Chapter 193 My Uncle Ben Can't Be that Bad!

Peter checked the bloody elk and found that the blood in the elk's body seemed to have disappeared.

It looked like the blood in its body was sucked dry by something.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Seeing Peter's expression, Wright asked Peter.

"The blood in this elk seems to have been drained clean by something."

Peter stood up and looked at the dark night in the woods, trying to see something from it.

Feeling the powerful momentum emanating from Peter, Wright looked into the depths of the woods with some uneasiness.

But in the end, he saw nothing.

The next day.

Queens, New York.

Peter took off his sunglasses and put down the atlas in his hand.

Because the road layout and traffic planning of this world are obviously different from New York in his world, he can only use the map to find Parker's house.

After separating from Wright last night, he robbed a few gangsters to get a sum of money and stayed in a hotel for one night.

Looking at the house in front of him that was somewhat similar to Uncle Ben's house, Peter put on a baseball cap and put on sunglasses again to disguise himself.

"Knock! Knock! Knock!"

Just after he knocked on the door, he soon heard a voice from inside the door.

"Who?"

With a "creak", the door was pushed open.

A middle-aged man who looked like Uncle Ben but had a fierce look on his face opened the door, looked at Peter standing outside the door, and asked impatiently: "Who are you looking for?"

"Excuse me, is this Parker's house?"

"Parker?"

Hearing the name Parker, the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, and then looked at Peter.

"Do you think this is fun, kid?"

The middle-aged man glared at Peter fiercely, "This is the Parnell family, not some shitty Parker. If you are a classmate of Barton's kid and come to play a prank, get out of here quickly, otherwise I will definitely break your legs."

The guy who called himself Parnell, with a face full of hostility, looked full of violent tendencies, and threatened to break Peter's legs.

Peter frowned, ignored the other party's shouting and fell into thought.

Isn't this Parker's house?

But the other person looks very similar to Uncle Ben.

Could it be that in this parallel world, Uncle Ben's homologue is a jerk?

And

The Barton the other person mentioned is his homologue?

"Barton?"

Peter looked up and asked him, "Where is he?"

"How should I know? You should ask him, not me. I'm just his uncle, not his shitty father."

Parnell wanted to continue cursing, but Peter grabbed his hand the next second.

Parnell, whose wrist was pinched, screamed like a pig being slaughtered in pain.

Enduring the severe pain, he gritted his teeth and wanted to punch Peter, but Peter held his head and hit it on the door frame with a "bang".

"Now, tell me, where is your nephew?"

Parnell, who was dizzy and dizzy from being hit, begged for mercy again and again, "I say, I say, don't do it!"

At the same time, not far from Peter, at Midtown High School.

Sarah Jane was listening impatiently to the discussion of female classmates.

These unrestrained high school students always talk about those youth topics about hormones.

Sarah Jane couldn't help but say to her friends: "Can you be quiet? Maybe we can talk about the weekend exam."

"We are not good students."

One of her good friends said: "But the feeling of going to bed is very similar to studying, just like doing a difficult math problem in a half-drunk state. Bang! Boom! Like brilliant and dazzling fireworks; like a vibrant fountain; like a solemn and grand 21-gun salute; like a rocket soaring into the sky; like Pavarotti's concert; like the Big Bang."

Listening to her classmates using such a weird metaphor to describe those things, Sarah Jane felt that her friends were too unrestrained.

"To be honest, I admire you guys. You failed the last exam and were scolded, but now you are fine."

The friend shrugged and said, "This is our real talent: all the troubles can be thrown away in an instant. No matter whether there are wild grass and jungles or thousands of troops around, just sharpen your head to get out. This is Zen, the art of suppression."

"Okay, you always have your own reasons."

Sarah Jane suddenly remembered something, "By the way, have you seen Gini recently?"

Gini is one of the bullies in high school, and is usually hated by everyone.

This guy always hangs around the campus.

But Sarah Jane hasn't seen him for a long time.

"No, I haven't seen him for a long time. I heard that his family is also looking for him."

Sarah Jane looked thoughtful, "So, is he really missing?"

She suddenly remembered that the last time she saw Gini, he was talking to Patton.

Is Patton the last person Gini saw before he disappeared?

Looking at the rainy day in the playground, Sarah Jane's mood also became worse.

I hope nothing will happen to my neighbor.

At night, Sarah Jane walked home with an umbrella.

The air was filled with the smell of damp soil.

The occasional strong light from the car on the road made her almost unable to open her eyes.

I really wish I had a pair of sunglasses to wear.

She contacted Barton during the day, but never got through.

This neighbor of hers rarely asked for leave when she added him as a friend.

Sarah Jane hated the night and the rain.

Her skin was a little uncomfortable from the rain.

She walked forward with her mind wandering, and became worried.

She always felt that something would happen recently.

Somehow, she remembered the hair dyeing yesterday.

She suddenly regretted dyeing her hair black, maybe red would be more suitable for her.

Blackbirds always bring death, and are a symbol of bad luck.

She stepped on the deserted path with her boots and walked towards her home.

If you take a shortcut, you have to pass a cemetery. The road nearby is a little remote and there are few pedestrians.

She has walked this road for fifteen minutes, maybe a little longer, but it feels like a lifetime.

She felt lonely, helpless, and desolate, as if she was being calculated by someone.

Sarah Jane hasn't felt this way for a long time.

She has always been the one with the most secrets, and she is also the cheerful one. Why is she so abnormal today? !

However, at this moment, every nerve of hers seemed to be electrified, and anxiety spread wildly in her body.

She didn't know why, but she felt something was going to happen.

She continued walking forward, the road was slippery and full of the smell of rain, leading to her home.

Turning a corner, a broken fence came into view, and a painted mailbox stood in front of the fence.

Looking over the fence, she could see a shaky tombstone.

She seemed to hear strange noises coming from the cemetery.