I'm not Spider-Man, even though I'm parasitized by an alien!

Peter remained expressionless, extending his hand to shake hands with the other person in farewell.

He also took the CT images with him.

Meanwhile, Christine was preparing to find Dr. Lane to inform him of a meeting.

Just then, Peter came out of his office.

As Peter walked past her, Christine recognized him as the person she had met in the elevator earlier.

The person who is of great concern to Strange.

After watching Peter's figure disappear down the corridor, Christine walked to Ryan's office door and knocked.

"Dr. Ryan, is the consultation over?"

"Of course, I'll go right away."

Ryan stood up and smiled at Christine as if nothing had happened.

Nine p.m.

After a busy day, Christine was ready to go home and rest.

While sitting in front of her computer organizing files, she suddenly had a whim to find out the name of the stranger who had caught Strange's attention during the day.

Access the hospital's internal management system, enter your account and password, and search for Ryan Brown's medical records.

Hospital regulations stipulate that all patient information must be entered into a database.

However, due to the requirement of patient confidentiality, non-doctors can only see basic information such as the patient's name; only the doctor in question can see the specific symptoms.

To her surprise, the form under Ryan Brown's name was empty.

This means he has zero patients today!

But how could that be?!

I clearly saw that person walk out of Ryan Brown's office!

Did that bastard doctor delete the medical records on his own?

Chapter 11, Parker on the Rooftop, I somewhat liked it.

Parker's house.

He sat at his desk, flipping through the CT images in his hand, his expression very serious.

After a while, he put down the CT scan in his hand and turned his gaze to the desk in front of him.

On the desk was a transparent glass bottle, inside which creatures were wriggling.

Peter reached out and brought the glass bottle to his eyes, carefully examining the creature inside.

An insect covered in a peacock-green shell crawls slowly inside.

The insect in front of him is called a "jewel wasp," which he found in his backyard.

The seemingly harmless gem hornet with a metallic sheen is said to be the prototype for the alien.

Although the name sounds nice, the insect in front of me is not a harmless insect, but a ferocious creature like an alien.

Peter opened the glass jar and casually tossed a cockroach inside.

"Whoosh!"

Upon spotting its prey, the gem wasp raises its stinger and plunges it into the cockroach's body.

The paralyzed cockroach immediately became motionless.

The jewel wasp then moved its stinger again, piercing the cockroach's brain directly.

This attack was like an alien stabbing its terrifying mandibles straight into a person's mouth.

It is said that once a female wasp gains control of a cockroach, it will use its antennae to guide its prey.

Cockroaches will follow the female wasp back to the nest and obediently sit down.

Then the female wasp will lay an egg on the cockroach's abdomen, and the cockroach will remain in the nest, patiently waiting for the larva to hatch.

Peter put down the glass bottle and gazed out the window at the pitch-black night.

Am I a cockroach in a glass jar, or a wasp?

"Om~!"

Just as he was lost in thought, his phone suddenly rang.

The caller ID shows Gwen Stacy as the caller.

After hesitating for a moment, he answered the phone.

"Hey Peter, good evening."

Good evening, Gwen.

Gwen's voice betrayed her concern, "You didn't come to school today, are you alright?"

"Well, I'm alright. I wasn't feeling well today, so I took a day off."

Peter made up a random excuse for not going to school today.

"Okay, I was planning to visit you today, but I got held up by things at school. Maybe you could have let me know in advance, and I could have Miss Fish write you a leave of absence note so you won't get scolded by her tomorrow."

Gwen rattled off a string of words in one breath, seemingly very interested in Peter's affairs.

"Thank you, Gwen. I might need your help next time."

Peter thanked the kind-hearted girl.

"No, I should thank you! Without you, I might have fallen off the roof. Maybe...maybe that's exactly what happened in some parallel universe."

Gwen, with a wild imagination, said to Peter, "After all, I often do crazy things, which isn't a good habit."

Anyway, I'm glad to know you're okay. Get some rest and goodnight.

"Good night."

"Oh!"

After hanging up, Gwen threw the phone onto the bed.

Then he leaned back and fell onto the bed.

Ever since the rooftop incident, her feelings toward Peter have become complicated.

In her memory, Peter was the one who was often teased with a "left-handed wrench".

(Left-handed wrench: Wrenches are not left-handed or right-handed, and pranksters often trick people into grabbing a "left-handed wrench" to play a prank.)

But ever since that night on the rooftop, she felt that Peter was different from before.

It wasn't good or bad, but she admitted that she seemed to prefer the Peter on the rooftop to the insecure Peter of the past.

"Okay, I always overthink things. Maybe Dad is right, I have a rebellious streak deep down."

After muttering something to herself, Gwen took out her phone and opened the music player.

"Your life is like a phantom, like a forgotten soul."

"Here you and I are, but you've been gone for many years. How I wish you could have stayed~"

"A walking corpse, just like a walking corpse~"

Listening to her favorite rock band's performance, Gwen's thoughts became increasingly chaotic.

"The walking dead. I've really been feeling a bit like that lately, constantly overthinking, like a phantom."

She muttered to herself as she listened to the lyrics.

The next day, early in the morning.

Peter had just entered the school when he ran into Gwen.

"Hi Peter, good morning!"

Gwen was in a good mood and greeted Peter.

With her blonde hair and delicate features, Gwen wore an open-chested baseball jersey, looking youthful and beautiful.

"Miss Gwen, next time you wear your school uniform, watch your clothes!"

Before Peter could speak, a bald white man standing not far from them pointed at Gwen's clothes and gave her a warning about her attire.

“I will, thank you for the reminder, Mr. Morton.”

Gwen turned her head and replied with a smile.

Mr. Morton is the assistant principal of Midtown High School, whose main job is to maintain school discipline.

Gwen breathed a sigh of relief and turned to Peter to complain, "Mr. Morton always tries to create the image of a lovable John Wayne when he's disciplining his students, but it doesn't seem to be very successful."

"John Wayne?"

Peter found himself struggling to keep up with the other person's thought process.

"Don't you know John Wayne, Peter? Hollywood's number one cowboy, one of the most classic icons of American culture."

At this moment, Gwen finally realized that the Peter in front of her was somewhat like the dazed Peter from before.

“I know a toilet paper brand called John Wayne, whose advertising slogan is ‘It’s rough and tough, but it won’t bother anyone.’”

Peter thought for a moment and then said this to Gwen.

When Peter mentioned a type of toilet paper called John Wayne, Gwen was taken aback.

Then she burst into uncontrollable laughter, laughing in a very unladylike manner.

"Haha, you have such a dry sense of humor that it's adorable, Peter."

Gwen, holding her lower back, said breathlessly.

Peter was somewhat speechless when Gwen described him as "humorous, witty, and adorable."

This is the first time someone has evaluated me like this.

Would such words be associated with me?