I am not Spider-Man because I am parasitized by an alien!

"What?"

Strange panted slightly and looked at the other person in disbelief.

"I said. That was your dream, something you don't want to touch, Strange."

"No, that feeling is not like a dream, it is both real and unreal. What drug did you give me?"

He took a deep breath and asked the other person: "Is it a hallucinogenic drug lit by incense?"

As he spoke, he looked at the burning incense in the room.

"It's just incense, incense that calms you down, Stephen."

Strange grabbed his hair with his hands and still couldn't believe it was a dream.

"Why do you do this to me?"

The Ancient One smiled slightly, "I just want you to recognize your heart."

Strange continued to ask as if he didn't hear it: "Why did I see Christine disappear, why did I see Peter Parker after all the monsters disappeared into the darkness?"

"You should ask yourself, Mr. Strange."

The Ancient One said to him calmly: "You know that death is irreversible, and you also know clearly what the price is. The monster in the deepest part of your heart is hidden in the unfathomable abyss, and appears in the form of Peter Parker. "

When the Ancient One talked about Peter, her expression was slightly strange.

As a senior Supreme Sorcerer, she certainly knew about the existence of Spider-Man.

She also knew that the Darkhold had fallen into the hands of the other party.

As for Peter Parker, although she had explored countless worlds and dark and obscure spaces, looking for the unusual dark creatures under the other party, she never got any results.

In addition, she did not tell the truth to Strange.

Strange's dream was not an ordinary dream.

He will become the Supreme Sorcerer in the future, and the dreams he had represent some future predictions.

Peter Parker, will he be the darkness after all the darkness?

"I"

The Ancient One was thinking about Peter Parker, and Strange spoke.

After experiencing all this, he found that he had been wavering in what he had always insisted on.

The behavior just now was not something that ordinary people could do.

"Please teach me these."

Strange said to the Ancient One: "I want to master this ability."

"Now you are blinded by something, Strange, you can't control it."

"I will throw it away. "

Strange said in an almost pleading tone: "Please, I have nothing left."

Looking at Strange, who was bowing his head and looking depressed, the Ancient One finally nodded.

"That means your life will never be peaceful from now on."

"The peaceful life is broken."

Forest Hills, Queens, New York.

Uncle Ben and Aunt May finally came back from their vacation in Hawaii.

Uncle Ben, wearing sunglasses and dressed in a trendy way, said to Peter: "Peter, are you a little disappointed?"

"No."

Peter shook his head, "I actually care more about your gifts."

"Welcome home, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May."

Peter went forward and hugged the two people who hadn't seen each other for a long time.

Aunt May next to him hugged him affectionately and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"And Gwynne. "

She opened her arms to Gwen.

Gwen came over happily and hugged Aunt May.

Uncle Ben took out the gifts he had prepared.

"Kona coffee, the best coffee in Hawaii, and honey, made from local specialty flowers, have a different flavor. You can taste it and you will know that what I said is true. "

Uncle Ben took out all the gifts, but most of them were food and drink.

"Your uncle Ben actually forgot your gift. If I hadn't reminded him, he might have come back empty-handed."

Aunt May teased Uncle Ben.

"Ahem, actually, I have always remembered it in my heart."

Uncle Ben did not admit that he forgot the gift.

After coughing, he continued to take out some flower-shaped bracelets from his travel bag.

"This is a flower chain, Gwen, prepared for you."

"I have more?"

Gwen took the gift in surprise.

"Of course, everyone has a share. "

After sharing their experiences in Hawaii, Peter and Uncle Ben chatted alone.

"I saw what you did on the news, Peter, you make me proud."

Uncle Ben patted his shoulder.

"To be honest, Uncle Ben, I have done a lot of things, but I don't know which one you are talking about?"

Peter shook his head and said.

"Everything."

Uncle Ben did not say it directly, and the two maintained a tacit understanding between uncle and nephew.

"I know you, Peter, no matter how much you resist in your heart, you have always been on the path I expect."

Peter looked at Uncle Ben.

After returning from Hawaii, Uncle Ben's words became more profound.

"I may disappoint Uncle Ben. The so-called responsible heroes with powerful powers are noble, but I may not be a noble person, Uncle Ben."

Peter said to Uncle Ben: "But anyway, welcome back, Uncle Ben."

"There is not only one type of noble people, and... don't tell me that you have been ordering takeout during this period. "

Uncle Ben quickly changed the subject and looked around the kitchen suspiciously.

"Actually, this was Gwen's idea."

Peter immediately pushed Gwen out, "Gwen likes cheese and hamburgers, and I'm not good at these."

"It seems like we have to let Mei teach you and Gwen how to cook, otherwise it will be a problem who cooks dinner after you get married."

While Uncle Ben was talking, Aunt Mei's voice suddenly sounded.

"Coming over for lunch, Ben, Peter."

Aunt May called the two of them to have lunch.

Uncle Ben patted his shoulder and said, "Let's go."

After lunch, Gwen couldn't put it down and played with the gifts given to her by Aunt May and Uncle Ben.

"Although it was a lie at first, I think this kind of trip is good."

Gwen turned over on the bed, "Aunt May and Uncle Ben look a lot better."

When she and other Spider-Man fought against the Inheritors, she heard the Spider-Man talk about her life experience.

The most tragic thing Spider-Man has ever experienced is the death of Uncle Ben.

Uncle Ben in his own world is still alive. There is no better outcome than this.

"By the way, what did you say in the note you gave Strange before?"

Gwen came up curiously and asked.

"Did you see that?"

"Yes, my spider-sense is not for show."

Peter put aside the coffee powder given by Uncle Ben and said to her seriously: "I told him that there is a place that can permanently solve his pain."

"Are you serious?"

Gwen didn't believe there was such a thing.

"certainly."

"Then can you tell me where it is?"

Gwen became even more curious.

"No, because this kind of thing depends on talent. Gwen, you probably don't have that kind of talent."

"What talent?"

"The talent of a magician."

Peter looked at Gwen's body and said, "You are still suitable to use violent methods such as fists and spider silk to solve problems, rather than becoming Hermione."

Gwen was stunned for a moment, "Who is Hermione?"

She immediately jumped on Peter, "Tell me, is this the new woman you met?"

Peter: ".!"

late at night.

Brooklyn.

Stannie frowned as he drove the car on the road.

He had made several calls to his son and wife, but could not get through.

As an ordinary office worker, his life is the same as that of all ordinary people.

After graduating from high school, he went out to work, got married and had children very early, and worked in an electric power company.

After getting off the car, he came to the corridor in front of the door.

"Jack?"

He called his son's name, but there was no answer.

It was cool in the front hall, cool and dark.

Stannie's voice was like a stone thrown into a deep well in the silence.

He called again: "Jack?"

There was no sound, and the clock in the hall had stopped ticking. No one had bothered it this morning.

But there were footprints on the floor.

Stany walked into the living room and there was a smell of smoke.

There is an ashtray on the windowsill with a neat roll of cigarette ashes in it.

Then he glanced at the four beer cans placed neatly. His son and wife did not smoke or drink at all.

Taking a deep breath, he continued to move forward.

The inexplicable footprints approached the chair by the window, and among these footprints were mixed several vague ghost-like footprints that looked like animals.

With his heart pounding, Stany followed the footsteps toward the kitchen.

He opened the kitchen door and saw his legs spread open!

It's your neighbor!

His green overalls and flannel shirt were extremely conspicuous.

The other person lay sprawled in a large pool of dried blood.

"Damn it!"

Stany slapped his cheeks with both hands, trying desperately to calm down.

The question now should not be why the neighbor died in his kitchen.

Call the police!

Yes, the most important thing to do now is to call the police.

Trembling, he took out his cell phone and tried to call the police.

I accidentally caught my neighbor's eyes.

The other person's eyes were open, as if he was condemning him, and perhaps himself, for making this happen.

Forcing himself to look away and not look into the other person's eyes, he suddenly remembered that he was doing something stupid.

He still doesn’t know the safety of his son and wife!

"Damn it!"

Stannie's feet seemed to move on their own, and he ran upstairs quickly.

Then he felt something move above his head, something scraping.

The thing that came suddenly ran very fast and disappeared in an instant.

Stany's hands were shaking, but he controlled them.

Calmly, he walked to the locker, reached inside and pulled out a pistol.

Then he tore all the bags on top, took out the bullets in the bags and loaded them as quickly as possible.

After getting ready, he quickly crossed the living room, stood at the bottom of the stairs, and called, "Jack?"

Chirping laughter came from somewhere dark upstairs.

This cold laughter caused goosebumps to rise on Stannie's back.

He held the gun tightly and walked quickly up the stairs.

It seemed like a long way to the top of the stairs.

He could even imagine now what it felt like for a man sentenced to death to walk towards the platform with his hands tied behind his back.

No!

He may have walked a longer road than he did.

Stany finally reached the top of the stairs.

He held the pistol in one hand and just stared into the darkness ahead.

He swallowed nervously, feeling that his reason was about to give in.

This was a real and terrifying feeling, as if he was facing an unknown monster.

"Hey, Jack, is that you?"

No one answered him, and there was another "giggle" of laughter on the stairs.

Stanney turned around abruptly.

As a result, he saw a scene that frightened him extremely.

He saw his wife.

She was lying in the hall upstairs, without any movement.

Her legs were apart, her back and head were against the wall, and she looked extremely frightened and creepy.

Trembling, he walked towards his wife in disbelief.

There was a lot of blood splashed on the wallpaper.

He found that his wife had been stabbed more than a dozen times, or even more than twenty times.

"No!"

He almost collapsed mentally, and knelt down and made a painful sound.

Stanney's scream of pain echoed in the room, and the sound came from his throat, like the bells in hell.

The sound of losing reason does not indicate the end of love but the end of reason.

"Da!"

Suddenly!

A sound suddenly rang in his ears.

It was like the sound of a fuse that had burned out and could never be repaired.

Stanney numbly raised his head, with a painful roar still in his throat. He finally saw his son.

Jack's mouth was covered with blood.

Blood was still dripping from his chin, his lips were pulled back in a terrible grin, and one hand was holding a kitchen knife.

When his son raised the knife to chop him, Stanney took a step back with a blank mind, and the knife in his hand "swish" across his cheek, causing the other party to stumble.

Although he was holding a gun, Stanney didn't have the heart to shoot.

The other party had a face like his son, so he didn't dare to shoot at all.

Although he knew that the death of his neighbor and his wife must be related to Jack.

With a "bang", Stanney kicked Jack's foot from below.

The other party immediately fell to the ground.

Without waiting for him to get up, Stanney threw himself on him, straddling him, and one knee pressed tightly on the hand holding the kitchen knife.

"Who are you? You are not my son. What did you do to him?"

Stanney roared at him.

But the man he pinned down did not speak. His face was twisted and his eyes were full of evil.

Stanney reached out and grabbed a rope used for car repairs.

He had to act quickly. The thing under him was as slippery as a fish, and no matter how he pressed the wrist holding the knife, the other party would not let go and drop the kitchen knife.

The other party's face seemed to fluctuate and change, even when he was looking at it.

The face of the thing turned into the face of his neighbor, staring at him lifelessly.

Then it turned into Stanney's own face, pale and crazy.

Then it turned into the face of a terrifying monster, with a long chin, lifeless eyes, a long pointed and scaly tongue, and a "hissing" sound with bared teeth.

"No, no, no-no-no-no-no-!"

The thing kept struggling under his body.

The rope that Stanney was holding slipped out of his hand and rolled to the side.

The strange monster screamed, twisted, and rolled under him, almost knocking him aside.

A greater force suddenly came from the monster he was holding down.

He was thrown out before he could react, and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Stani, who was dizzy from the blow, looked up at him.

He seemed to see his son for a moment, the true face of his own son, with his face full of displeasure and pain.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

With a surge of power in his body, he stood up suddenly and pounced on the monster that had turned into his son.

"Bang!"

The "Queen" suddenly appeared in the darkness and pounced on a guy with a gun.

The guy who had just robbed the jewelry store and killed the clerk had his head crushed by the Queen's claws.

Peter, who was standing next to him, looked at the mess on the ground and issued an order in his mind sea for the Queen to clean up the scene quickly.

The Queen leaned her head over intimately.

Peter looked at the blood splattered on the other's head and stopped the "Queen" with some disgust.

The "Queen" didn't care either, bit the other's body and prepared to take it to a deserted place.

As a mutant, the "Queen" was not interested in human corpses.

But it had a very high IQ and had learned how to "destroy the body".

It even learned how to dig a pit.

As for why he appeared here.

Gwen saw the news of the jewelry store being robbed on the news and was ready to catch the robbers.

As a result, she encountered another illegal crime on the way.

She could only entrust Peter to bring these guys to justice.

So Peter killed all these guys.

Sorry, the trial and conviction are decided by the judge or God.

And I am responsible for sending you to see God.

As for Gwen's questioning afterwards, Peter could easily push the blame to the "Queen".

I just asked the "Queen" to help stop it, it was too heavy.

Standing in the alley, Peter sighed.

The egg I put next to the "Queen" for her to help hatch has not yet hatched.

The Kree egg that was snatched from Dr. Minerva in the 616 main universe should not be an ordinary egg. Should I ask Tony Stark or Reed to help take a look?

Just as he was thinking, the "Queen" who had returned suddenly raised her head and looked into the distance in the night.

The "Queen" who was in an excited state seemed to have found some prey.

The "Queen" immediately expressed her urge to hunt to him.

Peter stared into the distance, and he faintly felt a kind of evil breath.

It was similar to the breath of the previous heir that he didn't like, and even more disgusting.

"Okay, but remember not to show up in front of ordinary people."

After Peter said to it, the "Queen" immediately disappeared in the green belt.

After the "Queen" disappeared, Peter was worried about the other party's safety and decided to follow.

After all, the "Queen" is a combination of himself and Helen, which is of great significance.

He naturally didn't want the other party to get into trouble.

"Hua La!"

Wings grew from his back.

This time Peter did not use spider silk to fly in the air, but used vampire power to rush directly to the destination.

Based on the traces of the "Queen", he soon landed in front of a house in Brooklyn.

The moment he landed, a strong smell of blood immediately came to him.