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

The other person lay sprawled out in a large pool of dried blood.

"Damn it!"

Stanis slapped his cheeks, trying desperately to calm himself down.

The issue now shouldn't be why the neighbor died in his own kitchen.

Call the police!

Yes, the most important thing to do now is to call the police.

Trembling, he pulled out his phone and tried to dial the police.

I inadvertently saw my neighbor's eyes.

The other person's eyes were open, as if blaming him, or perhaps blaming himself, for he had caused all of this to happen.

Forcing himself to look away and not meet the other person's gaze, he suddenly realized he was doing something foolish.

He doesn't even know if his son and wife are safe!

"Damn it!"

Stanis's feet seemed to move on their own, and he quickly ran upstairs.

Then he felt something moving above his head, something scraping past him.

The thing that appeared suddenly ran very fast and disappeared in an instant.

Stanis's hands were trembling, but he managed to control them.

Calmly, he walked to the locker, reached inside, and took out a handgun.

Then tear open all the bags on top, take out the bullets from the bags, and load them into the chamber as quickly as possible.

After getting ready, he quickly crossed the living room, stood at the bottom of the stairs, and called out, "Jack?"

The sound of giggling laughter came from a dark corner upstairs.

That chilling laughter sent shivers down Stanis's spine.

He gripped the gun tightly and strode up the stairs.

Reaching the top of the stairs seemed like a very long walk.

He can now even imagine what it feels like for a person sentenced to death to walk toward the platform with their hands tied behind their back.

Do not!

My journey may be even longer than his.

Stanis finally reached the top of the stairs.

He held a pistol in one hand, staring intently into the darkness ahead.

He swallowed nervously, feeling his reason about to give way.

It's a truly terrifying feeling, as if you're about to face an unknown monster.

"Hey, Jack, is that you?"

No one answered him, and then came the giggling laughter from the stairs again.

Stanislav suddenly turned around.

He then witnessed a scene that terrified him.

He saw his wife.

The other person was lying in the upstairs hall, making no sound.

Her legs were spread apart, and her back and head were pressed against the wall, making her look incredibly terrified and chilling.

Trembling, he walked toward his wife in disbelief.

There was a lot of blood splattered on the wallpaper.

He discovered that his wife had been stabbed a dozen, or even twenty times.

"No!"

He was on the verge of a mental breakdown and knelt down, uttering painful cries.

Stanis's agonizing screams echoed in the room, the sound coming from his throat like the tolling of bells from hell.

A voice devoid of reason does not signify the end of love, but rather the end of reason.

"clatter!"

Suddenly!

A voice suddenly rang in his ears.

It sounded like a fuse that had blown out and could never be repaired.

Stanis numbly raised his head, a painful roar still lingering in his throat, and he finally saw his son.

Jack's mouth was covered in blood.

Blood was still dripping from his chin, his lips were turned back in a horrifying grin, and he was holding a kitchen knife in one hand.

As his son raised the knife to strike him, Stanislav's mind went blank, and he took a step back. The cleaver grazed his cheek with a "whoosh," and the man staggered.

Although he was holding a gun, Stanislav couldn't bring himself to fire.

The other person had the same face as his son, so he didn't dare to fire a shot.

Even though he knew that the deaths of his neighbor and wife must be related to Jack.

With a "thud," Stanislav kicked Jack's foot from below.

The other person immediately fell to the ground.

Before Stanislav could get up, he pounced on him, straddling him and pressing one knee firmly against the hand holding the cleaver.

"Who are you? You are not my son. What did you do to him?"

Stanis roared at him.

But the person he was pinning down didn't speak; their face was contorted, and their eyes were filled with evil intent.

Stanis reached out and grabbed a rope that was being used for repairs.

He had to act quickly; the thing under him was as slippery as a fish, and no matter how much he pressed down on the wrist holding the knife, the other person wouldn't let go and drop the cleaver.

The other person's face seemed to be fluctuating and changing, even when he was looking at it.

The creature's face then transformed into that of a neighbor, staring at him lifelessly.

A moment later, it turned into Stanislavsky's own face, pale and crazed.

Then it transformed into the face of a terrifying monster, with a long chin, lifeless eyes, and a long, pointed, scaly tongue that hissed as it bared its teeth.

"No, no, no—no—no—no—no—!"

The thing kept struggling beneath his body.

Stanis's rope slipped from his grasp and rolled to the side.

The bizarre monster screamed, twisted, and rolled beneath him, nearly knocking him to the side.

An even greater force suddenly emanated from the monster he was pressing down on.

Caught off guard, he was thrown out and slammed onto the floor with a thud.

Stanislav, who was dizzy from being hit, looked up at him.

For a moment, he seemed to see his own son, his son's true face, his son's face full of displeasure and pain.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

A surge of power coursed through his body, and he abruptly stood up and lunged at the monster that had transformed into his son.

"Oh!"

The "Queen" suddenly appeared in the darkness and lunged at a man holding a gun.

The guy who had just robbed a jewelry store and killed the employees had his head smashed by the Queen's claws.

Standing to the side, Peter looked at the mess on the ground and issued a command in his mind to the Queen to clean up the scene quickly.

The Queen then affectionately leaned her head closer.

Peter looked at the blood splattered on the other woman's head and stopped the "Queen" from doing so with some disgust.

The "Queen" didn't care, she bit the corpse and prepared to take it to a deserted place.

As a mutated alien, the "Queen" is not interested in human corpses.

But with its extremely high intelligence, it has already learned how to "destroy the evidence".

They even learned how to dig holes.

As for why he was here.

Gwen saw the news about the jewelry store robbery and decided to go and catch the robbers.

As a result, they encountered another illegal and criminal incident on the way.

She could only entrust Peter to bring these guys to justice.

So Peter and his gang were all killed.

Sorry, but the trial and conviction are decided by the judge or God.

And I am responsible for sending you to meet God.

If Gwen later questioned him, Peter could easily shift the blame to the "Queen."

I only asked the "Queen" to help stop it, but it went too far.

Standing in the alley, Peter sighed.

The egg that I placed next to the "Queen" and asked her to help incubate has not yet hatched.

That Kree egg we stole from Dr. Minerva in the 616 main universe must be no ordinary egg. Should we ask Tony Stark or Reed to take a look?

Just as he was deep in thought, the "Queen," who had already returned, suddenly raised her head and looked into the distance in the night.