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

The next day, church.

On weekend mornings, the church was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"Let us pray for her, because both men and women are like flowers in the valley. They are blooming today and may wither tomorrow. Human life is like a season. It comes and goes. Let us Pray."

The pastor finished the prayer and then said, "Will the pallbearers please come to the front?"

Peter sat in the front row of the church, next to Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

After hearing the pastor's words, Uncle Ben stood up and walked forward.

The person who died was a relative of the Parker family, a young girl who died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

Uncle Ben received the news a few days ago, and the original plan was for him and Aunt Mei to come together.

But at Peter's insistence, he brought his nephew.

As for the reason for Peter's insistence, he was naturally worried that Helen would be detrimental to Uncle Ben and Uncle Ben.

After what happened last night, he became convinced that Helen had established some kind of connection with the alien in her body.

The worst result is that the other party is also parasitized.

So... is it the sticky stuff that you spit out?

Also, will the alien embryo in my body evolve?

His tail pierced the vampire's heart yesterday.

Thinking deeply, he took out his mobile phone and searched for the name of yesterday's bar.

Let's see if we can figure out what this bar Helen once visited is.

While he was searching, Gwen called him and asked where he was.

After hesitating, he told Gwen his address.

After hanging up the phone, Peter raised his head and looked toward the church window.

The cross hanging above is particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Searches related to "Alcatraz Bar" are just mediocre information.

It looks like all the bars in New York.

When Uncle Ben and three others were preparing to lift the gray coffin, Gwen also came to the church.

Gwen was wearing an aqua blue dress, and was infected by the atmosphere of the church. Her face remained tense.

"Tomorrow and the unexpected, we never know who will come first."

After Gwen and Aunt May said hello, they sat down and watched the funeral for a while, then whispered to Peter: "I was almost hit by a car on the road yesterday."

She thought about yesterday, when the black car rushed towards her.

If he hadn't had superpowers, misfortune might have happened.

"But I'm fine, I'm lucky enough."

Seeing the surprised look Peter gave her, Gwen quickly explained that she was fine.

She was about to say something. After the pallbearers were ready, the crowd began to stand up.

Uncle Ben and three other men carried the coffin and walked out along the cinder-covered road.

Others in the chapel followed suit and headed outside.

Gwen accompanied Peter and followed the crowd out.

"Actually, Gwen"

Peter said to Gwen: "You don't have to come here. This heavy atmosphere is not suitable for you."

"I'm not that fragile."

Gwen said in a relaxed tone: "Peter, you can't think that just because I said that - death always favors Gwen, you think that I have to stay away from funerals and so on."

"It also represents a kind of sustenance for us, doesn't it? The grief for the deceased, although occasionally it makes me feel a sense of awe, silence and uneasiness."

Gwen expressed her feelings and then asked Peter, "Do you think funerals are heavy? Peter."

"I'm more rational."

Peter glanced at the Cadillac funeral car parked on the roadside, and then said: "I always think that funerals are a kind of decryption of death."

"Why do you say that?"

"Some people saw a lot at the funeral, like the man who buried Hitler, the man who dissected John Wilkes Booth's body, the forty undertakers who cleaned Jonestown, and the man who buried Alexander The one who placed the body of the Great Emperor in a golden coffin to prevent it from decaying.”

(John Wilkes Booth: Lincoln’s Assassin)

Peter's thoughts turned to the vampire he killed last night.

After disposing of the resurrected corpse, I saw some secrets about death.

Gwen nodded, feeling that it made sense.

"Perhaps you are right, Peter, but the secrets of death may be buried forever. These people did not write books to tell the secrets."

Gwen didn't notice Peter's expression. She suddenly remembered the most important thing that she hadn't said to Peter yet.

"I met Harry today."

Gwen frowned and said to Peter, "But something doesn't look right about him."

"What's wrong?"

Gwen organized her words and said: "I don't know how to describe it. Harry greeted me in a personable manner, dressed in upper-class clothes, and spoke in the same accent as his father. He could easily tell what great achievements Osborne had created. How to make Osborne greater and stuff like that.”

Peter asked her, "Isn't this bad?"

"I'm not saying it's not good. This kind of performance is no problem for any rich guy, but the key to the problem is that Harry is different."

Gwen breathed out and said to Peter: "He is not the kind of person who will focus on business and success. He is an ordinary person. I mean, he has never regarded himself as a rich second generation to distance himself from others. He is cold and cold. It’s not Harry to present himself as someone who chases success.”

Peter was silent for a moment after hearing this, and said: "People always change, Gwen."

"But it's impossible to change overnight."

Gwen said a little depressed: "He seems to have changed into a different person. Maybe something happened behind the scenes that we don't know about."

Peter nodded and asked Gwen: "Which state do you think is better for Harry?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he said: "It seems that he is more cheerful now. He used to be always worried, as if he was worried about something, but..."

Gwen hesitated for a moment and said: "That may be false. No matter how happy you are, it should not be real. How can people forget all the pain?"

Night.

Osborne Manor.

Harry greeted his father in the living room.

"Hey, Dad."

Norman patted Harry's shoulder and said with satisfaction: "I heard that you performed very well in the company, Harry."

"I am trying to learn some of the company's operational management methods. Although I don't know how effective it is, it is an attempt."

Harry said to his father, "I like this attempt."

"Very good, you go to rest."

Watching Harry go upstairs, Norman's expression became serious.

He said to the housekeeper: "Very good, continue to give Harry the medicine."