Chapter 299 says, who is Hermione!

"what?"

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

"I said, that's 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, "Is it the hallucinogenic drug ignited by the incense?"

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

"It's just incense, something to calm you, Stephen."

Strange held his hair with his hands, still unable to believe that it was a dream.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

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

As if he hadn't heard it, Strange continued to ask, "Why did I see Christine disappear? Why did I see Peter Parker after all the monsters disappeared into 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 the price of death. The monster in the deepest part of your heart lurks in the unfathomable abyss and appears in the form of Peter Parker."

When Gu Yi talked about Peter, his expression was slightly strange.

As a senior Sorcerer Supreme, she certainly knew about Spider-Man's existence.

I also know that the Dark Book has 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 creature under his command, she still found nothing.

Also, she wasn't telling the truth to Strange.

Strange's dreams were no ordinary dreams.

As he will become the Sorcerer Supreme in the future, the dreams he has represent some foreshadowings of the future.

Will Peter Parker be the darkness behind all darkness?
"I"

The Ancient One was thinking about Peter Parker when Strange spoke.

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

The behavior just now is not something that ordinary people can do.

"Please teach me this."

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

"You are now blinded by something, Strange, and you cannot control it."

"I'll throw it away."

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

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

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

"The peaceful life has been disrupted."

Forest Hills, Queens, New York.

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

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

"Do not."

Peter shook his head. “I’m actually more concerned about your gifts.”

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

Peter walked up and hugged the two people whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Aunt Mei beside him hugged him affectionately and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"And Gwennie."

She said as she opened her arms to Gwen.

Gwen happily came over 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, has a unique 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 drinks.

"Your uncle Ben had actually forgotten your gift, and if I hadn't reminded him, he might have returned empty-handed."

Aunt May was teasing Uncle Ben nearby.

"Ahem, actually, I've always kept it in mind."

Uncle Ben refused to admit that he had forgotten the gift.

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

"Here's the flower chain, Gwen, for you."

"I still have?"

Gwen took the gift with surprise.

"Of course, everyone has a share."

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

"I saw you do it on the news, Peter, and you made me proud."

Uncle Ben patted him on the shoulder.

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

Peter said, shaking his head.

"everything."

Uncle Ben didn't say it directly, and the two of them maintained the unique 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 stared at Uncle Ben.

After returning from Hawaii, Uncle Ben's speech became more sophisticated.

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

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

"There's more than just one type of noble person. There's also... don't tell me you've been ordering takeout all this time."

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

"It was Gwen's idea actually."

Peter immediately pushed Gwen out, "Gwen likes mac and cheese and burgers, and I'm not well versed in those things."

"It looks like May needs to teach you and Gwen how to cook, otherwise it will be a problem who will cook dinner after you get married."

Uncle Ben was talking when Aunt May's voice suddenly rang out.

"Come over to lunch, Ben, Peter."

Aunt May called the two to have lunch.

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

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

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

Gwen turned over in bed, "Aunt May and Uncle Ben look much better."

When she and other Spider-Men were fighting against the Inheritors together, she heard them talk about her life experience.

The most tragic thing Spider-Man has 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 write on the note you gave Strange earlier?"

Gwen asked curiously as she came forward.

"you saw it?"

"Yeah, my spider sense is not just for show."

Peter put aside the coffee powder Uncle Ben gave him 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 in such a thing.

"of course."

"Can you tell me where it is?"

Gwen became even more curious.

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

"What talent?"

"The magician's talent."

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

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

She immediately threw herself on Peter and said, "Tell me, is this the new woman you met?"

Peter: “.!”

late at night.

Brooklyn.

Stanny drove the car on the road with a frown on his face.

He had called his son and wife several times, but couldn't 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 out of the car, he came to the corridor in front of the door.

"Jack?"

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

The front hall was somewhat cool, cold and dark.

Stanny'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 turned it up that morning.

But there were footprints on the floor.

Stanny walked into the living room and smelled a smell of cigarette smoke.

There was an ashtray on the windowsill with a neatly rolled pile of ash in it.

Then he glanced at the four neatly placed beer cans and realized that his son and wife didn't smoke or drink at all.

He took a deep breath and continued to walk forward. The inexplicable footprints approached the chair by the window, and mixed in with these footprints were a few vague ghost-like animal footprints.

With his heart pounding, Stanny followed the footprints towards the kitchen.

He pushed open the kitchen door and saw two legs spread open!
It's my neighbor!

His green overalls and flannel shirt stood out.

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

"Damn it!"

Stanny clapped his hands on his cheeks, trying hard to calm himself down.

What we should not be worrying about now is why our neighbor died in our kitchen.

Call the police!

Yes, the best thing to do now is to call the police.

He took out his cell phone tremblingly and tried to call the police.

I accidentally saw my neighbor's eyes.

The other person's eyes were open, as if accusing him, or perhaps even accusing himself, for making all this happen.

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

I don’t even know the safety of my son and wife!
"Damn it!"

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

Then he felt something moving above his head, something scraping past.

The thing that appeared suddenly ran very fast and disappeared in a flash.

Stanny's hands were about to tremble, but he controlled himself.

He calmly walked to the locker, reached in and took out a pistol.

Then he tore open all the bags on top, took out the bullets from the bags and loaded them into the chamber as quickly as possible.

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

From some dark place upstairs came the sound of giggling.

This cold laughter gave Stanny goose bumps on his back.

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

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

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

Do not!
My journey may be even longer than his.

Stanny finally reached the top of the stairs.

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

He swallowed nervously, feeling his rational mind giving in.

It was a real terrifying feeling, as if one was facing an unknown monster.

"Hey, Jack, is that you?"

No one answered him, and the sound of "chuckling" came from the stairs again.

Stanny turned around suddenly.

As a result, he saw a scene that made him extremely terrified.

He saw his wife.

The other person was lying in the hall upstairs, without any movement.

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

Trembling, he walked towards his wife in disbelief.

There were many spatters of blood on the wallpaper.

He found that his wife had been stabbed dozens or even twenty times.

"No!"

His spirit nearly collapsed, he knelt down and uttered a cry of pain.

Stanny's cries of agony echoed through the room, the sound coming from his throat like hell's bells.

The loss of sanity does not indicate the end of love but the end of sanity.

"clatter!"

Suddenly!

A voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

It was like the sound of a fuse that had blown and could never be fixed.

Stanny raised his head numbly, with a painful roar still in his throat, and he finally saw his son.

Jack's mouth was smeared with blood.

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

When his son raised the knife to chop at him, Stanny took a step back with a blank mind. The knife in his hand brushed across his cheek with a "swish" sound, and the other party staggered.

Although he was holding the gun, Stanny couldn't bear to shoot.

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

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

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

The opponent fell to the ground immediately.

Without waiting for him to get up, Stanny pounced on him, straddling him, and pressed one knee tightly against the hand holding the kitchen knife.

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

Stanny growled at him.

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

Stanny reached out and grabbed a rope nearby that was being used to repair the car.

He had to act quickly, because the thing beneath him was as slippery as a fish, and no matter how hard he pressed the wrist holding the knife, it would not let go and drop the knife.

The other's face seemed to fluctuate and change, even as he looked at it.

The thing's face suddenly turned into that of its neighbor, staring deadly at him.

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

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

“No, no, no—no—no—no—!”

The thing kept struggling under his body.

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

The strange monster screamed, twisted, and rolled under his body, almost throwing him aside.

A greater force suddenly emanated from the monster he was pressing down.

He was caught off guard and was thrown out, hitting the ground with a bang.

Stanny, who was dizzy from being hit, looked up at him.

He seemed to see his own son for a moment, his own son's true face, with unhappiness and pain on his face.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

With a surge of strength flowing through his body, he stood up suddenly and rushed towards the monster that had turned into his son.

"Oh!"

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

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

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

The queen leaned her head over affectionately.

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

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

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

But it has a very high IQ and has learned how to "destroy the body and cover up all traces".

I even learned how to dig holes.

As for why he appeared here.

Gwen saw the news about a jewelry store being robbed and prepared to go and catch the robbers.

As a result, they encountered another illegal and criminal incident 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 put the blame on the "Queen".

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

Standing in the alley, Peter sighed.

The eggs that I placed next to the "Queen" and asked her to help hatch have not yet hatched.

The Kree egg that was snatched from Dr. Minerva in the main universe of 616 should not be an ordinary egg. Should we ask Tony Stark or Reed to help take a look?
Just as he was lost in thought, the "Queen" who had already returned suddenly raised her head and looked into the distance in the night.

The "Queen", who was in an excited state of mind, seemed to have discovered some prey.

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

Peter stared into the distance, and he vaguely felt some evil aura.

It was similar to the aura of the previous heir that he disliked, and even more disgusting.

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

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

After the "Queen" disappeared, Peter was worried about her safety and decided to follow.

After all, "Queen" as a combination of himself and Helen has extraordinary significance.

He naturally didn't want anything to happen to the other party.

"Wow!"

Wings sprouted from his back.

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

Following the Queen's trail, he soon landed in front of a house in Brooklyn.

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

(End of this chapter)