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

Strange frowned. "His eyes... they're radiating a light that's not his own. He... he looks like a completely different person!"

He glanced at the wound on his hand and murmured, "What on earth can turn a person into another?"

Christine was also puzzled. "You can go talk to him later. He's under security control now and can't hurt you."

"That's all."

As Strange stood up, he suddenly remembered something else.

How much do you know about Peter Parker?

“Didn’t we already talk about this last time? He’s Dr. Lane’s patient.”

"But I want to know more."

Strange said, "He just saved me."

"uh-huh."

Christine recalled the impression Peter had given her: "He was full of mystery, and even Mrs. Webber said his fate was unpredictable."

Hesitantly, she did not reveal that Dr. Lane had deleted Peter Parker's information.

Perhaps now is not the right time.

"Maybe you could prepare a gift and then forget about the time he slapped you."

"Okay, that's a good idea."

Strange had intended to tell her that Peter had subdued Dan with one hand, but in the end, he didn't.

As the two were talking, there was a knock on the office door.

Christine got up to open the door and chatted with the nurse outside for a while.

"what happened?"

When Strange saw that Christine's expression was a little off when she returned, he had a bad feeling.

"Dan is dead."

"what?!"

Upon hearing this news, Strange was stunned.

Forest Hill, Parker's House.

Peter knew nothing about what was happening in the hospital.

He is currently listening to Aunt May and Uncle Ben discuss household expenses.

"Regarding credit cards, if you exceed the limit by too much, you won't be able to pay; it's a bottomless pit."

Uncle Ben expressed his opposition to using credit cards.

“My pension can last me a while, and maybe I can find a part-time job, like driving a taxi.”

Peter, who was standing next to him, originally wanted to give his prepared reasons.

He had already come up with a plausible excuse for the money he had obtained from the Hand.

Because of his excellent academic performance and conduct, the school reduced his tuition fees and awarded him a cash bonus.

Although the reason was somewhat lame, as long as Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben didn't investigate the school closely, he could easily get away with it by preparing a fake school letter.

But now that he heard that his uncle was going to drive a taxi, his brows immediately furrowed.

He remembered Uncle Ben; it seemed the original ending was that he would be robbed of his car and then shot dead by thugs.

If Uncle Ben were to actually become a taxi driver, he would likely face the possibility of being murdered every day.

what is this?

Is it the inertia of history?!

"Perhaps I can be of some help."

Peter spoke up.

Aunt Mei turned her gaze to him and quickly shook her head.

"What are you planning to do, Peter? Deliver newspapers? That's no easy job. Your Uncle Ben did it when he was a kid, and it left him with a psychological scar."

Peter looked at Uncle Ben with a puzzled expression. Could delivering newspapers cause psychological trauma?

Aunt May tried to stop Uncle Ben from speaking: "No, Ben, don't go into details! Peter is still a child!"

"He's grown up now. Cough cough, actually it was a long time ago. There was a woman named Maggie in the area where I lived. Many people called her Mad Maggie."

Once Uncle Ben got into the mood, Aunt May was completely unable to stop him.

"She kept a large group of cats, at least dozens, and she kept bringing new cats home from outside. She would take any stray cat she saw home, and she would also go to the rescue center to take home cats that were about to die. I heard that she also stole other people's cats."

“Her life was very regular. Every day she would come out of the house to collect the mail and newspapers, and then water her nearly dead flowers. During the day, she would sit by the window, staring blankly outside, waiting for me to deliver the newspapers. For a while, I didn’t see her for several days in a row.”

"and many more!"

Peter turned to Uncle Ben with a shocked look. "Uncle Ben, don't tell me the ending is what I guessed."

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Chapter 49 I probably won't keep a cat.

Peter already imagined the horrific scene Uncle Ben would witness as he walked in.

The woman named Maggie's body must have been gnawed beyond recognition by the cat.

"That's enough, Ben. The rest of the story is beyond what teenagers can handle."

Aunt Mei interrupted Uncle Ben at just the right moment.

"Perhaps you are right, Mei."

Uncle Ben nodded in agreement with Aunt May, and shrugged at Peter. "I have to consider your age when it comes to these kinds of dark topics, Peter, or you'll have nightmares tonight."

"but."

Uncle Ben then changed the subject, "I can tell you a little bit of the story that follows."

"Hmm, so what happened next, Uncle Ben?"

“People found Maggie’s body, but they didn’t deal with the cats.”

After taking a sip of his coffee, Uncle Ben continued, "As a result, they multiplied and became a considerable army, and the house became a paradise for those stray cats."

"People were so bothered that eventually someone set fire to the house and burned it down along with the stray cats."

Uncle Ben added at the end, "This is my story as a newsboy, and it doesn't sound like a very good experience."

"Ah."

Peter nodded in agreement, "That is indeed a thrilling story."

He could even imagine the crackling sound of the flames as the house was set ablaze, and the heart-wrenching screams of the wild cats.

"You always go off-topic, Ben."

Aunt May said to Uncle Ben with displeasure, "We're talking about household expenses."

"It's not my fault."

Uncle Ben expressed his innocence, saying, "You were the one who brought up this topic first."

"Okay, you always have a point. I already have a bad impression of cats because of your story, so..."

Aunt May turned to Peter and said in a very serious tone, "Peter, if you want to get a cat, I'll refuse."

"Raise a cat?"

Peter didn't expect Aunt May to make this connection. Had his predecessor mentioned the idea of ​​getting a cat to Aunt May?

He paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Actually, I didn't have that thought."

Don't you like cats?

"Yes, I don't like cats."

"Meow!"

A cold wind blows across the dark city buildings.

The nasty bird made a nasty, cacophony as it circled through the night.

In a secluded alley near the city hall, several black cats were searching for food in a trash can.

As winter approaches and temperatures drop, it becomes increasingly difficult for these stray animals to find food.

Suddenly!

A dark shadow pierced the silence of the night.

A lithe, cat-like shadow darted across the alleyway in a flash.

Startled, the black cat let out a piercing meow, jumped off the trash can, and looked up warily.

But they found no living beings above them.

The black cat, with its limited intelligence, meowed a few times in doubt, licked its paws, and then jumped into the trash can to look for food again.

The next day, early in the morning.

The New York City Mayor's Office.

“Mr. Murdoch, no trace has been found; everything has been completely wiped out.”

The burly man in a suit reported to the young man in a black suit who was standing in front of the office's floor-to-ceiling window.

Upon hearing his subordinate's report, he turned around, a glint of light flashing behind his red sunglasses.

Matt Murdoch is a lawyer by profession, but he is also known as "Matt Murdoch," a notorious litigator.