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

In addition, according to the investigation, Stanislav's wife had a rendezvous with a neighbor during the day and accidentally caused the death of their eight-year-old son while driving.

After burying the body, the two men, perhaps fearing discovery, dug it up again.

A security camera in a parking lot captured the two committing the crime.

The police are still investigating what happened at the scene afterward.

"Forehead"

After reading the news, Aunt Mei glanced at Uncle Ben.

"This is news that is not suitable for children."

Aunt Mei came over to turn off the TV.

“Peter and Gwen are adults; they are far more mature than we imagine.”

Uncle Ben, however, disagreed.

"A monster? To be honest, I've seen them before."

Uncle Ben coughed and said.

Gwen cast a curious glance at him. "Really? Uncle Ben?"

“I never lie, Gwen.”

Uncle Ben sat down on the sofa. “Have you ever felt this way? In the heat of September, the sun is shining on your back, but suddenly you feel a sense of fear and darkness engulf you, and you feel cold all over, with goosebumps on your arms and back.”

"Your heart is pounding, your scalp is tingling, and you feel your adrenaline levels rising rapidly. At this moment, your eyes not only widen but also bulge out due to increased blood pressure and intracranial fluid pressure, all in a state of extreme fear."

Uncle Ben paused for a moment, building up enough suspense, before continuing, "You have no idea what I saw after experiencing this feeling."

Gwen became nervous as she listened to her uncle's serious tone.

Aunt May chimed in, "That's just a psychological fear. People experience it sometimes, a fleeting moment of reverie, that's all. There are no ghosts or monsters in the world."

“I didn’t see any ghosts or monsters, Mei. I saw a man in a red cloak. His expression was somewhat ferocious, his eyes were black, and he swallowed the horse in front of me whole.”

"This is absurd, Ben. Is this a dream you've had before?"

Aunt Mei felt that her husband's fabrication this time was not particularly interesting.

At the very least, it doesn't stand up to scrutiny.

"This happened when I was young, when my mind was still quite sharp, and I should remember the difference between dreams and reality."

"What then?"

Gwen asked Uncle Ben, "What happened next?"

Uncle Ben said, "Later, he probably wanted to devour me, but it seems that something pulled him back. Maybe he was a monster or demon from hell, and he was pulled back into his place."

As Peter listened to Uncle Ben's words, he recalled the battle between the "Queen" alien and that monster last night.

If anyone witnesses the scene and says they saw a monster.

I'm afraid I'll be suspected just like Uncle Ben, right?

“But you’ve never told me about this before, Ben.”

Aunt May still didn't quite believe it.

"Because I know no one would believe me if I told them, and I don't want to be sent to a mental hospital."

"No, you're wrong, Ben. If you tell these things to the kids now, you could get yourself sent to a mental hospital."

Aunt May glanced at the clock on the wall. "Alright, kids, I need to prepare lunch. Stan's goosebumps time is over. Ben, come help me bake some pancakes; I can't control the heat by myself."

(Stan: RL Stan, author of the horror novel series "Goosebumps")

Gwen watched Uncle Ben's retreating figure and asked Peter, "Peter, do you think what Uncle Ben said is true?"

"Who knows!"

Peter did not answer.

He believed that Uncle Ben was not the kind of person who liked to make up stories.

But perhaps he really did remember it wrong.

It's also possible that Uncle Ben really did see some kind of monster.

"Unfortunately, I don't have a time machine to go back in time and see what happened."

Peter patted Gwen on the head.

Gwen: "."

I don't believe you! Do you think you're some kind of time management guru?

It can manipulate time at will!

at the same time.

Along the long, winding New Jersey highways.

Hot steam licked the gray gravel road surface, and the yellow dotted lines between the roads gradually melted, like blocks of butter.

A sexy blonde girl stood by the roadside, waving at the passing cars.

"Squeak!"

Soon, a truck pulled up to the side of the road.

The driver, wearing a North Carolina cap and sunglasses, stuck his head out and asked, "Hey, miss, want a ride?"

He deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke, and the brim of his hat was pulled down so that his face could not be seen.

A driver who seems to have ill intentions would probably deter most hitchhikers.

But the blonde woman seemed not to notice and got into the car.

The truck was clean and not filled with junk food containers and strange smells as she had imagined.

“This road has been dangerous lately; wild animals are said to frequently roam here. Hiking here is a risky move.”

The driver started the car and drove forward, casually saying something to her.

"I am not afraid of wild animals."

The blonde woman shook her head and said.

"Most girls are afraid of wild animals."

The driver turned on the radio and searched for stations to listen to the news.

"The Fields baseball team hasn't been playing very well this year, but they're actually quietly building up their strength—"

"—Rain will continue to intensify over the next four days; we are on the edge of Tropical Storm Esmeralda—"

"A jazz anthology from Zechter, Mumbai, is now part of our global 'Café Sounds' program—"

While listening to the news, the driver asked the woman, "May I know your name?"

"Katie Martin".

The blonde woman said with a smile.

"Uh-huh, I'm Scott."

The driver looked up as he spoke, “Scott Summers, by the way, you should have come up with a more reasonable name. ‘Katie Martin’ sounds like one of those sweetheart names common in the American Midwest, but it’s not so common here.”

Upon hearing the other person say his name was Scott Summers, the blonde woman immediately looked at him warily.

However, she was a step too late.

Scott reached for his sunglasses, which instantly turned from black to red.

The accumulated powerful laser energy burst out with a "boom" and impacted her body.

"Boom!"

She was thrown out along with the truck door, and slammed to the ground with a thud.

"Squeak!"

The truck was suddenly slammed on the brakes while it was moving.

Scott jumped out of the car and strode toward the woman lying on the ground.

He knew that the other party couldn't possibly be defeated so easily.

Sure enough, under his gaze, the woman who had been lying on the ground stood up expressionlessly.

The clothes on the body slowly peeled away, and the skin turned from white to blue.

In the blink of an eye, the blonde woman transformed into a fiery woman with flowing red hair and blue skin.

The limited amount of fabric was insufficient to cover the chest and vital areas; instead, it subtly revealed glimpses, leaving much to the imagination.

This is a woman who uses even less fabric than a vampire princess.

"A sneak attack? That's not the kind of tactic the X-Men, who claim to be righteous and pursue peace, should use."

The woman said with a cold laugh.

"Justice won't be used on you, Mystique."

Scott frowned and said, "We're not friends, and any means are understandable when dealing with enemies."

"You are becoming more and more like those unscrupulous people."

Mystique raised her hand, then took a step forward under Scott's gaze.

Before Scott could react, he was sent flying at a speed that seemed to teleport him.

He rolled along the ground and crashed heavily into a fire hydrant.

Scott, lying on the ground, was filled with immense shock.

He had fought the mutant in front of him before.

Mystique, Raven Darkholm, possesses the superpower to transform into anyone and to alter the position of her body parts to prevent fatal injuries in critical situations.

She can alter her own cells and tissue structure, allowing her to transform into anyone, including her iris, fingerprints, skin texture, voice, and even gender; her clothing can also mimic the texture of any garment, even glasses.

This is also why she rarely wears clothes.