Chapter 1837: Madman's Journey (Part Thirteen)_1

Spider Man stepped back a few steps in shock, his eyes fixed on the large characters on the wall. He carefully walked over, the strong smell of blood wafting into his nostrils before he got too close.

Without a doubt, the characters on the wall were written in blood. Spider Man quickly analyzed that it was ordinary venous blood, devoid of any fragments of internal organs or brain matter and quite different from the thick dark red blood found in zombies.

"Wait... are there any survivors?!" Spider Man swiftly realized something. He searched the interior of the Wakanda spaceship for any signs of life.

Unfortunately, the small spaceship had only two rooms. The cockpit was past the wall, and it was clear, from the observation window, that no one was in there. At this moment, the spaceship was deserted.

Spider Man turned to look at Helen. Walking over, she observed the blood-stained writings on the wall and said, "From the looks of the dried blood, it wasn't long ago that these words were written. We may have just missed them."

Helen gestured for Spider Man to step back, adding, "I was held by the Time Management Bureau with my mother. Mobius left me in the bureau's office when he went to speak with Loki. Taking advantage of the situation, I gathered many time machines."

"However, the control of the timeline requires special rule abilities, which I lack, so I can't do that yet. But I can use an item to see past events, albeit going back only two hours."

"I think it's necessary to expend some energy to see who wrote these words. Put your hand on my shoulder. I'll use divine power to transmit the image to you."

Spider Man stepped forward and gently rested his hand on Helen's shoulder. As she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her body instinctively flinched slightly, but her magical abilities, like divine power, remained usable. Helen reached out a hand, emanating the same light as the Time Management Bureau's portal.

The moment her fingertips touched the blood writing, a foggy scene appeared before both their eyes.

The red characters on the wall rippled like water's surface, a drop of bright red blood separating from it, like a droplet of rain rising in a storm.

Through countless light shadows, this bright red blood drop traversed, like a shuttle crossing a galaxy, through numerous obscure shadows, returning to the pulsating flesh. Then, with a 'whoosh', the wound zipped up like a zipper.

In their line of sight, a red and blue arm appeared.

"Coward, did you forget something?"

Venom's voice echoed in Eddie's mind. His hand, rummaging through the storage cabinet, paused momentarily. He inquired mentally, "Forget what?"

"You're concerned that if we stay here too long, I might get hungry, so you're looking for food for me. But isn't there a possibility we don't have to stay here for long?"

Eddie resumed his actions and said, "Of course I've considered that we find the clues as quickly as possible and leave this world."

"But Venom, I'm not some great detective. I'm just an ordinary person. Most of the time, ordinary people investigate things more out of luck than anything else. So, if we're unlucky, and we exhaust our energy without finding any resources for long-term survival, things will only get worse."

"Yes, it used to be that way." Venom, unusually agreeable with Eddie, understood the pressure Eddie was under. There was a touch of hesitation in his voice, but finally, he added, "Alright, Eddie. Do you realize you're quite narrow-minded? You cannot deny that you never buy any products from Stark Industries simply because that jerk was once my host."

"I just don't believe that a military industrial firm producing light industrial products has anything worth buying," Eddie responded in a sulky tone.

"But we must address this now." Venom, putting his limited EQ to work, said, "Look at where we are! This is the Stark Building, specifically the top-tier laboratory which is of utmost importance to Stark."

"And I, I am a symbiote who once hosted Tony Stark. I possess all his knowledge and most of his wisdom. This is a treasure trove for us. We could definitely adopt some radical measures!"

Just as Eddie was about to reply, Venom interrupted, "Can we keep hiding forever? We'll eventually run into those undead Avengers, and if I'm not mistaken, Stark Industries' database contains information on each Avenger. Maybe Stark even devised a battle plan against them."

"If we can find this information, we won't just be running away the next time we encounter danger. We'll at least have a fighting chance."

Eddie was silent.

He didn't know how to refute Venom, because what Venom said was true. Yet, it made him feel a profound sense of helplessness.

Why would Venom suggest this? It was because Eddie was just an ordinary person. He didn't understand the Avengers or the intricacies of the upper echelons. Even if he were a detective, without adequate information and knowledge, he couldn't deduce anything.