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

"What's wrong?"

Seeing Peter's expression was different, Gwen asked Peter doubtfully.

"nothing."

Peter turned his head and smiled at Gwen, "I just thought of something suddenly."

"Hmm, you must not think so."

Gwen shrugged, "I can always read your mind, Peter."

She took out a copy of "Metamorphoses" from the box, flipped through a few pages at random, and said to Peter: "You are Gregor, and I am your sister. Even if you turn into a beetle, I can guess your thoughts. "

Peter looked at Gwen in surprise, "Do you still read such obscure writing?"

Gwen is actually such a meaningful girl?

It was as if he truly recognized the girl in front of him for the first time.

"Hmm, I like Gregor. He turned into a monster and is not understood by anyone, but he still loves his sister."

Gwen sat on the floor hugging her legs. "When I first read it, I was very young. After reading it, I remembered the first sentence, 'When I woke up, I turned into a beetle.' Then I had nightmares for several days. When I woke up in the morning Let me wave it first to make sure my hand is still a hand. The second time I was in the attic building, I was more involved in reading novels than watching movies. After I finished reading, I found that it was already dark. This time, the one who impressed me most was the "sister" in the article. This role."

Gwen stared out into the dark rainy night.

"The first appearance was of her voice, at the door on the other side, his sister asked in a soft, sad voice: 'Gregor, are you not feeling well? Do you want anything?' So he The father went back to have his breakfast, but his sister whispered: 'Gregor, please open the door.'"

"The price of becoming a monster is that everyone you love around you will drift away from you. My sister finally forced Gregor to death."

Gwen breathed out, "I am a monster now, Peter. I almost killed someone in the parking lot before. If that 'evil spirit' is really Harry, I really made a mistake."

"No you're not, Gwen."

Peter stroked Gwen's blond hair, "If you're a monster, I'm a monster, we're all monsters, Gwen."

"That's why I said I would read your mind."

Gwen stood up, held "Metamorphosis" in her hand, coughed, "I can recite the poem in it to you."

Before Peter could speak, Gwen quickly read out a poem from it.

“Since I have no shame, I will go public.

If I have the chance, I will go where the crowd gathers,

Tell everyone; if you lock me here,

I will stir up these pitiful woods and rocks.

The heavenly air will hear, and the gods,

If there is a god in heaven, he will definitely be able to hear my voice. "

After listening to Gwen's poem reading, Peter clapped his hands and said, "Very good, Gwen. In addition to being a rock star like Felicia Hardy, you can also consider being a writer. After all, you are Started writing an autobiographical memoir.”

"I'm not interested in becoming a writer or anything like that."

Gwen sat down proudly and put the book on the ground.

Staring at Peter's side face, she suddenly realized that she couldn't live without him.

"Can we hug?"

Gwen opened her hands.

Peter watched the youthful girl open her arms to him, and naturally he would not refuse.

"certainly."

He opened his arms and took Gwen into his arms.

After the two enjoyed a moment of silence, Gwen asked Peter for a kiss.

"It's like you have two hearts beating in your chest! Peter."

Gwen whispered to him softly, whispering into his ear.

"Yes, I have two hearts inside me."

Peter said to Gwen: "One is ordinary and the other is not ordinary."

"Then you're right, you're a monster too."

Gwen touched Peter's chest and listened to the two heartbeats inside.

Feeling hot all over, Gwen took off her coat.

Her fingers, nimble and nimble, groped for Peter's corduroy L.L. Bean shirt.

Gwen then took the first button with her teeth, bit it off and spat it against the wall.

With a click, it rolled to the heat exhaust port and slid in.

Everything seemed to have stopped.

Gwen raised her head nervously and looked at the surprised Peter's face.

"Well, I'm not very good at this."

Gwen felt that what she had just done was so shameful.

She stood up and slapped her blushing face, "We were a little impulsive just now."

Peter was a little surprised when he saw Gwen's actions, so much so that he stopped and did not continue to "attack".

"Where did you learn that? Gwen."

"Well, I don't remember what I read in the book or the magazine I was reading. The symbiote made my thoughts feel a little wrong."

Gwen found an excuse for herself in embarrassment, blaming the shameful action just now on the symbiote.

She steadfastly refused to admit that she accidentally watched the pay-TV content.

"Hmm, I have to say that what you did just now was very sexy, a little different from your previous image."

Peter said seriously.

"All right."

Gwen exhaled and said to Peter with a guilty conscience: "What should I do to make you forget these things, Peter?"

at the same time.

Black cat place.

The thief Black Cat also experienced a war with Peter.

She looked at Spider-Man standing in front of her in horror.

"wrong!"

"No," she said, her voice filled with disbelieving shock, "it's not you, you're not Peter."

The guy in the spider uniform suddenly retracted his fist and punched the black cat in the nose.

Black Cat felt an explosion, a break, blood popping up like firecrackers, and two spurts of red liquid flowing through her chin.

When the opponent was about to continue attacking, the black cat rolled onto the table in the room.

"I am Spider-Man, and Spider-Man is me. Is there any doubt about this?"

The other party said to her.

"Go away."

Black Cat gritted his teeth and cursed at him.

Soon Spider-Man rushed over again, and the opponent's fist was like lightning, slamming into her stomach.

She bent and rolled under the table, into the space between the table and the television.

Blood soaked the carpet and she felt like something was collapsing inside her.

Spider-Man grabbed both of her ankles and dragged her out.

The carpet hurt her back as her top kept tugging at her behind.

There was a smile in Spider-Man's voice, but it wasn't his smile.

This is not Peter, this is another Spider-Man, another Peter Parker.

"you."

She hissed, then spat.

"Give me your hand," Spider-Man said.

"Intruder, intruder."

Spider-Man just laughed.

He grabbed her hand and slammed it, palm down, onto the carpet.

"I am Peter Parker, and I am Spider-Man. Aren't we friends?"

"No!"

The black cat gasped and stood up, "This is my dream, and you are my fictional existence."

She soon realized she was dreaming.

After all, this kind of fuzzy feeling in the head cannot be the real world.

"Right? This is a dream."

"You will know the answer, I will let you know the answer, think about it, can you escape this nightmare?"

As Spider-Man spoke, blood flowed from her eyes, and the world collapsed before her eyes.

The black cat suddenly woke up from his sleep.

Opening her eyes and looking at the familiar room, she breathed a sigh of relief.

It's really a realistic dream.

Did you have such a nightmare just because you met the so-called Spider-Man from other dimensions?

Are you afraid that Peter Parker from other dimensions is a complete evil person?

She got up and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

The black cats in the living room looked at their owners who came out in the middle of the night with their green eyes.

She opened the refrigerator and took out a glass of vodka.

The vodka should have revived sleepiness in her, but there was no sleepiness at all, and her head kept spinning like a merry-go-round of horrific images.

Not one, but four Spider-Men, and a weird talking pig.

Animals can talk?

Could he have broken into Alice's dream?

Although the "little tiger" was not recovered, she had completely forgotten the matter, and her mind was filled with the Spider-Man just now.

Are they here to find Peter?

Black Cat rubbed his brow to make his thoughts clearer.

She opened the freezer and found a pint of Haagen-Dazs chocolate ice cream, plopped down on the sofa, put the ice cream bucket between her legs, took a big scoop with a spoon, and turned on the TV.

Cooking show.

Change the channel.

Something about Hawaiian volcanoes.

Change the channel.

TV shopping shows, blah blah blah, super mop.

Change the channel.

An American Werewolf in London is reaching its climax.

The titular wolf rampages through London's Piccadilly Circus, maimed, confused, and utterly stupid, with cars honking and screaming, and the beast tearing off a bystander's head before flinging it into the crowd.

Click.

TV, off.

Black Cat felt dizzy and overwhelmed by the dream she had just had. She sat on the sofa, nursing a pint of ice cream, thinking about parallel worlds and Spider-Man.

Maybe he should contact Peter and go to the Daily Bugle to publish a newspaper, or go to him directly?

Just when she was thinking about whether to contact Peter, she suddenly heard something.

A sound of footsteps sounded outside the door.

Through the window next to the front door, Black Cat could see a shadow moving on the other side of the curtains, in the darkness outside.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out the switchblade.

Chat Noir pressed the button and the blade popped out, then the door suddenly opened and she nearly stabbed Peter.

Peter reached out and was about to knock on the door.

"It seems you don't welcome me very well, Miss Hardy."

Peter shrugged and told her.

After sending Gwen to George Stacey's ward, Peter immediately rushed to the black cat residence.

As for his and Gwen’s punishment, we can’t say anything yet.

Black Cat's true identity is a rock star, so Peter knows where she lives.

"You should have called me."

Black Cat said to Peter while breathing a sigh of relief.

"I called, but you didn't get through."

Hearing Peter's words, Black Cat walked to the sofa in confusion and picked up his mobile phone.

"Sorry, it's down because there's no power."

The black cat asked him and replied, "How do you know my home?"

"I heard about it from the paparazzi."

Peter came in through the door and looked at the luxuriously decorated home of the little rock queen.

"Do cats like shiny things?"

he asked the black cat.

The black cat rolled her eyes at him and turned on the headlight in the room. "Yes, cats will regard people like you who come to the door in the middle of the night as dangerous people. I almost gave you a knife just now."

"What to drink?"

"Coffee bar."

"Only tea, and it's Celestial Tea."

The black cat teased Peter playfully.

Peter: "."

"This is your first time at my house, so there must be something wrong with you, right?"

After preparing Peter's tea, she coughed and asked.

"Hmm, I heard your cat was lost."

He didn't have the heart to tell the truth, the black cat's pet was eaten by the "Queen".

He has a very close connection with the "Queen"'s spiritual world. Although the two cannot talk to each other, he can basically fully understand what the "Queen" wants to express.

It is more like a spiritual sharing of a contractual relationship.

And he already knew from the "Queen" about Black Cat's encounter with Spider-Man.

"Yes, I didn't find my pet, but I found a few spiders."

Black Cat didn't hide anything and told what he knew about the four Spider-Man.

"That's all. They said it was Spider-Man from another dimension. I think you have more headaches than me."

Peter nodded after hearing this.

From Black Cat's description, he could probably guess what these Spider-Man were planning to do.

Are they preparing to unite themselves against the Heir family, or are these people here for Gwen?

In any case, the purpose of these Spider-Man should be related to the Heir family.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

The black cat asked him in surprise while holding the tea.

"Yeah, I've seen a lot of Spider-Man."

"real?"

Black Cat's eyes widened.

"I don't think I need to tell lies."

He thought Black Cat's tea was good and wanted to take a few bags back to taste.

Black Cat found it incredible, "So there really is a parallel universe in the world? And there is an evil version of you in the parallel universe."

She thought about the dream she had just had, and blood flowed from the eyes of the evil Spider-Man.

"It's very possible."

Peter asked her, "Do you know where those Spider-Men went?"

"No, we just said a few words and then we separated."

The black cat glanced at Peter, "But I think you should be able to meet soon."

"I hope so."

After asking her a few questions, Peter prepared to say goodbye and leave.

"Are you just going to leave?"

With a charming expression on his face, Black Cat stretched his body, and the body lines under his pajamas were perfectly displayed.

"You just came to the door suddenly like this, aren't you going to do something?"

Peter wanted to say I was a decent guy.

"Right."

He deliberately pretended to be enlightened, "Can you give me some of those tea leaves?"

"Is it just tea?"

"What else do you want to do?"

Peter pretended not to understand.

I just finished the punishment game with Gwen, now I want to be a scumbag here?

Sorry, I still have some principles.

"I want you"

Black Cat came over and put his hand on his shoulder, "I want you to watch TV with me. You won't refuse, right? An American Werewolf in London."