the dagger.

He rubbed his head back and forth, trying to escape, trying to free part of his body - and when the wire cut into his cheek, he screamed heartbreakingly.

The blood rolled in his throat, almost suffocating him.

A man wearing a demon mask came over, his fingers wet with red.

Seeing the man wearing the devil mask, he was about to stab the man in the head with the dagger.

At the critical moment, the door of the dim room was suddenly kicked open.

"Bang!"

The dazzling sunlight shines in.

DeWolf stood at the door with his gun raised, "Police, don't move!"

A man wearing a demon mask raised his dagger high into the sky.

A beam of light suddenly shone at him, causing him to stop.

When the tied up Chris Martin saw the police coming to the door, he immediately twisted and struggled and screamed.

The man wearing the evil ghost mask paused for a moment, then suddenly swung the dagger downward.

But Chris Martin used all his strength to dodge back, and at the same time, DeWolf also pulled the trigger in his hand.

With a "bang" sound, the bullet grazed the hand of the man in the devil mask.

The dagger blade landed heavily on the table, cutting into a groove that was not newly formed.

Unfortunately, Chris Martin did not dodge, and his head rolled behind the table with a bang.

Then a man wearing a demon mask kicked it into a tattered wicker basket lined with black plastic garbage bags.

Blood dripped onto the damaged floor.

"Damn it!"

DeWolf didn't expect that he would encounter a murder suspect just during an ordinary door-to-door inspection.

What's even more disgusting is that this guy actually killed someone in front of him.

Angry, she pulled the trigger repeatedly.

All the bullets in the magazine were fired at the opponent.

DeWolf fired all the bullets in the gun in one breath.

But the man wearing the devil mask had already dodged aside.

Seeing that the bullet did not hit the opponent, DeWolf quickly stepped back and prepared to call for support.

But what she didn't expect was that a flying skateboard suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

"Bang!"

The "evil ghost" riding a flying skateboard knocked her out hard.

"Boom!"

DeWolf's pistol also flew away.

at the same time.

Stacy's house.

George Stacey suddenly noticed that DeWolf had forgotten something at home.

He walked to the table and found that the other party's police badge was left here.

Picking up the police badge and rubbing the lines on it, he hesitated for a moment, then finally took out his cell phone and dialed DeWolf's cell phone.