Chapter 264 I want you to do something with me
"what happened?"

Seeing that Peter looked strange, Gwen asked Peter puzzledly.

"nothing."

Peter turned his head and smiled at Gwen, "I just suddenly thought of something."

"Hmm, you must not think so."

Gwen shrugged. "I can always tell what's on your mind, Peter."

She took out a copy of The Metamorphosis from the box, flipped through a few pages at random, and said to Peter: "You are Gregor and I am his sister. Even if you turn into a beetle, I can still guess what you are thinking."

Peter looked at Gwen in surprise, "Are you still reading such obscure texts?"

Gwen is such a profound girl?
It was as if he truly recognized the girl in front of him for the first time.

"Yeah, I like Gregor. He turned into a monster and was not understood by anyone, but he still loved his sister."

Gwen sat on the floor with her legs folded. "I was very young when I read it for the first time. I remembered the first sentence, 'I woke up and turned into a beetle'. Then I had nightmares for several days. When I woke up in the morning, I waved my hands to make sure they were still hands. The second time was in the attic. I was more engaged in reading novels than watching movies. I found it was already dark when I finished reading. This time, I was deeply impressed by the character of "sister" in the text."

Gwen stared out into the dark, rainy night.

"The first time it appears is her voice, at the other door, his sister asking in a soft, sad voice: 'Gregor, are you feeling unwell? Do you need anything?' Then his father goes back to eat his breakfast, and his sister whispers: 'Gregor, open the door, please.'"

"The price of becoming a monster is that all the people you love will drift away from you. In the end, my sister forced Gregor to death."

Gwen exhaled, "I am a monster now too, Peter. I almost killed someone in the parking lot earlier. If that 'evil spirit' was really Harry, I really made a mistake."

"No you're not, Gwen."

Peter stroked Gwen's blonde hair, "If you're a monster, I'm a monster. We're all monsters, Gwen."

"That's why I said I would read your mind."

Gwen stood up, holding the Metamorphosis in her hand, and coughed, "I can recite the poem in it to you."

Without waiting for Peter to speak, Gwen quickly read out a poem from it.

“Since I have no shame, I will make it public.

If I have the chance, I will go where the crowds gather,

Tell everyone; if you lock me up here,

I will pry these pitiful trees and rocks.

The air of heaven will hear, and the god,

If there is a god in heaven, he will surely be able to hear my voice. "

After listening to Gwen's poem, Peter clapped his hands and said, "Very good, Gwen. In addition to being a rock star like Felicia Hardy, you can also consider becoming a writer. After all, you have started writing an autobiography."

"I'm not interested in being a writer or anything like that."

Gwen sat down proudly and put the book on the ground.

Staring at Peter's profile, she suddenly found herself somewhat unable to leave him.

"Can we hug?"

Gwen opened her hands.

Peter looked at the youthful girl opening her arms to him and naturally would not refuse.

"of course."

He opened his arms and pulled Gwen into a hug.

After they enjoyed a moment of silence with each other, Gwen asked Peter for a kiss.

"You seem to have two hearts beating in your chest, Peter."

Gwen whispered to him softly, whispering in his ear.

"Yes, I have two hearts in my body."

Peter said to Gwen, "One is ordinary, and the other is not ordinary."

"Then you're right, you're a monster too."

Gwen placed her hand on Peter's chest and listened to the two hearts beating inside.

Gwen, feeling hot all over, took off her coat.

Her fingers, nimble and nimble, groped over Peter's corduroy LL Bean shirt.

Gwen then took the first button with her teeth, bit it off and spat it against the wall.

With a click, it rolled to the heat exhaust port and slid in.

Everything seemed to stop.

Gwen looked up nervously at Peter's surprised face.

"Well, I'm not very good at this."

Gwen felt that what she had just done was very embarrassing.

She stood up and fanned her slightly red face, "We were a little impulsive just now."

When Peter saw Gwen's actions, he was a little surprised, so much so that he stopped and did not continue his "attack".

"Where did you learn that, Gwen?"

"Uh, in a book, or some magazine I was reading, I can't remember, but the symbiote made my mind a little weird."

Gwen awkwardly found an excuse for herself and blamed the shameful action on the symbiote.

She steadfastly denied that she had accidentally viewed pay TV content.

"Hmm, I have to say your actions just now were very sexy. They are somewhat different from your previous image."

Peter said seriously.

"Ok."

Gwen exhaled and said to Peter with a guilty conscience, "What should I do to make you forget these things, Peter?"

at the same time.

Black cat place.

The great thief Black Cat also experienced a war with Peter.

She looked at Spider-Man standing in front of her in horror.

"wrong!"

"No," she said, her voice thick with disbelief and shock, "it's not you. You're not Peter."

The guy in the spider costume suddenly pulled his fist back and punched the black cat in the nose.

Chat Noir felt an explosion, a break, blood popping out like firecrackers, and two streams of red liquid spurting down her chin.

When the opponent was about to continue the attack, the black cat rolled onto the table in the room.

"I am Spider-Man, and Spider-Man is me. Is there any doubt about that?"

The other party said to her.

"Go away."

The black cat cursed at him through gritted teeth.

Soon Spider-Man rushed over again, and his fist hit her stomach like lightning.

She bent her body and rolled under the table, into the space between the table and the TV.

Blood soaked the carpet, and she felt something inside her collapse.

Spider-Man grabbed both of her ankles and dragged her out.

The carpet hurt her back as her top kept pulling at her from behind.

There was a smile in Spider-Man's voice, but it wasn't his smile.

This is not Peter, this is another Spider-Man, another Peter Parker.

"you."

She hissed and then spat.

"Give me your hand," Spider-Man said.

"Intruder, intruder."

Spider-Man just laughed.

He grabbed her hand and slammed it palm down violently onto the carpet.

"I am Peter Parker, I am Spider-Man, aren't we friends?"

"No!"

The black cat stood up, panting. "This is my dream. You are also a figment of my imagination."

She soon realized she was dreaming.

After all, this kind of fuzzy feeling in the head is not the real world.

"Right? It was a dream."

"You will know the answer. I will let you know the answer. Do you think you can escape this nightmare?"

As Spider-Man spoke, blood flowed from her eyes, and everything in front of her world collapsed before her eyes.

The black cat suddenly woke up from his sleep.

She opened her eyes and looked at the familiar room, and breathed a sigh of relief. It was such a realistic dream.

Is it just because of seeing the so-called Spider-Man from another dimension that you have such a nightmare?

Am I afraid that Peter Parker from another dimension is a complete villain?

She stood up and walked out of the bedroom barefoot.

The black cats in the living room looked at their owner who came out in the middle of the night with their green eyes.

She opened the refrigerator and pulled out a glass of vodka.

The vodka should have made her sleepy again, but she wasn't, and her head kept spinning like a merry-go-round with horrible images.

Four Spider-Men, not one, but four, and a weird talking pig.

Can animals talk?
Could it be that I have entered Alice's dream?

Although the "little tiger" was not found, she had completely forgotten about it, and her mind was full of the Spider-Mans just now.

Were they here to see Peter?

The black cat rubbed his brows, trying to clear his mind.

She opened the freezer, found a pint of Haagen Dazs chocolate ice cream, plopped down on the couch, put the tub between her legs, scooped a generous spoonful, and turned on the TV.

Cooking show.

Change the channel.

Something about Hawaiian volcanoes.

Change the channel.

Infomercials, blah blah blah, super mop.

Change the channel.

An American Werewolf in London is at its climax.

The titular wolf, rampaging through London's Piccadilly Circus, is maimed, chaotic, and stupid, with cars honking, screams ringing, and the beast ripping the head off a bystander and flinging it into the crowd.

Click.

TV, off.

Cat Noir felt dizzy and overwhelmed by the dream she had just had. She sat on the couch, guarding a pint of ice cream and thinking about parallel worlds and Spider-Man.

Maybe I should contact Peter, place an ad in the Daily Bugle, or go to him directly?
Just as she was thinking about whether to contact Peter, she suddenly heard something.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the gate.

Through the window next to the front door, Black Cat could see a shadow moving on the other side of the curtains, in the darkness outside.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out her switchblade.

Black Cat hits the button and the blade pops out, then pops the door open, and she nearly stabs Peter.

Peter reached out and was about to knock on the door.

"You don't seem to be very welcoming to me, Miss Hardy."

Peter said to her with a shrug.

After sending Gwen to George Stacy's ward, Peter immediately rushed to the Black Cat's residence.

As for his and Gwen's punishment, it cannot be discussed for the time being.

Black Cat's real identity is a rock star, so Peter knows where she lives.

"You should have called me."

The black cat said to Peter while breathing a sigh of relief.

"I called, but you didn't answer."

Hearing Peter's words, Black Cat walked to the sofa in confusion and picked up his cell phone.

"Sorry, it's down because there's no electricity."

The black cat asked back, "How do you know my home?"

"I got it from the paparazzi."

Peter came through the door and looked at the luxuriously decorated home of the rock queen.

"Do cats like shiny things?"

He asked the black cat.

The black cat rolled his eyes at him and turned on the lights in the room. "Yes, cats will still regard people like you who come to the door in the middle of the night as dangerous people. I almost stabbed you just now."

"any drinks?"

"Cafe."

"Only tea, and it's Chinese tea."

The black cat teased Peter in a mean way.

Peter: "."

"This is your first time at my house, so you must be up to something, right?"

She asked after she had prepared tea for Peter, coughing.

"Uh-huh, I heard your cat was lost."

He didn't have the heart to tell the truth, the black cat's pet was eaten by the "Queen".

He is very closely connected with the spiritual world of the "Queen". Although the two cannot communicate with each other, he can basically fully understand what the "Queen" wants to express.

It is more like a spiritual sharing of a contractual relationship.

Moreover, he already knew from the "Queen" what Black Cat had encountered with the Spider-Men.

"Yes, I didn't find my pet, but I did find a few spiders."

Black Cat did not hide anything and told everything he knew about the four Spider-Men.

"That's all. They say it's Spider-Man from another dimension. I think you should have a bigger headache than me."

Peter nodded after hearing this.

From Black Cat's description, he could roughly guess what these Spider-Men were going to do.

Are they preparing to join forces with me to deal with the heir family, or are these people coming for Gwen?

In any case, the purposes of these Spider-Men should be related to the Heir family.

"You don't seem surprised at all?"

The black cat asked him in surprise, holding the tea.

"Yeah, I've seen quite a few Spider-Mans."

"Really?"

The black cat's eyes widened.

“I don’t think I need to tell lies.”

He thought Black Cat’s tea was good and wanted to take a few bags home to taste.

Black Cat found it incredible. "So there really is a parallel universe in the world? And there is an evil version of you in that parallel universe."

She thought about the dream she had just had, in which the evil Spider-Man had blood flowing from his eyes.

"It's very possible."

Peter asked her, "Do you know where those Spider-Men went?"

"No, we just said a few words and then we separated."

The black cat glanced at Peter, "But I think you should be able to meet soon."

"hope so."

After asking her a few questions, Peter prepared to leave.

"Are you just going to leave like this?"

The black cat showed a charming expression on her face and stretched her body, revealing the perfect body lines under her pajamas.

"You suddenly come to my house like this, don't you plan to do anything?"

Peter would like to say that I am a serious person.

"correct."

He pretended to be enlightened and asked, "Can you give me some of those tea leaves?"

“Is it just tea leaves?”

"What else do you want to do?"

Peter pretended not to understand.

I had just finished the punishment game with Gwen, and now I have to be a scumbag here?

Sorry, I still have some principles.

"I want you"

Black Cat came over and put his hand on his shoulder, "I want you to watch TV with me. You won't refuse, right? An American Werewolf in London."

(End of this chapter)