On the rooftop of a building.
Ben jumped down with Peter, who was carrying Matt.
They were already very close to Hell's Kitchen. From a distance, the area looked like a dim, lightless black hole in the twinkling night sky.
In the time it took to go and come back, Hell's Kitchen had already fallen silent.
Both The Hand and the monster Peter had mentioned were gone.
"How are we going to find him now?"
Since Peter had called for backup, he was no longer afraid of the opponent.
Peter: "My cousin is invincible!"
"We'll just have to look around."
Ben glanced at Matt, who was still unconscious, and turned his watch.
This time, the icon that appeared on the watch looked like a giant canine.
"Wildmutt!"
Wildmutt's species was Vulpimancer Alien Beast.
Most of these creatures walked on four legs. Like Matt, they had no eyes, and their dense fur made them look more like wild beasts than aliens.
Furthermore, their language system was so complex that even the Little Broken Watch had trouble translating it, sounding like roars.
"Whoa, you turned into a big doggie!" Peter said in surprise.
Hearing this, Ben let out a roar and swatted him to the ground.
This kid, he came to him for help, but he didn't show him any respect at all!
He wouldn't even call him "Wildmutt"!
After teaching Peter a lesson, Ben immediately began to search for residual information in Hell's Kitchen.
Because he had no eyes, Wildmutt's other senses were extremely acute, just like Daredevil's. He possessed an incredibly strong sense of smell, taste, hearing, and thermal sensing.
Moreover, he clearly discovered that his Spider-Sense had been enhanced after transforming into Wildmutt.
At this moment, the special organs on the sides of his head opened, collecting all information like a radar.
This dark mire was filled with a nauseating smell of blood everywhere.
To Peter, this action looked like "sniffing."
Still saying you're not a dog!
He thought.
Just as Peter was mentally complaining, Ben sprang into action.
He pushed back with his powerful forelimbs, and his body immediately shot forward, leaping continuously between the rows of buildings.
Wildmutt had excellent running abilities and could adapt to all terrains on land, even scaling cliffs and precipices as if walking on level ground.
This was because his claws were sharp enough to dig into rock.
"Wait, Benny!"
Peter instinctively called out, wanting to follow, but he looked back and saw the unconscious Matt. After hesitating for a moment, he decided to stay.
Meanwhile.
Ben felt that something was very wrong.
In his perception, the entire Hell's Kitchen was laid out before him like a precise map.
The buildings, the people inside them...
All spread out before his eyes in completely different colors.
All the smells were his clues.
Even though this was Hell's Kitchen, filled with blood and gunpowder, he could still precisely smell the scent of Matt's and Peter's blood.
The scent of the blood had moved.
But he couldn't figure out how the thing had moved.
'Here.'
Soon, Ben followed the scent of blood to a dilapidated house.
Here, the smell of blood was so strong that even someone with a dull sense of smell would find it hard to ignore!
He kicked the door open and charged in.
Instantly, blood rushed towards him!
Ben felt like he was standing in the Center for Abnormal Human Studies, like Stephen Chow nearing the cell of the Fire Cloud Cthulhu, the terrifying blood surging like a torrent!
The moment he stepped into the room, Ben felt as if he was enveloped by something.
All his senses began to weaken. He felt like he was standing in a dark world, and this world began to stretch infinitely. Even the ground beneath his feet started to collapse, pulling him deeper and deeper!
All the sensory waves he could use to perceive the outside world were released, but there was no response, as if something had swallowed them.
Like light captured by a black hole.
Fortunately, some scents were just too strong.
He turned his head to "see."
The source of the blood came from a wall.
On that wall, the blood of at least a hundred different people was mixed together, forming a twisted drawing!
Among them, quite a bit of the fresh blood was still viscous and even emitting heat.
He looked down at the corner, where a figure lay.
Just died not long ago...
Besides that, there was nothing else in the room—at least, from Wildmutt's perspective, there was nothing.
However, if Ben could have had eyes right now, he would have discovered a person in black overalls and a hood, staring at him in surprise.
This person had no pupils, and two streams of blood flowed from his dark eye sockets, converging into a black void on his chest.
His limbs were completely covered in black matter. If nothing unexpected happened, that was all oxidized, blackened blood.
This made him look like a black hole, an abyss!
He reeked of blood, but Ben seemed to see right through him.
Muse was extremely surprised.
He hadn't expected a monster to break into his studio.
Fortunately, this monster had no eyes.
He thought.
He absolutely did not want a monster to be the first admirer of his masterpiece!
If anything, he'd find someone with artistic taste.
Ben had thought that using Wildmutt's senses would help him find the so-called monster, but ironically, it was precisely because of Wildmutt that he had brushed past Muse.
As an Inhuman, Muse's body could devour other senses like a black hole; only with eyes could his presence be accurately detected.
This superpower was useless most of the time, but it just so happened that his enemies, Daredevil and Wildmutt, couldn't see anything.
Muse looked at Ben, then looked down at the dagger in his hand, which was not as long as the fangs the other party had mentioned, and gave up the idea of fighting this monster.
Anyway, the other party didn't seem to be destroying his art, so Muse didn't plan to cause himself trouble.
A beast is not my art!
He quietly left from behind Ben.
However, this simple action made Ben sense that something was wrong.
After Muse left, Ben clearly felt his senses rapidly recovering.
It was like a phone finally connecting to the internet after a signal jammer was turned off.
An enemy I can't sense?
He let out a low growl.
This ability was the perfect counter to Wildmutt, but Ben immediately thought of a solution.
At this moment, two figures descended from the sky.
Spider-Man and Daredevil had arrived.
Peter could swing with his webs, and Daredevil's billy club could also extend a rope.
They landed together in front of Ben. Matt, clearly mistaking Ben for another enemy, swung his billy club to smash him before even landing.
"Wait!"
Peter shouted worriedly.
"Don't worry about it, I'll leave it alive!"
Matt said confidently. The next moment, a giant yellow hand slapped hard onto his head, knocking him to the ground!
For some reason, Matt suddenly felt that this move was a bit familiar...
"I'm worried about you."
Peter said helplessly.
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