Stephen said with a smile, "As a mage, the first rule we have to follow is not to try to go against the laws of nature. ”

"If you're injured, you have to let your body recover on its own, not magic."

"Besides, I don't have the kind of magic that restores the body."

As he spoke, Stephen let his magic cloak wrap around MJ, then opened the portal and sent MJ directly to the hospital.

In the blink of an eye, weeks have passed since the events of the battle at the Statue of Liberty.

In the intervening weeks, Spider-Man has become a wanted man, and the disaster and chaos he caused are still remembered.

Remember the destroyed Statue of Liberty.

Remember Osborne, who was killed by him.

Even afterwards, the police did not find Osborne's body.

However, this did not allow Spider-Man to escape the charges.

It's just that at the moment, no one knows where Spider-Man went.

Will it still appear.

this day.

It's raining.

Peter. Parker took his umbrella and walked into the cemetery.

It was quiet in the cemetery, not a lot of raindrops falling on the trees and falling on the tombstones.

Tick-tock, but there is a calming magic.

Even if Peter. Parker's last few weeks have not been easy, and there seems to be a fire burning in his chest at any moment, and he often feels unwarranted anger.

But walking in the cemetery and listening to the sound of raindrops falling, there is a strange calm.

He searched, and soon after, he stopped at a tombstone.

This is May's tombstone.

On the tombstone, in Mei's photo, there is a gentle smile on that familiar face.

Peter. Parker crouched down and placed the bouquet he had bought from the florist in front of the tombstone.

"Aunt Mei, are you okay in heaven?"

"I miss you very, very much."

"All these days, I can't think about what you said to me."

"If I could, I'd love to hear you say it again. No, a hundred times. ”

"Unfortunately, I messed up."

Peter. Parker wiped his face: "I messed everything up. ”

"Those 'brothers' from other universes are right, and I still get angry from time to time."

"Even though I've already slaughtered that demon with my own hands, I can't help but want to kill him again and again."

"By the way, I'm still wanted."

"But you don't have to worry."

"Mr. Stephen must have used some magic, anyway, no one remembers me now."

"So as long as I don't get caught as Spider-Man, there's no danger."

"You don't have to worry."

Sigh, Peter. Parker stood up.

Left the cemetery.

In the evening, the rain intensified, and a downpour fell on New York City.

This made MJ, who was off work, have to cover his head with his hands and run briskly down the street.

In order to get home as soon as possible, she ran into an alley.

As soon as she came in, she regretted it.

Even though it was raining, there were still a few men in raincoats gathered in the alley, not knowing what they were communicating.

MJ's arrival caught their attention.

When they looked over, MJ quickly turned around.

"You can't see me, you can't see me."

She whispered.

One of the men pointed at MJ and shouted, "Hey, come here." ”

They were trading illegally when MJ broke in and saw them.

Naturally, they didn't want to let MJ go.

As soon as MJ heard this, he immediately ran away.

Unexpectedly, because of the rain, the road was too slippery, and she accidentally fell.

It hurts so much that I can't get up.

Footsteps rang out.

Several men had already run over.

And catch MJ.

"What are you going to do, let me go!" MJ screamed.

"Shut up." One of the men, taking out a dagger, slapped MJ's face and said, "I'll kill you if I scream again." ”

"Take her away."

One man covered MJ's mouth with his hand, and the other pulled her hair to lift it.

Then he knocked MJ unconscious, picked it up and wanted to leave.

Suddenly.

The street lights in the alley flickered and went out suddenly.

Then a bolt of lightning appeared, and suddenly a huge figure was reflected on the wall of the next building.

Several men were startled: "Who is it!" ”

That's when it happened.

The sound of broken bones sounded in the darkness, followed by a scream: "My hand! ”

When the lightning swept across the sky again, the alley was covered with snow.

This made several men see that a man wearing a hood and a black tight-fitting suit appeared beside them at some point.

"Spider-Man!"

"It's Spider-Man!"

Several men exclaimed, throwing down MJ to run, and one of them ran to the alley, and suddenly he flew up.

It turned out that he was stuck in a cloud of spider silk and was pulled into the darkness.

In the next second, the sound of bones being twisted could be heard in the darkness.

But the sound of this fracture was drowned out in lightning and thunder.

A moment later.

There were a few more corpses in the alley.

When lightning reappears, Spider-Man and MJ are no longer in the alley.

"Help!"

MJ screamed and woke up.

She sat up on the bed and found herself home.

She was stunned, not knowing how she had come back.

At that moment, a flash of lightning exploded outside the window.

She couldn't help but squint.

And vaguely saw that on the bell tower in the distance, there seemed to be a person squatting.

But when the lightning comes on for the second time.

The man was gone.

"Is it a delusion?"

"Wait."

"How did I get home?"

MJ covered his forehead: "I remember meeting those men in the alley. ”

"I was knocked unconscious by them after that."

"Who saved me?"

She couldn't figure it out, so she went to bed.

By the next day, the morning news of the daily Clarion newspaper reported on a homicide.

There were four people deceased, all wearing raincoats.

MJ looked at it and squirted out his coffee.

Because those four people are the ones she met last night.

"We have reason to suspect that Spider-Man did it."

"And, he left something behind at the scene."

On the television screen, on a wall near several corpses, someone glued some English word cards to spider silk to form a sentence.

'I'm staring at you, and I'm going to punish you!' ’

Looking at this sentence and not knowing why, MJ's heart twitched.

She clutched her chest, only to feel a heartache for no reason.

Tears welled up all at once.

On the television, the reporters of the daily newspaper were shouting.

"This is already the third case this month."

"All I can say is that Spider-Man is so bad."

"He's no longer a city vigilante, he's now a judge."

"Is it necessary for our lives to be put in the hands of a coward who does not even dare to show his face to others?"

"And, is he still worthy of being called Spider-Man for such behavior?"

"No, I think the devil is more suitable for him."

"Yes, he's a spider demon who wanders the night!"

(End of chapter)