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

George Stacey stood in front of a house.

The house in front of him was dilapidated and dilapidated. The shutters were in pieces and the walls were covered with twenty or thirty-year-old vines. The leaves and veins were so dense that they almost tore the walls apart.

Even in the backward borough of Brooklyn, such dilapidated houses are rare.

A gust of cold wind blew by, rolling up the fallen leaves on the door curtain, and the entangled wind chimes made a messy sound.

"Is this where Frank Gleeson lives?"

George asked the police officer next to him.

"Yes, this is it."

Three days have passed since the murder of Josh Robber.

The New York Police Department began to investigate information from people related to the victim, including his parents, friends, and people who had conflicts with him.

Frank Gleeson was a student who had been bullied by him.

The other party had not come to school for two days, so George brought the police to his home to investigate.

The police rang the doorbell and waited for a long time, but no one came to open the door.

George waited outside the door for a long time, but there was no sound from the house.

Standing in front of the door, he glanced inside.

The furniture inside is neatly arranged and covered with a light layer of gray. It seems that no one has lived there for a long time.

He tried pushing the door, but it didn't move.

You can only contact the owner of this house and bring the key to open the door.

The Gleasons live here on rent and are not the real owners of the house.

With the help of the landlord, George Stacey and the police officers entered the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a special smell.

It smelled like mold, or like a corpse that had been left to rot for a long time due to bacterial growth.

This smell cannot be described accurately, but to George Stacey, it is a weird smell of complete stagnation.

A bad premonition immediately arose in his heart, the muscles all over his body tensed, and his expression instantly became solemn.

After a brief walk around the living room, I didn't find anything.

He had read the family's information before coming here.

The man's name is Jon and the woman's name is Maggie. They have been divorced for six months.

Frank Gleason is the son of two people. He is a high school student in Midtown. He lives with his father Jon and lives here.

Moreover, Jon is not a serious person. He hangs out in Hell's Kitchen all year round and is a member of the Gangster Hand.

"It seems that no matter what I do recently, I always come across something related to the Hand."

George, who was observing the surroundings, muttered helplessly to himself.

Finding nothing on the first floor, he decided to check out the second floor.

After walking along the carpeted stairs for a while, he soon noticed a stronger smell.

The police from downstairs were asked to come over, and several people followed the smell to search for the source.

The last few people entered an airtight room sealed by curtains.

There was a weird rancid smell in the room, so strong that it almost made you vomit.

There are countless glass cabinets placed inside, and inside the transparent glass cabinets are motionless spiders.

"South American tarantula, Mexican red paint head, Chilean red rose"

George Stacey quickly identified the species of these pet spiders.

He never thought that someone would keep so many spiders in his room.

However, these spiders were all dead at this time.

Looking away from the spiders, George's eyes roamed elsewhere.

Soon he discovered that in the corner of the room, behind the curtains hanging on the floor, there was a faint figure.

He took out his pistol and put his men on alert.

George Stacey walked over cautiously, raised his pistol and aimed at the shadowy black figure behind the curtain.

After getting ready, he asked his men to go over and lift the curtains.

"Uh-huh!"

The curtains were suddenly opened, and the black figure behind fell down towards the police officer.

The startled police officer quickly stepped aside.

"Bang"!

The black shadow fell heavily to the ground.

After seeing the object that fell to the ground clearly, George and the police officers next to him all took a deep breath.

This is the exact same silk cocoon as the corpse in the storage room at Midtown High School.

It looked like there was something wrapped inside.

"Shet!"

After cursing, George put down his pistol and signaled the police officer to cut open the silk cocoon with a knife.

Inside the silk cocoon, a terrifying blue face appeared in front of everyone.

This face looks like that of Jon, the male protagonist.

The death state of the corpse and the way it was wrapped in a silk cocoon were exactly the same as those at Midtown High School.

George Stacey, who had already vaguely guessed something, ordered to his men: "Send the forensic doctor and more people over immediately, and search the whole city for Frank Gleason."

The biggest suspect right now is Frank Gleeson.

Although the way he killed and wrapped up his father was extremely cruel and bizarre, during his career as a police officer, he had already seen the evil and cruelty of human nature.

No matter how unreasonable it is, he will always consider the worst.

Covering his mouth and nose, he exhaled a little and walked out of the room.

On the desk at the door of the room, a photo caught his attention.

Picking up the photo, he immediately stayed where he was.

The person in the photo is actually his daughter Gwen Stacey!

This Frank Gleason is Gwen’s classmate, and Gwen’s photos are collected by him

It was obvious that this guy was plotting against his daughter.

"Damn it, damn it! Damn it!"

Take out your phone and quickly call Gwen.

Midtown High School.

The postponed football game was held today.

The school playground was full of people.

The students seemed to have put Josh's death behind them and enjoyed the feast.

The game had not started yet, and the playground was full of noisy laughter and screams at night.

The bonfire was lit, and the colorful flags were waved and made a "swish" sound.

The boys who shouted "Go White Sharks" ran around the playground waving flags.

The cheerleaders performed happily, showing their white thighs that made the students scream.

The air was filled with carnival hormones, and the girls in corsets made a "swish" sound when they walked.

Gwen sat in the audience seats of the playground. She scanned the audience seats next to her, but she didn't see Peter. She was a little disappointed.

The screen of the mobile phone in her pocket lit up, and George Stacy called.

Because her mobile phone had been turned to silent mode, and the surrounding environment was noisy, she didn't know that her mobile phone was calling.

"Boom!"

A bunch of fireworks exploded in the sky. Under the brilliant light, Frank Gleason, who was being sought by the police, stood at the entrance of the playground.

Frank, with messy brown hair and cold eyes, took a step and walked towards the competition venue.