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

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"Hey!"

A sharp, indistinct black object flashed through the night like a flash of light and pierced his heart.

The feeling of weakness washed over him again, accompanied by unbearable pain.

Immediately afterwards, he felt something piercing his heart lift up.

He let out a painful groan, but before he could utter his last words, everything went black, and he quickly lost consciousness.

"Wow!"

The vampires transformed into a rain of blood, splattering onto the floor and intensifying the stench of blood in the bar.

After Peter dealt with the opponent, he retracted his tail.

Although he had reduced the other party to ashes, he did not let his guard down.

He enveloped the entire room with his consciousness, paying attention to every rustle and movement.

Vampires possess the ability to resurrect, and he doesn't know if the other party will resurrect again.

After waiting a few minutes and confirming that the other person was definitely dead, Peter did a quick search of the bar, found nothing of value, and then prepared to leave.

As soon as I stepped out of the bar, I saw several police cars heading this way.

Police cars with sirens blaring passed by Peter.

Captain Custer, who was driving the police car, turned his head to look outside.

My gaze fell upon Peter's back.

Slightly startled, he unconsciously slowed down to try and get a better look, but the other person's figure only flashed by.

Standing on the rooftop of the high-rise building, Peter watched the police officers who had arrived.

With a slight thought, the tail that resembled an alien's thorn extended from his back to his chest.

He stared at the weapon before him, lost in thought.

Although Helen's whereabouts have not yet been found, it is possible to test whether the alien embryo inside me will absorb the vampire's genes and evolve again if I kill the vampire in the same way I killed Frank last time.

Chapter 88 The False and the Real Harry

On a weekend morning, the church was filled with a solemn atmosphere.

"Let us pray for her, for men and women are like flowers in a valley, blooming today but withering tomorrow. Human life is like a season, coming and going. Let us pray."

After the pastor finished his prayer, he said, "Would the pallbearers please come to the front?"

Peter sat in the front row of the church, next to Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

After hearing the pastor's words, Uncle Ben stood up and walked forward.

The deceased was a relative of the Parker family, a young girl who died of a brain hemorrhage.

Uncle Ben received the news a few days ago; the original plan was for him and Aunt May to come together.

But at Peter's insistence, he brought his nephew along.

Peter's reason for insisting was naturally his concern that Helen might harm Uncle Ben and his companion.

After what happened last night, he became convinced that Helen had established some kind of connection with the alien inside him.

The worst outcome is that the other party is also parasitized.

So, is it that sticky stuff that you vomited out yourself?

Furthermore, can the alien embryo inside one's body evolve?

His tail pierced the vampire's heart yesterday.

Lost in thought, he took out his phone and searched for the name of the bar from yesterday.

Let's see if we can figure out what exactly this bar that Helen once frequented is.

While he was searching, Gwen called him and asked where he was.

After hesitating for a moment, he told Gwen his address.

After hanging up the phone, Peter looked up at the church window.

The cross hanging above was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Searches for "Alcatraz Bar" yield only unremarkable results.

It looks just like any other bar in New York.

Just as Uncle Ben and the other three were preparing to lift the gray coffin, Gwen arrived at the church.

Gwen, wearing a light blue dress, was captivated by the atmosphere of the church, her face remaining tense the entire time.

"We never know whether tomorrow or an accident will come first."

After greeting Gwen and Aunt May, they sat down and watched the funeral for a while before whispering to Peter, "I almost got hit by a car yesterday on the road."

She thought of yesterday, when the black car came hurtling towards her.

If I hadn't possessed superpowers, something truly unfortunate might have happened.

"But I'm fine, I'm lucky enough."

Seeing the surprised look Peter gave her, Gwen quickly explained that she was fine.

Just as she was about to say something, the pallbearers got ready, and the crowd began to stand up.

Uncle Ben and three other men carried the coffin along the cinder-strewn road and headed out.

The others in the chapel followed suit and went outside.

Gwen stayed with Peter and followed the crowd out.

"Actually, Gwen..."

Peter said to Gwen, "You don't need to come over. This heavy atmosphere isn't suitable for you."

"I am not that fragile."

"It also represents a kind of sustenance for us, doesn't it? Mourning for the deceased, although it sometimes gives me a sense of awe, a quiet unease."

Gwen expressed her feelings, then asked Peter, "Do you think funerals are somber, Peter?"

"I'm more rational."

Peter glanced at the Cadillac hearse parked by the roadside and said, "I've always thought of funerals as a way of deciphering death."

"Why do you say that?"

“Some people saw many things at the funeral, such as the man who buried Hitler, the man who dissected John Wilkes Booth’s body, the forty funeral workers who cleaned Jonestown, and the man who put Alexander the Great’s body in the golden coffin to prevent it from rotting.”

(John Wilkes Booth: The assassin who killed Lincoln)

Peter's thoughts drifted back to the vampire he had killed the previous night.

He disposed of the resurrected corpse himself and discovered some secrets about death.

Gwen nodded, agreeing that there was some truth to it.

"Perhaps you are right, Peter, but those secrets of death may be buried forever. These people didn't write books to reveal the secrets."

Gwen didn't notice Peter's expression; she suddenly remembered the most important thing she hadn't told Peter yet.

"I met Harry today."

Gwen frowned and said to Peter, "But something seems off about him."

"What's wrong?"

Gwen organized her thoughts and said, "I don't know how to describe it. Harry greeted me with such elegance, dressed in high-society clothes, and spoke in the same tone as his father, constantly talking about Osborne's great achievements and how to make Osborne even greater."

Peter asked her, "Isn't this good?"

“I’m not saying it’s bad. This kind of performance would be fine for any rich guy, but the key point is that Harry is different.”

Gwen sighed and said to Peter, “He’s not the kind of person who’s obsessed with business and success. He’s an ordinary person. I mean, he never puts himself apart from others as a rich kid, coldly packaging himself as someone who chases success. That’s not Harry.”

After hearing this, Peter remained silent for a moment, then said, "People always change, Gwen."

"But things can't change overnight."

Gwen said somewhat dejectedly, "He's like a completely different person. Maybe something happened behind the scenes that we don't know about."

Peter nodded and asked Gwen, "So which of Harry's states do you think is better?"

Gwen paused for a moment, then thought for a moment and said, "He seems more cheerful now. He used to be always worried, as if he was concerned about something, but..."

After a moment's hesitation, Gwen said, "That might be fake. No matter how happy you are, it can't be real. How can a person forget all the pain?"

night.

Osborne Estate.

Harry greeted his father in the living room.

"Hey, Dad."

Norman patted Harry on the shoulder and said with satisfaction, "I heard you've been doing very well at the company, Harry."

"I'm trying to learn some of the company's operational management methods. I don't know how effective they will be, but it's an experiment."

Harry told his father, "I like this kind of experiment."

"Very good, you can go and rest now."

Norman's expression turned serious as he watched Harry walk upstairs.

He said to the butler, "Very good, continue giving Harry his medication."

Chapter 89 The Supermarket Zero-Yuan Purchase Incident!