Chapter 319 Mary's Adventure

"I don't know what you mean, Mr. Parker."

Gwen swallowed and said in a dumb way.

She felt that Peter's identity should not be revealed now.

After all, she and Peter are not from this time and space. If she tells Peter's secret to others, who knows if it will cause changes in time and space in the future?
Maybe the timeline has changed, and the fate of Peter and himself has changed in the future.

"I said, Peter is my future son."

Richard said to Gwen with a complicated expression.

Although Peter changed his last name when telling him his name, he still deduced the most likely relationship between Peter and him.

"I had planned to name my future child Peter, and if it was a girl, Jessica."

Richard spoke his mind.

Gwen thought to herself, fortunately Peter is a man, otherwise she would become a female version of Spider-Man, just like Jessica in the 616 universe.

When she thought of Jessica, she found herself missing her old friend a little.

"Everything is connected in some mysterious way. I can feel the connection between me and Peter. This is very unusual. Gwen, you said you came from a very far place, a place that cannot be crossed by space, right?"

Gwen was a little confused when faced with Richard's question.

She turned her gaze towards her mother and found that Helen, who had just finished driving the truck, was also looking at her curiously.

"I"

She hesitated and said, "I don't know how to tell this, but if I tell the truth, will it really change the future? I don't know."

Looking at Richard's pleading eyes, I thought that Peter's father had never had a good conversation with Peter.

Perhaps this was the only meeting that could make up for the regrets between father and son. She finally nodded and said, "Yes, Peter is your future son. We have traveled through time to get here."

"and many more!"

Hearing Gwen say this, Helen looked at Gwen in surprise, "You said you are from the future?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, but I didn't mean to hide it. I don't know how to say it, and even if I did, you wouldn't believe it at first."

"you"

Richard looked at Gwen in shock, "How did you do it? A time machine?"

"No, as much as I'd like to say it's a time machine, it's magic."

Gwen exhaled and said, "The incredible power of magic."

"How are you guys. Peter doing in the future?"

Richard suppressed his shock and asked Gwen.

"He's good. He has saved the world several times before. This time we are here for the same purpose."

So Gwen briefly told the story of Black Doctor Strange.

"The power of magic, teleporting people to the past and constantly changing the outcome of things that have already happened, will indeed create infinite branches, causing reality to be destroyed due to entangled mutual disturbances."

Richard thought for a moment and asked Gwen, "Gwen, since you were transported to this era, it means that what happened here didn't end well, right?"

Gwen was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know how to put this, but Uncle Richard, you didn't accompany Peter through his childhood."

Richard was stunned when he heard Gwen's words, and his heart was in turmoil.

"You mean, I"

He immediately thought that something had happened to him, which was why he was not with Peter all the time.

"I'm very sorry."

Gwen looked at Helen uncomfortably, not knowing whether she was apologizing on behalf of Peter or herself.

“No, this is.”

Richard organized his words, "Fate has already written the script. We can't change the ending, but we can make the process better, right?"

He calmed himself down and was about to ask Gwen something else, but suddenly his cell phone rang.

Richard picked up the phone and found it was his wife Mary calling him.

"Where are you, Mary?"

After hearing his wife's nervous voice, Richard immediately realized that something had happened to her.

He originally told his wife to stay at home, but he didn't expect that she would go out anyway.

After asking where his wife was, he drove there immediately.

Helen sat in his car, while Gwen's body was covered with the symbiote, swinging into the air and rushing quickly to the destination.

Mary, who was waiting for the bus, was originally planning to go out and buy some things.

The taxi showed up ten minutes later.

In this remote suburb, unlike in the city, you only need to extend your hand or tap the taxi with your handbag to attract the driver's attention.

Here, you need to call to book a taxi, then wait, and wait some more.

Mary stood at the door of the Blue Moon Restaurant, ready to call her husband.

She smelled the aromas of the store, the fragrant mustard greens and chicken soup.

Freshly baked bread, a filling treat rich in yeast and carbohydrates.

The aroma of these foods reached her nostrils.

She felt a little bored while waiting and cast her eyes on the table.

Someone had left a half-eaten pancake on the table on a tray.

Soon the taxi arrived and Mary sat in the back of the taxi smoothly.

The rain pattered on the windshield.

The wipers were swaying back and forth, and since the driver didn't have the radio on, all she could hear was the click, the swish, the rustle of the rain-soaked tires.

She pressed the window button, looked at the scenery outside, and suddenly thought of the figure of Peter whom she had seen before.

The other person always gave her an extremely familiar feeling, and she could feel a strange connection between the two of them.

Who is he?
Does it have anything to do with me?
She shook her head to stop her wild thoughts, and was about to roll up the window when she seemed to smell something.

There was a strange smell in the air, like an overdose of cheap shampoo.

The pungent smell made her eyes feel burning.

She felt suddenly overwhelmed, as if the taxi were crushing her like a beetle in a bottle of soda being crushed by a human boot, crushing her completely.

She couldn't breathe and felt an indescribable discomfort in her body.

She swallowed the reflux of gastric juice and relieved her nausea.

"What...what's that smell?"

She couldn't help but ask the driver.

"What?" the taxi driver asked.
"Don't you smell this smell?"

"No, but there is a factory here, and maybe it's the irritating gas coming from the factory."

The driver said to her, "Maybe he's a worker in a chemical factory, making pigments and paints or something like that."

Mary didn't quite believe that this was the pungent smell of chemical plant products. The unpleasant feeling was like a dagger scraping her throat, making her feel a little scared.

There is no such smell in chemical plants.

It was more like an ominous smell, reminding her that something bad was going to happen.

"Can you turn around?"

She felt extremely uneasy and wanted the driver to turn back.

"But that's north, and you wanted to go west, so we went back this way."

"Yes, I know what I'm doing."

Mary now felt blocked, as if every cell in her body was buzzing like wings.

The taxi tried to get on the gravel shoulder, and rain slid down the taxi window, distorting her vision. An empty, muddy driveway veered off the road.

A chain-link fence and a gate blocked any attempt to access the driveway, the top of the fence clumsily wrapped with coils of rusted wire.

But just as the taxi was about to leave, she suddenly noticed a figure walking towards her.

The other man was tall and strong, with strong arms, shoulders raised, and his head and pointed chin drooping.

What frightened her the most was that the other person had no hands, and his arms were replaced by tentacles.

Mary held her breath nervously.

Soon she heard the sound of more tires.

A police car—state troopers—pulled in behind.

After seeing the police car signaling to stop, the taxi driver had no choice but to stop the car.

Mary was so nervous that she dared not move.

The policeman stepped out of his car, seemingly oblivious to the tentacle-human approaching.

He was holding a black umbrella and was short in stature.

"Sir, you shouldn't drive here. The road ahead is closed to traffic."

The police knocked on the car window and spoke to the driver.

The driver was about to roll down the window when he suddenly saw a tentacle swinging out and piercing the policeman's chest.

"Gosh"

Seeing the blood splattering on the window, the terrified driver immediately prepared to step on the accelerator and drive forward.

But before the car could rush out, the driver was followed by the police.

The tentacle broke through the glass and pierced his chest.

Frightened, Mary immediately got out of her car and ran outside.

In a panic, he quickly ran to a nearby garbage dump.

After running into the garbage dump, Mary hid her head behind the container, held her breath, and closed her eyes tightly.

She listened nervously to the sound of rain and low whispers.

In the distance there was the low rumble of idling car engines and overhead there was the rumble of thunder.

Mary, who was so nervous that she didn't even dare to breathe, hid for a while and found that the other party didn't come over.

So she took a peek and found that the monster was not coming towards this side.

The tentacle monster human turned around and went back to the road, disappearing into the trees.

Mary wasn't sure if his departure was real.

Calm down, I have to calm down!

She took out her cell phone and prepared to call her husband.

The tentacle monster walked towards the distance, but stopped halfway, stared at a suspicious spot in the garbage dump, then turned around and walked straight towards her.

The other's feet slapped the greasy mud.

So Mary quickly moved away from her first hiding place and moved to another one - this time behind a garbage bin full of waste wood.

Hold your breath and stay steady.

Don't breathe too hard, he can hear it.

Probably having discovered her old hiding place, the other party came over quickly.

Mary could hear him and his footsteps, could hear his grunting and snorting, the sound of his trampling mud.

There was a sound of splashing water.

Mary couldn't jump into the dumpster because it was full.

Instead, she pressed her back against the dumpster and slowly moved around it.

When the tentacle monster appeared on one side, she slid to the other side, trying not to make any noise on the metal and cause an echo.

The sound the monster made was like two asbestos tiles being rubbed together, or like one stone being rubbed against another.

You have to stay calm, stay calm.

As she reminded herself, she began to move around the dumpster, following the other person's steps.

Finally she leaped away and found a rusty, once bright white Cadillac, which was stuck in the mud at the height of her belly.

So Mary pulled her coat up, the rain and greasy mud sticking to her skin.

She fixed her fingers deep in the soil and pulled herself down, using her surroundings to hide herself.

Just as the monster turned its head to look for her, she looked back.

She felt as if she saw something, but she wasn't quite sure.

The air rippled, as if something had opened.

The monster wiped the rain from its eyes and walked towards her.

Do not move!
Do not move!
Mary tried to remind herself.

The grass was caked with black mud, hiding her face, but only to ensure she was more deeply hidden among the vegetation.

The tentacle monster moved slowly.

It was as if waiting for Mary to confess herself from her hiding place, or as if waiting for her to jump out of the bushes like a frightened deer.

She felt that the other person's expression was savage and ferocious, like a beast thirsty for food.

Soon the monster reached the car.

Right above her.

The other person's toes were only a few inches away from her head.

Don't look down.

Mary's hand slid into her pocket and pulled out a fruit knife.

Her thumb lingered over the button.

Stab him now.

But she had never done such a dangerous thing before, so she began to hesitate.

Can the blade penetrate the skin? Does she have leverage? What if she slips?
As she hesitated, the monster grunted again and started to walk away.

As he wound his way through the maze of trash and garbage, ready to leave, Mary let out the breath she had been holding.

She lay there, belly down, for a while.

The blood rushed around her ears and she could even hear her own heart beating violently.

No, you can’t leave or get up for the time being, you have to keep yourself hidden low enough.

Mary endured the discomfort in her body and said to herself.

Suddenly!

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard in the sky, which seemed to be the rumble of thunder.

The rain began to get heavier and a harsh white noise came from above.

Mary's ears pricked up, trying to pull other sounds out of the white noise of the rain.

But the sound became louder and louder, and finally, in her shocked eyes, a crack opened in the sky.

The huge tentacle slowly emerged from inside.

She even saw an eyeball appear in it.

A huge pressure instantly descended upon this space.

(End of this chapter)