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

Gwen stood on the top of a high-rise building in Brooklyn, watching the endless stream of cars and people below.

It was drizzling, and cars were whizzing by.

Through the misty rain, she saw a number of electronics malls located not far away.

Then she looked into the distance, and the uniform high-rise buildings were like a dim fence, outlining the jagged skyline.

She had a sense of insecurity as if she was walking on thin ice, as if she could break through the ground and fall into the abyss at any time.

In the drizzle, she held her phone in front of her, waiting for Peter's reply.

Peter quickly sent her a text message: "There is a monster living in each of us, Gwen, you are not alone."

Gwen looked at the text message sent by Peter and wiped the raindrops on the phone screen.

"Are you saying that there is also a monster of death in your heart?"

She suddenly thought of what Peter had said to her before, "Death is not lonely."

Peter soon replied to her, "Yes, there is a big theater of death in my heart, the curtain on the stage is always open, and the drama of death is being performed here all the time, and the actors are white skeletons."

Gwen thought Peter was talking about his cancer, so she felt a little sad when she saw this text.

"Sorry, Peter, I shouldn't have mentioned this."

"It's okay."

Gwen held the phone in silence, she didn't know how to confide in Peter about herself.

Tell him that she was bitten by a spider and might become a monster like Frank?

Not to mention whether Peter would believe her, even if she told him, what's the use?

Peter is now suffering from cancer and is still in the treatment stage.

Being like this will only make him worry more, and may even cause more harm to his body.

Gwen hesitated and typed a reply to Peter: "I'm sorry I didn't go home this morning because I took a leave of absence. Sometimes, I can be so willful that it's unreasonable."

"You have your own reasons, Gwen, I know."

"Thank you, Peter, thank you for listening to my troubles. Maybe I will find a suitable opportunity to tell you about my things. I have been thinking a lot about the future recently."

Gwen put down her phone, put her hands in her pockets, and felt the cold raindrops.

She hasn't thought about the future for a long time.

My original life was drifting on the lazy river.

But the future is like a lingering little fly, buzzing in her ears from time to time, making her restless.

She once heard of an experiment that if mice and monkeys in the laboratory were given the illusion of choice, they would usually live healthily.

Even if they only had two choices: mild electric shock and severe electric shock.

But at least they could feel the difference in the results, so they were full of joy and lived more happily.

If these mice and monkeys are not given a choice and are only subjected to electric shocks, they will become more and more anxious.

They may bite through the fur on their hands and feet and eventually die of cancer or heart disease.

After a while, Gwen stretched out her hands and focused her eyes on them.

I don't know how long it will take for me to bite off the fur on my hands.

Taking a deep breath, looking at the roof on the other side far away from the clock tower, Gwen put on a white hood.

She wanted to try the feeling of jumping again.

When she was chased by the Hand, she tried to jump over here.

If Peter hadn't pulled her back, she might have fallen down and died.

Recalling the feeling when she jumped up and caught Spider-Man falling from the air.

"I can do it, that's how it felt at that time."

Muttering, Gwen accelerated forward.

With a "bang", her feet left the edge of the roof and Gwen jumped forward suddenly.

"Ugh!"

Her feet landed safely.

Stepping on the edge of the roof, before Gwen could breathe a sigh of relief, her feet suddenly slipped.

The roof was extremely slippery after being soaked with rain. Gwen stumbled when she stepped on it, lost her balance, and fell backwards.

She lost her balance and reached out to grab something, but in the end, she only grabbed a wisp of air in vain.

Falling rapidly from high speed, Gwen was panicked.

Trying her best to calm herself down, she suddenly thought of the scene she saw when Spider-Man shot out spider silk.

With her mind racing, Gwen tried to imitate the other party's gesture and shot forward with her right hand.

"Swoosh!"

A ball of white viscous substance splashed on the wall.

And Gwen was pulled to the wall with this force.

With her hands clinging to the wall, she found that she could support her body.

Shocked, she climbed up the wall and soon climbed to the roof.

Standing on the roof, Gwen took off her hood and looked at her hands with a surprised expression.

Just now, something similar to Spider-Man's spider silk was shot out!

Can I be like Spider-Man? !

At New York Presbyterian Hospital, Peter stood in the drizzle and put away his phone.

He told Gwen that a death drama was playing out in his heart.

In addition to the shadow of death lurking in his chest, it was also because he had witnessed a lot of death and killing when he was a mercenary for Weyland Company in his previous life.

The pile of bones was just the most common scene.

The memory of the past flashed through his mind, and he walked into the hospital.

Dr. Lane is waiting for him in the office because he contacted him in advance.

"Long time no see, Mr. Parker."

Dr. Lane looked good and took the initiative to stand up and greet him.

"It shouldn't take long."

Peter sat opposite him, "Does Dr. Lane hope that every time I come here, it will be the last time?"

Faced with Peter's joking tone, Dr. Lane sneered, "How could it be? I'm a very professional doctor. How could I want such a thing to happen?"

"Well, your professionalism may be good, but I hear people say you may not have much professionalism."

Peter said casually: "But we can talk about professionalism later. Business is more important now."

"certainly."

Dr. Lane stood up and began to examine Peter.

Half an hour later.

Peter asked Dr. Lane, who was looking at the CT images, "How is it?"

"you"

Ryan took a deep breath and asked Peter hesitantly: "Has there been any change in your body recently?"

"change?"

"Well, some changes in external physical signs."

Peter nodded, "The strength has been significantly enhanced."

Dr. Lane showed the CT image to Peter, "It looks like it has undergone some kind of mutation, and the shape of the body surface has changed."

The image of the embryo in front of me showed a completely different shape from before.