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

Because the email sender did not sign their name, she was unable to know the name of the person who confessed their love.

"Is it a prank?"

Gwen muttered to herself as she casually deleted the email.

I looked up at the Black Forest Cuckoo on the wall; the clock had already struck seven in the afternoon.

She closed her laptop and prepared to go to the kitchen to make something to eat.

Her father just called to tell her that he won't be home tonight, so she'll have to prepare dinner herself.

For some reason, an idea suddenly popped into her head.

I wish Peter had written this email to himself.

Chapter 18 Death is Approaching!

The house in front of him was dilapidated, with broken shutters and walls covered with vines that had been growing for twenty or thirty years. The dense leaves and veins almost tore the walls apart.

Even in the backward Brooklyn, such dilapidated houses are rare.

A gust of cold wind blew by, stirring up the fallen leaves on the door curtain, and the tangled wind chimes made a messy sound.

"Is this Frank Gleeson's residence?"

George asked the officer next to him.

Yes, this is it.

Three days have passed since Josh Robb was murdered.

The New York Police Department began investigating information about people connected to the victim, including his parents, friends, and people with whom he had conflicts.

Frank Gleeson was one of the students he had bullied.

The boy hadn't come to school for two days, so George brought officers to his home to investigate.

The police rang the doorbell and waited for a long time, but no one came to open the door.

George waited outside the door for a long time, but no sound came from inside the house.

Standing in front of the door, he glanced inside.

The furniture inside was neatly arranged and covered with a light layer of dust, suggesting that no one had lived there for a long time.

He tried pushing the door, but it wouldn't budge.

The only option is to contact the owner of the house and bring the key to open the door.

The Gleasons are renting the house; they are not the actual owners.

With the landlord's help, George Stacy and the officers entered the room.

As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a peculiar odor.

It smelled like moldy, rotten stuff, or like a corpse that had been rotting for a long time due to bacterial growth.

The taste is hard to describe precisely, but for George Stacy, it was a bizarre, completely stagnant taste.

A bad feeling immediately rose in his heart, his muscles tensed up, and his expression instantly became serious.

I took a quick look around the living room but didn't find anything.

He had looked up information about this family before he came.

The man's name is Jon, and the woman's name is Maggie. They have been divorced for six months.

Frank Gleeson is the couple's son, a high school student in Midtown, who lives with his father, Jon, in this area.

Furthermore, Jon is an idle and irresponsible person who spends most of his time in Hell's Kitchen and is a member of the Henchmen gang.

"It seems that no matter what I do lately, I always run into things related to the Hand."

George looked around and muttered something to himself in a helpless tone.

Finding nothing on the first floor, he decided to check the second floor.

After walking along the carpeted stairs for a while, he soon smelled an even stronger odor.

They called the police downstairs, and the group followed the smell to its source.

The last few people entered a poorly ventilated room sealed off by curtains.

The room reeked of a strange, putrid stench, so strong it was almost nauseating.

Inside, there are countless glass cases, and inside each transparent glass case is a motionless spider.

"South American tarantula, Mexican red-headed spider, Chilean red rose tarantula"

George Stacy quickly identified the species of the pet spiders.

He never imagined that someone would keep so many spiders in his room.

However, all of these spiders were already dead by this time.

George shifted his gaze away from the spiders and looked around elsewhere.

He soon noticed a figure faintly behind the curtains hanging on the floor in the corner of the room.

He drew his pistol and ordered his men to be on guard.

After he was ready, he had his men go and lift the curtains.

"Shh!"

The curtains were suddenly pulled open, and the dark figure behind them fell towards the police officer.

The startled police officer quickly moved aside.

"Bang"!

The dark figure fell heavily to the ground.

Upon seeing the object lying on the ground, George and the officers beside him all gasped in shock.

This is the same silk cocoon as the corpse in the storage room of Midtown High School.

It looks like there's something inside too.

"Shet!"

After cursing, George put down his gun and signaled to the officer to cut open the silk cocoon with a dagger.

Inside the silk cocoon, a terrifying, bluish face appeared before everyone.

This face looks like the male homeowner, Jon.

The manner of the corpse's death and the way it was wrapped in the silk cocoon were exactly the same as those at Midtown High School.

Having already guessed what was going on, George Stacy ordered her men: "Get the forensic doctor and more people here immediately. Also, search the whole city for Frank Gleeson."

The prime suspect right now is Frank Gleeson.

Although the way he killed and wrapped up his father was exceptionally cruel and bizarre, he had already witnessed the evil of human nature and many cruelties during his career as a police officer.

No matter how illogical it may seem, he will always consider the worst-case scenario.

He covered his mouth and nose, exhaled slightly, and walked out of the room.

A photograph on the desk by the door caught his attention.

He picked up the photo and froze on the spot.

The person in the photo is none other than his own daughter, Gwen Stacy!

This Frank Gleeson was Gwen's classmate, and he kept Gwen's photos.

It's obvious this guy has designs on his daughter.

"Damn it, damn it! Damn it!"

He took out his phone and quickly dialed Gwen's number.

Midtown High School.

The postponed rugby match is being held today.

The school playground was packed with people.

The students seemed to have forgotten about Josh's death and were thoroughly enjoying the feast.

Even before the competition started, the playground was filled with boisterous laughter and screams as night fell.

The bonfire was lit, and the colorful flags were waved, making a "whoosh" sound.

Boys, chanting "Go White Shark Team!", ran around the playground waving flags.

The cheerleaders performed with great enthusiasm, revealing their fair thighs that made the students scream.

The air was thick with the hormones of revelry, and the girls in their corsets rustled as they moved.

Gwen sat in the stands of the playground, her eyes scanning the surrounding stands, but she didn't see Peter and was somewhat disappointed.

The phone screen lit up in her pocket; it was a call from George Stacy.

Because her phone was on silent mode and the surrounding environment was noisy, she didn't know she was receiving a call.

"boom!"

A firework exploded in the sky, and under its dazzling light, Frank Gleeson, whom the police were looking for, stood at the entrance to the playground.

Frank, with his messy brown hair and cold, gloomy eyes, strode towards the competition venue.

Chapter 19 The Crimson Gathering

“This dress is beautiful, Gloria.”

Gwen said to Gloria, her bandmate sitting next to her.

“I designed it myself; you know I really enjoy doing things myself.”

Glory rubbed his feet and stood up. Looking at the students celebrating below from the stands, he said to Gwen, "Let's get down and walk around. My feet are almost numb."

Gwen nodded and followed her down from the audience.