Chapter 155

"Well, this is something unexpected."

Gwen said that she had collected these before, before she became Spider-Woman.

"Do you remember the time you grabbed me on the roof? I was being chased by those gangsters. Although you saved me at that time, I thought: Hey, Gwen, you can't always wait for others to save you. If you meet them next time, maybe you can save yourself when you are in danger."

"Did you use this to save yourself, Gwen? And how did you get it?"

Peter didn't expect Gwen to have such a wild side.

Gwen said confidently, "My dad is the sheriff. I can always find a way."

Peter fell silent.

You've become more confident!
He found it a little weird when he thought about Gwen during that period, when she was going to school, riding in the car, and even talking to him, with a grenade stuffed in her waist.

Seeing the strange look Peter gave her, Gwen quickly explained: "I just hid it in the basement and rarely used it."

"Well, I wouldn't be too surprised if you said you hid it on your body."

Peter said he didn't quite believe her.

Gwen was feeling a little depressed in the cafe.

Gwen felt that she couldn't explain even a hundred times how Peter suspected that she was the terrorist Spider-Woman.

A waitress came over and brought the coffee they ordered.

"You'll keep this a secret for me, won't you, Peter?"

At this time, Gwen felt a little regretful and told her biggest secret.

If anyone knew about this, she would be completely ruined.

"Uh-huh, of course."

Peter took a look at the grenade he had confiscated and nodded in agreement.

Of course I won’t tell anyone else.

This is one of the few things I have on Gwen.

"FragWomen."

(Grenade Lady also means "a woman with great lethality that can easily affect teammates")
Gwen had calmed down, but when she heard Peter yelling that, her defense broke down again.

night.

Peter sat at his desk, staring at the image that the Gem Wasp had sent yesterday.

Gwen has gone to bed now, but he is still watching the video.

The woman who appeared at the entrance of the cave seemed to have been seen by himself.

I had seen this woman's photo when I was investigating the company that was making the werewolf-themed movie.

I remember her name seemed to be Fletcher, a senior executive of a film company.

Why did she appear at the entrance of the mine tunnel?
Is this woman also connected to this?
Deep in thought, he looked out into the dark night.

late at night.

When everything is quiet.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw a black shadow passing by.

He sat up suddenly, his eyes adjusting to the darkness in the room.

The black shadow that suddenly appeared flashed before his eyes, then hid in the corner and rushed into the bathroom, accompanied by a rustling sound.

Peter got out of bed in the dark as fast as he could, and the black exoskeleton instantly covered his arms.

At this moment, he silently released the sharp claws in his hands.

Peter followed the shadow with his feet on the carpet.

At the bathroom door, he reached over and found the light switch on the wall.

Click!

The dazzling light poured down instantly, illuminating the entire bathroom.

His eyes immediately turned serious.

I saw a red film balloon in the bathroom, floating in the corner of the wall, up and down.

There was a picture of a cake on the balloon, and the flames of the candles on the cake formed a line of words: Happy Birthday.

Today is not his birthday.

Whether it is my previous self or as Peter Parker.

The balloon moved slowly, rustling again, and finally floated to the center of the room.

Peter looked at himself in the mirror: his eyes were bruised and there was dried blood in his nostrils.

The things that frightened ordinary people did not scare him. He quickly came to a conclusion: he was dreaming!
This is a dream world, definitely not a normal world.

The balloon slowly rotated, revealing the message on the back.

There was a skull logo printed where the cake should have been.

In the wide-open mouth of the skull were two rows of uneven teeth, and a dialogue box emerged from between the teeth, with the words "Happy Death Day!" written in the box.
Peter frowned slightly.

"interesting."

He said as he raised the sharp claw in his hand and stabbed forward.

The balloon exploded with a bang.

Blood splattered everywhere!

It should be said that it is black blood.

Thick, sticky, and with blood clots.

Peter looked at the mirror quietly.

The blood flowed down the mirror like dark red syrup.

There were some white tissues mixed in the blood, like maggots trapped in resin.

Taking two steps forward, Peter stared at the mirror and reached out to wipe out a clean spot on the mirror so that he could see his appearance.

But the scene suddenly changed.

The person in the mirror was still him, but he had changed significantly from before.

The person in the mirror returned to normal. Under his chestnut hair were his cold eyes.

At this moment, there was movement behind him in the mirror, but it was extremely blurry because of the coagulated blood.

"There are nine more, and it will be your turn soon!"

A voice suddenly said.

Peter turned around immediately after hearing this.

The shadow held a red blade in his hand.

Laughing loudly, he chopped down at his head.

Peter reacted and swung his claws to try to stop the other party.

But the bathroom environment in front of me suddenly changed!

Peter's eyes suddenly went dark, and his body seemed to be dragged into a well of nothingness, sinking continuously.

He heard what seemed to be someone crying, but the sound soon disappeared.

The next second, Peter stood up in the stench of antiseptic in the hospital.

The stench of decay crept into his nostrils, taking up residence and unable to be driven away.

There seemed to be an invisible wall around him, suppressing the air around him and making it impossible for him to breathe freely.

Realizing that this was affecting his own spiritual world, Peter frowned and used his consciousness to fight this strange feeling.

At first it felt as if I was trapped in a box, or a coffin, and the air seemed to be getting less and less.

Suddenly, a pair of hands reached out - strong and powerful hands, with wet and sticky palms reaching towards me.

The person who suddenly appeared was Gwen!
With her blood-stained hands, she removed the mint green medical mask on her face, revealing Gwen with blood all over her face.

"Hi, good evening, Peter."

Gwen greeted Peter.

"You're not Gwen, who are you?"

Peter was silent for a moment, frowned and asked her.

"I am Gwen, or the future Gwen."

"You pulled me closer to the dream, so you pretended to be Gwen?"

"Maybe."

Gwen scratched the taped x over her right eye, "Sorry, the tape itches."

"If this is all a dream," Gwen said to Peter, "why don't you just wake up?"

Peter didn't say anything and just looked at the other person quietly.

After a moment, his body began to be covered with an exoskeleton, and he asked him calmly, "You are not Gwen, did you transform into Gwen just to play a trick on me?"

"Why are you so sure, so calm? Anger, fear, despair, isn't that what you should be showing? Why aren't you afraid, Peter Parker? Do you think you can't be hurt?"

　Happy Lantern Festival, everyone!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)