"Haunted?"

George's brow furrowed, "I didn't expect you to believe in this, Jeff. ”

"It's not surprising, after all, it's Halloween soon, and I'm not surprised that some demons and monsters are popping up."

Jeff said disapprehantly.

The Green Shade Cemetery, which he refers to, was built in 1766 and chronicles the history of European immigrants who first arrived on the North American continent.

Later, after the war, the cemetery was damaged, and the ancient building suffered extensive damage.

Although it has been rebuilt, it is still desolate, and few people want to visit.

"Take me to see the body."

George said to Jeff.

"Are you sure? I mean, you're on vacation right now, maybe you can go back and rest instead of making your mood worse. ”

Jeff advises his good partner to take a break.

"After all, you were involved in the troublesome case of Jin He, you know, everything that involves him has always been a big trouble, and he is still unknown from the life and death of the bomb."

Hearing Jeff talk about the bomb, George's expression changed slightly.

He had been speculating that Peter had done it.

But he had no evidence of his own, and even if he asked Peter himself, he would probably not admit it.

"I'm sure, stop talking nonsense, Jeff."

George patted Jeff on the shoulder and motioned for him to take him to the morgue.

"Well, if you don't mind."

Inside the morgue.

George listened to the medical examiner's introduction.

"The deceased's head was swollen, and it was suspected that the head had been hit, and the occipital bone may have been shattered, so a cranial examination was done in advance, but. The cause of death is not here, but the blood loss is more than the whole body, and the neck is bitten, and the blood loss occurs from here. ”

The barely visible middle-aged forensic doctor, whose hairline receded, introduced the two of them.

"Hmm."

Jeff stared at the hideous wound on the male corpse's neck, shook his head, and said, "I don't believe any beast could cause such a wound. ”

"Maybe it's a beast, maybe it's another species, we need further examination."

The medical examiner shrugged his shoulders and said to the two.

"Looks like our Halloween won't be too peaceful."

Jeff let out a breath and said helplessly.

George. Stacy stared at the pale corpse with a serious expression.

Forest knolls, night.

Since Gwen had reconciled with her father, she moved back home.

Therefore, Peter did not have to hide himself everywhere, for fear that some of his secrets would be discovered by Gwen.

In the room, he took off his shirt and was exercising.

Dressed in a white sweatshirt and black shorts, his tight and explosive muscles shaped his perfect body.

Using the suggested horizontal bars in the room, he performs pull-up exercises.

Since the body was infected with the "black light virus", this ordinary exercise can no longer play the role of building muscles.

The reason why he is still insisting on it is because of the habit he developed in his previous life in "Black Watch".

Staying in the barracks is boring, and you can only pass the time by ironing.

In addition to killing some boring time, ironing can also allow him to adapt to the changes in his body faster.

After all, his body is evolving all the time, and the strength of his body today may change tomorrow.

After absorbing the "electric light" and a lot of gold and his subordinates last night, his body has undergone earth-shaking changes again.

The electric current stimulates his body, so that his body's defense, endurance, and healing power have been comprehensively strengthened.

In order to adapt to the changes in his body as quickly as possible, he felt the strength of his body and the use of his organs in this way.

In the room, Peter made a special pendant and tied it to his calf.

Falling objects made of special materials have a density of up to 18.32 grams per cubic centimeter.

The size of a dumbbell piece, but a full 100 kilograms.

Peter used chains around his feet to tie the falling object, and with his breathing, he pulled his whole body upwards.

After completing a few sets with ease, land your feet on the floor.

This kind of warm-up training can't even make him breathe heavier.

Then doing a half-hour push-up with one finger, Peter stood up.

The room was too small to spread out, not even to warm him up.

It seems that I need to go to a professional venue and try it.

Standing in the room, watching the darkness of the night outside, Peter thought to himself.

In addition, he also absorbed the ability of "electric light" last night.

Thinking of this, his mind moved, and a faint light appeared on his fingers.

After devouring the "electric light", the opponent's genes are devoured and optimized by themselves.

He can now not only release an electric current, but also according to his alienated genes, cooperate with the chemical reactions carried out by the organs in his body, so that when the current is released, it will appear black in color and be more powerful.

The current emitted is black, but it is less like electricity and more like lightning.

There is a kind of "black lightning" in nature, which is commonly known as "dark lightning", which is the most dangerous lightning in the world, which is very similar to the black electricity released in one's own hands.

He was so engrossed in his thinking that he ignored the current in his hand.

"Zila!"

The "Black Lightning" slammed out uncontrollably.

As a result, it hit the lamp and ignited the wires near the lamp.

As a result, the entire electrical circuit in the room was affected and all power was lost.

"Crumbs!"

With a scolding, Peter immediately stood up.

Aunt Mei's exclamation sounded outside, "Ben! There was a power outage. ”

"I'll take a look, Aunt Mei."

Peter stood up and said to Aunt Mei outside, "Maybe the fuse is broken, I'll fix it." ”

Using his own application of "electricity", Peter quickly connected the fuse.

Back in the room, looking at the already miserable table lamp, he shook his head helplessly.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Dr. Connors.

Now if he wants to study his abilities, he can only go to the biology lab on Long Island.

Long.

Peter looked at the "Black Widow" in the laboratory, who was still asleep.

The other's chest heaved slightly, frowning, as if dreaming of something that made her uncomfortable.

"How is she?"

Peter asked Dr. Connors next to him.

"It's not yet known that the 'DX-1118C' virus is genetically modifying her, and unlike yours, the virus seems to be reshaping something about her. You should be able to feel it, after all, you can clearly feel her biological signals. ”

Peter shook his head, "I don't know. ”

"Uh-huh, you made the noise last night, right?!"

Dr. Connors suddenly brought up the explosion at the Wilson Building last night.

"What?"

"Dr. Octopus showed up at the Wilson Building, and given that you gave me his serum to study, in a sense, he worked for you, so. He didn't show up for nothing for nothing, right? ”

"Most of the things are not what I intended."

Peter shook his head and said lightly.

Dr. Connors nodded, "Okay, you have your own ideas, but you have to be careful of King, he's not the kind of guy to get along with. ”

"I know, Dr. Connors."

Peter understood, and said to him, "I need you to check my body for me." ”

Dr. Connors nodded, and got busy.

After checking Peter's body, Connors was a little shocked.

"Your body. Peter, it's a big deal from the last check. ”

Although he knew that the virus was evolving at a rate far beyond what he could have imagined, he didn't expect Peter's body to be like a different body.

This rate of evolution is far from comparable to Natasha lying in bed!

"Peter, have you been sleeping lately?"

"Sleep?"

Peter pondered for a moment and said, "Although I try to fall asleep every night now, I can't sleep anymore, or if I don't sleep, I'm in better spirits." ”

"Your body has evolved to a higher degree, and you don't have any metabolism anymore, which means that your body is running in an energy-based way, and you don't need sleep anymore."

Dr. Connors sighed slightly.

That is, you are getting stronger and less human.

He didn't say the last sentence.

After examining his body, Peter showed him the ability to absorb "electric light".

"Dr. Connors, if I have an electric glow in my eye that causes damage like a laser, can I do it?"

He remembered that in the Torture Prototype World, the evolved used this kind of thermal gaze to attack.

Not only is the attack speed fast, but the "laser" created by the chemical reaction in the body is highly lethal.

Connors pondered for a while and said: "The optical resonance cavity must limit the direction and frequency of the oscillating beam in the cavity to ensure that the output laser has a certain degree of directionality and monochromaticity. ”

"As long as you can control the direction and frequency of the current, it should be possible."

Dr. Connors began to look forward to it with great interest.

Half an hour later.

"Zila!"

An electric current is emitted from Peter's eye, but due to the lack of control of the precise internal reaction, the current does not form a directional destruction beam, and the moment it is emitted, the current explodes in the eye.

"Hmm!"

Covering his burned eyes, Peter let out a muffled grunt.

It seems that it is not easy to accurately control every step of the body's reactions.

Due to his strong resilience, his burned eyes quickly recovered.

Taking a deep breath, he said to Dr. Connors, "Come again!" ”

"One more time!"

Late at night, George dragged his tired body home, and as soon as he entered the door, he heard a melody.

"One! Two! Two, three, four! ”

"You said you had a responsibility on your shoulders~"

"Means you can't go around with me~"

"Baby, baby, I said you better slow down and don't wander around the city~"

"You can't refuse this, take me, take me, or you'll lose me~"

Gwen's singing voice could be heard in the room.

He often listens to his daughter playing the drums and rarely hears her singing.

Listening to it now, my daughter's singing voice is not bad.

By the time Gwen had finished singing, George coughed.

Gwen, who was in her room, immediately stopped singing.

A few minutes later, she walked out of the room, a little embarrassed.

"Good singing."

"Really?"

Receiving her father's praise, Gwen's uneasy mood immediately improved.

This is the song she specially prepared to show Peter, ready to scare the other party.

I was originally lacking in self-confidence, but now I was praised by my father, and my mood immediately lifted.

Gwen smugly said to her father, "This is a song written by Grant, although it is a little vain, I think this is a song about me." ”

(Glori. Grant: A member of the Mary Janes band, in Gwen's words, "a key killer, the voice of sanity." ”）

Looking at his enthusiastic and cheerful daughter, George suddenly remembered what Peter had said to himself last night, that death always favored Gwen.

Yes, Gwen has endured too much of a death-related existence.

She had no memory of her mother, except that her mother's name was Helen, and she attended her first funeral when she didn't even know her own name.

For a moment, many thoughts flashed through George's mind.

Unbeknownst to Gwen, her father had thought of herself, and her mind began to jump back to the upcoming Halloween.

"Dad, I don't want to play myself this time, how about a vampire this time?"

Gwen came up with her own idea.

"Vampires?"

George repeated the word, his brow furrowed.

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