Chapter 18: Death Draws Near!

GEORGE. Stacy stood before a house.

The house, located in front of him, was in a state of disrepair, the shutters were crumbling, and the walls were crawling with twenty or thirty year old vine manes, so densely packed with leaves and veins, that they almost tore the walls apart!

Even in backward Brooklyn, such a dilapidated house is not often seen. A cold wind blew through, curling the fallen leaves from the door curtains, and the entwined wind chimes made a disorganized ringing sound.

"Is this Frank Gleason's place? Grissom's residence?"

George asked the constable's man next to him.

"Yes, this is it."

It's been a long time since Josh Robb was killed. Three days have passed since the murder of Josh Robb.

The NYPD has begun investigating information on people connected to the victim, including his parents and friends, as well as people who had problems with him.

Frank Gleason. Gleason, the student he had bullied.

He hadn't been in school for two days, so George brought officers to his home to investigate. The police rang the doorbell and waited for a long time, but no one came to the door. George waited outside the door for a long time, no sound came from the house.

Standing in front of the door, he glanced inside.

The furniture inside was neatly arranged and covered with a light layer of gray, it seemed that no one had lived there for a long time.

He tried to push the door, and it wouldn't budge.

The only way to open the door was to contact the owner of this house with a key.

Mr. and Mrs. Gleason were renting to live in the house and did not really own it.

With the help of the landlord, George . Stacy and the officers entered the room.

Just as they entered the room, they smelled a peculiar odor.

It was as if the smell was the stench of mold and mildew, or the smell of a corpse that had been corrupted by bacteria for a long time. The smell could not be described very accurately, but to George. Stacy, it was an odd smell of complete stagnation.

Immediately a bad feeling rose within him, his muscles tensed and his expression instantly became grave.

A brief glance around the living room revealed nothing.

He had read the family's information before coming.

The man's name was Jon, the woman's name was Maggie, and they had been divorced for six months.

Frank. Gleason was the son of the two men, a Midtown High School student who followed his father, Jon, and lived here and eyed Jon, a ne'er-do-well who was not a serious person, who spent a lot of time in Hell's Kitchen and was a part of the gangster's Hands Together Society.

"It seems that lately, no matter what one thousand, one always encounters something related to the Hand Hopper Association."

George, who was observing his surroundings, helplessly whispered to himself.

Not finding anything on the first floor, he decided to take a look at the second floor.

After walking along the carpeted stairs for a while, he soon smelled a stronger odor.

Let the police downstairs to come over, a few people follow this odor to the source of the search.

Finally, they entered an airtight room sealed by curtains.

The room reeked of an oddly putrid odor, so strong that it almost made one vomit, and within it were placed numerous glass cabinets, and in the clear glass cabinets were motionless spiders.

"South American Birdcatcher Spider, Mexican Red Lacquerhead, Chilean Red Rose ....."

George. Stacy quickly recognized the species of these pet spiders.

He had never imagined that someone would keep so many spiders in his room.

All of these spiders, however, were all dead at this point.

Taking his eyes off these spiders, George's eyes roamed over other locations.

Soon he noticed that in the corner of the room, behind the curtains draped on the floor, there was a shadowy figure pulling out a pistol and putting his men on alert.

GEORGE. Stacy cautiously walked over and raised his pistol to aim at the dark figure shadowed behind the curtains.

When he was ready, he motioned for his men to go over and lift the curtain.

"Swish!"

The curtains were violently pulled back, and the black shadow behind them fell down towards the constable The constable, who was startled, hurriedly dodged to the side

"Boom!"

The black shadow fell heavily to the ground.

Upon seeing the object that had fallen to the ground, George and the officers next to him all sucked in a breath of cold air. It was the exact same silk cocoon as the body in the storage room at Midtown High School.

It looked like it was wrapped with something inside as well.

"Fuck!"

After cursing, George lowered his pistol and signaled the officers to use the seven heads to cut open the spider's silk cocoon.

Inside the spider silk cocoon, a glowing green and gruesome face slowly appeared in front of the crowd.

The face looked like the male Jon.

The dead body and the way it was wrapped up in the silk cocoon was exactly the same as the one from Midtown High School!

George Stacy, who had already guessed what was going on, turned to his men. Stacy instructed his men, "Get the coroner and more men here immediately. Also, search the city for Frank Gleason. And search the city for Frank Gleason."

The biggest suspect right now is Frank Gleason. Frank Gleason.

Although the manner in which his father was killed and wrapped up was exceptionally cruel and bizarre, he had already seen the evil of humanity and a lot of cruelty in his career as a police officer.

No matter how out of character it was, he would consider it in the worst possible direction!

Covering his mouth and nose, slightly exhaling, he walked towards the outside of the room on the desk at the entrance of the room, a photo caught his attention picking up the photo, he immediately stayed in place.

The person in the photo was his own daughter, Gwen Stacy! 

This Frank. Gleason is Gwen's classmate, and Gwen's photo is collected by him .....

It was obvious that this solid guy was plotting against his daughter.

"Damn, Damn! Damn!"

Taking out his cell phone, he hurriedly dialed Gwen.

...

Midtown High School.

The postponed football game was held today.

Inside the school playground, groups of students gathered together.

The students seemed to have put Josh's death behind them, enjoying the feast game to the fullest.

Before it even started, the playground was filled with the boisterous sounds of laughter and screams as the night began.

Bonfires were lit, flags were waved with a clattering sound, boys shouting "Go White Sharks" waved flags, and cheerleaders ran around the playground in a giddy display of white thighs that made the students squeal.

The air was filled with the hormones of a rave, and the girls in their tight corsets made their clothes sashay as they walked around.

Gwen sat in the audience of the playground, her eyes scanning the adjacent audience, a little disappointed not to spot Peter.

The screen of the cell phone in her pocket lights up, and George . Stacy's phone call.

Since her cell phone had been put on silent by her, coupled with the noisy surroundings, she was unaware of the incoming call on her cell phone.

"Boom!"

A bunch of fireworks burst in the sky, and under the brilliant light, the one sought by the police officers, Frank. Gleason stood at the entrance of the playground.

Frank, who had messy brown hair and eyes that glowed with a grim aura, took a step towards the playing field.