Gwen Spider: I'm from Prototype

Chapter 117 Zombie Uncle Ben!

"You said you already knew."

Gwen looked at Peter in surprise, "When?"

She immediately imagined Peter and Jessica Jones, getting acquainted and communicating with each other, and then came to the process of discovering their identities.

This should have belonged to the developmental context between me and Peter!
I and Peter, from childhood sweethearts, to getting acquainted with each other, to beginning to recognize my own heart, and then my identity was discovered by Peter inadvertently.

Thinking back to the stories she often imagined, Gwen felt a little wronged.

Some feel aggrieved that their superhero status is replaced by the other party.

"just now."

Peter shrugged his shoulders and said, not noticing Gwen's wild thoughts.

"what?"

Hearing Peter say that just now, Gwen, who was falling into "sorrowful spring and autumn", immediately froze on the spot.

"Just now?"

"Well, I accidentally saw her face during the inspection just now."

Peter picked up Jessica Jones and motioned for Gwen to open the car door.

"oh oh."

Gwen blushed and opened the rear door for Peter.

Fortunately, I didn't tell Peter what I was thinking about just now.

Gwen thought happily.

Put Jessica Jones, who was frowning and unconscious, into the back seat.

After Gwen got into the car, Peter started the car and drove to the nearest hospital.

Gwen took off her coat and put it on for Jessica, whose face was covered in dust and frowning.

Although she was dissatisfied with Jessica and Peter when they got closer before.

But after witnessing Jessica's desperate efforts to save people, all her little grievances disappeared.

"Her skin is so white!"

Taking off Jessica's coat, Gwen said enviously.

"Don't envy him, your skin is actually very fair."

Peter glanced at Jessica's exposed skin in the rearview mirror, and said calmly.

He did tell the truth that Gwen was not only a classic American beauty with blond hair and blue eyes, but also fair skin without the large pores that American women usually suffer from.

"But it's still not as white as hers."

"Cough cough."

The two were discussing whose skin was fairer, when Jessica, who was in a coma, suddenly coughed a few times.

Then, under the watchful eyes of Gwen and Peter, they slowly opened their eyes.

"Jessica, are you awake?!"

Seeing the other party wake up, Gwen immediately asked her, "How are you feeling?"

Staring at Gwen in a daze, it took Jessica a long time to realize, "Gwen?"

She was a little confused about how she was with Gwen, and in the car.

I only remember that after leaving the explosion site, I tried my best to support my body, but I staggered into the alley and passed out.

"Peter and I found you in the alley, and you fell to the ground."

Gwen patiently explained to the other party.

"is it?"

Jessica stroked her aching forehead and looked at the driver who was driving.

".Peter?"

A feeling of uneasiness suddenly arose in her heart.

Has your super power been discovered by the other party?
Jessica has always had complicated feelings about the boy she confessed to before.

Although it was a bit abrupt when she confessed, she did have a lot of affection for Peter.

But now he has a girlfriend
"The hospital will be here soon."

Peter glanced back at Jessica who was in deep thought, and said calmly.

Neither he nor Gwen mentioned each other's superpowers, pretending to be ignorant.

Peter was too lazy to mention it, and Gwen was out of caring for Jessica.

"No! No! I can't go to the hospital."

Hearing that Peter was going to send her to the hospital, Jessica immediately stopped her.

"But you're hurt."

Gwen frowned.

"I can handle it myself."

Jessica Jones was originally withdrawn, but after experiencing a car accident that lost her family, her personality became more paranoid.

Except for Peter, a classmate who cared about him before, he always showed indifference and resistance when facing other people.

"Stop, Peter!"

Jessica motioned for Peter to stop the car.

Peter glanced at the other party and stopped the car on the side of the road.

"Thank you."

After thanking the two of them, she got out of the car and walked outside quickly.

"and many more!"

Seeing Jessica get off the car, Gwen hurried forward to catch up with her.

Peter was helplessly waiting in the car.

Ten minutes later, Gwen sent him a text.

"Peter, I won't go back for the time being, you go back first, by the way, can you send me an email? It is sent to the Bloodstone family, telling them that we want to contact Elsa Bloodstone, specifically How to explain it to them, just play it according to your freedom!"

Gwen texts and asks Peter to send an email for him.

"Do you want to talk to Jessica Jones?"

Peter texted Gwen asking.

"A little trouble, but it will be sorted out soon."

Gwen continued to send text messages to Peter and said, "I put the jewelry box containing the bloodstone in your car, please store it for me first."

"By the way, I forgot to say, Happy Halloween, Peter!"

Putting down the phone, Peter shook his head and glanced at the jewelry box on the center console of the car.

After waiting for a while, he started the car and drove home.

In the room, Peter filled in the mailbox that Gwen provided to himself in the notebook, and sent the written email.

As for the content of the email, it simply stated that he was entrusted by others, and he wanted to hand over some things entrusted to him by his friends to Elsa Bloodstone.

"Peter? Can you come down?"

As soon as he clicked the send button, Aunt Mei's voice came to mind downstairs.

"immediately."

After closing the notebook, Peter turned and walked downstairs.

After helping Aunt Mei make dinner preparations, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

"Peter, where's your Halloween costume?!"

Only then did Uncle Ben discover that Peter hadn't prepared a Halloween costume.

"I have an outfit, the 'Black Reaper' outfit I wore for my school presentation last time."

Peter casually said to Uncle Ben.

"That doesn't fit the Halloween mood."

"I'm not going to Savannah, Georgia, or New Orleans."

Peter sat on the sofa, playing with the pumpkin lantern in his hand, "So there is no need to dress yourself up as a ghost."

The Savannah, Georgia, and New Orleans he mentioned are two famous ghost towns in the United States.

Both places are advertised as "the most haunted city", of course, the premise is that it's Halloween.

Come Halloween evening, "ghost tours" abound in tourist areas—either a bus ride around town visiting haunted places, or a guide leading a group of tourists through the streets.

While listening to those ghost stories, citizens and tourists visit the "real" scenes of those stories and spend an unforgettable Halloween.

"Maybe I can give you my old Halloween costume."

Uncle Ben said to Peter a little proudly, "I'm really good at playing zombies on Halloween."

"Um"

Peter looked at Uncle Ben's figure, and then thought about those zombies with teeth and claws in film and television works.

It's hard to associate the mature and positive Uncle Ben with the "whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo " the limb-sumpling zombie.

"No, forget it, Uncle Ben, I'm not too keen on these."

If he wants to play a scary monster, whether it's a vampire or a zombie or a werewolf, he can do it easily and more realistically than anyone else.

After all, the "black light virus" in his body can alienate all parts of the body.

After helping Aunt May decorate the room, he walked to his room.

Opening the notebook, he found that he had received an email.

It was the email that the Bloodstone family replied to him, with a photo of the family manor attached.

The reply to the email was marked as Mrs. Verusa, the wife of Ulysses Bloodstone, the patriarch of the Bloodstone family.

The other party stated in the email that her daughter Alisa had been away from home for a long time.

Only tonight will come back to attend the dinner ceremony held by the family.

After tonight, I'm afraid it will be very difficult to find Alisa Bloodstone.

So the other party invited him to attend the event held by the Bloodstone family on Halloween tonight, and communicate with Alisa by the way.

"Going to Boston for Halloween?"

After closing the notebook, Peter shook his head, took out his mobile phone and dialed Gwen's number.

"Gwen?"

"Ahem, I'm here, Peter."

"Why is the sound so loud, where are you?"

Hearing the noise from Gwen's side, Peter asked her.

"Well, I'm in the hospital."

Gwen said to Peter in frustration: I met Jessica's sister, the sister of her host family, and then... Then we had some small accidents halfway, and her sister was injured. "

"Did you beat Jessica's sister?"

Peter knew Jessica Jones' half-sister, and the relationship with her was not very good.

"No I didn't do that, she...she fell."

Even across the phone, Peter could hear Gwen's guilt.

"Well, I hope you didn't beat her to the ground. Gwen, the email from the Bloodstone family has been answered."

Peter comforted Gwen and talked about business.

"Really? What did they say."

"If we want to see Alisa Bloodstone, we must rush there tonight."

"That's impossible."

Gwen said dejectedly: "Not to mention the three-hour drive to Boston, I can't get away now."

"give it to me."

Peter just wanted to meet the legendary witcher family, and by the way, he helped Gwen deliver the bloodstone to Alisa Bloodstone.

"Wait.! You mean you're going to Boston?"

Gwen raised the volume.

"Hmm, it's four o'clock. If you don't delay, you can come back for Halloween."

"But."

Gwen was a little moved on the other end of the phone, "Peter, you don't have to do this."

She felt that Peter had been thinking so much about herself, and she had become like a lazy woman who relied on each other for everything.

After thousands of exhortations and instructions to Peter to be careful, Gwen hung up the phone.

Look at Jessica's sister who was arguing in the hospital corridor, she let out a long breath.

Suddenly, I don't feel so bad anymore.

Boston?

Wondering what Halloween is like in Boston?
Holding the phone in his hand, Gwen secretly made a decision.

"Buzz!"

The car's engine started, and Peter drove the car out of Brooklyn.

The black Lexus LC motor made a strong roar and galloped forward on the road.

Peter's face was covered with a black substance, and under the influence of the wriggling tentacle-like substance, his face changed from a white youth to his original one.

Driving to Boston, he wouldn't be so stupid as to drive Uncle Ben's car there.

So he changed into the appearance of the person he devoured, went to the Brooklyn gangster's territory, grabbed a car, and drove directly to it.

As for why he didn't fly, the reason was that he was too tired.

Opening the car window, Peter operated the steering wheel with one hand and looked towards the residential areas on both sides of the road.

It has to be said that the love of the American people for Halloween is hardcore.

Not only did he see fake skeletons on the lawn in front of more than one family.

Many creative citizens also placed tombstones on the lawn, and a skeleton arm protruded from the soil in front of the tombstone.

There are citizens with trees in front of the lawn, and "ghosts" in white clothes are hanging on the trees.

The breeze blew over, and the "ghost" swayed back and forth on the tree.

There are even those who decorate their homes as haunted houses, with blood splashed on the glass and weird religious symbols drawn.

In this way, he admired the Halloween ideas of American citizens all the way, and the car finally drove to the destination.

Glancing at the manor in front of him, he took out his phone and checked the time.

06:30 in the evening.

It seems that the speed of driving is not too slow.

The manor in front of me covers a huge area, and the ancient castle seems to have experienced the baptism of countless years, emitting a faint cold color in the night.

It may be because of Halloween, some white candles are arranged in the manor, randomly walking on the lawn, exuding a dark atmosphere.

After Peter got out of the car, he walked towards the gate of the manor.

"Squeak!"

The heavy door was pushed open, and the castle's entrance and exit were opened to him.

Looking at the gloomy and deep corridor in front of him, Peter took a step forward.

There are murals carved on the walls on both sides of the corridor.

The content of the mural is slightly bloody.

It depicts human beings fighting with huge monsters with long tongues; and on the night of the full moon, werewolves tear people apart and are then attacked by humans, etc., human beings fight with monsters.

Peter's eyes glanced at these murals for a while, and he continued to walk forward without stopping.

Finally, he walked to the end of the deep corridor, and the closed door in front of him slowly opened.

"Squeak!"

As the door slowly opened, a hall with ancient decoration slowly unfolded in front of him.

There are several chandeliers hanging from the ceiling of the hall, illuminating the entire space as bright as day.

The semicircular dome structure continues to extend upwards, as solemn as a church.

Inside the hall, several strangely dressed people were sitting and talking inside.

"Excuse me, are you Mr. Parker?"

A middle-aged woman in dark clothes suddenly appeared in front of Peter and asked him.

(End of this chapter)