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

"Yes, I want to release some stress."

Sarah didn't deny it. She hesitated for a moment, then looked at Peter and asked, "What is that? I mean... why did Barton turn into a monster? Is it because..."

"Remember what happened at the Al Industrial Spider Exhibition last time?"

She asked Peter somewhat uncertainly.

"Most likely."

Peter asked her, "What kind of spider is on display at the Al Industrial Exhibition?"

"The brown spider, also known as the hermit spider or violin-shaped spider because its body shape resembles the body of a violin, is mainly distributed in the prairie region of the southern United States. When hunting, it first paralyzes its prey with the venom in its fangs, then secretes digestive juices into the prey to dissolve it, and then slowly sucks it up, eating it clean without missing a single bit."

Sarah, a conservationist, shared her biological knowledge with Peter.

"They are very territorial and need to be kept alone. They only eat one or two meals a month and can fast for up to two months. There is a cluster of spinnerets on the back of their abdomen, which connect to the silk glands in their bodies. The protein mucus secreted by these glands can solidify into extremely strong spider silk in the air."

After a pause, she continued, "Most importantly, female spiders lay their eggs by biting."

"He, Patton, would even shoot spider silk from his wrists; he might actually have been bitten by a hermit spider."

Sarah became more and more frightened as she spoke.

Peter listened to Sarah's words and put down the brochures about Al Industries that he was holding.

He knew the other person must have been bitten by the hermit spider.

Even those ghouls may have been infected by Barton Parnell.

"Come with me to a place."

Peter said to Sarah.

"Where to go?"

"his home."

Standing in the open space in front of the Bartons' house, Sarah glanced at Peter with some concern.

Do you think Patton will stay at home?

Peter shook his head. "Of course not, I'm just going to check."

Sarah looked at the house in front of her, which gave her a bad feeling, and hesitated to go in.

Barton's uncle, Ted Parton, had always given her a bad impression; she wondered how he was doing now.

Patton and his uncle had a very bad relationship; heaven knows if Patton would eat his uncle.

Peter walked up the steps and opened the door.

Sarah followed Peter inside.

She immediately smelled a strange odor.

It smells like freshly cut grass, but also like the scent of fruiting bodies.

Or it could be the stench emanating from a corpse that has been ravaged by bacteria for days in a dried-up sewer.

In short, she smelled something rotten, a very unpleasant odor.

Her body began to tense up.

Peter, walking ahead of Sarah, didn't notice her tense shoulders and asked her, "Are you familiar with this place, Jane?"

“I’m not very familiar with him. I rarely visit his house. Bud is a person who is completely disliked by the neighbors.”

Sarah spoke while looking outside.

The surrounding area consists of box-like houses, white curb stones, a bird pond, energy-saving lights, lush lilacs next to the mailbox, graffiti on the walls, and bright white rain gutters.

She wanted to burn everything here to ashes.

Because she felt increasingly uncomfortable with the house, and the smell was getting stronger and stronger.

Peter also sensed the smell in the room, but he didn't show any reaction.

Sarah smelled the scent halfway down the carpeted stairs.

The smell of decay.

This time it was a genuine stench of decay, without any metaphor.

Sarah quickly determined that the smell was coming from the main bathroom.

The shower curtain was drawn tightly shut, the toilet seat was closed, and a small glass light tube was placed on top of it. One end of the tube was charred and blackened.

"I think we should leave. Calling the police might be an option."

Sarah covered her mouth and nose with her arm and murmured.

Peter didn't mind the smell at all.

The fragrance of grass, the aroma of flowers, or the smell of roasting meat in the oven made no difference to him.

Peter didn't say anything, leaving Sarah to wait outside.

Upon entering the bathroom, I saw a dark shadow behind the shower curtain.

Peter reached out and pulled back the shower curtain, only to find a dead body lying in the bathtub.

The body had a plastic bag over its head, and the blood that had flowed from the back of its head into the bag had congealed into a hard lump.

Peter frowned; the deceased was not Ted.

Standing outside, Sarah asked Peter somewhat fearfully, "Is that Barton's uncle?"

“This isn’t him,” Peter said calmly.

Peter tore the plastic bag off the corpse's head, glanced at it, and then turned and walked away.

Without letting Sarah see the corpses inside being eaten, Peter looked towards the second floor.

He slowly walked up the wooden steps to the second floor.

Sarah gritted her teeth and followed Peter up to the second floor.

However, as soon as she stepped onto the stairs, she saw a horrifying scene in the corridor.

Only sparse sunlight shone into the corridor, where humanoid spider cocoons wrapped in countless spider silks hung in the corridor.

Several spider cocoons hung in the corridor, swaying slightly in the wind.

The gusts of cold wind sent chills down her spine.

Soon she heard a faint sound.

It sounds like someone is calling for help?!

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"Did you hear it?"

"Ah."

Peter nodded and walked to a door in the room.

The door was locked from the inside, and Peter reached out and pushed it forward with a little force.

"Squeak!"

He pushed open the door, and the scene inside immediately came into view.

Sarah, standing behind Peter, also witnessed the horrifying scene before her eyes.

In the dimly lit room, Ted Parnell, who had been tortured beyond recognition, was bound to the bed with his hands and feet tied.

The other person was only wearing shorts and was covered in blood.

The sheets beneath him were mostly stained with dark blood.

Ted, whose face was withered and looked as if he had been drained of his life force, showed a strong will to survive in his eyes after Peter pushed him aside and entered.

He struggled desperately, trying to break free of the ropes binding him.

At the same time, he raised his head and made incoherent, painful sounds, "Save me! Please! Save me!"

Ted, groaning in pain, desperately pleaded with Peter for help.

Seeing Ted Parnell's horrific state, Sarah covered her mouth in shock.

"My God!"

She took a step back, her eyes filled with horror.

"It's Patton!"

She immediately thought of the suspect who could have been tortured into this state.

After regaining her senses, she immediately went into the room, intending to untie the ropes binding the other person's body.

But Peter stopped her, shaking his head. "It's too late."

"what?"

She didn't quite understand what Peter was saying.

Before she could ask Peter for details, Ted, who was already groaning from the torture, suddenly let out an even more painful scream.

He braced himself with his hands, trying to break free of the ropes binding his arms.

But under the watchful eyes of Peter and Sarah, his stomach visibly swelled and deformed.

Ted, whose belly had grown larger, opened his mouth and let out a terrified scream.

Then, amidst his screams, his swollen belly burst open with a loud "bang".

The instant the explosion occurred, Peter raised his arm to shield himself and pulled Sarah, who was unable to react in time, behind him.

Ted's stomach split open, spurting out a lot of blood.

Sarah, realizing what was happening, looked at the dying Ted and discovered that countless tiny spiders had crawled out of his stomach and were running out of it.

Countless tiny spiders crawled out of the stomach of a living person.

Such a horrific scene unfolding before her eyes made her feel nauseous and want to vomit.