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

Upon hearing this, Peter apologized, "I'm sorry."

"No, that's all in the past."

Wright's expression was calm. "People are born, grow old, get sick, and die. I'm not sad about it now. At least he has happy memories, which is enough. Many people live to old age, most people live to their sixties, and then they start to suffer from diseases, such as cancer, stroke, heart disease, and sometimes diabetes or pneumonia. In short, it's a never-ending ordeal."

"Tragedy is inevitable, but in this country, tragedy usually lies not in how a person dies, but in how he lives."

Peter nodded. "Hmm."

He neither agreed nor disagreed with what Uncle Shrek said.

The car continued driving forward in the darkness, passing through a grove of trees.

Raindrops began to fall from the sky.

Just as Wright was focused on driving, a dark shadow suddenly flashed past in front of the car.

Then came a loud bang!

The car seemed to have hit something and paused for a moment.

Startled, Wright quickly slammed on the brakes.

Thinking he had hit someone, he quickly walked to the front of the car.

It turned out that they hadn't bumped into a person, but a deer.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to squat down to take a look when he looked up and saw Peter standing in front of him, having gotten off the bus at some point.

Chapter 193 My Uncle Ben couldn't be that bad!

Peter examined the mangled elk and found that the blood inside its body seemed to have disappeared.

It looked as if the blood in its body had been drained by something.

"Is something wrong?"

Seeing Peter's expression, Wright asked Peter a question.

"It seems that the blood in this deer's body has been completely drained."

Peter stood up and gazed into the darkness of the woods, trying to discern something from it.

Sensing the powerful aura emanating from Peter, Wright looked uneasily into the depths of the woods.

But in the end, we saw nothing.

The next day.

Queens, New York.

Peter took off his sunglasses and put down the atlas in his hand.

Because the road layout and transportation planning in this world are significantly different from those in New York, he can only find Parker's house by using a map.

After parting ways with Wright last night, he robbed some gangsters and got some money, then stayed at a hotel for the night.

Looking at the house in front of him, which was somewhat similar to Uncle Ben's house, Peter put on his baseball cap and sunglasses again to disguise himself.

"Button! Button! Button!"

He knocked on the door and soon heard a voice coming from inside.

"Who?"

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man, resembling Uncle Ben but with a somewhat fierce look in his face, opened the door, looked at Peter standing outside, and asked impatiently, "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is this the Parker family's house?"

"Parker?"

Upon hearing the name Parker, the middle-aged man paused for a moment, then sized up Peter.

"You think this is fun, kid?"

The middle-aged man glared at Peter fiercely. "This is the Parnell family home, not some damn Parker. If you're that kid Barton's classmate playing pranks, get the hell out of here, or I'll definitely break your legs."

The man, who called himself Parnell and had a menacing look on his face, seemed to have violent tendencies and immediately threatened to break Peter's legs.

Peter frowned, ignoring the other party's clamor and falling into thought.

Isn't this Parker's house?

But the other person looks very similar to Uncle Ben.

Could it be that in this parallel world, Uncle Ben's counterpart is a bastard?

and also

Is the Patton that the other party is referring to his own counterpart?

"Barton?"

Peter looked up at him and asked, "Where is he?"

"How should I know? You should ask him, not me. I'm just his uncle, not his damn father."

Parnell was about to continue cursing when Peter grabbed his hand.

Parnell, whose wrist was being gripped, immediately let out a pig-like scream of pain.

Despite the excruciating pain, he gritted his teeth and tried to throw a punch at Peter, but Peter grabbed his head and slammed it against the door frame with a "thud".

Now, tell me, where is your nephew?

Dizzy and disoriented from the impact, Parnell pleaded repeatedly, "I'll talk, I'll talk, please don't hit me!"

Meanwhile, not far from Peter's place is Midtown High School.

Sarah Jane listened impatiently to her female classmates' discussion.

These unrestrained high school students always talk about hormones and youthful topics.

Sarah Jane couldn't help but say to her friends, "Can you guys shut up a bit? Maybe we can talk about the exams this weekend."

"We're not exactly good students."

Listening to her classmates describe those events with such bizarre metaphors, Sarah Jane felt that her friends were too unrestrained.

"Honestly, I really admire you guys. You failed the exam last time and got a scolding, but now you're acting like nothing happened."

My friend shrugged and said, “This is our true talent: to instantly forget all our troubles, and no matter if we are surrounded by wilderness or a thousand troops, we just need to sharpen our heads and get out. This is Zen, the art of suppression.”

"Okay, you always have your reasons."

Sarah Jane suddenly remembered something, "By the way, have you seen Genie lately?"

Gini is one of the bullies in high school, and is hated by everyone.

This guy used to always wander around the campus.

But Sarah Jane hadn't seen him in a long time.

"No, it's been a long time since I've seen him. I heard his family is also looking for him."

Sarah Jane looked thoughtful. "So, he's really missing?"

She suddenly remembered that the last time she saw Ginny, it was when Ginny was talking to Barton.

Was Barton the last person Keeny saw before he disappeared?

As Sarah Jane gazed at the rainy field, her mood soured.

I hope nothing bad will happen to my neighbor.

At night, Sarah Jane walked home with an umbrella in hand.

The air was filled with the smell of damp earth.

The occasional bright light from passing cars made it almost impossible for her to open her eyes.

I really wish I had a pair of sunglasses to wear.

She tried to contact Barton during the day, but couldn't get through.

This neighbor of mine, who's a friend on social media, rarely takes time off work.

Sarah Jane hates the night and hates the rain.

Her skin felt a little uncomfortable from the rain.

She walked forward, lost in thought, becoming increasingly preoccupied.

She had a feeling that something was going to happen soon.

For some reason, she remembered the hair dyeing she did yesterday.

She suddenly regretted dyeing her hair black; perhaps red would have suited her better.

Blackbirds are always associated with death and are considered an ominous symbol.

She shuffled along the desolate path in her boots, heading home.

The shortcut involves passing through a cemetery, and the nearby roads are somewhat remote with few pedestrians.

She had been walking this road for fifteen minutes, maybe a little longer, but it felt like a lifetime.

She felt lonely, helpless, and desolate, as if she had been tricked by someone.

Sarah Jane hadn't felt this way in a long time.

She's always been the one with the most secrets, and she's always been the most cheerful, so why is she acting so strangely today?!

At this moment, however, it felt as if every nerve in her body was electrified, and anxiety was spreading rampantly throughout her body.

She didn't know why, but she had a feeling something was going to happen.

She continued walking, the road slippery and smelling of rain, leading to her home.

After turning a corner, a dilapidated fence came into view, with a painted mailbox standing in front of it.

Beyond the fence, a dilapidated tombstone can be seen.

She seemed to hear strange noises coming from the cemetery.