Five o'clock in the morning.

"Has the temperature risen to 26 degrees Celsius?" Connors wakes up from his sleep.

Ever since inserting a lizard's gene fragment into his body, Connors has been sensitive to temperature. Lizards are cold-blooded animals, and their activity is closely related to their temperature.

In the summer, Connors couldn't sleep at all above 26 degrees Celsius, so whenever the temperature rose to 26 degrees Celsius, he would wake up on time, even saving the alarm clock.

And in winter, Connors has to do everything he can to keep himself warm, because once the temperature drops below 5 degrees Celsius, the lizard will enter a state of hibernation, and Connors can't resist the thick sleepiness even if he concentrates and fights against the Sandman.

Walking to the bathroom room, looking at the big lizard head and the long tail in the mirror, Connors was still quite proud, his tongue hooked, the bowl used to brush his teeth was hooked to his mouth, his thick left paw grasped the cup, and his right paw held the toothbrush with some difficulty.

"Alas, it's not good if the claws are too hard, and it's so hard to hold the toothbrush." Connors looked in the mirror and brushed his fangs, he didn't use toothpaste, there was a well-developed gland in Connors's mouth, and the liquid secreted by the gland could replace the toothpaste's disinfection and sterilization effect.

After brushing his teeth, Connors took a small airbrush and washed his face. Because there are too many lines on the face, the skin is also hard, piece by piece. He couldn't wipe it off with a towel, so he simply used the airbrush, which didn't hurt Dr. Connors much right now.

After washing his face, Connors walked over to the refrigerator, which contained pieces of rotting meat from the market. Dr. Connors's tongue hooked, and a few pieces of rotten meat went into his mouth, and he swallowed it like a date, anyway, now that his digestive system was very developed, he didn't worry about bacteria or anything.

"I'm done eating, and I'm going to be a calm hunter again." Wrapped in a black robe, Connors climbed out of the window and down the wall, and in a matter of seconds, he climbed from a dozen stories to the ground.

On the ground was a manhole cover for a sewer, and Connors easily pulled the manhole cover, jumped into the sewer, and closed the manhole cover.

Connors, who was already aware of the sewer distribution in New York, walked along the sewers as fast as he could, and soon came to the main trunk of the sewer, and then walked along the main road for a while into another small divider.

"This is it." Connors saw the icon on the sewer pipe in front of him, and it was the mark he had made. No one could understand what he was drawing, except himself.

"Osborne Group, Tsk, Norman. Osborne, Harry. Osborne, give me a feeling, despair in the shadows. ”

Connors was angry with the Osborne Group, and he felt that if the Osborne Group had not fired him, he would have been able to complete the research and development of the perfect gene insertion in three years. Then you won't have to endure the generalized neuralgia that you have from time to time. He hated the people of the Osborne group to the core, and he hated Norman. Osborne and Harry. Osborne in particular.

"Although Norman. Osborne didn't pay attention to me, he was scared by me, but the cute little Harry was scared by me. Connors chuckled.

Today, however, it's a little strange that something seems to be missing in the parking lot.

"No, Norman. What about Osborne's Rolls-Royce? Could it be that Harry. Osborne is no longer in the Osborne Group? Through the cracks in the gutter, Connors noticed something was wrong.

"Damn, he must have fled home." Connors ran wildly down the sewers, towards Harry's house, he was extremely fast, at least 80 kilometers per hour, and within a few minutes, he appeared in the sewers of the neighborhood.

"Sure enough, Rolls-Royce stopped here, little Harry, and he knows how to play hide and seek with me." Connors waited in the sewers next to the Rolls-Royce.

"Thank you, Peter, I finally had a good night's sleep with you." Harry stretched, he hadn't had a good night's sleep in a long time.

"It's okay, we're friends, as it should be. But the monster you are talking about, why haven't you found any clues? Peter asked, carrying his satchel.

"I don't know, maybe he was tired yesterday." Harry scratched his head and walked over to Rolls-Royce.

"It's coming, it's coming." Connors was a little excited, he wanted to let out that trembling sound, but he saw Peter behind Harry.

"Peter, why is he here, is he Harry? Osborne's friend? With a hint of disbelief in his vertical pupils, Connors quietly retreated and left the scene, unwilling to be discovered by Peter.

"Finding a formula is still going to trouble Peter, who is now with Harry. Did Osborne stay together in search of a formula? Could it be that Richard sold the formula to the Osborne Group? ”

Connors's head was a mess, and his body suddenly ached violently, and whenever he had too many things on his mind, neuralgia would come as expected.

Another beautiful morning.