Even though he didn't have eyes, Ben rolled his eyes internally.
Peter quickly helped Matt up and said, "Wait, Daredevil, he's not our enemy. He's the Super Power Watch... I mean, Wildmutt."
Matt didn't know how to respond to Peter's explanation for a moment.
The creature before him didn't feel like any species from Earth. He found it hard to believe the other party was "one of them."
Ben paid no mind to Matt's thoughts.
After all, he wasn't familiar with Matt. If Peter hadn't been injured, and if the abilities of the monster they encountered hadn't piqued Ben's interest, he wouldn't have bothered with any of this.
Meanwhile, Peter and Matt also noticed the blood paintings on the wall.
The three of them present could only muster one pair of eyes, and they happened to be Peter's.
Therefore, Peter was the only one who could see the full picture of the paintings.
The distorted artwork, created entirely with blood, immediately made him feel uncomfortable. The figures in the paintings had no pupils, their faces contorted in terror.
He felt like he was going to vomit.
"That monster, he killed this person to paint?"
"The blood of just one person isn't enough," Matt gritted out, speaking with resentment.
"He's harmed at least one hundred and thirteen people!"
But he also wondered, the smell of blood here was so strong, like a slaughterhouse. How had he never noticed it before?
"Then how do we find him?" Peter asked.
He was already powerless. Now, he could only place his hope in Matt and Ben.
Having two blind people search for someone, he really wanted to blurt out the thought: he was so talkative.
"I can't do anything either." Matt shook his head.
His senses were useless against the enemy. He even suspected that the monster's constant presence here was why he hadn't noticed the bloody smell on the wall before.
Thinking of this, he looked at Ben again—this strange alien dog...
"Your... friend," he struggled to find a word that wasn't too offensive, "can he find that guy?"
Peter nodded subconsciously.
Actually, he had already noticed that Wildmutt's method of finding enemies was probably similar to Matt's, and the enemy was precisely the type that countered Wildmutt the most.
But he still felt that Ben could do it.
As the saying goes, my cousin is invincible!
Ben didn't disappoint him.
At this moment, he calmed his mind and pushed Wildmutt's senses to their absolute limit!
The gill-like slits on the sides of his head opened, and information from the entire city flooded into his brain.
A picture of all of New York City unfolded in Ben's mind.
From his perspective, Peter and Matt looking at the blood painting in terror, it extended outwards, encompassing all of Hell's Kitchen...
No sin could hide. He saw, just a block away, a homeless man lying on waterlogged cardboard. Not far off, a gangster held a gun to another gangster's jaw. Through the wall, he heard a drunken man smash a bottle over his wife's head...
...Beyond Hell's Kitchen, Manhattan remained prosperous.
This giant, three-dimensional image of New York appeared in Ben's mind like a holographic projection.
But this map wasn't complete. It had a huge gap.
That area was like a massive black hole, constantly swallowing Ben's senses, making him unable to detect anything.
'Found it!'
He thought.
When he realized Wildmutt's super senses were ineffective, he had an idea.
He could use the opponent's abilities to find them.
Since it was a monster that couldn't be detected by senses beyond sight, he just needed to do the opposite: find the gap, and he would clearly know the enemy's location.
However, he didn't act immediately. Instead, he turned his head towards Peter and Matt and shook his head at them.
He had indeed found the monster, but he didn't plan to tell Peter and Matt.
This was because Wildmutt's transformation time was limited, only thirty minutes.
Although he had previously gained permission from the Little Broken Watch and obtained Life Lock Mode, activating this mode required a voice command.
And the Little Broken Watch couldn't translate Wildmutt's language...
"You can't find him either?"
Peter asked in surprise.
"I'm leaving."
Ben carved words onto the floor with his claws. Then, ignoring Matt and Peter's reactions, he rushed out of the room and disappeared onto the rooftop like a werewolf under the moonlight.
After a night's events, Matt felt a bit exhausted.
"Spider-Man, we have no leads right now, let's call it a night."
Matt planned to investigate thoroughly with a different identity during the day.
The monster had used so much blood from so many people to create this painting, over a hundred victims, it was impossible that there would be no clues.
"Alright..."
Peter nodded, also preparing to leave.
Meanwhile, on the other side.
After leaving Hell's Kitchen, Ben slipped into a sewer.
He had already returned to his original form, wearing the Spider Suit, and everyone would just assume he was Spider-Man.
"The sewer again."
"I've really become Spider-Man."
He sighed, then raised his right hand: "Eunice, project the network map of Manhattan's underground pipelines."
"Understood, sir."
Eunice's cold voice responded, and the next moment, a holographic projection appeared from his wristband.
Unlike Peter's suit, which hadn't had AI installed yet, Ben had already installed a small chip on his web shooter.
Flicking through the projection with his left hand, Ben quickly marked a location from memory.
He wasn't worried about the enemy escaping, because when he transformed into Wildmutt, he had already discovered the enemy's base, and besides that one enemy, there were nearly a hundred weak voices.
Clearly, these were ordinary people the enemy had captured.
Although they were ordinary people, some of their identities were not so ordinary.
"Councilwoman Andrea's daughter?" Ben chuckled. "This is an unexpected bonus."
A councilwoman might not have much power, but if he could use her as an entry point to gain the support of more council members, Primus's future development would be much smoother.
With that thought, he stopped complaining about the sewer environment and followed Eunice's guidance deeper into the sewer.
At the same time.
At Muse's base.
Hundreds of weak people were hanging from the sewer ceiling like dried jerky.
Most of them had little breath left, constantly bleeding without any nutritional replenishment, leaving them on the brink of death.
Not to mention, in this place full of bacteria, their wounds had long since become infected.
Most of them had fevers, their bodies ravaged by illness.
Andrea watched the scene in terror.
She had only been brought here recently, and the monster hadn't had a chance to act on her yet, but seeing the horrific state of these people, she was utterly despairing.
Would she end up like these people?
Her limbs would be cut off by the monster's knife and then sewn onto something else, becoming his so-called bizarre artwork?
Or would she be hung upside down, her veins cut open to bleed continuously until she died?
She thought fearfully.
And just then, Muse appeared silently like a ghost.
"As expected, once a person dies, the blood that flows out decreases..."
His arrival made Andrea's pupils contract, and her breath hitched.
Then, she saw the monster pick up a saw, walk up to a person with little breath left, grab his arm, and begin to saw.
"Screeeech—"
The rusty iron saw scraped against flesh and bone, emitting a piercing sound.
"Where should I attach this hand?"
His hollow eyes darted around, settling on Andrea, who was tightly bound and thrown on the ground.
The next moment, his faceless face seemed to break into a smile.
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