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

Hearing this, Matt nodded in satisfaction.

After everything was resolved, he left the dock warehouse.

After his subordinate left the warehouse, he asked him somewhat nervously, "Sir, did you...did you really do that? Collect cooking hand bones?"

Matt pushed up his sunglasses and smiled, "How could that be? I'm a lawyer, not a butcher."

“What I just showed him were some cow bones and bear claw bones. I wouldn’t be so bored as to play this butcher’s game, but my employer did it before.”

The subordinate swallowed hard, looking at Matt's somewhat handsome profile, and muttered to himself, "You're not a butcher, you're a demon."

Midtown High School.

Peter put his backpack into the locker and then looked at the empty locker next to him.

That's Gwen's locker.

After hesitating for a moment, he took out his phone and sent a text message to Gwen.

"Are you taking a day off today, Gwen?"

Gwen quickly replied to him, "Yes, I need to take some time to control myself. It would be a disaster for me if I kept throwing King Kong to the ground."

Peter frowned and replied to her, "Control? How do you control it?"

"That's a long story. Taking control of one's body is a difficult thing no matter what. I need to change myself. Don't worry, I'll be starting class tomorrow. You might be surprised."

"Well, I'm looking forward to it."

Peter put away his phone and walked towards the classroom.

But once he entered the classroom, he noticed that the atmosphere seemed somewhat different from usual.

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Chapter 51 More than death, I fear people losing their courage

Peter quickly figured out where the atmosphere in the classroom came from.

"Peter, could you come out for a moment?"

Miss Fish, who is usually a bit old-fashioned, is standing outside the classroom waving at him.

Peter nodded hesitantly and walked out of the classroom.

"This is Officer Billy Nolan. He has some questions for you."

She introduced a burly Black police officer next to her to Peter, then turned and left, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.

“I don’t think we know each other, officer.”

Peter frowned as he looked at the police officer in front of him.

"Yes, we haven't met before. I wanted to ask you some questions about New York-Presbyterian Hospital."

The Black police officer cut to the chase: "Didn't you stop a murder at the hospital yesterday?"

"Yes, that's true."

Peter nodded and said, "What? Are you going to give me a bravery award? I'll pass on the award, but I won't refuse the prize money."

"Forehead"

The Black police officer looked at Peter's serious expression and couldn't tell if he was joking or if he really meant it.

"Ahem, actually, the suspect who committed the crime is dead. We need to go to the police station to question you about some things. Of course, your actions were considered acts of bravery, and his death should not be related to you."

The Black police officer assured Peter that it would just be a simple questioning session.

Peter hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement and following the other party toward the police car.

He truly hadn't expected the man who committed the knife attack to die.

I didn't use much force; the other person only suffered minor injuries.

He died so easily now, was he just a man with kidney deficiency?

He walked thoughtfully into the police car, while the students in the class who witnessed this scene erupted in uproar.

It started with Josh's death, and now it's involved in other deaths.

Although Josh's death has been proven to be unrelated to him, why is this guy always associated with death?

Many students have already labeled him as "not to be trifled with" and "the Grim Reaper".

Liz Allen, the class's reporter and video blogger, saw Peter being taken away by the police and immediately took a picture with her phone.

And she sent the photo to Gwen.

Gwen quickly replied with a question mark, "What happened, Liz? Why is Peter with the police?"

“Peter was taken away by the police. Miss Fish said he might be involved in a death at the Presbyterian Hospital.”

"Wow? How could this be? They must have made a mistake."

Anxious, Gwen dialed her number immediately.

As soon as Liz answered the phone, she was met with a barrage of questions from Gwen.

"Relax, Gwen, it's not a serious matter. We don't know what happened yet."

Liz reassured the panicked Gwen, "Besides, I know quite a few lawyers who might be able to help Peter."

After thinking for a moment, she said, "For example, Gwen, do you know Grell Hagensen? He's a heavyweight in the New York legal world, tall, confident, composed, and quick-witted."

Gwen on the other end of the phone was speechless. "I don't think this joke is funny, Liz. I have to go to the police station. We'll talk later."

Liz shrugged. "Okay, we'll talk later, but seriously, my dad's a lawyer, so you can let me know if you need any help."

at the same time.

New York-Presbyterian Hospital.

Strange and Christine walked toward the morgue.

Is it necessary to test again?

Christine asked her longtime partner, "Haven't we already confirmed Dan Stein's cause of death? The police have already come once."

The body of Dan Stein, who attacked Strange, has been placed in the morgue after an autopsy.

The preliminary autopsy indicated anaphylactic shock.

"The reason for anaphylactic shock does not convince me."

Strange pushed open the morgue door, and a chilling aura instantly enveloped the two of them, causing Christine to shiver involuntarily.

"Are you alright? Otherwise, I can go in by myself."

Strange offered Christine advice.

Christine shook her head. "No need. Don't forget, I'm a doctor too. I've seen countless corpses and took many anatomy classes in college."

"Actually."

Strange walked up to a freezer, turned to his partner and said, “Death is different too. I thought you would resist seeing these things after you became a surgeon, since it represents a doctor’s failure to snatch a patient from the clutches of death.”

Christine helped him open the freezer and said, “You know what? I’ve been through something much worse. When I lived in Worcester, there was a massive tornado that caused a lot of damage. There were corpses everywhere.”

"Long afterward, I went out with my mother. Everyone on the street had a look of despair and blankness on their faces. Men were silently drinking beer in the bar on the corner of Sullivan Street, and women were telling each other their sorrows and pains in their backyards."

She seemed to remember something, and said with a somber expression, "In just six months, the city's major commercial projects became funerals. I fear that all of this will happen again. More than death, I fear seeing people lose their courage."

Strange nodded; he suddenly understood why his partner had become a doctor.

Indeed, what is more terrifying than death is the loss of courage caused by the fear of death, and doctors can give people courage.

Opening the freezer and staring at the corpse's deathly pale face, Strange frowned and said, "His blood contains hallucinogenic-like substances, and his blood hormone levels are above normal, making it look like he's been on drugs."

Hallucinogens?

Christine composed herself and examined the abnormalities of the body, saying, "Could his heightened emotions and drastic personality change also be due to the use of hallucinogens?"

Strange shook his head. "Could hallucinogens cause anaphylactic shock? Or even cardiac arrest, difficulty breathing, and abnormal blood hormone levels?"

As he spoke, he examined the other person's mouth. "I believe this allergen is not a common hallucinogen."

After hesitating for a moment, he said to Christine, "To change Dan's temperament and make him seem like a different person, this must be some kind of chemical product unknown to us, or derived from some plant or animal hormone."

What kind of mark is this?

Christine suddenly pointed to a spider web tattoo on the back of the other man's head and asked Strange a question.

"Gang mark".

Strange said with a serious expression, "People in gangs who have been to prison usually get this kind of tattoo, or it can also mean being trapped in a spider web and never able to get out."

Chapter 52 What to do? Dad and boyfriend got into a fight.

New York Police Department.

Peter followed the black policeman inside.

You might just run into Matt Murdoch wearing sunglasses when you go out.

Matt and his bald-headed henchmen had just finished talking with George Stacy and were preparing to leave.

As soon as he stepped out, he sensed the same aura he had encountered at the hospital last time.

The faint, chilling aura was especially acute to him, a man blind but with extraordinary other senses.

"You are Peter Parker, right?"

Matt walked up to Peter and asked him.

He already knew Peter's name when he was observing from the hospital.

Peter, who had been stopped, looked up at the disabled person in front of him.

He remembered that the guy's name was Matt Murdoch, a lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, nicknamed Daredevil, and a fairly popular superhero.

"need any help?"

Peter frowned and asked him.