In American comics, drawing cards reveals wave-particle duality

As Connors slowly injected the tube of emerald green serum into the remaining broken part of his left arm.

His breathing almost stopped.

The laboratory, which he had locked on purpose, was eerily silent, with only the faint hum of instruments vibrating in the air.

Connors' eyes were fixed on the injection site, his pupils dilated in anticipation, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

For the first few seconds, there was only a slight stinging sensation, like tiny black ants gnawing at the flesh.

Connors bit his lower lip so hard that he was unaware that it was bleeding.

"It will definitely work..."

Connors whispered in his heart.

Before long, a warm, tingling sensation spread from the severed limb, as if countless bone-eating bubbles were bursting and foaming under the skin.

Connors' eyes widened.

He discovered that his left arm was actually showing signs of regeneration in a strange and fascinating way.

The bones are like pale white branches extending abruptly in the air, and the dark yellow surface flows and spreads bit by bit like tar.

Next came the blood vessels. Blue and red tubes intertwined into a complex network of patterns. Muscle tissue covered them like a sticky slurry, gradually taking shape and tightening.

Finally, the skin, a layer of gauze just curled up like bean skin, fits tightly, and gently covers the entire arm.

Connors carefully moved his new fingers, feeling the flexibility of each joint.

The touch from my fingertips is so real, yet so strange.

"Ah……"

Connors couldn't help but let out a strange laugh, with wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. There was joy and a hint of hysteria in that laugh.

“I performed a miracle.”

He muttered to himself, with a hint of madness in his eyes.

“I have conquered nature and defeated evolution…I am the modern-day Jehovah.”

However, even as he was ecstatic, a sense of uneasiness quietly crept into Connors' heart.

He discovered that his new arm looked a little...wrong.

The surface of the skin has an unnatural green luster, and the nails are longer and sharper than normal people's.

"This is……"

Connors stood up and raised his new arm.

Under the light of the laboratory, the arm took on a strange luster, as if covered with a thin layer of scales.

He stared at the arm so fascinated that he didn't notice that his pupils were slowly turning into vertical slits, like a reptile's eyes.

Just at this moment, a sharp pain suddenly came from the spine. Connors screamed and arched his body.

He quickly walked to the mirror in front of the laboratory sink.

"This...this is impossible!"

Connors gripped the edge of the sink so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the strain.

In the mirror.

His skin began to take on a sickly green hue, and marks of rotting moss spread across the surface of his skin.

The tiny scales were like some kind of horrible parasites, crawling out of the pores at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At first there were only a few flakes, but in a blink of an eye it spread across the entire face and neck like a plague.

Connors watched in horror as his human features completely disappeared in just a few minutes, replaced by a disgusting reptilian face.

He reached out his hand tremblingly to touch his face, and the touch from his fingertips made his whole body tremble.

It was no longer the familiar warm skin, but some kind of cold and rough foreign object.

The edges of the scales are as sharp as a knife, and a slight touch will leave a bloody mark on the fingertips.

Connors pulled his hand back abruptly, staring at the blood oozing from his fingertips, a feeling of nausea rising in his throat.

Suddenly, his vision was violently distorted, and the whole world was stretched and deformed. When his vision refocused, Connors was horrified to find that his senses had become abnormally sharp.

He could even see every detail of the spider's web in the corner of the laboratory and distinguish the subtle vibrations as the second hand of the clock on the wall moved.

The air was filled with various smells, some of which were unfamiliar to him.

His ears were filled with countless tiny sounds - the sound of water flowing in the pipes, the crawling of rats in the walls, and the hustle and bustle of the streets in the distance. This sudden sensory overload almost made him faint.

Connors wanted to shout, but found that his voice had completely distorted, replaced by a strange deep and hoarse tone.

Open your mouth, and your tongue will pop out uncontrollably——

It was no longer a human tongue, but a long, forked snake tongue.

Connors looked in the mirror at his open mouth, which was filled with sharp fangs.

A fishy-smelling saliva overflowed from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the sink, making a hissing corrosive sound.

At this moment, a sharp pain once again rushed from the spine to the brain like an electric current.

Connors arched his body in pain, clutching his chest with both hands. He could clearly feel the bones in his body reorganizing and the muscles stretching, as if countless knives were cutting back and forth in his body.

His body began to twist and deform, his limbs stretched out, and his nails grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, soon turning into a set of sharp claws.

The most horrifying thing is the change in the back.

Connors could feel his spine stretching, his skin stretching tighter and tighter.

at last……

With a "pop" sound.

The skin on Connors' back cracked, and blood and tissue fluid splattered out, leaving bloodstains on the ground.

A long, scaly tail slowly emerged from the crack, swaying restlessly in the air.

As his body deformed, Connors felt that his mind was also changing.

He began to have a strong aversion to the bright laboratory lights, and a desire for dark and damp places quickly took over his mind.

Hearing the squeaking of the mice in the corner of the lab, Connors felt an uncontrollable hunger.

A low roar came out of his throat unconsciously, and saliva dripped from between his fangs.

Connors struggled desperately to stay awake, but the animal impulses washed over his consciousness like a tide.

His vision began to blur, his brain was gradually swallowed up by a primitive chaos, and his sanity was like a candle in the wind, crumbling.

Not long after, a gleam of light as cold as a poisonous snake burst out from his eyes.

He, or say it.

I want to leave here temporarily.

But it didn't notice that the TV in the laboratory was playing a real-time news report.

In the picture, Sheriff George Stacy is speaking at the police briefing desk.

"Dear journalists and fellow citizens, I am standing here today to announce an important decision."

He paused, his eyes becoming more stern and serious.

"Effective immediately, the New York City Police Department will pursue the masked vigilante who calls himself 'Spider-Man.'"

Upon hearing this, the media and audience in the audience burst into exclamations and discussions.

Sheriff George raised his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, and continued.

"Over the past few days, this so-called vigilante may have seemingly helped some citizens... However, we cannot ignore the fact that his actions were illegal and a blatant challenge to our legal system."

"We absolutely cannot tolerate a person wearing a mask and not being restrained doing whatever he wants in our city."

"He used violence without any training or legal authority."

"This behavior is not only dangerous, it is a threat to our democratic society."

“We are a society governed by the rule of law. If everyone thinks they can ignore the law and do whatever they want, then our society will fall into chaos.

Spider-Man's actions, no matter what his motivations, are encouraging more people to follow his example, which will lead to more violence and disorder."

Having said that, George's eyes suddenly became sharp.

"Therefore, I am here today to officially announce that Spider-Man has been listed as our most wanted criminal."

"Once we find his whereabouts, we will do our best to hunt him down."

"At the same time, I urge all citizens with relevant information to report to the police immediately if you have any information about Spider-Man's identity or whereabouts."

In the hospital, Peter, who was watching TV in front of Uncle Ben's bed, suddenly received a call from his girlfriend Gwen.

After becoming Spider-Man, Peter was full of confidence and soon won Gwen over.

When Uncle Ben got into trouble, Peter's only comfort was having Gwen.

With sweetness in his heart, Peter answered the phone.

"Peter?"

"I'm here, what's wrong?"

"My dad wants to see you."

"He said he wanted to get to know my boyfriend better... Don't be nervous Peter, it's just a family dinner."