Chapter 14: A woman who saw the future?
"You didn't see the way those classmates looked at Peter. They were afraid, disgusted, and hateful, as if Peter had done something unforgivable, as if he was a monster. But Peter was clearly a victim!"

"I hate this feeling!"

Gwen covered her painful forehead dejectedly, "I don't want Peter to be seen this way, but I am powerless to change it."

"You and Peter."

Gwen knew what her father wanted to ask, so she explained before he could finish, "He's my friend."

"good friend."

She quickly added.

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

George assured his daughter.

the other side.

Uncle Ben drove Aunt May and Peter home in his nearly broken-down Toyota.

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

Aunt Mei said with a little sob.

Peter, who was standing next to her, took the initiative to comfort Aunt May. "It's over, Aunt May. I don't care about it."

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

Aunt May held Peter's hands, her eyes red, and said self-reproachfully, "I've always been worried that I haven't done 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 kid."

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

Although Uncle Ben felt sorry for his nephew, he was very rational.

There was little he could do to help his nephew with these problems, and Peter would ultimately have to face them all on his own.

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

These memories of bullying were just left over from his previous life, and he didn't feel too much about them.

The law of the jungle is valid everywhere.

Fairness and justice will only ever exist in those vague lies.

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

It was the first time he had seen a method of killing someone, where the victim was put into a spider's silk nest.

Is the murderer a student of the school?

A Spider-Man-like existence?

Or is it a species with genetic mutations like myself?

His brows quickly furrowed into a frown.

The next day.

NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital.

Peter walked down the corridor toward Oncologist Collain's office.

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

As for the school, due to Josh's accidental death, the school temporarily closed for one day.

Perhaps they wanted to suppress the increasingly outrageous rumors about Josh's death.

Because Josh's death was extremely strange, all kinds of bizarre rumors were flying around the school.

Even Peter was rumored to be a murderer with secret methods.

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

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 the incident, he was still given various spider-related titles.

Peter, who has never been interested in school gossip, didn't know at this time that the students had given him the nickname "Spider-Man" in advance.

After entering Dr. Ryan's office, he was quickly examined by the other party.

The abnormal embryo in the body is still the same as before, without much change. "You can try to eat some low-calorie foods, maybe this will not accelerate the growth of tumors in your body. If you cannot take in energy for a long time, it will also cause damage to your body."

Dr. Lane gave him advice.

Peter nodded, noncommittal about the suggestion.

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

Running speed is faster, agility and strength are taken to a new level.

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

It seems that the alien genes in his body are having a greater and greater impact on him.

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

In the end, you become an alien?
Or was an alien born inside the body?
"So, are you sure you don't need a blood test? Maybe this can help you understand the nature of the tumor in your body more quickly."

Dr. Ryan suggested that he have a blood test.

"No, no need."

My own blood is as corrosive as that of the aliens. How do I extract it?

I'm afraid the needle will be corroded in an instant.

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

Just as I walked into the public rest area, an old lady called me.

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

The elderly woman sitting in a wheelchair 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 have something else 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 made him stop and start leaving.

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

Peter stopped and looked at the woman in silence for a few seconds.

He was indeed going downstairs to buy something.

He then pulled his wallet from his pocket, which contained several "Franklins".

There was indeed no change in it.

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

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

Peter didn't say anything, thought for a moment, and came over 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."

the other side.

Dr. Christine discovered that her patient was missing.

When she saw that the wheelchair next to her was gone, she knew that the patient must have pushed the wheelchair out for a walk.

She wants to go crazy now!
I clearly told her not to go out, but I didn't expect that the patient disappeared in the ward when I wasn't paying attention.

Just as she was about to find the nurse to hold her accountable, she looked up and saw the patient being pushed into the ward.

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

(End of this chapter)