Chapter 255 Singing and Dancing

Frank opened his eyes in a daze and raised his hands to cover his forehead. His head was still buzzing.

Everything that happened yesterday was extremely strange and bizarre.

It made him doubt that he had just had a bizarre dream.

But... after opening his eyes and looking at the unfamiliar ceiling in front of him, Frank suspected that he was still in a dream.

"you're awake?"

Frank was startled by the crisp sound in his ears. He stood up and found that this was not a strange ceiling, but he was locked in a glass jar.

Not far ahead, there was a ghost spider operating another instrument, turning its head to look over.

"Ghost Spider... that was not a dream..."

The image of himself eating people flashed through Frank's eyes, making his face pale.

"Where is this? What's wrong with me?"

Hearing this question, Gwen picked up a notebook and started writing and drawing, then opened her mouth to explain:

"If what I guessed is correct, you are being parasitized by a cosmic life form, a symbiote, from outer space."

"Alien life?" Frank muttered to himself with a very ugly look on his face.

This doesn't sound like a good thing, it makes people feel desperate, just like a doctor giving a patient a certificate of terminal illness.

"Parasitism?" Mobius, who was not far away, also frowned.

"Don't worry, Frank. Although it's an alien symbiote, we have done a lot of research and we will cure you." Gwen said with a smile.

Charlotte was also parasitized by a symbiote.

Although Charlotte blamed all the bad things she had done on Venom, saying that it was all Venom's doing, Venom was simply extremely evil.

But Gwen said Charlotte was worse.

"Healed? Ha~" Mobius sneered and complained:

"How can it be cured? I have been in this jar for a long time, why haven't you cured me?"

Mobius didn't need to sleep. He stayed in the lonely darkness every day, which almost drove him crazy. He couldn't die, and he couldn't leave. It was like he was in hell.

There was no trace of his previous self anymore. He was extremely manic and couldn't wait to talk to humans.

"Dr. Mobius, you asked the right question. The first stage of your treatment is now ready."

Ready? What does that mean?

Before Mobius could figure out what Gwen was doing in front of his instrument, Gwen pressed the start button.

The next moment, green smoke began to spray from the bottom of Mobius's tank.

Just sniffing it a few times out of curiosity made Mobius' face change drastically. He clung to the jar tightly and let out a desperate scream:

"Nooooooooooooo!!! Turn it off!!!"

"Don't be afraid to see a doctor when you are sick, Dr. Mobius." Charlotte shook her head.

At this time, Mobius could no longer speak.

The smell was like the mouth that had not been brushed for twenty years after eating twenty kilograms of garlic. It was so smelly that it made Mobius feel uncomfortable from every pore.

Holding his breath, Mobius pounded the glass jar desperately and shook his head at Gwen, but the only answer he got was that the green color of the entire transparent jar became darker and darker.

"Be patient, Dr. Mobius. This is the first course of treatment. Trust me, you will get better."

Mobius pressed his weak palms against the glass, his face couldn't be greener, his eyes were desperate, white foam came out of his slightly open mouth, his eyes were wide open and full of despair, and he slid down the glass wall.

Frank's mouth twitched as he watched this scene.

Is this how you treat patients?

Looking at the fallen Mobius, Gwen recorded Mobius's status, reactions and effects during treatment in Charlotte's experimental manual.

Then he nodded with satisfaction, turned his head and looked at Frank and said:

“To force the symbiote out of your body, Spider-Man suggests that the easiest way is to use sound.

So, let's see what frequency of sound the symbiote in your body reacts to the most so that it can be released."

Being in a strange place and being imprisoned in a glass instrument made Frank tense and alert.

He didn't trust Ghost Spider, and he didn't trust Spider-Man, but he had no choice.

Likewise, Frank distrusts the symbiote that parasitizes him, and he desperately wants it to leave his body.

So, he nodded to Gwen and said:

"I am more than happy to cooperate."

"You insignificant human beings! You deserve to die!"

At the same time, a violent and hoarse voice sounded from Frank's body. Connected to Frank's back, a strange sticky liquid formed into threads and condensed on Frank's head, revealing its cruel and violent face.

Riot's eyes were fixed on the ghost spider. Compared to Frank, it saw that the body of this host was more perfect and powerful, which made it salivate.

"Why? Why don't you just give me your bodies and become food for my evolution?"

Gwen had a cold face and a calm expression. The riot that seemed so terrifying did not scare her, but instead made her more determined.

There are two opposing factions among symbiotes, one is the host-dominated faction, and the other is the parasite-dominated faction.

And Riot is the leader of the parasite-dominated faction.

Taking the symbiote as the complete subject, it is suggested to keep in captivity intelligent life suitable for parasitism, completely dominate their thoughts, occupy their bodies, drain their spirits, squeeze out all their surplus value, and make the symbiote the most powerful race in the universe.

During their travels in the universe, they experienced and devoured several kinds of intelligent life. Until the moment they saw Gwen today, they really saw infinite possibilities and the hope of the rise of the symbiote.

Silver threads connected to Frank's right hand, and a giant arm condensed and punched the transparent glass hard without Frank's control.

thump—

The loud noise made Gwen frown. He glanced at the intact glass and continued to record the data with a pen.

The riot once again completely engulfed Frank, turning him into a gray-black giant, opening his mouth and roaring loudly at Gwen.

Looking at Riot who was unable to communicate, Gwen officially began the test. With an expressionless face, she played the music, Michael Jackson's "Beat It", for Riot who was desperately pounding on the glass.

(They said to him: How dare you come here?)

"Bang——" Riot pounded the glass angrily.

(I don’t want to see you again. You’d better disappear quickly.)

"Bang——" Riot pounded the glass rhythmically.

(The anger burned in their eyes and their words were clear.)

"Boom boom boom--" Riot pounded the rhythm angrily.

Gwen nodded without reacting. It seemed that normal music would not produce any effect. So, should she use a higher frequency or a louder sound?

Gwen, who was writing and drawing, first put in her earplugs, then picked up the pink headphones on the table and covered her ears.

Start turning up the volume.

(So ​​beat it, just beat it)

(You better run, you better do what you can

Don't wanna see no blood, don't be a macho man)

Amid the huge noise, even the sound of Riot pounding the glass became much quieter. Seeing that Riot was only slightly uncomfortable, Gwen turned off the music and began to directly increase the frequency of the sound.

Buzz————

This time, it really worked. The painful riot in the roar turned into a twisted sticky liquid bouncing in the jar.

The jar was shaken by the riot, and the scene looked like eggs dropped into a blender.

Then it shrank back into Frank's body, revealing Frank whose scalp was numb from the shock.

Gwen also quickly turned off the sound.

Very good, now that we have found the weakness of the symbiote, it will be much easier to cure Frank.

"Well, I'll try again..."

Beep beep beep beep…

Gwen was interrupted by the ringing of her cell phone. She picked up the phone with a puzzled expression and checked the text messages.

Not long ago, she secretly took her father George's mobile phone and connected herself to the police station's internal communication system so that she could carry out her superhero activities more flexibly.

And this sound is the alarm of a major case.

Looking at the photos in the internal communication.

As the blizzard disappeared, while clearing the snow, the police immediately discovered the huge sand pit created yesterday and the news that a young policeman was missing.

Continuing to look down, Gwen was shocked.

It was a panoramic photo taken by a helicopter at high altitude.

The bustling steel forest looked like a perfect round hole cut out by a pair of scissors.

The gray-yellow sand in the round hole forms a huge human face in the photo taken by a helicopter.

A fat boss's hideous, distorted, scary face.