Chapter 142 I'll Just Be Called Ghost Spider
"ghost?"

Gwen was still struggling with this matter until school was over.

“Actually, there’s something I’ve been thinking about,” she said to Peter.

"what?"

Peter looked at Gwen, who seemed somewhat excited, and wondered what distant edge of the universe her imagination had wandered to.

"I want to change my name to distinguish myself from you. Of course, I'm not saying that the name Spider-Woman is bad. Maybe I can change to a cooler name."

Gwen, hands in her pockets and with her hood on, walked into the subway with Peter.

Although the weather was a bit cold due to Christmas approaching, Gwen was obviously not the type of person who would be affected by the cold.

She simply liked this outfit.

She also has many signature shoes of rock stars at home, and if she is in a good mood, she will take turns wearing them on the street.

"For example, Ghost Spider, what about this name? It's different from your name Spider-Man."

Gwen asked Peter in a good mood, holding on to the handrail in the subway.

Peter said seriously, "Well, I think it's good. Maybe Spider-Gwen is better, but this will reveal your identity. Maybe one day when your identity is known to everyone, you can use this name."

Gwen said dejectedly, "Spider Gwen, this is not a good idea. If I reveal my identity, I will be arrested and sent to jail."

Peter asked Gwen puzzledly, "Why do you want to go to jail?"

"Because my dad wants to catch Spider-Woman, and he's the leader of the crime squad. Even if he knows Spider-Woman, who should now be called Ghost Spider, I mean, after he knows my identity, he might still choose to catch me."

Gwen seemed to be troubled by the relationship between herself and her father. She said to Peter: "He's a policeman, he would do this."

Peter disagreed with Gwen, "He's still a father."

Gwen extended her hand that was gripping the handrail to Peter's arm, "I don't know, so I'm afraid of the moment when he knows the truth. If possible, I hope that day will never come."

There was a hint of helplessness in Gwen's eyes.

"Peter, you are the only one who knows my identity. If one day I am not understood by the world, even by my father, you..."

She looked up and fixed her blue eyes on Peter.

"Will you escape this world with me?"

"get away?"

Peter hadn't expected Gwen to use that word.

He looked Gwen straight in the eyes and nodded slowly, "I will."

Gwen suddenly felt she had found strength in her heart. She let out a breath and hugged Peter's arm.

Great, now I have the final wall.

Gwen said to herself mentally.

into the night.

Peter visits the home of the naughty boy Reed.

In addition to sending him research funds, the purpose was to see how far his research on the space-time machine had progressed.

"I call it a super-long-distance monitoring system."

Reed shows off to Peter a surveillance system he just invented.

"The high-precision recording technology uses a remote camera as a monitoring device. It is not only motion-sensitive and sound-sensitive, but also convenient and compact. It can be placed in a high-rise building or a basement, and can also be set with a password lock."

Reed said as he took a jewel wasp in his hand.

Peter saw this and asked him in surprise, "Aren't you allergic to bees?" "Ahem, yes, last time I was stung my hand was swollen like a bun, but this is not a real wasp, it is a mechanical structure."

Reed put the bee in his palm. "This is what I got after being stung last time. If I install a remote monitoring system on the wasp, I can monitor it without being discovered."

Peter looked at the Gem Wasp surveillance device invented by the other party and couldn't help asking, "Whose house are you planning to break into? Are you going to spy on a girl's home?"

Reed blushed slightly when Peter suspected him of being a peeping Tom.

Then he tried to defend himself, "I didn't want to peek, I just wanted to make it easier for myself. For example, I could send them to listen to the lectures of a theoretical physics professor, and then send the videos back, so that I can learn while playing."

"Ah."

Peter nodded. This explanation seemed to make sense, but he didn't believe it.

If I had this kind of thing when I was a kid, the first thing I would do would be to satisfy my curiosity.

Watching the Gem Wasp in Reed's hand slowly fly up and circle in the air, Peter thought that this thing would be good for surveillance.

He said to Reed, "Send me a few of these gem wasps."

It would be a good idea to use this thing as a small drone and let it explore the underground world that Helen mentioned.

"Okay, but leave one for me."

Reed knew that Peter was born in the year of the dog, and it would be difficult to get back the things he took away, so he had no choice but to give in.

Peter casually put tens of thousands of dollars on the table and asked Reed, whose eyes sparkled, "How is the research progress of the time-travel machine?"

"Some key materials are missing, and some things can only be bought on the black market."

Reed takes Peter into his basement world.

This little world is his secret base.

He never brought anyone in.

The messy basement does not feel dim.

The bright lights illuminate the entire space.

In the middle, there is a metal seat, made up of various complex parts to look like a garbage truck.

"Although I try to buy online, some people still insist on meeting in person. Can you help me?"

Reed asked Peter.

"what do you need?"

"A lot. I'll make a list later. Thank you, Parker."

Reed's expression turned from cloudy to sunny, and he quickly handed Peter the list he had already made.

Peter was somewhat speechless as he took the list from the other party and suddenly felt it was a bit unreliable.

Are you playing house with your children?
Even the ghost he saw in the swamp last night seemed more worthy of his belief than the so-called time machine in front of him.

Although he really wanted to ask the other party if he was joking, he thought that the other party's name was Mr. Fantastic.

Moreover, the Gem Wasp surveillance system had just been created, so he suppressed the doubts in his heart for the time being.

"Are you using this set of chairs to teleport through time and space? If so, how do you get back?"

Peter asked him, frowning.

"No, there is an even simpler way. I can condense it into a bracelet. With this bracelet, I may be able to travel through different dimensions and time. This should not be difficult."

Reed said to Peter confidently.

(End of this chapter)