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

"Is it possible to find her specific information?"

George asked his officers.

“We consulted Morton, the vice principal of Midtown High School, and he provided us with some information.”

The officer reported to George Stacy, "Ms. Helen is a biology teacher transferred from New Jersey. She is 27 years old and currently single. This mansion should be her private property."

Dwolf interrupted their conversation, "Have you made contact with this Ms. Helen?"

"No, we couldn't reach her by phone or any other means, and she didn't go to school either."

George frowned upon hearing this. "Disappeared?"

"But so far, we have not found any bodies here."

Dwolf's sharp eyes scanned the ruins before she said to George and Captain Custer, "Or should we continue digging through these rubble and dirt?"

George didn't say anything; he had a feeling things weren't that simple.

The newcomer, Caster, stared intently at the building before him.

He walked to a pile of buried stones, searched for a while, and found a piece of corroded vine inside.

Staring at the corroded, pitted vines, and considering the massive damage to the buildings on site, he had a vague idea in his mind.

A moment later, he turned his gaze to the building to his left.

He gathered up the vines and walked straight toward the building.

Seeing his behavior, George, who was standing next to him, turned his gaze to his partner.

Dwolf shrugged. "Maybe he's discovered something. Let's follow him and see."

On the rooftop of the building, Caster and his companions looked at the messy, cracked ground in front of them.

It is clear that this is also one of the crime scenes.

George looked at Caster, who was intently analyzing the scene, and turned to Dwolf, saying, "He seems very capable."

Dwolf nodded in agreement with George, "Of course, he has always been the most capable one."

The car sped along the road, splashing a few drops of rainwater.

Frank Castle drove his car toward the police station.

He kept thinking about the clues he found at the scene along the way.

Spider-Man and unknown forces made his expression even more serious.

Feeling the slight bumps, his fingers gripped the steering wheel tightly.

Caster was not talkative while driving.

Driving a car gave him a feeling that nothing else could match, and he became completely absorbed in it.

The road stretched out before them like a black and white photograph, and the speedometer shuddered, showing a speed of just over sixty miles per hour.

Frank Castle came from a broken home.

When he was twelve, his father's gas station went bankrupt due to mismanagement.

Families who were originally Sicilian immigrants lost their income and their lives became difficult.

During his teenage years, he became violent and aggressive, preferring to solve problems with his fists.

Later, when he got a car, he became even more reckless.

The car became his slave, and also his god.

It can give, or it can take away his bad mood.

He had this experience many times: on sleepless nights when his mother and father argued, Custer would take popcorn and drive off to chase after stray dogs.

Some mornings, he would turn off the engine and let the car slide into the garage he had built behind his house, with blood still dripping from the front bumper.

However, all of this changed after he retired.

Castor has now completely abandoned violent methods.

He no longer believes in so-called superheroes and vigilantes.

In his view, those who punish criminals are committing another kind of crime.

Upholding the principle of "procedural justice," what he's thinking about now is how to bring those so-called superheroes to justice.

A car drove past the street corner, kicking up a few fallen leaves.

Gwen was wearing a hoodie as Castor drove past her.

She stared at her phone, looking somewhat frustrated.

Although he explained to Peter what had happened at the swimming pool, he was still a little upset when Peter asked for leave.

It was not difficult for Miss Fish to ask for a leave note for Peter.

The key issue is that her plan to communicate with Peter face-to-face completely failed.

Midtown High School.

Gwen had barely entered the classroom when she was entangled by Liz.

“It’s a very important thing, Gwen.”

Liz said to Gwen with a serious expression, "We need you for the weekend party."

"what?"

Gwen blinked, unsure of what Liz meant.

"We need a band for the masquerade ball this weekend, and luckily, our school has one—the 'Mary Janes' band!"

The "Mary Janes" band that Liz mentioned is the school band Gwen attended.

Gwen plays the drummer in it.

However, since she was a new member and didn't practice with the band often, she felt somewhat detached from the band.

"I need to think about it."

Given her ominous premonition, Gwen wanted to refuse.

"But aren't you part of the band? Gloria and the others are involved. Do you want the band to fall apart?"

Liz coughed, then put on a pitiful look and said to Gwen, "Unless you want me to invite the high school choir, that would be a disaster."

The Midtown High School choir consists of Mr. Morton and Miss Fish.

Any party that they were to attend would likely be a disaster of the century.

“Okay, I’ll think about it seriously, Liz.”

Gwen continued to evade the question, but her attitude had softened.

"Thank you, I will encourage my channel subscribers to follow the Mary Janes."

Liz waved her phone in front of Gwen and then happily hugged her.

Sitting in her seat, Gwen took out her phone and, driven by curiosity, browsed Liz's personal channel.

The channel's content mostly consists of novel events or analyses of superheroes.

She soon discovered something strange in the latest video released by Leeds.

The footage captured by the equipment in the rainy night was not clear and was constantly shaking, making the image even more blurry.

The video appears to show Spider-Man fighting something like a "giant snake".

However, the image only flashed by, so it was impossible to tell whether it was real or fake.

Gwen's curiosity was immediately piqued.

Did Spider-Man show up last night?

She rested her chin on her right hand, her expression somewhat annoyed.

I went to bed too early last night.

Since you've decided to become a superhero, shouldn't you be fighting criminals on the streets all the time?

Gwen let out a frustrated sigh and reflected on her lazy behavior.

The ringing of the bell ended her daydreaming.

The first class was biology, but Mr. Morton suddenly announced its cancellation.

"why?"

Chapter 84 Harry and the Devil

"why?"

At Ottoman Manor, Harry stared at his dead pet dog at his feet, his face filled with disbelief and shock.

His pet dog was perfectly fine before he went to school.

I never expected to see the other person lying in a pool of blood as soon as I got back.

Although the butler told him that he had been in a car accident.

But how is that possible?

My pet, Churchill, never runs into the road.

With a heavy heart, Harry dug a hole in the yard and buried Churchill.

Harry was so grief-stricken over the loss of his pet that he still wore a somber expression at dinner.

“Dead is dead. No matter how much you show grief, Harry, you can’t change that.”

Norman frowned and said to his son.

“I know I’m just having trouble accepting it, and maybe I need some time, Dad.”

Harry couldn't quite understand his father's indifference. He looked up at Norman and said, "It's been with me for a long time, after all."

Harry remembered Churchill awkwardly jumping off the toilet and crashing into the bathtub, and his not-so-stupid, blurry eyes staring straight at him.