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

Towering mansions, buildings not yet fully constructed at this point, were littered with metal fences and fences.

Raindrops fell on it, glowing with the lights from the distant city.

"You're not dead yet, are you? Little Spider."

The black cat looked at Peter who was leaning on the fence and asked him.

The place where the two of them were was located on the 25th floor. The temperature dropped faster on a rainy night, which made the black cats feel chilly.

"You won't die just yet."

Peter replied calmly.

At this time, his body no longer ached as before, but was instead attacked by a sense of weakness.

He was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to move.

This even made him wonder if the alien embryo in his body had reproduced something, causing him to feel weak and powerless.

Peter sat on the ground, leaning on the railing and looked up to the black cat and asked, "Why did you show up?"

"I have been investigating Kingpin. He has contacts with people from the Hand, and those elusive ninjas and killers from the Hand have appeared in this area before, so..."

She took off her blindfold, stretched, and said, "I, who often monitor here, saw the fight between you and that woman."

"She said your name was Parker."

The black cat turned around and looked at Peter's exoskeleton-wrapped face.

"So you're really Mr. Parker?"

She suddenly felt that her adventure today was quite rewarding.

Peter breathed out and didn't answer Black Cat.

He was so exhausted that he didn't even want to say anything, just waiting for his body to return to normal.

Seeing that Peter stopped talking, Black Cat took the initiative and asked: "Okay, let's change the topic. Who is that woman who seems to be difficult to mess with? You seem to be familiar with her."

"No comment."

Peter refused outright.

"Shouldn't we be considered temporary partners? Little Spider."

The black cat came closer, his green eyes close to Peter's white eyelids, "At least I helped you out just now."

If it weren't for Peter's mask, she would really want to take off the mask and look at this face.

"It doesn't count."

Peter shook his head, "The woman just now also wanted to be my partner, but you saw the result."

When the black cat heard what Peter said, he stretched out his fingers and gently stroked Peter's face.

With a "pop" sound, her wrist was grabbed by Peter.

"Look, little spider, this is the difference between her and me. You may trust me more. You won't be afraid of my fingers piercing your skin."

The black cat's eyes became seductive and he said in French: "Or you don't mind me stealing something."

Peter grabbed the black cat's wrist, "I'm sorry, I don't understand French. Do you think this is your stage?"

He knew the name of the woman in front of him was Felicia Hardy.

His true identity is a famous singer in New York.

"My stage is quite big. It covers the whole city, not just here."

Black Cat pulled out his arm and asked Peter: "Did you investigate me?"

"unnecessary."

Peter shook his head, "Your name often appears on the Internet engine."

"That's really an honor."

The black cat turned around and looked at the city in the distance.

On the metal railing to the left of her vision stood a crow.

The crow is a bit small, with a small bunch of red feathers on the front of its wings, which looks like a drop of blood.

The figure of the crow and the metal pole next to it form a cross.

If you can't see it clearly in the night, you might mistake it for a Jesus cross.

She then turned her gaze to Peter, who was leaning under the "cross" with his right hand on his knee, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

This inexplicably reminded her of the famous painting - "Genesis".

She shook her head to eliminate this strange association from her mind and said to Peter:

"Now that you know who I really am, wouldn't you be interested in why I play a street hero?"

"Not interested."

Peter replied directly: "Whether it's revenge or being driven by any responsibility, it has nothing to do with me, and I wouldn't be surprised if you are a believer."

"You are really too cold, little spider."

There was a lazy sexiness in Black Cat's voice. She pointed to the "cross" made of crows and metal and said to Peter:

"I'm not a believer, but my father believes in something, such as the cross. He believes that the horizontal line represents human beings, the current world, a world full of matter, flesh and dirt, mud, blood, stones, and bones. "

"The vertical one is the sacred line representing God, which is in a dominant position. It is perpendicular to the human world and is the axis between the afterlife and the unknown world."

Peter frowned and asked her, "Are all your family members magicians?"

Black Cat shook his head, "Of course not."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand your profound metaphor. I only know that pastors often talk nonsense to believers, such as 'the cross is a crossroads' and so on."

Black Cat's fingers lightly traced on the railing, "Hmm, maybe the priests are right."

She suddenly remembered the reason why she became a black cat.

Choosing not to be a puppet of fate at the crossroads and breaking the rules of life should be the reason why I am standing here now.

"Okay, Mr. Parker."

Black Cat quickly pulled herself out of her thoughts. She put on the eyepatch to cover her delicate appearance.

"It was a pleasure chatting with you today. I hope we can meet again next time. I helped you this time. We are even on the matter at Night Demon Law Firm last time."

After saying that, she blew a kiss to Peter, flipped over the railing with a gymnastic move, and then shot the grappling gun with a "whoosh".

Leaning against the metal railing, Peter watched the back of the departing black cat, and the exoskeleton mask on his face slowly faded.

He has recovered some strength.

Holding the railing, he stood up.

The rain in the distant city sky made the whole city foggy. It seemed that although the rain stopped, the fog spread again.

The next day, early morning.

Peter walked down the stairs slowly.

He had recovered most of his body. After a night's rest, the fatigue of his body almost disappeared.

Although he was still puzzled by the changes in the alien embryo and worried about Helen's next move, he pretended to be indifferent in front of Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

He was just about to ask Uncle Ben to ask for leave so that he could stay at home to protect the two of them.

Suddenly, he heard Uncle Ben and Aunt May talking.

Aunt May talked about the church flyers.

"This kind of propaganda is a bit old-fashioned. Look at these words—'Jesus stood at the crossroads, and he chose not the horizontal line representing the human world, but the vertical line representing God'. I have heard the pastor in the church say this many times."

Peter, who was on the stairs, was slightly stunned when he heard Aunt May's words, which were somewhat similar to those of Black Cat last night.

It seems that Black Cat's father and Aunt May went to the same church.

Seeing Peter coming downstairs, Uncle Ben and Aunt May's expressions suddenly became serious.

"Peter, come here, we must have a good talk about you and Gwen. There are some things that you must protect yourself."