Chapter 259 Am I a bad girl?

evening.

Gwen sat next to the wilted marigolds, chewing gum.

While looking at the signature of Captain America in her hand, she stretched out her fingers and gently brushed the broken head of the "little goblin".

"I know, Dad, it was me."

Gwen is on the phone with her father.

George Stacy didn't know it yet, but Peter asked Captain America for his autograph.

However, he already knew about the "Venom Spider-Woman" reported on TV and was asking if the other party was Gwen.

"Have you changed your outfit, Gwen?"

"No, it's just... just some accidents. I'll fix it soon, Dad."

Gwen replied to her father weakly: "Yes, I can take care of myself, Dad."

"You like to keep everything to yourself, Gwen. If you're in any trouble, I can help you. Maybe you should go home."

"I know, Dad, I'll find time to go back, but not now. I'll fix it soon."

Listening to the footsteps behind her, Gwen said to George Stacy, "I have to hang up, Dad. We'll talk later."

After hanging up the phone, Gwen, who was sitting on the steps, turned around.

"Hey, Peter."

"Talk to Officer George?"

"Yes, Dad said he wanted to talk to you."

Gwen gave Peter a sly smile and showed him the ring in her hand.

"Because of the ring you gave me from Queen Elizabeth, Dad thought you were going to propose to me, and he was very angry."

Peter looked at the ring on Gwen's finger that he got from the Black Cat in the main world and smiled slightly.

"If I were to propose to you, Gwen, would you say yes?"

"Um"

Gwen hesitated for a moment, pretending to be embarrassed.

"I'll have to think about it, unless you want a very different proposal, Peter."

"What is 'very different'?"

Peter sat on the steps near Gwen.

“It’s very different.”

Gwen said as she rested her head on Peter's shoulder, "Whatever the ritual, it's just different when you do it, Peter."

Peter felt Gwen's heartbeat and breathing and said nothing.

The two of them quietly enjoyed the rare silence.

Ten minutes passed.

Night falls.

But the sky had not yet been completely swallowed by darkness. There was still some light. The chirping of crickets replaced the chirping of cicadas, and a gentle breeze blew.

"You haven't been to school in a long time, Gwen."

After a while, Peter said to Gwen.

"You too, Peter, you haven't been there for a long time, and we are all bad students now."

Gwen suddenly raised her head from Peter's shoulder.
"You know, Peter, I used to go to a girls' school."

"Girls' school?"

"Yes."

Gwen said, dangling one leg over the steps.

"But the girls in school are all bad girls."

"Bad girl? That's not something you would say, Gwen."

Gwen shrugged. "Yeah, that's not quite what I would say, but that's my subjective feeling."

She said, Captain America's signature spread out on her lap.

"Some girls benefit from a fresh start, a new beginning, which is capital, but when you enter a new stage, you start to move towards a different life."

Gwen said in a somewhat depressed tone.

She thought about her own problem, wondering if being infected by the symbiote would be the beginning of a new life.

Peter asked Gwen, "What do you think is a bad girl, Gwen?"

He was curious about what was going on in Gwen's mind at this moment.

"I'm not sure either. Maybe you could do a survey, Peter."

Gwen thought for a moment and said:

"I can give you a summary of the contents of the questionnaire, such as whether you have behaviors that defy social norms? Do you feel that those social norms do not apply to you? Do you become angry and resist without warning? Do you swear and hurt others?"

Gwen stared at the fence ahead and said:
"Or something more serious, depression, manic-depressive disorder, bipolar disorder, ADHD, anxiety, oppositional defiant disorder, or something like 'borderline personality disorder—'"

"Oppositional Defiance Disorder?"

Peter repeated the word, not expecting such a complicated word to come out of Gwen's mouth.

It seems that Gwen's cultural level has improved a lot after being parasitized by the symbiote.

"It is a sign of a person who cannot get along well with authority, does not like to be told what to do, is angry, resentful, argumentative, is generally in some kind of trouble, and often does things contrary to what is ordered."

"If. I mean if, I become this kind of person, Peter."

Gwen hesitantly asked Peter, "Will you still love me? I mean, can we still maintain this relationship?"

After almost losing control and killing the black gangster last night, Gwen felt like something was blocking her heart.

"Of course you won't change, Gwen."

"you sure?"

"yes, I'm sure."

Peter comforted her: "Even if you suffer from oppositional defiant disorder, our relationship will not change."

"Thank you, I know you won't give up on me, Peter."

Gwen gave Peter a hug.

"By the way, I don't think I have oppositional resistance disorder yet."

Gwen argued weakly.

"Maybe I was a good girl. It's not my fault that I was surrounded by villains and lunatics half of the time. I always did things my own way, but I'm afraid the symbiote will really make me hurt you, Peter. If I did what Eddie did, would you forgive me? No, even if you forgive me, I'm afraid I won't forgive myself."

Gwen said frustratedly.

"Yes I will, don't worry Gwen, I'll get it done."

Peter reached out and touched Gwen, who was uneasy with her eyes wide open like a deer.

He could feel the fear and worry of the girl in front of him.

Gwen is not worried that the symbiote will hurt her, but she is afraid that the symbiote will make her hurt the people around her.

After kissing Gwen's forehead gently, Peter told her about Harry, "Did you know? Harry joined S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Harry joined S.H.I.E.L.D."

Gwen had a surprised look on her face.

Peter nodded. "Although it's a little strange, this is what the director of SHIELD said himself, so it shouldn't be wrong."

Gwen took out her phone and said, "Yes, this is very strange. Although Harry said before that he was going on a trip and turned off all communication tools, I didn't expect that he secretly became an agent. I have to leave a message on his personal social APP to ask."

After she left a message for Harry, she turned on her phone and found that a message had been pushed to her.

"A demon murder suspect is haunting New York City!"

Gwen looked at the headline of the news and was stunned.

"This is.?"

Gwen handed the phone to Peter, "Why is the mask this guy is wearing so similar to the Green Goblin's mask?"

Peter looked at the suspect's portrait on the news and frowned. Judging from the portrait, it was indeed very similar to the Green Goblin's mask.

However, the colors are obviously different, and there are many differences in the styling details.

When did this guy appear?!

"Are you okay, George?"

At Stacy's house, DeWulf asked George Stacy as he finished talking to his daughter.

"It's okay. You know, daughters are always a little rebellious at this stage, but it's much better. At least Gwen is willing to call me."

George was still very happy when his former colleague came to visit him.

Even though he is no longer a policeman.

"Have you heard about that guy who calls himself the evil spirit?"

After Detective DeWulf and George talked about Gwen for a few words, they turned to the "evil ghost" that suddenly appeared.

"Yeah, isn't Officer Frank investigating? I heard he's doing a good job."

"Yes, he did a good job, but I still hope you can come back, George. I know you have always cared about this career."

George shook his head and picked up the coffee cup. "Compared to being a police officer, I would rather be a qualified father. Besides, I may not be suitable for the police profession. When you compromise in certain aspects, you will sacrifice something."

Seeing George's determined expression, DeWulf nodded helplessly.

"No matter what, I will miss the days when we worked together."

"Me too."

George held out his coffee cup to her.

After returning to the police station, DeWulf received a report of a case before she had time to rest.

The person who reported the case claimed that when he passed by his neighbor's house, he heard the sound of something breaking, as if the neighbors were arguing or fighting.

So she had no choice but to drive to the scene where the police were called.

Brooklyn.

Light filtered through the shattered windows into a grey mass, catching swirls of dust and bits of decay beneath the beams of light.

The beam ended on the face of Chris Martin, who was tied to an old table.

The leather padding beneath him was broken and biting his bare back, thighs, and buttocks.

There was a mixture of smells: sweat, urine, rust, all woven into a pungent, chemical stench.

Chris Martin was gagged with barbed wire, the wound extending all the way across his head, from front to back - the rusty barbs poking into the corners of his mouth.

The wire pinned his head to the table.

His tongue and lips were dry and cracked, showing that he had been here for some time.

The walls around him were blackened and charred, and the wallpaper was blistered like skin that had been soaked in water for a long time.

Ceilings were pulled down everywhere, and knobs and conduit dangled, held up by sagging strands of damaged insulation, looking like gray clouds being dragged down by a rainstorm.

"Tread! Tread! Tread!"

A man suddenly walked out from the shadows.

"Listen, young man, to my story of the fate of poor old Polly, a young man, young and dissolute, pretentious, who groaned in despair and died groaning."

The song has a folk flavor, old-school, slow and rhythmic.

The man's voice was thick and husky, and behind it the sound trembled and swayed, from low to high notes, as pleasant and melodious as the tines of a fork through a slate.

"He would go and frolic and dance and play, even though all his friends would say, 'When I get old, I'll turn to God and I'm sure he'll take my soul.'"

Chris Martin, with his mouth blocked, struggled hard. The cracked corners of his mouth formed scabs, and fresh blood flowed out and then dried.

There were "X" marks carved on both of his palms. Although the wounds were shallow, the two were exactly the same. There were also two identical marks on his feet.

"One Friday morning Polly was taken ill, his strong heart began to fail, he cried, 'Oh no, my days are done, and it is too late to repent'."

The man continued to sing the ballad, and his face emerged from the shadows.

The man wore a demon mask on his face, and his eyes sparkled through the film goggles tied to his flesh.

It was not his head but a hood that covered his shoulders and ended at his bare, sallow chest.

Emerging from the shadows, he held a dagger in his hand.

"He called his father to his bedside, his eyes rolling in his head, 'Oh, Godfather, farewell, your evil offspring are screaming in hell.'"

The man continued to sing the ballad.

Chris Martin struggled desperately after seeing the dagger.

He rubbed his head back and forth, trying to escape, trying to free part of himself - and when the barbed wire sawed into his cheek, he screamed heartbreakingly.

The blood rolled up in his throat, almost suffocating him.

The man wearing an evil ghost mask came over, his fingers were red and wet.

Seeing the man wearing the devil mask, he was about to stab the man's head with the dagger.

At the critical moment, the door of the dim room was suddenly kicked open.

"Oh!"

The dazzling sunlight shines in.

DeWulf stood at the door with a gun raised, "Police, freeze!"

A man wearing a demon mask, with a dagger raised high into the sky.

A beam of light suddenly shone on him, causing him to stop moving.

When the tied-up Chris Martin saw the police coming to his door, he immediately twisted and struggled and screamed.

The man wearing the devil mask paused, then swung the dagger downwards.

But Chris Martin used all his strength to dodge backwards, and at the same time, DeWulf pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", the bullet grazed the hand of the man in the devil mask.

The dagger blade fell heavily on the table, cutting into a groove that was not newly formed.

Unfortunately, Chris Martin did not dodge, and his head rolled behind the table with a bang.

Then the man in the devil mask kicked it into a tattered wicker basket lined with a black plastic garbage bag.

Blood dripped onto the damaged floor.

"Damn it!"

DeWulf never expected that she would encounter a murder suspect while doing a routine home inspection.

What’s even more hateful is that this guy actually killed someone in front of him.

She pulled the trigger repeatedly in anger.

All the bullets in the magazine were fired at the enemy.

DeWulf fired all the bullets in the gun in one breath.

But the man wearing the devil mask had already dodged to the side.

Seeing that the bullet did not hit the opponent, DeWulf quickly retreated and prepared to call for support.

But what she didn't expect was that a flying skateboard suddenly rushed out of the darkness.

"Oh!"

The "evil ghost" riding a flying skateboard knocked her out heavily.

"Boom!"

DeWulf's pistol flew out.

at the same time.

Stacey's house.

George Stacy suddenly noticed that DeWulf had forgotten something at home.

He walked to the table and found the other party's police badge left there.

Picking up the police badge and stroking the patterns on it, he hesitated for a moment, finally took out his cell phone and dialed DeWulf's number.

(End of this chapter)