The next morning, Gwen felt as if something was wrong, but she didn't know what was wrong with her.

Dizzy? One thing, for some reason, the normally normal voice, at this time she sounded as noisy as thunder. Even the sound of the neighbor's door closing across the apartment sounded to her ears like the roar of a bell.

Run a fever?

Gwen took her thermometer out of the bathroom and measured herself.

38.1 degrees, it seems that he does have a little low-grade fever. It should be because I waited too long outside the restaurant last night and caught a little cold.

Seeing this result, Ge Wen was a little relieved. Now that you know the reason, then everything is easy to do. She poured herself a glass of milk and took two fever-reducing pills by the way.

It doesn't matter if it's a little uncomfortable. Although she doesn't have to go to school today, she still has to go to the lab, and it's not too late to rest when she comes back.

Thinking of this, she easily placed the glass in the pool, but she heard a crisp cracking sound. She quickly turned her head to look, only to find that the glass had been smashed to pieces by herself.

Damn it!

Gwen couldn't help but feel annoyed by her carelessness, and she hurriedly began to clean up the pile of troubles she had created.

Maybe I should really call in sick today, and if I also smashed a glass test tube containing a virus sample in the lab, then the trouble caused would not be so simple.

However, Gwen soon got the idea out of her mind. Since the beginning of her internship, she has been working diligently and has never asked for any leave. It would be a pity to break this record because of a low-grade fever.

George hasn't come home yet. He seemed to be working on some paperwork in the office after his shift today, and he had already texted himself to tell her not to wait for him and not to prepare lunch for him.

Gwen whistled to the kitchen, trying to make her mood better. There were also some leftovers in the fridge that could be served as breakfast as long as they were put in the microwave.

However, when she finished her full plate of food, she still felt that her stomach was not full. She opened the fridge again and pulled out the bag of the box of fruit she had just bought yesterday.

"Apple... Or bananas? ”

It soon turned out that her choice at this point did not make any sense at all. In less than ten minutes, four bananas, three apples and a small half-sack of grapes had been swept away by her. At this time, she looked at the bag in her hand, which was already more than half light, and realized that her appetite seemed to be a little wrong today.

"What's wrong with me?" She couldn't help but start questioning her physical condition again. After all, the symptoms of an ordinary low-grade fever are completely incompatible with oneself. But she didn't have more time to think about these things, the alarm on her phone was already ringing, and she would be late if she didn't go out.

Hastily put her coat on herself, and Gwen trotted out of the house. Appearance can be sorted out after arriving at the company, but if she misses the subway, it will be really bad.

Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Gwen stared at her watch in the center of the elevator, calculating how much time she had to run to the subway station. However, the moment she pushed open the door of the apartment building, she directly subconsciously took two steps back and covered her head in pain.

Noise, all noise. Gwen felt that her whole world was overwhelmed by this sea of sounds, and she just wanted to plug her ears and isolate herself from the sound that was ten times louder than a rock concert.

To make matters worse, even though she had just pushed open the door and looked at it, everything in her field of vision seemed to come alive, desperately burrowing into her mind. The corners and details that she usually don't care about at all are scrambling to show her presence in her mind at this time, and her brain is full of pain.

This is... Panic attacks? Damn, take a deep breath, take a deep breath!

Gewen felt that her body was weak for a while, so she had to cover her head and sit down against the wall, trying to regulate her current symptoms. It took a while for her breathing to settle down. But when she opened her eyes, the strange feeling of dizziness returned.

Gwen snorted and slammed the wall behind her twice, the tingling sensation from her fingers finally sobering her up a little. Taking advantage of this rare gap, she finally suppressed the discomfort again and took out the phone from her bag.

It seems that I can't go to the lab today, so I should give them a call.

And Gewen, who staggered away, didn't notice that the fist mark she left on the concrete wall was an inch deep.

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At this moment, Peter, completely unaware of the fact that there were already two otherworldly beings in the city, were in his room, studying the loot he had collected yesterday.

The Stark's experimental weapons and equipment that he had stolen yesterday from his organization.

Although strictly speaking, stealing stolen goods from the hands of thieves is still a crime. But as Peter, who has a passion for all kinds of high-tech devices, he will be heartbroken for days if these things representing the world's top technology slip through his hands.

And after a whole night of tinkering, he also achieved certain results. First of all, the most precious thing is the energy cartridge that was removed from the energy ray gun. These small batteries, which are used as ammunition, contain more than eight times more energy than commercially available batteries of the same size. With this gadget, some of the assumptions in Peter's mind were not far from reality.

Of course, although the structure of it has been roughly understood, some materials still need to be explored by him, and this is not a problem that can be solved in a while.

Another discovery worth celebrating is this slime bomb. After taking one of them apart, Peter did a series of small experiments on the properties of the liquid it contained. Its viscosity in liquid condition is quite high, which is comparable to that of ordinary super glue. After contact with air, it solidifies into a plastic fiber substance within ten seconds, and the tensile strength is equivalent to that of the same fineness of kvera fiber.

Its appearance was enough for Peter to celebrate for a while. He needed one of these pieces of equipment to safely bind his enemies. Moreover, Peter could come up with a number of other ways to use the liquid.

As for analyzing how it was made, Peter needed some help. There was no proper research equipment at home or at school, and he didn't have many samples in his own hands.

But Gwen didn't have a problem at all, the Osborne Group's laboratory has the most advanced equipment in the world, and it is not too difficult to study the principle of its manufacture.

But what to say about huifu lu her...

Thinking of this, Peter couldn't help but fall into deep thought. After all, I just made her lose so much temper last night, and now it's not good to trouble her again?

Rose? No, it's too fancy, she won't like it.

Bought with dessert? If she keeps using this set, will she be dissatisfied?

While Peter was still thinking, his phone was buzzing in his pants pocket. Peter sat down on the bed and took it out. And the caller ID was Gwen's name.

I'd better wait a while and talk to her.

Peter pressed the answer button, and was about to start the call with a joke, when Gwen's flustered voice immediately put him in a funny mood.

"Peter... Peter, can you come over for a moment? Something very strange happened on my side! ”