Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 88 Where is Dad?

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Gwen woke up suddenly from sleep.

Wiping his forehead, he found that it was covered with dense sweat.

Exhaling a breath, she took out her phone and glanced at the time on the screen.

The time display is one past five in the morning.

"Is it a nightmare?"

Frowning, Gwen let out a breath.

Raising her head, she looked towards the moonlight outside the window.

The bright moonlight came in through the window and shone on her blond hair, bathing her hair in a more moist luster.

Gwen thought back to the nightmare she had just had.

In an extremely realistic dream, she dreamed of Peter lying in her arms.

The dying Peter, with an unrelieved light in his eyes, held his hand and said intermittently: "I just want to be special, just like you."

"Did Peter turn into a lizard?"

Frowning, Gwen propped up his chin with his right hand, thinking wildly.

"If Peter really turned into a lizard and was killed by himself, he would definitely collapse completely, right?"

Recalling the real painful feeling in the dream, Gwen felt as if her heart was blocked.

Although it was a dream, the painful emotions were so real.

如果
Peter really became a lizard man to endanger society, what would he do then?
Do you choose to use violence to stop the other party, or do you choose to do nothing?

For her, this is really a difficult choice.

"Well, I always thought that it was the parents who made the difficult choices. I didn't expect that I am also facing such a problem now."

Gwen threw out the phone in distress, and lay down.

Although I kept forcing myself to fall asleep, I couldn't fall asleep no matter what.

This difficult question has been circling in her mind.

So early the next morning, Gwen appeared in front of Peter with a pair of panda eyes.

"What's wrong with you, Gwen."

Peter asked her in surprise, "Didn't you sleep well last night?"

"Well, a demon, an angel, stood on my shoulder and talked to me, and they made it hard for me to sleep."

Gwen said dejectedly.

"Angels and demons?"

Peter didn't know what these two words meant.

"Yes, angels and demons, chattering and standing on your shoulders, making decisions for you, but what they do will only make you even more confused about what to choose."

"Just like when I was buying milkshakes, sometimes I didn't know whether to choose a vanilla milkshake or a strawberry milkshake."

At the mention of the milkshake, Gwen's stomach starts to growl slightly.

"Cough cough."

Gwen coughed with a flushed face, "I'll help Aunt May in the kitchen."

Staring at Gwen's fleeing pace, Peter's eyes became strange.

"I think MJ's eyes are kind of weird."

On the streets of Forest Hills, Peter and Gwen walked together along the road covered with fallen leaves.

Gwen wanted to go to her own house and retrieve some change of clothes.

Because she didn't want to go alone, she brought Peter to accompany her home.

On their way out, the two met Mary Jane.

Gwen felt that the other party looked at him strangely.

"What's weird?"

Peter asked her casually.

"I don't know, it's like I robbed her birthday cake and she was very angry and wronged."

Gwen was wearing a white sweater, with a melancholy expression under the hood.

"I've been through sad moments like this before, it was supposed to be my eighth birthday, I was in the garden with my family, the birds were chirping, the bees were buzzing and the air was full of the scent of honeysuckle .”

Gwen remembered the scene on her birthday very clearly.

While stepping on the fallen leaves that pop up from time to time, she continued:
"Spoons stir in cups, hot oil squeaks and smokes in pans, forks scrape plates and saucers.

Two tender eggs fried on both sides, two buttermilk pancakes the size of a manhole cover, four sausage slices, whole wheat toast, and a toasted cinnamon bun on a separate plate.

The toasted cinnamon buns were smothered in syrup, authentic, real maple syrup, like straight off the tree, not the shitty syrup you buy at the grocery store. "

Gwen snapped out a super-long description of the food.

Peter, who was standing next to her, fell into a state of speechlessness after listening to her detailed description.

Could it be that Gwen was a foodie when he was a child?

Do not!
It seems that he is also a foodie now, and his attributes seem to have never changed.

Seeing the strange gaze Peter cast on him, Gwen said with an unnatural expression:

"Okay, I... I admit that I only remember the picture about food that day, but the point is not here."

Gwen immediately changed the subject, "The point is, my neighbor's girl, as much as I don't want to speak ill of her, has been commented on as 'talking like a sailor and eating like a lumberjack'."

Perhaps because she thought it was very impolite to say that, Gwen immediately stopped speaking and secretly observed Peter's expression.

Seeing that Peter didn't show any expression of disgust, Gwen continued: "Ahem. Anyway, she ate my birthday cake secretly, and it was only when I was about to make a wish that I realized that the birthday cake was gone."

"The expression I showed at that time was the same as that of MJ just now."

Gwen is also a little aggrieved now.

Why does MJ have that kind of expression, he must follow the order of first come, first come, obviously he is the first to know Peter.

MJ was the girl who snatched her birthday cake, right? !
"Do you mind if you can't have birthday cake?"

Peter turned to Gwen and asked.

"Um"

Gwen thought for a few seconds and shook her head, "Actually, I didn't really want to eat cake at that time. The most important thing is that I can't make a wish anymore. I have been preparing for that wish for a long time."

Gwen had a regretful look on his face.

Peter nodded and said nothing.

The two soon came to Gwen's house.

Looking at the open door, Gwen was a little surprised.

"Why is the door open? Daddy stays home?"

Confused, she walked into the room with Peter.

On the dining table in the living room, there is an unpacked pizza.

George Stacy's police officer's ID card was placed in the corner of the dining table.

Gwen came over and picked up his father's police ID, "Didn't Dad bring his police ID?"

A bad premonition rose in her heart.

After searching around the room, but not finding his father, Gwen quickly took out his cell phone and called the New York Police Department.

"How about it?"

After Gwen hung up the phone nervously, Peter asked her.

"They said Dad didn't go to work."

Gwen's heart immediately panicked.

"Dad. Where did you go?"

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