Chapter 312: She seems to be the mother-in-law?

It was pitch black and freezing cold.

This is how Wanda feels now.

Soon she found herself in an underwater world.

It seemed as if someone grabbed her with terrifying hands, pulling her forward and pulling her down.

She could see nothing, hear nothing, and had no feeling at all.

Bloody mud, bruised water.

Wanda suddenly realized a very serious problem - she couldn't swim at all.

The water was flowing fast, and she tried to save herself, but found that it was like falling into space - she couldn't move forward, and getting out of here seemed an impossible task.

This is where you die, right here, Wanda, this is your final destination.

She seemed to hear a strange sound in her mind.

No, I won't die here.

But what to do next?

How to escape the "embrace" of this river?
She felt the world turn upside down, the river water rushing in, entering her nose, her eyes, stinging, and then swallowing in big gulps.

Then suddenly a huge wave rushed forward -

Just when Wanda thought she was going to be swept to the bottom of the river, suddenly a pair of hands grabbed her.

Strong hands pulled her out of the water, and Wanda was able to see clearly that it was Peter who pulled her up.

Wanda climbed onto the river bank, coughing because she had choked on too much water.

She placed two fingers lightly on her neck - the pulse was very weak.

It's so faint that it feels like your eyeballs are spinning under your eyelids. Although you may not be able to perceive it, it is definitely there.

Then Wanda looked around.

"Thank you, teacher."

While panting, she asked Peter, "Where are we?"

"do not know."

Peter took in his unfamiliar surroundings.

This was a wide river, and the surrounding environment made it impossible for him to identify where this place was.

Where did Strange teleport himself to?
And where is Gwen?

"Ahem. Why did that Doctor Strange send us away?"

Wanda asked, somewhat confused.

"I don't know. I'm not a know-it-all, Wanda. I can know the truth about everything."

"I thought you knew all the truth, teacher."

Wanda lay on her back, and she felt that the water in her stomach had not been completely vomited out.

"Whoosh!"

Just as Wanda was lying face up and thinking about how to spit out the water in her stomach, she suddenly heard a sound of breaking air.

She looked up and saw that Peter was holding a cloak in his hand.

"This is.?"

Wanda stood up and asked Peter in confusion: "Is this the cape of the good Doctor Strange? Is it the one that sent us here?"

Peter said nothing, holding onto Doctor Strange's cloak and slowly letting go.

The cloak hovered around Peter, as if trying to tell him something.

"Are you planning on taking us to Gwen?"

Peter asked it tentatively.

Cloak nodded immediately.

"Very good, please lead the way for us."

The cape nodded and flew directly behind Peter, making his cape.

Wanda watched the whole process in confusion until she saw the cloak take the initiative to recognize its master.

She admitted that she was a little jealous.

I want a cloak like this too!

It can express emotions and take you flying.

When Peter stepped onto the bus, he quickly attracted the attention of everyone on the bus.

Because he is wearing a cloak, he looks a little bit unlike a normal person, although many people think it is cool.

Peter sat at the back of the bus and Wanda sat next to him.

He looked around this strange city, a city that was similar to New York in his previous life, yet different, and frowned.

He had learned from the newspaper what era Strange had sent him to - the 1990s of the last century, which was not too far from the present.

"Teacher, what do you think the bus looks like?"

Wanda suddenly asked Peter, and before Peter could reply, she said to herself:

"I think in any town, any city, the buses are like a dirty swimming pool filter: they hold on to the dregs, the vegetables, the rest of the garbage."

Peter knew what Wanda was trying to say.

To be honest, the hygiene of buses these days is really not that good.

Peter could even smell something like a mixture of urine and Doritos on the guy sitting in front of him.

The other person was wearing the latest trendy hobo-style clothes that were at the forefront of fashion, but Peter was not sure whether he was really homeless or just a guy who pursued fashion without restraint.

In addition, there was a non-mainstream kid in the car, his face was as expressionless as metal.

He didn't just look petrified, he looked like he was standing under a chemical bomb, an actual bunker-busting bomb, with the entire thing exploding right in front of his stunned, transfixed face.

Peter looked at the other man staring blankly at his cloak and shook his head.

Could it be that my dress is even more non-mainstream than that of this non-mainstream kid, so he keeps looking at me?
Behind the non-mainstream bear kid is a guy who must bathe in black Dhaka perfume and wears a trucker hat with one side turned up.

The other person's head shook up and down violently to the music, but no one could hear his music.

Opposite the truck driver was a morbidly obese woman, her graying hair tucked under a shower cap. She was holding a brick-sized mobile phone and talking very loudly about something.

"You don't like public transportation?"

Peter asked Wanda.

"No, I can't say I like it or not, but I don't like this one."

Wanda came up to Peter and asked, "So, teacher, was it the cloak that let you take the bus?"

"Do not."

Peter shook his head. "I just think the bus is easier than walking. If you can fly, Wanda, maybe we can travel without the bus."

Wanda immediately became frustrated, "Sorry, I haven't learned it yet."

Just as Wanda expressed her desire to learn the ability to fly, someone tried to sit next to her.

The bus hadn't even stopped when someone squeezed in.

The skinny woman was probably forty years old, but looked sixty, with big earrings and a tie-dyed dress, and she moved towards Wanda.

Peter looked at the woman who wanted to sit over and threatened: "Don't sit here, if you want to cause trouble..."

The skinny woman hesitated and wandered, and ultimately did not sit down.

Finally she escaped and found another empty seat.

Wanda was a little shocked when she saw Peter driving the woman away almost rudely.

"Do you think I'm rude and disrespectful, Wanda?" "Well, a little."

Wanda swallowed. She wanted to hear the teacher's explanation.

Peter gazed out the window at the 1990s scenery and said, “Some people don’t deserve pity.”

"I know a girl who has lived through every stage of her life, from the time she was twenty until she was thirty."

Peter told her about the girl he knew in his previous life in the alien world.

"Do you want to know? Wanda."

"Of course, teacher."

Peter nodded, feeling that if he didn't teach something, he would be unworthy of the title of teacher.

He recalled for a moment and said slowly, "Her name is Diana Valentine. When she was eighteen, a year before she graduated from Caldecott, one of her boyfriends got her addicted to drugs."

"At 19, Diana found herself pregnant, and the father of the child might be one of those men. This pregnancy was quite troublesome because she did not quit, or even reduce her drug addiction."

Peter said calmly, "When the baby was born ten weeks early, the child suffered from fetal low heart rate and had to be hospitalized - but in the end, the heart rate of the child named Alicia by Diana was stabilized and she was finally able to go home with her mother."

Wanda listened to Peter's story and was completely immersed in it. She snuggled up to Peter's body, like a little girl listening to her parents telling stories.

"At the age of 20, Diana decided to find a man to live with her. She chose a weak man who was ten years older than her, a man who was in desperate need of love and was willing to do anything for love. He himself was not addicted to methamphetamine, but he was sometimes addicted to alcohol."

"His name was Sturco, and he believed - like so many bad relationships - that he could fix Diana, that he could save her from her worst vices, and six months later, Scott was addicted to meth."

When Peter said this, he paused.

Wanda also found this story a bit heavy and sat up straighter.

"At the age of 21, Diana and Scott were having fun in a local hotel. Alicia, not yet two years old, was home alone. The little girl had not yet learned to walk because of her slow development, but she could definitely crawl."

"She crawled into the cupboard under the sink and found a bottle of pipe cleaner, she opened it, drank it, and then she died in agony on the kitchen floor, and Diana and Steko didn't look for her all day because they had forgotten to go home to see her."

"what?!"

When Wanda heard this, she made a surprised sound.

She didn't expect that an innocent baby would die.

"What unforgivable villains!"

She said through gritted teeth.

Peter continued to tell the story with a blank expression.

"When she was twenty-two—in fact, it was her twenty-second birthday—Diana was in hospital and Sturco, now off meth but addicted to alcohol, was abusing her, he broke her nose and broke part of her eye socket, and she left him."

"At 23, Diana gave up drugs and alcohol."

"At the age of twenty-five, Diana had a relapse and she was once again possessed by this thing."

After hearing this, Wanda had already guessed why Peter told her this story.

She cast a pitiful look at the thin woman.

The teacher is reminding himself that there are some things that cannot be touched, right? !

"and after?"

Wanda continued to ask curiously.

"At the age of 26, Diana believed she was being cheated by her dealer, a woman named Scarlett. Obsessed with the drug, Diana's brain tissue could no longer regenerate itself, and the pleasure chemicals and all senses disappeared."

"She thought her dealer had stolen her money and wasn't giving her the drugs, but the truth was, she had received the drugs and had finished them, but the delusion persisted, so she broke the mirror hanging over Scarlett's sofa, and she used a shard of the mirror to slit the woman's throat, and Diana spent a long time in jail."

Peter was silent for a while, then continued:

"At the age of twenty-eight, Diana beat another inmate to death with a lunch tray."

"At the age of 29, she became addicted to a new drug that had invaded American life - a drug that had just become popular in prisons, called "Lizard". It was a derivative of morphine, and many inmates in prison called it "Lizard" because it damaged the user's skin, leaving it with a scaly appearance."

When Wanda heard this, her heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

She knew that this woman named Diana still had one year left.

"When she was 30, Diana developed gangrene from using the Lizard, and they had to amputate her left leg below the knee. Complications arose during the operation, and Diana died in prison in great pain, leaving only her mother's thoughts and longings."

After Peter finished speaking, he fell silent.

The woman he was talking about was his sister in the alien world in his previous life.

Although he had no sympathy for the death of such people, he felt extremely complicated emotions when he thought of it.

"I understand, teacher, thank you for telling me this story. I will never touch such things again."

Wanda said as she put her arm around him.

"No, you are wrong, Wanda. The desire that Diana is addicted to is a drug, but this drug takes different forms in the eyes of different people."

Peter said with a serious expression: "In the eyes of Doctor Strange Black, this drug is his obsession with Christine. Even though he knows it is poisonous, he still won't give up."

"So, Wanda, what's your drug?"

Peter asked, staring into her eyes.

In his previous life, he knew about the war between Wanda and Doctor Strange.

For the sake of two children who never existed in reality, and for the obsession of so-called "maternal love", she brazenly launched a war against Doctor Strange.

Even if she knew it was a "drug", she probably wouldn't give it up at that time.

"I?"

Wanda didn't expect Peter to ask her this. She thought for a moment and said, "I don't know, but I certainly won't indulge in it and get entangled in it."

"hope so."

Peter shook his head and turned his attention back to the scenery outside the car.

"Squeak!"

The bus stopped and Peter got off under the guidance of the cloak and stood in front of a bar.

Gwen will be here?

With doubts, he took Wanda into the bar.

Maybe because it was daytime, there weren't many people in the bar.

Wanda immediately saw Gwen sitting at the bar.

She immediately stepped forward and grabbed the other person's arm.

"Gwen? We finally found you!"

"?!"

Seeing someone holding her arm, "Gwen" turned around in surprise, "What did you call me just now?"

"Gwen?!"

Wanda looked at "Gwen" in front of her with confusion, and took a step back uncertainly.

The girl in front of him did look a lot like Gwen, but her temperament was completely different.

The other person was wearing a bohemian long dress and had blonde hair. She looked very sweet, which was slightly different from Gwen's slightly heroic temperament.

"I think you may have the wrong person."

The girl smiled at Wanda and said, "My name is not Gwen. My name is Helen."

Peter, who was standing next to him, was looking at the other person's face which was extremely similar to Gwen's.

She looked almost exactly like Gwen, and her name was Helen.

Suddenly!

A flash of lightning suddenly flashed through his mind.

Helen Stacy?
Is this my mother-in-law?

(End of this chapter)