Chapter 88: False and Real Harry
The next day, church.

On weekend mornings, the church was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"Let us pray for her, because both men and women are like flowers in the valley, blooming today and withering tomorrow. Human life is like a season, coming and going. Let us pray."

The priest finished his benediction and then said, "Would you mind if the bearers of the pall came forward?"

Peter sat in the front row of the church, next to Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

After hearing the pastor's words, Uncle Ben stood up and walked forward.

The dead person was a relative of the Parkers, a young girl who died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

Uncle Ben received the news a few days ago, and the original plan was for him and Aunt May to come together.

But at Peter's insistence, he brought his nephew along.

As for the reason why Peter insisted, it was naturally because he was worried that Helen would do something bad to Uncle Ben and his uncle.

After what happened last night, he began to believe that Helen had established some kind of connection with the alien in his body.

The worst outcome is that the other party is also parasitized.

So. Is it that sticky stuff that you vomited out?

Also, can the alien embryo in your body evolve?

His tail pierced the vampire's heart yesterday.

Pondering, he took out his cell phone and searched the name of the bar he went to yesterday.

See if you can figure out what this bar Helen once visited is.

While he was searching, Gwen called him and asked him where he was.

After a moment's hesitation, he told Gwen his address.

After hanging up the phone, Peter looked up at the church window.

The cross hanging above is particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Searches related to "Alcatraz Bar" yielded only mundane results.

It looked like every bar in New York.

Gwen also arrived at the church just as Uncle Ben and the other three were preparing to lift the gray coffin.

Gwen was wearing a light blue dress, and her face was tense as she was infected by the atmosphere of the church.

"Tomorrow and an accident, we never know which will come first."

Gwen greeted Aunt May, sat down, and after watching the funeral for a while, she whispered to Peter, "I was on the road yesterday and was almost hit by a car."

She thought about yesterday, when the black car rushed towards her.

If I didn't have super powers, misfortune might have really happened.

"But I'm fine. I'm lucky enough."

Seeing Peter's surprised look, Gwen quickly explained that she was fine.

She was about to say something when the pallbearers got ready and the crowd began to stand up.

Uncle Ben and three other men carried the coffin and walked out along the cinder-covered road.

Others in the chapel followed suit and headed outside.

Gwen accompanied Peter and followed the crowd out.

"Actually, Gwen."

Peter said to Gwen, "You don't have to come here. This heavy atmosphere doesn't suit you."

"I'm not that fragile." Gwen said in a relaxed tone: "Peter, you can't think that I have to stay away from funerals just because I said that death always favors Gwen."

"It also represents a kind of sustenance for us, doesn't it? Mourning for the deceased, sometimes makes me feel awe-inspiring and quiet."

Gwen expressed her feelings and then asked Peter, "Do you think funerals are heavy, Peter?"

“I’m more rational.”

Peter glanced at the Cadillac funeral car parked on the side of the road, and then said, "I have always believed that funerals are a kind of decryption of death."

"Why do you say that?"

"Some people see a lot at funerals, like the man who buried Hitler, the man who dissected John Wilkes Booth, the forty undertakers who cleaned Jonestown, and the man who kept Alexander the Great's body in a golden coffin to prevent it from rotting."

(John Wilkes Booth: Lincoln's assassin)
Peter's thoughts turned to the vampire he had killed last night.

I dealt with the corpse that came back to life and discovered some secrets about death.

Gwen nodded, thinking there was some truth to that.

"Perhaps you are right, Peter, but those secrets of death may be buried forever. These people did not write books to tell the secrets."

Gwen didn't notice Peter's expression. She suddenly remembered the most important thing that she hadn't told Peter yet.

"I saw Harry today."

Gwen frowned and said to Peter, "But there doesn't seem to be something right with him."

"What's wrong?"

Gwen organized her words and said, "I don't know how to describe it. Harry greeted me elegantly, wearing upper-class clothes and speaking in the same tone as his father. He kept talking about the great achievements Osborn had made and how to make Osborn even greater."

Peter asked her, "Isn't this good?"

"I'm not saying it's bad. This kind of behavior is fine for any rich guy, but the key point is that Harry is different."

Gwen exhaled and said to Peter, "He's not the kind of person who would devote himself to business and success. He's an ordinary person. I mean, he never distanced himself from others by thinking of himself as a rich second-generation and coldly packaging himself as someone who pursues success. This is not Harry."

Peter was silent for a moment after hearing this, and then said, "People always change, Gwen."

“But it’s impossible to change overnight.”

Gwen said a little depressed: "He seems to have become a different person. Maybe something happened behind the scenes that we don't know about."

Peter nodded and asked Gwen, "Which state do you think is better for Harry?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "It seems that he is more cheerful now. He used to be always worried, as if he was worried about something, but..."

Gwen hesitated for a moment and said, "That may be false. No matter how happy you are, it is not real. How can a person forget all the pain?"

night.

Osborne Manor.

Harry greeted his father in the living room.

"Hey, Dad."

Norman patted Harry on the shoulder and said with satisfaction: "I heard that you performed very well in the company, Harry."

"I am trying to learn some of the company's operational management methods. Although I don't know how effective it will be, it is an attempt."

Harry said to his father, "I like this experiment."

"Very good, go and rest."

Watching Harry walk upstairs, Norman's expression became serious.

He said to the butler, "Very good, continue to give Harry the medicine."

(End of this chapter)