Chapter 45 ：The Troubles of a Young Girl

Gwen stood at the top of a tall building in Brooklyn, watching the stream of cars and people below.

It was drizzling and cars were roaring past.

Through the misty rain fog, she saw an electrical city located not far away.

The line of sight then looked to the distance, the uniform high-rise buildings like a dim fence, outlining the jagged skyline.

She had an insecurity of treading on thin ice, as if at any moment she might break the ground and fall into the abyss.

In the drizzle, she held the phone in front of her and waited for Peter's reply.

Peter quickly texted her back: "We all have a monster living inside of us, Gwen, and you're not alone."

Gwen looked at Peter's text message and wiped the raindrops from her phone's screen.

"Do you mean that the monster of death lives in you, too?"

She suddenly remembered what Peter had said to her, "Death is not alone."

Soon Peter replied to her: "Yes, I have in my heart a great theatre of death, the curtain is always open on the stage, and the plays of death are always being performed here, and the actors are white skeletons."

Gwen thought Peter was talking about his cancer, and she felt sad when she read it.

"I'm sorry, Peter, I... I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It doesn't matter."

Gwen held her phone in silence. She didn't know how to tell Peter about herself.

Tell him he got bitten by a spider and might turn into a monster like Frank?

What good would it be to tell Peter if he believed him, even if he told him?

Peter is in treatment for cancer.

This will only make him more worried and may even cause more damage to his body.

Gwen hesitated and typed back to Peter, "I'm sorry I didn't come home this morning. Sometimes, I can be so capricious."

"You have your reasons, Gwen, I know."

"Thank you, Peter, for listening to my troubles, and perhaps.... I'll take the right opportunity to confide in you. I've been thinking a little too much about the future."

Gwen put down her phone and put her hands in her pockets, feeling the cold rain.

She hadn't thought about the future for a long time.

His original life, is in the lazy river with the tide.

But the future was like a nagging bug, buzzing in her ear and disturbing her. She had heard of an experiment in which laboratory mice and monkeys, if given the illusion of choice, "usually survive in good health."

Even though they only have two options: a mild shock or a severe shock.

But they can at least feel the difference, so they are full of joy and live more enjoyably.

And if the rats and monkeys were given no choice but to receive repeated shocks, they became increasingly anxious.

They may chew through the fur on their hands and feet and eventually die of pain or heart disease.

Half bang, Gwen held out her hands and focused her eyes on them.

I wonder how long it will be before I bite the fur off my hand.

Taking a deep breath and looking at the roof on the far side of the bell tower, Gwen put on her white hood.

She wanted to try the feeling of jumping again.

This is where I tried to jump when I was chased by the Hands. If Peter had not pulled himself, he might have directly wiped down a life cry, recalling how he had jumped up and caught the falling Spider-Man in mid-air.

"I can do it, that's how it felt at the time."

With that, Gwen sped forward.

With a bang, feet off the edge of the roof, Gwen leapt forward.

"Oh!

Land safely with both feet.

She stepped on the edge of the roof, and before Gwen could breathe a sigh of relief, she slipped.

The rain-soaked roof was so slippery that Gwen stumbled on his shoe, lost his balance and fell backwards.

Out of balance, she reached out to grab something, but in vain just grabbed a touch of air. Falling at high speed, Gwen panicked inside.

Forcing herself to calm down, she suddenly remembered what she had seen Spider-Man shoot the silk, and in a flash, Gwen tried to imitate the gesture, shooting her right hand forward.

"Whoosh!

A white, sticky substance sputtered onto the wall.

And Gwen was pulled against the wall by the same force.

With her hands clamped against the wall, she found herself able to support herself.

Shocked, she climbed up the wall and soon reached the roof. Standing on the roof, Gwen took off her hood and stared at her hands in amazement.

Just shot something that looks like Spiderman silk!

By myself. Can you be like Spider-Man? !

...

At NewYork-Presbyterian Hospital, Peter stands in the drizzle, putting away his phone.

He tells Gwen that the theater of death plays out inside him.

In addition to the shadow of death lurking in his chest, it was because he had seen a lot of death and killing in his previous life as a mercenary for the Wieland Company.

Sensen Bones are just the most common sight.

The memory of the past flashed through his mind and he stepped into the hospital.

Dr. Ryan is waiting for him in his office for a prearranged reason.

"Long time no see, Mr. Parker."

Dr. Lane looked good. Offered to stand up and say hello.

"It shouldn't be too long."

Peter sat down opposite him. "Is it true that every time I come, Dr. Lane hopes it will be the last time?"

Dr. Lane smiled at Peter's playful tone. "How come? I'm a very professional doctor. I don't want this to happen."

"Well, professionalism may be good, but people say you may not have a lot of work ethic."

"But we can talk about professionalism later. Right now, it's important."

"Of course."

Dr. Ryan got up to examine Peter.

In half an hour.

"Well? Peter asked Dr. Lane, who was looking at the CT images.

"You... "

Ryan took a deep breath and hesitantly asked Peter, "Has your body changed recently?"

"Change?"

"Well, some changes in physical signs."

Peter nodded. "There was a significant increase in strength.

When Dr. Lane showed Peter the CT image, "it looked like there was some kind of mutation, a change in the morphology of the body surface.

The image of the embryo in front of me shows a completely different shape than before.