"Whew!"

Gwen awoke from her slumber.

wiped his forehead and found that it was covered with dense sweat.

Exhaling, she pulled out her phone and glanced at the time on the screen.

The time display is 1:05 a.m.

"Is it a nightmare?"

Frowning, Gwen exhaled.

Looking up, she looked out the window at the moonlight.

The clear moonlight shone in through the window and shone on her blonde hair, bathing her hair in a warmer sheen.

Gwen thought back to the nightmare she had just had.

In an extremely vivid dream, she dreamed of Peter falling into her arms.

Peter, who was dying, with an unrelieved light in his eyes, held his hand and said intermittently, "I just ...... Just want to be special, like you. ”

"Did Peter become a lizard?"

Frowning, Gwen's right hand propped up her chin, cranky.

"If Peter really turned into a lizard, and was killed by his own hands, he would definitely collapse completely, right?"

Thinking back to the real pain in her dream, Gwen felt as if her heart had been blocked.

Although it is a dream, the painful emotions are so real.

If......

Peter really became a lizardman and endangered society, what would he do then?

Do you choose to use violence to stop the other person, or do you choose to do nothing?

It's a really hard choice for her.

"Well, I always thought that it was parents who made the difficult choice, but I didn't think that I was facing such a problem now."

Gwen threw out her phone in distress and lay down.

I've been forcing myself to fall asleep, but I can't sleep no matter what.

This difficult question to choose has been swirling in her mind.

So much so that early the next morning, Gwen appeared in front of Peter with a pair of panda eyes.

"What's wrong with you? Gwen. ”

Peter was surprised and asked her, "Didn't sleep well last night?" ”

"Well, a demon, an angel, standing on my shoulder and talking to me, they make it a little hard for me to sleep."

Gwen said gloomily.

"Angels and demons?"

Peter didn't know what these two words meant.

"Yes, angels and demons, babbling on your shoulders and making decisions for you, but they will only make you even more unsure of what to choose."

"Just like when I buy a milkshake, sometimes I don't know whether to choose a vanilla shake or a strawberry shake."

As soon as the milkshake was spoken, Gwen's stomach began to make a slight "grunting" sound.

"Ahem......"

Gwen coughed slightly red, "I'll go help Aunt Mei in the kitchen." ”

As he stared at Gwen's frustrated stride, Peter's eyes grew strange.

......

"I think there's something strange in MJ's eyes."

On the streets of the forest knoll, Peter and Gwen walked together along the leaf-covered road.

Gwen wanted to go to her house and retrieve some change of clothes.

Because she didn't want to go alone, she brought in Peter to accompany her home.

On their way out, the two meet Mary Jane.

Gwen felt that the other party looked at her strangely.

"What's weird?"

Peter asked her casually.

"I ...... I don't know, it's like I snatched her birthday cake and she's very angry, but aggrieved. ”

Gwen was wearing a white sweatshirt with a somewhat melancholy expression under the hood.

"I've had sad moments like this before, and it was supposed to be my eighth birthday, when I was in the garden with my family, with birds chirping, bees buzzing, and the scent of honeysuckle in the air."

Gwen remembers the scene on her birthday very well.

She stepped on the fallen leaves that popped up from time to time on the soles of her feet, and continued:

"The spoon stirs in the cup, the hot oil in the pan squeaks and smokes, and the fork scrapes the plates, saucers.

Two tender eggs fried on both sides, two buttermilk pancakes the size of a manhole lid, four sausages, whole-wheat toast, and a grilled cinnamon bun on a separate plate.

The baked cinnamon buns are slathered in syrup, authentic, genuine maple syrup, like the kind of inferior syrup that was taken straight from the tree, not bought from the grocery store. ”

Gwen uttered a lengthy description of the food at once.

Peter, who was standing next to her, listened to her nuanced description, and suddenly fell into a state of speechlessness.

Could it be that Gwen was a foodie as a child?

No!

It seems that he is also a foodie now, and his attributes seem to have never changed.

Seeing Peter's strange gaze on her, Gwen said with an unnatural expression:

"Well, I'...... I'll admit that I only remember the food that day, but that's not the point. ”

Gwen immediately changed the subject, "The point is, my neighbor's girl, as much as I don't want to speak ill of her, has been commented on as 'talking harshly like a sailor and eating like a lumberjack'. ”

Perhaps thinking it was rude to say this, Gwen immediately stopped speaking and secretly observed Peter's expression.

Seeing that Peter didn't show any disgust, Gwen continued, "Ahem...... Anyway, she stole my birthday cake, and it was only when I was about to make a wish that I found out that the birthday cake was missing. ”

"The expression I had on at that time was the same as MJ's just now."

Gwen also has some minor grievances now.

Why does MJ have that kind of expression, on a first-come, first-served basis, knowing that he is the first Peter he knows.

MJ is the girl who snatched her birthday cake, right?!

"Do you mind that you can't eat a birthday cake?"

Peter turned to Gwen and asked.

"Hmmm......"

Gwen thought for a few seconds and shook her head, "Actually, I didn't really want to eat cake at that time, and the most important thing is that I couldn't make a wish, I had been preparing for that wish for a long time." ”

Gwen had a regretful look on her face.

Peter nodded and did not speak again.

The two soon arrived at Gwen's house.

Looking at the open door, Gwen was a little surprised.

"Why is the door open? Daddy staying home? ”

Confused, she and Peter walked into the room together.

On the dining table in the living room, there is an open bag of pizza.

George. Stacy's police ID card is placed in the corner of the dining table.

Gwen walked over and picked up his father's police ID, "Dad didn't have a police ID?" ”

A not-so-good premonition rose in her heart.

After looking around the room and finding no sign of his father, Gwen quickly took out his mobile phone and called the New York Police Department.

"How?"

After Gwen hung up the phone uneasily, Peter asked her.

"They said Dad didn't go to work."

Gwen's heart immediately panicked.

"Daddy...... Where did it go? ”