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

"You didn't see the way those classmates looked at Peter. They were afraid, disgusted, and hateful. It was as if Peter had done something heinous and bad, as if he was a monster, but Peter was clearly the victim!"

"I hate this feeling!"

Gwen covered her aching forehead dejectedly, "I don't want Peter to be treated like this, but I am powerless to change everything."

"You and Peter."

Gwen, who knew what her father wanted to ask, explained before the other person finished speaking: "He is my friend."

"good friend."

She quickly added.

"Well, don't worry, we will find the real murderer and clear your friend's suspicion. We just need to give your father some time."

George assured his daughter.

other side.

Uncle Ben drives Aunt May and Peter home in his crumbling Toyota.

"Sorry, Peter, I didn't know you were going through this at school."

Aunt Mei said with some choking.

Peter next to him took the initiative to comfort Aunt May, "It's over, Aunt May, I don't care about this."

"I love you, Peter, I really do."

Aunt Mei held Peter's hands, her eyes were red, and she blamed herself: "I have always been worried that I did not do well enough and made you feel wronged. If I knew that you suffered this at school, I would rather bear it for you. "

"May, Parker is a strong boy."

Uncle Ben, who was driving, said: "I think he chose not to tell us just because he was worried about us. Everyone will encounter messy times when they grow up, but I believe that Peter will one day grow into a man."

Although Uncle Ben also feels sorry for his nephew, he is very sensible.

There was very little he could do to help his nephew with these problems, and in the end it was up to Peter to face them on his own.

Peter, who was comforted by the two, was relatively calm.

These memories of bullying were just left over from his predecessor, and he didn't have much feelings about them.

The law of the jungle holds true no matter where it is.

Fairness and justice will always exist only in those illusory lies.

Turning his attention to the fast-moving scenery outside the car window, Peter thought of other things.

Putting the victim into a spider silk nest was the first time he had seen such a killing method.

Is the murderer a student of the school?

An existence similar to Spider-Man?

Or is it a genetically mutated species like my own?

His brows quickly furrowed.

The next day.

NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.

Peter walked down the corridor toward Oncology Clinic's office.

He needs the other party to help him at any time and use detection equipment to closely monitor the changes in the alien embryos in his body.

As for the school, due to Josh's unexpected death, the school temporarily had a day off.

Probably because he wanted to suppress the increasingly outrageous rumors about Josh's death.

Because Josh died in an extremely strange manner, all kinds of bizarre rumors were flying around the school.

Even Peter is rumored to be a murderer with mysterious methods.

After all, many people saw it with their own eyes that day, and he threw Josh onto the locker at once.

With this level of power, it doesn't seem difficult to kill Josh.

Even though the school and the police explained that Peter had nothing to do with it, he was still given various spider-related titles.

Peter, who has never been interested in school gossip, didn't know it yet, but the students had given him the name "Spider-Man" in advance.

After entering Dr. Lane's office, he quickly examined him.

The alien embryo in the body is still the same as before and has not changed much.

"You can try to eat some low-calorie foods. Maybe this will not accelerate the growth of tumors in your body. If you are unable to absorb energy for a long time, it will also cause damage to your body."

Dr. Lane gave him his advice.

Peter nodded, noncommittal to the suggestion.

He feels more and more now that his physical strength is evolving in a stronger direction.

The running speed is faster, and the agility and strength have reached a new level.

If he had been allowed to deal with the previous "Werewolf Boy", he would have had an easier time now.

It seems that the alien gene in his body has an increasing influence on him.

He still doesn't know what stage this change will eventually develop to, whether it will be good or bad for him.

In the end, he became an alien?

Or is an alien born inside the body?

"So, are you really sure you don't need to draw blood for testing? Maybe. This can help you recognize the nature of the tumor in your body faster."

Dr. Lane suggested that he do a blood test.

"No, no need."

My own blood is as corrosive as the alien's, how can I extract it?

I'm afraid the needle tube will be corroded in no time.

Walking out of Dr. Lane's office, Peter prepared to leave the hospital.

As soon as he reached the public rest area, he met an old woman and called to him.

"Son, can you take me to the ward?"

The old woman sat in a wheelchair and asked him with a smile.

Peter looked around, and after confirming that the other party was calling him, he shook his head without hesitation.

"Sorry, I still have something to do, you can find someone else."

He is not a helpful person.

"Really? But I can see that you are confused. Maybe, I can give you some immature advice."

The woman still said with a smile.

Peter ignored her, but the woman's next words stopped him from leaving.

"For example, I know that you want to buy a newspaper now, but you don't have any change in your wallet."

Peter stopped, stared at the woman, and was silent for a few seconds.

He was indeed going to go downstairs to buy something.

Then he took out his wallet from his pocket, which contained a few "Franklins".

There was indeed no change in it.

Peter shook his head, put the wallet in his pocket, and said, "I did want to buy something, but it might not be a newspaper. At the moment before the decision, I didn't even know what I wanted."

"But fate has already made a choice for you, hasn't it?"

Peter didn't speak, pondered for a moment, and came to push the old woman's wheelchair.

He wanted to see what the old woman wanted to do.

"Thank you."

The woman smiled and thanked him, "My ward is 965."

On the other side.

Dr. Christine found that his patient was missing.

As soon as she saw the wheelchair next to her was gone, she knew that the patient must have gone out for a walk in the wheelchair.

She wanted to go crazy now!

She had clearly been told not to go out, but she didn't expect that the patient disappeared in the ward without her noticing.

Just when she was about to ask the nurse for accountability, she looked up and saw the patient being pushed into the ward.

And the person pushing the wheelchair was someone who surprised her greatly.