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

Using this as a small drone to explore the underground world Helen described would be a good approach.

"Okay, but you have to save one for me."

Reed knew that Peter was a dog, and it would be difficult to get back what he had taken, so he had no choice but to give in.

Peter casually placed tens of thousands of dollars on the table and asked Reed, whose eyes were shining, "How's the research on the time travel machine going?"

"Some key materials are missing, and some items can only be bought on the black market."

Reed takes Peter into his basement world.

This little world is his secret base.

He never brought anyone in.

Despite the cluttered basement, it didn't feel dark at all.

The bright lights illuminated the entire space.

In the very center, there is a metal chair, its various complex parts making it look like a garbage truck.

"Although I've tried buying online, there are still some people who insist on face-to-face transactions. Can you help me?"

Reed asked Peter.

"what do you need?"

“There are many. I’ll make a list later. Thank you, Parker.”

Reed's expression brightened, and he quickly handed Peter the list he had already prepared.

Somewhat speechless, Peter took the list from the other party and suddenly felt that it was a bit unreliable.

Am I just playing house with a child?

The ghosts he saw in the swamp last night seemed more credible to him than the so-called time machine before him.

Although he really wanted to ask if the other person was joking, he hesitated when he thought about the other person's name, Mr. Fantastic.

Moreover, I just created a gem wasp surveillance system, so I'll put aside my doubts for now.

"So you used this chair for time travel? If so, how do you get back?"

Peter frowned and asked him.

"No, there's an even simpler way. I can condense it into a bracelet. Using this bracelet, it might be possible to travel through different dimensions of space and time. That shouldn't be difficult."

Reed said confidently to Peter.

Chapter 143 I Became a Mysterious Guest?!

Peter was very skeptical that the other party could do it.

Even Tony Stark's time machine, created in Endgame, didn't reach this level.

"There shouldn't be any major problems. I'm not saying anything unexpected, but some unexpected issues can always arise during development."

Reed indicated that there was no problem with the general direction.

After asking Reed a few questions about time machines, Peter paused for a moment, then asked him, "What do you think of ghosts?"

"You mean the monsters in Goosebumps?"

Reed tilted his head and thought for a moment before saying, "It's very creative, but I don't want to run into that kind of thing. Or do you have a friend who's been possessed? Like the exorcists in the movies."

Although Reed seems like a science whiz, he is also very interested in scary topics like ghosts.

“You know what? I had a friend who was possessed by a demon. His family brought in a nun, someone from the church. Later, the nun found a guy named Damon.”

Reed said to Peter with great interest, "Although that guy was very unreliable, he didn't look for the cross when he came in, but went to the toilet, until he came to the top floor and saw a guy with fire in his eyes who was possessed by the devil."

Do you know what happened next?

"Do not."

Peter stated that his role was simply to listen, and he was not required to offer any opinions.

"Well, it turns out that guy named Damon immediately sprinkled some holy water, and then my friend was exorcised."

Peter frowned at Reed, who was beaming. "Is it really that simple?"

"Of course not. The exorcist named Damon told him, 'Stop pretending. This isn't holy water. It's just tap water that you fill up in the toilet.'"

Reed told the truth.

"My friend wasn't possessed by a demon. He just wanted to skip class, so he caused this scene. You think that's the end of it? Actually, no. My friend got angry and wanted to punch the other person, but suddenly a ring of fire appeared under their feet."

"This is incredible. Although my friend wasn't actually possessed by a demon, that guy named Damon is a real exorcist."

As Peter listened to the other person's story, he began to suspect that the person might have been deceived by a friend.

Are you sure you're not telling a ghost story?

Peter reached out and pinched his cheek.

"Of course not. I also found information about that exorcist named Damon. He's a university professor. Oh, and he also has a sister who's the big boss of an auction house."

Reed glanced at Peter's hand pinching his cheek with disdain and said to Peter, "So I believe that since real exorcists exist in this world, maybe there really are demons."

"However, science is based on positivism, which means that science only focuses on phenomena that can be verified through observation, experimentation, and data analysis. Therefore, if we want to use science to prove that ghosts exist, we must find evidence that can prove that ghosts exist."

Reed said somewhat dejectedly, "I can't explain it with science."

"But science cannot prove that it does not exist."

Peter said to him, “Just as humans cannot prove that there is no God.”

"I don't understand psychology and behavioral science. Perhaps it's related to the human mental world. The human brain and nervous system are the foundation for consciousness and thought. Everything we perceive is interpreted and processed by the brain. If ghosts exist, they must exist in our physical world, or at least interact with our physical world."

Although Reed was young, he still hoped to understand these things through science.

"So maybe it's related to magic, which is another subject I need to learn."

Reed blinked and asked Peter, "Why are we talking about this? Are you going to take me to a horror movie?"

"No!"

Peter shook his head and said to Reed, "A friend of mine said he recently saw the legendary Wendigo."

"Wendigo!"

Reed's eyes widened. "It's one of those cannibalistic monsters from legends! I read about it in 'Goosebumps,' where a mine collapsed and the miners inside resorted to cannibalism, turning into these monsters!"

Reed, who seemed to be a big fan of the Goosebumps series, immediately started rummaging through the drawers and cabinets in the room.

"By the way, I once invented something."

He pulled out something that looked like a watch from somewhere and put it on his wrist.

“Using neural perception, I can project what’s in my mind, like this.”

As he closed his eyes, a virtual image suddenly appeared in front of Peter.

"You mean this kind of ghost? Actually, I used to play this kind of prank all the time to scare the students around me. Benjamin (the Stone Man) was almost scared to death by the monster I created. Perhaps what your friend saw was this kind of fake image, like the magnetic field of that space recording the image and then projecting it."

Peter recalled the scene in the swamp; although Wendigo ignored him, it didn't look like a projection.

But he began to take an interest in the gadgets Reed was holding.

A device that projects a person's thoughts—how could the other side even come up with such an incredible invention?

Now he's somewhat certain that the other party might actually be going to create a time-travel bracelet.

"Thank you for your explanation. I will pass it on to my friend."

As Peter spoke, he took the watch off Reed's hand and put it on his own.

Based on the abilities demonstrated by Mr. Wonder, or now we should call him Wonder Boy.

Perhaps he could help me see the abnormal embryonic structure in my chest.

Peter was thinking about how to use Reed to help him solve his problems, and the image of the alien also appeared in his mind.

A terrifying alien, its exoskeleton shrouded in darkness and drool dripping from its mouth, appeared instantly in the room, projected from Peter's mind.

The lifelike alien, radiating a murderous aura, instantly intimidated Reed.

Thinking he was about to be eaten, Reed rolled his eyes and fainted.

When Peter came to his senses, he saw Reed lying unconscious on the ground.

Is the reaction really that strong?

Peter looked at Reed, who had fainted from fright after being projected by the alien, and fell into deep thought.

The next day.

Gwen got up early and made coffee downstairs.

She was still thinking about the ghost after she and Peter parted ways last night.

It's not a question of whether it's a ghost spider or a Gwen spider.

It's a question about real ghosts.

She had a dream.

Now the dream jumped into her mind on its own, making her bite her lip again.

The Disneyland I dreamed about before seems to have naturally become intertwined with that thing in my dream.

She dreamt that something approached her and destroyed all her good dreams and good intentions forever.

She couldn't make out what it looked like, but she wasn't the only one who saw it this time.

There are countless Spider-Men similar to himself, including Peter Parker.

God knows why there are so many Spider-Men there!

Does this mean there's another Spider-Man in this world besides myself and Peter?

Why don't we all form a group and debut together!

Gwen stirred her coffee and looked out at the sunlight.

A Spider-Man dressed in a black and white uniform, looking somewhat like Peter Parker, appeared ghost-like and lifeless, carrying something wrapped in a sack.