Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 125 Accidentally Collapsed the Bed
"So... what did you see, Peter."

Gwen, who was sitting in the co-pilot, couldn't bear his strong curiosity and asked him.

The two had left Agatha's strange carriage and were heading for New York.

After the other party finished divination for Peter, he hurriedly drove away in the carriage, leaving the two staring at each other.

"You mean when Lady Agatha was divining for me?"

Peter asked Gwen while manipulating the steering wheel with one hand.

"uh-huh."

"Unless you tell me first, Gwen."

Peter retorted and made a request to Gwen first.

"Uh"

Facing Peter's seemingly reasonable request, Gwen immediately became speechless.

I saw the daughter who was married to Peter in the future, is it fair to say?
Not only would I feel dead if I said it, but Peter wouldn't believe such shameful remarks even if I said it.

"I didn't see anything."

Gwen hesitated for a long time, and finally said this sentence.

This kind of shameful secret, let yourself rot in your stomach.

But what is it like to be a mother yourself?

She, who has never experienced the feeling of a mother, can't help but start to think about it.

"is it?"

Peter pretended to be dubious, and nodded, "I'm the same as you, Gwen, I didn't see anything."

"I don't believe it."

Gwen said that she didn't believe Peter's nonsense, "Ms. Agatha was frightened by you."

She moved closer to Peter, scanning his face suspiciously.

Because of being so close, Peter even felt the heat of Gwen's breath on his face.

"She said you were Death! You have a monster in you, Peter."

Because of Ms. Agatha's divination, she saw an incredible future, so she was somewhat convinced of the other party's identity as a witch.

"Maybe there's a monster inside of me, but Gwen, it's never going to get out of hand."

Facing the face of Gwen who was close at hand, Peter said slowly with a serious expression.

"I—I believe in you!"

Gwen was also slightly moved. She reached out and took Peter's other hand, which was not driving.

"No matter how fierce the monster is, you and I will control it."

Feeling the warm touch in the palm, Gwen expressed her true inner emotions.

"Om~Om~"

While enjoying the wonderful atmosphere between the two, Gwen's cell phone vibrated, interrupting the rare brewing emotions.

"Well, my phone has become a total mood-buster!"

Gwen complained angrily, and then took out the vibrating phone from her pocket.

On social software, Betty sent him a message.

"We played in the drama club and did music for MJ."

Betty sends a message with a video attached.

Clicking on the video out of curiosity, Gwen immediately regretted it.

MJ was dressed in bright clothes to perform opera on the stage, and Betty and Glory appeared on the side of the stage as performers of the stage play.

"I still miss it."

Turning off the video, Gwen let out a sigh of relief and said with some melancholy.

"What did you miss?"

"A show, a show with MJ."

Gwen looked at the scenery outside the car window, and said to Peter: "I had an argument with MJ before, and I originally wanted to reconcile through performing together, but... now it seems that this trick should not work."

"We all missed it."

Peter said he also missed the show.

Mary Jane had invited herself to one of her plays, which she had just missed.

"Are you also interested in MJ's performance?"

Gwen asked in surprise.

"Yes, she invited me."

"You are surprisingly popular, Peter. Not only MJ, but also Jessica Jones, especially Jessica, she is now a superhero who can lift cars."

Gwen immediately began to eat vinegar.

She began to enter the "what if" time fantasy again.

If Peter's personality hadn't changed and remained the same as before, maybe he wouldn't have become so popular.

But it's not sure, if it's Peter who is often bullied like that, would I still like him?
"and many more.!"

She was just about to continue publishing some conjectures about the relationship between Peter and MJ, when she suddenly noticed a familiar species passing by the parade crowd.

"That's. That's the monster covered in vines and mud that Peter you mentioned."

Gwen found the humanoid Peter mentioned on the streets of Boston.

She immediately asked Peter to stop the car, and curiously leaned over to watch the excitement.

The humanoid was talking openly with the werewolf, and didn't want Gwen to suddenly appear in front of him.

Seeing Gwen staring at Ted with novel eyes, the werewolf asked her with some uncertainty: "Ma'am, what do you need?"

"Is he real? Not a Halloween costume?"

Gwen asked, pointing at the humanoid.

"Of course not, actually. This is the new look for Halloween, and we specially spent two hours making the leather case."

The werewolf immediately started talking nonsense.

"If you don't believe me, you can touch it. This kind of leather looks like the real thing."

As he spoke, he motioned for Gwen to touch the humanoid skin.

As the victim, the humanoid looked dissatisfied at the werewolf, and made an indistinct sound of "grunt grunt grumble".

"what did she say?"

Gwen touched the human-like skin, and it was cold, and it didn't feel like a leather case.

"He said he was glad to meet you."

"really?"

"It's true."

The werewolf was about to continue fooling around, when he suddenly saw a figure appearing in front of him.

Ted also saw the stranger who suddenly appeared, his body tensed suddenly, and his expression became tense.

Restless, it stood up with a bowed body, and the dust fell down.

"Relax, relax, Ted, don't get excited."

Seeing that his friend's mood was starting to become abnormal, the werewolf immediately began to calm him down.

And the restless humanoid looked at Peter who suddenly appeared, with fear in his eyes.

He was really a little afraid of this human being who repaired himself.

The werewolf also heard the message from his old friend, his unique language.

Knowing that Peter was the guy the two of them discussed just now who had killed the Vampire King, he immediately froze.

Peter looked at the two people who appeared on the street openly, and was a little speechless.

First vampires, then witches, and finally werewolves?

"What's your name?"

Peter asked the werewolf.

"Er Jack Russell."

The werewolf glanced at the dark red shiny ring in Peter's hand, and said cautiously.

He was afraid that the other party would kill him if he got angry.

"Jack Russell?"

After chanting the other party's name, Peter nodded.

"You shouldn't be on the streets."

Considering that Gwen was standing beside him, he didn't directly arrest these two guys as experimental animals.

After absorbing Dracula's body, he now has a little problem controlling his body.

The urgent plan to absorb and devour alien DNA organisms is not as urgent as before.

"We're leaving right now!"

Jack said immediately.

As he spoke, he patted his humanoid friend's body, signaling him to run away with him.

I don't know if it's because Peter is wearing the bloodstone, so that when he faces Peter, he will be oppressed by such a powerful momentum and can't breathe.

Gwen wanted to continue to study whether the leather case on the other party was real, but the other party ran away in a hurry.

This made her feel quite sorry.

"They seem to be afraid of you, Peter."

"Maybe my wizard cloak tonight will scare them."

Peter pulled up the wizard cloak behind his back.

"That's not convincing."

Gwen stared at the running figure of one person and one "monster", and said, "I'm starting to believe now that the story about werewolves and monsters you told, Peter, is true, but the protagonist should not be you."

She took Peter's hand, "Maybe the protagonists in the story are the two of them."

"It's just two imitators, it's getting late, let's go."

"OK, you are the driving pioneer, you call the shots."

The two got into the car while talking, and after Peter started the engine, the car drove towards New York.

In a corner that Gwen couldn't notice, a bat flew out of his palm, chasing after the two in the direction they left.

Although he didn't attack these two monsters for the time being, he still followed each other's tracks to determine their lair.

Even if it is not devoured and absorbed, this kind of creature cannot escape from its own control.

Besides...

He raised his left hand and looked at the bloodstone ring on his hand.

He is now considered the leader of the Monster Hunter Alliance.

After driving for more than three hours, the car finally arrived in New York.

After sending Gwen downstairs and watching him go upstairs, Peter drove back to Forest Hills.

Where the car came from, he told Gwen it was leased.

But the same cannot be said of Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

Parked the car in a parking lot far away from Forest Hills, and Peter walked home.

Since it was Halloween night, Aunt May didn't blame Peter for coming home late.

Silent all night.

In the early morning of the next day, Aunt Mei got up early and started tidying up the room.

The halloween-inspired decorations in the room needed to be removed after the festive revelry.

Just when she was about to start, Aunt Mei suddenly heard a "boom" from upstairs.

Confused, she quickly put down the tools in her hand and rushed upstairs.

Finally, it was determined that the direction of the sound was Peter's room.

"Peter?"

Aunt Mei pushed open the door and cast her surprised eyes into the room.

Looking inside, I found that the bed in the room had completely collapsed.

Peter stood by with an innocent face.

"Peter, you... what did you do?"

Aunt May stared at Peter in surprise.

"Sorry, Aunt May, I didn't try hard."

Peter said he was completely innocent.

"You broke the bed?"

Aunt May didn't seem to hear Peter's explanation, so she asked Peter again.

"How did you do it?"

While talking, she walked to the side of the bed and began to check the situation of getting up.

The bed seemed to be split in half down the middle and divided into two halves.

Half of the separated bed had suffered a strong impact, and one corner had been completely shattered.

The four legs used to support were also completely broken.

If she believes that Peter is innocent, she will even wonder if she is really demented, so she believes the other party's nonsense.

"actually."

Peter organized his words and said to Aunt May: "I don't know what happened, Aunt May, when I woke up, the bed was like this."

This is of course not the case.

The actual situation is that when I wake up in the morning, I find that my whole body is suspended from the ceiling, facing the bed face down.

The next second after opening his eyes, he didn't control his body well for a moment, and fell directly, hitting the bed, making a sound that startled Aunt Mei.

He checked his body roughly, but found nothing unusual.

After the black light virus absorbed Dracula's torso, it began to evolve based on the information inside the opponent's DNA.

The external performance is to make his body stronger.

Even without the black magic that Dracula has mastered, he would rank number one in the Marvel universe in terms of physical strength.

Dracula's body is immune to most physical attacks, unless attacks are aimed at his weaknesses, it is generally difficult to injure him.

After checking the evolution of the black light virus, there were no major problems.

Peter could only attribute the reason to magic.

The cursed body of the other party had some influence on him on the magic side.

This caused a small problem with the control of the body.

"You mean someone attacked your bed while you were asleep, Peter."

Aunt Mei frowned slightly and asked him.

"It's possible."

Peter nodded, indicating that this possibility cannot be ruled out.

Aunt Mei felt that her nephew was getting weirder and weirder.

Her suspicious eyes turned around Peter.

In connection with Peter's recent changes, Aunt Mei became more and more suspicious.

"Really?"

she asked Peter again.

At the end, she sighed slightly.

"Peter, if you have any problems, whether mental or physical, you can tell me."

Aunt May came over and took Peter's hands to her chest.

"We're family, right?"

Aunt Mei showed a sincere expression.

Although he lost his temper with Peter because of his late return.

But for Peter, who she regards as her family, she always holds the meaning of love and affection.

"Of course, Aunt Mei, don't worry, I will adjust it myself."

Peter took Aunt May's hand and said softly to her.

After dealing with Aunt May, Peter let out a long sigh of relief.

He took out his vibrating cell phone and found that it was a text message from Mary Jane.

Mary Jane expressed a small grievance in the text message that she did not participate in her performance.

After sending a "sorry" message, put the phone back in your pocket.

in the afternoon.

Taking advantage of Peter's absence at home, Aunt May told Uncle Ben what happened during the day.

"I think maybe we need to get a psychiatrist to talk to Peter."

Aunt May suggested to Ben.

"Psychologist?"

Uncle Ben blinked, "You think Peter needs counseling from a psychiatrist."

"Maybe it helps him open up, why not give it a try?"

(End of this chapter)