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

"Can you find her specific information?"

George asked his police officer.

“We consulted with Vice Principal Morton of Midtown High School and he gave us some information.”

The police reported to George Stacey: "Ms. Helen is a biology teacher transferred from New Jersey. She is twenty-seven years old and is currently single. This mansion should be her private property."

DeWolf interrupted the conversation between the two, "Have you contacted this Ms. Helen?"

"No, there was no contact, cell phone or otherwise, and she didn't go to school."

George frowned when he heard this, "Is he missing?"

"But so far we haven't found any bodies here."

DeWolf's capable eyes looked around the ruined buildings and said to George and Captain Custer: "Or do we have to continue digging out these gravels and soil?"

George said nothing, he always felt that things would not be that simple.

The newly arrived Custer stared at the building in front of him seriously.

He walked to a pile of buried stones, rummaged for a while, and found a corroded vine inside.

Staring at the corroded vines and the hugely damaged buildings on the scene, he had a vague suspicion in his heart.

After a moment, he turned his attention to the building to his left.

Putting away the vines, he walked straight towards the construction building.

George next to him saw his behavior and turned his attention to his partner.

DeWolf shrugged, "Maybe he found something, let's follow him and take a look."

On the rooftop of the building, Custer and the others looked at the messy and cracked ground in front of them.

Obviously this is also one of the crime scenes.

George looked at Custer, who was carefully analyzing the scene, and turned to DeWolfe and said, "He looks very capable."

DeWolf nodded and agreed with George, "Of course, he has always been the most capable one."

The car was speeding on the road, splashing a few drops of rain on the street.

Frank Custer drove the car towards the police station.

Along the way, he was thinking about the clues he found at the scene.

Things like Spider-Man and unknown forces made the expression on his face more serious.

Feeling the slight bump, his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Custer was quiet while driving.

Driving a car gave him a feeling that nothing could match, and he was addicted to it.

The road stretched before them like a black-and-white photo, and the speedometer quivered, indicating just sixty mph.

Frank Custer came from a broken family.

When he was twelve years old, his father's gas station went bankrupt due to poor management.

The families who were originally Sicilian immigrants lost their income and became difficult in life.

As a teenager, he became violent and aggressive, preferring to solve problems with his fists.

Later he got a car and became even more unscrupulous.

The car became his slave and his God.

It can give or take away his bad mood.

He had this experience many times. During sleepless nights when his mother and father were quarreling, Custer would take popcorn and drive in the car to chase stray dogs.

Some mornings, he would cut the engine and let the car slide into the garage he built behind his house, blood dripping from the front bumper.

But these all changed after he retired.

Now Custer has completely given up violence.

He no longer believes in so-called superheroes and vigilantes.

In his opinion, those who punish criminals are also committing another crime.

Adhering to "procedural justice", what he is thinking about now is how to bring those so-called superheroes to justice.

"Wow!"

The car passed by the corner of the road, picking up a few fallen leaves.

Gwen wore her hood as the car driven by Custer drove past her.

Staring at her phone, she looked a little frustrated.

Although he explained to Peter that something was wrong with him in the swimming pool, he was still a little depressed when he heard that Peter was asking for leave.

It was not difficult for her to ask Miss Fish for a leave of absence note for Peter.

The key is that her plan to communicate with Peter face to face failed completely.

Midtown High School.

As soon as Gwen entered the classroom, she was entangled by Liz.

"A very important thing, Gwen."

Liz said to Gwen with a serious expression: "We need you for the weekend party."

"What?"

Gwen blinked, wondering what Liz meant.

"For the weekend masquerade, we need a band, and there happens to be one in our school - the 'Mary Janes' band!"

The "Mary Janes" band Liz was talking about was Gwen's school band.

Gwen plays drums in it.

However, since she is a new member and does not practice with the band often, she feels a little outside the band.

"I'll have to think about it."

Concerned with her own foreboding, Gwen wanted to refuse.

"But you're not part of the band? Glory and the others are in it. Do you want the band to fall apart?"

Liz coughed, then pretended to be pitiful and said to Gwen, "Unless you want me to invite the high school choir, that would be an absolute disaster."

Midtown High School's choir, whose members include Mr. Morton and Miss Fish.

Once they join any party, it is likely to be a disaster of the century.

"Okay, I'll think about it, Liz."

Gwen continued to prevaricate, but her attitude had softened.

"Thank you, I'll call on my channel subscribers to follow the band 'Mary Janes'."

Liz waved her phone in front of Gwen, then happily hugged Gwen.

Sitting in her seat, Gwen took out her phone and curiously looked through Liz's personal channel.

The content of the channel was mostly some novel events or analysis of superheroes.

Soon she found a strange picture in Liz's latest video.

The picture taken by the equipment on a rainy night was not clear, and it was constantly shaking, making the picture even more blurred.

In the video, it seemed that Spider-Man was fighting something like a "giant snake".

But the picture only flashed by, so it was hard to tell whether it was real or fake.

Gwen's curiosity was immediately aroused.

Did Spider-Man show up last night?

Holding her chin with her right hand, her expression was a little annoyed.

She went to bed too early last night.

Since she decided to become a superhero, shouldn't she be fighting criminals on the streets?

Gwen let out a frustrated sigh and reflected on her laziness.

The bell rang, ending her wild thoughts.

The first class was biology, but Mr. Morton suddenly announced the cancellation of biology class.

"Why?"