Chapter 42 People should learn from fountains, not drains
"Oh my god! Thank god you're okay, Ben."

On the platform of the New York Museum of Natural History, Aunt May, who rushed over after hearing the news, hugged Uncle Ben.

Uncle Ben had just experienced a life-and-death race on the subway and was in pretty good shape.

"You're not hurt, are you, Ben?"

Aunt May quickly checked Uncle Ben's body.

After all, the earth-shattering accident just now made her worry.

"I'm fine, just a few scrapes."

Uncle Ben explained to Aunt May with a wry smile.

"I got your text message and I thought you were going to leave me, Ben, you scared me."

"I'm so sorry, May."

Uncle Ben took out his cell phone with a broken screen and said, "My phone is broken and I can't make calls. I can only contact you via text messages."

As he spoke, he cast his eyes towards the dilapidated subway and said with emotion: "If it weren't for that mysterious hero, I might not have been able to avoid this accident."

"He saved me and all the passengers on the subway."

Uncle Ben took off his glasses and stared at the passengers and police who were gradually gathering around him, speechless for a long time.

the other side.

Gwen stood outside the platform, looked at the growing crowd, exhaled slightly, and turned to leave.

She had just left because of vomiting, and when she came back Spider-Man had disappeared.

Although she felt a little disappointed, she quickly adjusted her mood.

Maybe I'll have a chance to meet him next time.

Just as she turned to leave, she was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

She turned around and found Peter standing in front of her.

"Peter?!"

Gwen looked at her friend in surprise, "Where did you go?"

"There were some minor problems, but they have been resolved."

Peter said in a nonchalant tone.

Although he still felt a little uncomfortable, the feeling of exhaustion and weakness still lingered.

But compared to the situation just now when I almost fainted, it is much better now.

"Well, knowing that you are okay is probably the best news I have received right now."

Gwen said, turning her head towards the subway on the platform.

"Did you see that? Peter, the 'Spider-Man', he prevented this disaster."

"Spider-Man?"

Peter's eyebrows twitched slightly when he heard Gwen mention Spider-Man.

"Yes, don't you think he looks like a spider? He can spit out silk and hold subways and helicopters. He's a cool superhero!"

"Ah."

Peter glanced at Gwen's hand that was bitten by a spider and said, "As I recall, you hate spiders, don't you?"

He remembered that after the incident with Frank, Gwen had shown a fear of spiders.

"Yes, but today's Spider-Man changed my impression of spiders."

Gwen smiled at Peter, "Now I'm looking forward to being that kind of superhero."

Peter nodded and whispered to himself, "That won't be long."

"what?"

Gwen's hearing had also improved a lot. She asked Peter in confusion, "What did you just say, Peter?"

"I said, I'm looking forward to it."

"Well, although I really want to say that I won't let you down, I'm afraid it's a little difficult."

evening.

Gwen dragged her tired body back home.

In addition to the nausea, I also had a fever. What was wrong with me?
Why was he able to catch the falling Spider-Man without any harm himself?
With a bang, she threw herself on the bed.

The light above her head made her feel dizzy.

It felt like I was walking on a bumpy, rugged, and stone-strewn path.

It went straight through the dense jungle and thorns, seemingly stretching endlessly forward.

On the long road, every step you take seems insignificant.

Her muscles grew slower and slower as her steps progressed, and she even wondered if she was already dead.

Or, has she become a walking corpse now?

"Gwen!"

She was still in a daze when there was a knock on the door and George Stacy's voice was heard outside.

Opening her eyes and forcing herself to walk back down the path, Gwen stood up and opened the door for her father.

"Good evening, Dad."

"Good evening, Gwen."

George Stacy frowned as he looked at his daughter who looked listless.

"Are you okay, Gwen?"

"I'm fine, just a little sleepy."

George nodded, not doubting his words.

So many things happened during the day that even he now felt exhausted and tired.

The sudden incident on the No. 7 subway caused an uproar in New York and across the United States.

The so-called superhero called "Spider-Man" by the media suddenly appeared and used a helicopter to stop the high-speed train, shocking countless citizens.

When you turn on the TV now, all you see are speculations about Spider-Man’s identity and analysis of his abilities.

In addition to speculation about Spider-Man's identity, there is also condemnation of the New York police.

After all, such a big thing happened and the New York police did not play any role.

The anger of the citizens, especially those on the 7 subway line, was directed at the New York Police Department.

The troubled George Stacy finally escaped from the police station and returned home.

"I think we have to talk, Gwen."

George Stacy walked over to his daughter and said, "Last time at Midtown High School, and again this time, you put yourself in danger, Gwen. I don't want anything to happen to you."

"Sorry, Dad, I was just trying to help."

"But you're not a police officer, Gwen, and you're not a superhero. You have limits on what you can do."

Gwen rubbed her dizzy forehead and said to her father, "It's not because we become special that we have responsibilities, right, Dad? It's innate."

George Stacy sighed slightly: "You will hurt yourself, Gwen, you are not always lucky."

"I know, so I have been embracing my fate. Maybe something unexpected will happen next time if I am unlucky, but I won't complain."

Gwen looked up at her father and said, "Dad, didn't you tell me before? People should learn from fountains, not drains; they should learn from leaves drifting in the stream, not from dams that restrict their freedom."

George was speechless as he listened to Gwen using her own old words to refute him.

After seeing her father off, Gwen fell on the bed, covering her burning forehead.

Her palm touched the notebook on the bed, and when she raised her hand, she found that the notebook was stuck to her hand.

She stared at her palm in astonishment.

what is this? !!

The rooftop of the Cross Church of Christ in Manhattan.

Harry hugged the cross and trembled.

The cold air continued to attack him, and as it got darker, the cold wind became even more unbearable for him.

"Is anyone there? Help!"

He shouted weakly twice again.

what happened?
Why does it seem like everyone has forgotten me?

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