Chapter 192 Is there no Spider-Man in the parallel world?

Feeling the different scent in the air, Peter's cape instantly opened up behind him and slid down.

The environment in front of him was a dim night, and the air was filled with a different smell from what he usually felt.

"Boom!"

Peter put his feet on the ground and looked around.

This seems to be an interstate highway. There is a rusty sign on the side of the road with the number "40" written on it, which looks like Interstate 40.

Peter looked around but saw no sign of Gwen.

I took out my cell phone and found that the electronic products I brought with me could still be used, but there was no signal.

I glanced at the positioning bracelet on my wrist and found that the positioning system on the screen was damaged, and the messy numbers formed the words "51412".

Didn’t that naughty kid Reed say that he could return to his original world within a second?

Did this guy screw up?
And Gwen was separated from him.

"Shet!"

Cursing silently, he stuffed his phone, which had no signal, into his pocket.

The priority now is to find Gwen.

The two of them entered the time tunnel from the "bubble" together, and Gwen must have also entered this unknown world.

It is estimated that the two people landed in different locations when they entered this world.

Looking at the desolate place around him, Peter frowned.

Maybe it was because the heavy rain had just stopped, the highway, like a jade belt, was sparkling.

The air was filled with the smell of moist asphalt, which easily reminded people of earthworms crawling across wet gravel.

A car whizzed past, and Peter could only see the glaring headlights slowly approaching, and then the neon-like taillights gradually moving away.

Just as he lowered his head in thought, a strong white light shone over him.

Peter looked up. It was the headlights of a car, and behind the bright light was a huge, roaring black shadow.

There was a continuous hissing sound from the hydraulic brakes of an unattached eighteen-wheeler.

As Peter watched, the truck slowly slid to the side of the road and stopped, the gravel being crushed by the huge tires, making a "crunching" sound.

In the strong light, Peter quickly saw the outline of the driver in front of the light.

The driver was a white male with a burly build who looked like Shrek.

"Shrek" stuck his head out of the car and asked Peter, "Want a ride?"

His voice boomed like a huge bell, drowning out even the sound of the idling engine.

Peter glanced at the other man and shrugged, "Of course."

He knew nothing about this world and needed a local to ask about the situation.

Of course, if the other party has bad intentions, he doesn't mind sending him to his death.

Peter said nothing after he got in the car.

The highway seemed to have no end. It was pitch black outside the car window, with only the headlights in front emitting a long beam of light that split the night in two.

The pine trees and signposts on the roadside emerged from the darkness and then quickly disappeared into the darkness behind the car.

Like the truck driver from "Shrek the Monsters," he's a big guy.

The other person's hands felt like sandbags, his shoulders were as strong as a bull, and his chest was like a stone pillar.

The truck's cab was equally clean and tidy, almost ridiculously clean, without even a speck of dust to be seen.

"Where are you going?"

After examining Peter, Shrek asked him.

"Anywhere," Peter replied. "Let's go to the nearest city."

"Nearest city?"

Shrek looked at Peter and said, "That's Lakeport. You're still a student, right? You look very young."

"Yes."

Peter replied casually.

Lakeport is in northeastern New York, very close, and it seems that I have traveled to the vicinity of New York City.

If this is a parallel world, is there another Peter Parker in New York?

Is this world's Peter Parker Spider-Man?

If he was, had he been killed by the heir family?

Watching the scenery flashing quickly outside the window, Peter began to think.

"My name is Wright." Shrek suddenly spoke, forcing his thoughts to come to a temporary halt.

"Peter. Peter Parker."

Peter replied. After taking a look at the interior decoration of the car, he took the initiative to say to the driver: "You have a nice truck."

"Thank you. I always clean the car whenever I can."

Wright looked like a model driver, sitting upright.

"The past two weeks have been really exhausting. I just made a trip to Cincinnati and now I have to go to Charlotte for another trip."

Then he closed his mouth and took a deep breath, "So the truck hasn't been cleaned recently, I thought you would dislike it."

He looks like the driver from Shrek, and his personality is inversely proportional to his size.

“Yes, truck drivers have a hard life.”

Peter chatted with him in a random manner.

"I'm still fine. After this trip, I still have a few days before I go out again. Normally, I rarely rest. I'm usually running around non-stop, but... I plan to take a few days off this time."

Light looked at Peter, "Are you a backpacker? It's not very safe to stay in a place like this alone at night."

"I live in New York and my wallet was stolen while I was traveling, that's why."

Peter didn't finish his next words, but Wright already understood what he meant.

"That's really bad."

Wright sighed, and soon he added, "I was thinking, if you were going to New York, I could take you there... It's not far from here, just an hour's drive south."

Facing the enthusiastic other party, Peter did not refuse, "Thank you, I will pay you when we arrive in New York."

"No, I'm fine anyway."

Perhaps thinking that Peter had misunderstood his intentions, he quickly explained: "I was originally planning to go to New York, and it's on my way anyway."

Peter nodded and asked, "Do you have any newspapers?"

He wanted to see what the difference was between this parallel world and his own world.

"Oh, yes, there's a newspaper in the trunk. I'll get it to you right away."

Wright slowed the truck down and pulled out the newspaper, handing it to Peter.

Peter briefly flipped through the newspaper and found that it was full of current political news and current events happening around the world.

It seems that this world is not much different from my own world.

There are also mutants and superheroes.

But he didn't find any news about Spider-Man on it.

Peter closed the newspaper and asked Light, "Mr. Light, do you know Spider-Man?"

"Spider-Man?"

Hearing the name, Wright paused.

"Who is this?"

When he saw the other man's confused look, Peter knew he had never heard of Spider-Man.

It is estimated that the Spider-Man in this world has not yet been born, or Spider-Man does not exist at all.

Peter fell silent, so Wright took the initiative to speak: "My son is about your age, and he also likes traveling."

"Will he drive you in a sports car?"

Peter asked him.

"He died in an accident."

Hearing the other party say this, Peter apologized to him, "Sorry."

"No, it's all over."

Wright's expression was calm. "People are born, grow old, get sick and die. I don't feel sad about it now. At least he has always had happy memories. It's worth it. Many people can live to old age, most people can live to more than 60 years old, and then they start to suffer from diseases, such as cancer, stroke, heart disease, sometimes diabetes, or pneumonia. In short, it's endless."

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

Peter nodded, "Uh-huh."

He did not comment on what Uncle Shrek said.

The car continued to move forward in the dark, passing through a forest.

Raindrops began to fall from the sky.

Just as Wright was concentrating on driving the car, suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of the car.

Immediately followed by a loud "bang"!
The car seemed to have hit something and paused.

Frightened, Wright quickly stepped on the brakes.

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

It turned out that what he hit was not a person, but a moose.

He breathed a sigh of relief and was about to squat down to take a look, but when he looked up, he saw Peter got out of the car at some point and stood in front of him.

(End of this chapter)