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In the gloomy and long alley, gasps as if being strangled by the neck and muffled groans that implied pain came out intermittently.

After walking a few steps with his hot body and limp gluten-like legs, Peter Parker couldn't resist his head, which was so hot that it was about to boil, and his back was pressed against the dirty wall. Slide slowly to sit down.

He was covered in cold sweat, and the T-shirt he was wearing had long been wet and sticky and turned into a piece of dried pickles. He felt hot for a while and was about to be steamed, and shivered for a while. The inside has become a pot of paste, and I can't think about anything.

Peter's tears were about to fall out, and he murmured to someone for help in a crying voice, "I'm so sad... someone help me..."

In his drowsiness, he vaguely heard someone's footsteps resounding in this alley.

Fang Accelerator was carrying a whole bag of canned coffee, frowning and looking at the boy in front of him. He was lying powerlessly on the corner of the wall, his head tilted to the side, his whole face and neck were burning red, and there was a soft hair on his forehead. The little curly hair was wet with sweat, sticking to the skin limply, the pair of brown eyes that always looked at others sincerely were tightly closed at this time, the lips that were originally light and healthy pale pink were now pale and frightening.

Never mind his business.Accelerator thought indifferently, and stepped over the boy's legs blocking the way, wanting to continue walking.

But then that hot sandwich from a month ago that soothed his shrinking stomach came to mind.

To be honest, the taste of that sandwich was really not delicious, at most it was an ordinary home-cooked standard, but as the first food he got in this world, it did leave a deep impression on him.

Accelerator couldn't move his legs anymore.

He had always hated being in debt.

He clicked his tongue with a gloomy expression, turned around and squatted down, and casually picked up the boy who had lost his mind and carried it on his shoulder with the other free hand, as easily as lifting a kitten, just like this The handy bag of Peter returned to his sojourn in this world.

It was a remote apartment, so it dropped by the Science and Technology Museum, which was built in a low-priced location because of its large footprint.

Accelerator completely ignored the surprised looks from passers-by when he was walking on the road. Fortunately, because of the remoteness, the law and order here is not very good. No one wants to make trouble and call the police station. trouble.

Back at the apartment, Accelerator put the convenience bag containing the canned coffee into the refrigerator, and put the boy who was still unconscious after being carried all the way on the sofa.

Fang Accelerator looked at Peter's still flushed face, reached out and stroked his sweaty forehead, closed his eyes and checked Peter's body with [Vector Operation].

After a while, Accelerator opened his eyes in surprise, and looked at Peter in front of him.

The boy's genes have been completely destroyed, even the composition of muscle fibers and blood cells is different from ordinary people, and the high fever he initiated at this time is the last effort of his original human genes to defend his integrity struggle.

This change was discovered by him too late, and it is undoubtedly irreversible now, and his genes are rapidly destroying and recombining as the high fever gradually subsides.

Accelerator didn't know whether this change would bring about heaven or hell, but having grown up in a laboratory and seen countless insanity and bloodshed, the only thing he was sure of was that the success of every genetic experiment, behind the There are countless deformities and monsters, and the creatures with enhanced genes born in the laboratory often have defects such as shortened lifespan, decreased platelet content, and unstable mental status. The truly perfect gene enhancers even at the technological level The leading Academy City has never been born.

He sat next to Peter, looked at his still young and childish face, and silently listened to his gasping and crying sound. The sense of powerlessness that nothing could be done for him surged in his heart again. The hatred for himself is almost surging.

Accelerator has become accustomed to suppressing the mood that suddenly cast a layer of gloom on his world, quietly waiting for Peter to overcome this difficulty alone by himself.

The disaster seemed to come and go quickly. In about [-] minutes, Peter's high fever had completely subsided. He opened his eyes in a daze, and what he saw was the dazzling pale light bulb on the ceiling.

Peter blinked, thinking a little dazedly, did he remember that he was clearly in the alley just now...?

Could it be that he overslept?Peter thought tangledly.

At this time, there was a light knocking sound from the wooden coffee table next to him, and at the same time, a cold boyish voice sounded, "There is no boiling water, only coffee, whether you like it or not."

Startled, Peter jumped up from the sofa, but accidentally hit the ceiling directly, and fell heavily on the floor with a bang.

He tried to support the coffee table to stand up, but because he hadn't adapted to his physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, he broke off a piece of the coffee table like breaking tofu.

Peter was lying on the ground looking at the block of wood in his hand, he was holding the block of wood carefully, trying to stand up on the floor, but suddenly found that his palm was stuck to the fluffy carpet of the house and he couldn't shake it off. not come down.

After he stood up in a hurry, the tea table and sofa that were originally pressed on the carpet were knocked down in an instant.

Peter, who was getting worse and worse, stood there tremblingly like a child in trouble, with his left hand stuck to the carpet and his right hand clutching a wooden block, wanting to cry without tears.

He lowered his head in frustration, and apologized pitifully to the owner of the house, "I'm sorry, sir! I definitely didn't mean it, I'm really, really, really sorry!"

In fact, he didn't even know exactly why this happened.

"Spider?" Accelerator asked subconsciously after seeing Peter's performance and those unconscious little movements and instincts that had been written into the genes.

"How do you know?!" Peter raised his head in surprise, and then saw Accelerator's impressive sickly but delicate face.

"Yes, it's you!" Peter felt that the series of events that happened today really overheated his clever brain.

"So you've seen a spider before you passed out like an abandoned puppy in the alley?" Accelerator asked straight to the point without explaining anything.

"I'm not a puppy, I'm a human." Peter defended a little aggrieved, and then answered Accelerator's question, "Yes, I went to the spider exhibition hall with my classmates before, and then I was bitten by a spider , because I was afraid that it would be poisonous, so I left early and wanted to go to the hospital for a checkup. Unexpectedly, I felt very unwell on the way, as if I had a high fever? All in all, I was going to die of discomfort at that time, thank you for your help... "

"Stop! I don't want to know these other things at all. You just need to answer yes or no, understand?" Accelerator couldn't bear to interrupt Peter's long speech.

"Oh well, I see." Peter pursed his lips.

It's one of the cruelest things in the world to shut up a chatterbox.

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