Chapter 1629 Fishing Day (Twenty-Two)

When evening arrives on Changdao in winter, the setting sun is like honey and wine dripping from a sacred tree, falling slowly from the blue sky until all the forest layers are dyed, the shadows of the trees are green, and the clear chirping of wild ducks as they return to their nests can be heard from the horizon. .

The fishermen began to pack their things in an orderly manner, and then embarked on the journey home in large and small packages.

Schiller first put a few living fish and a bunch of squid into the water tank, then put the killed and sliced ​​fish meat and other ingredients into an insulated box with ice packs, wrapped the fishing rods, and put the stools After folding it, he took two pieces in one hand and walked forward.

Luo Ji, who was the last to arrive and carried the fewest things, couldn't help but turn to look at Schiller and said with a smile: "I have never had the impression in my mind of you coming home from get off work to buy groceries and cook."

"I can cook, but I usually don't buy groceries." Schiller relaxed his shoulders, turned to look at Natasha and said, "After all, I was targeted by SHIELD not long after I came to New York. They volunteered to take care of me. provided me with all the resources for food, clothing, housing and transportation.”

"At that time, Nick still expected you to eat grass and milk cows, but soon you gave him a slap in the face with your salary bill." Natasha also walked forward carrying large and small bags and said with a smile.

As the sun sets over the ice, the mist that had risen on the ice during the day due to the heat gradually disappears, leaving the ice shimmering.

Outside the crisis-ridden battlefield, without the rush of mundane things and the solemn killing of a formidable enemy, the elongated shadows of a few people in the evening sun are like the carving knife of earthly fireworks that withers away the soul, and the accumulated experience over the years is lost. The boredom and sadness are removed bit by bit.

They returned to the door of the lakeside cabin. Nick and Steve, who were closest to the cabin, had already begun to set up the canopy, while Charles and Eric were looking for something among the trees.

"I hope these ladies haven't slowed you down, Schiller. Professor Charles said he saw wild ducks among the trees, and if we're lucky we might be able to eat their eggs."

"You underestimate how quick they are." Schiller put down the things in his hands one by one, turned around and glanced at Gwen Spider-Man, who was throwing things on the stone beach in front of the door. He shook his head and said, "It's just a little bit... Impatient, maybe hungry.”

"Then we should shoulder the responsibility of gentlemen." Steve helped Nick fix the wooden stake, smashed it into the ground with another piece of wood, and said, "Doctor, can you please confirm the menu? This way, even if we are working on multiple projects at the same time, we won’t find ourselves running out of food.”

"Of course, I'll call Gwen here for you. She's looking forward to doing some strenuous work so that she can avoid questioning from Professor Charles. The professor is currently busy getting all the Spider-Men to his academy. "

Schiller went back to the house and put on his wading boots, walked to the reed marsh, called back Gwen Spider-Man who was taking pictures there, and then went to look for Charles and his group in the bushes behind.

Schiller looked around and found no sign of Yin Fan, so he asked Charles, "Where is your other teammate?"

"He is preparing charcoal fire." Charles shook his head from side to side, searching for tracks among the trees and said: "Barbecue charcoal is much more difficult to maintain than a fire. It must burn to just the right level before it can be put into the barbecue pit, otherwise it will be burned." It could start a fire and scorch everything."

"Did I mention that I brought an induction cooker, which may be used to heat vegetables or pancakes, but the house is not connected to outside wires. Can any of you help in this regard?" Schiller took off his gloves. Asked as he came down.

"I'll go back with you. It's unrealistic to find wild ducks here." Eric turned and walked towards the hut, but Charles was still very interested. He waved to the two of them and said, "You go back first. , I bet I saw the footprints of those little guys here, I will definitely be able to find their nest, and then we can eat steaming omelette."

Eric complained as he and Schiller walked back: "He is always like this, as naive as a child, with unrealistic fantasies, and always thinks he is interesting."

"Maybe it was fun for him."

Eric glanced at Schiller in surprise. Schiller seemed to understand what they were saying. He stepped into the grass with one foot deep and the other shallow. He lowered his head and said, "Why, I didn't show a professional smile." , and then explain to you in detail why Charles is interested in this from a psychological point of view, and does it make you feel uncomfortable?”

"I thought you were a doctor 24 hours a day."

"Maybe it was before." Schiller's answer was equally brief and did not explain anything, and Eric said in time: "That's good. Charles always takes the trouble to explain everything to everyone. This is also his fantasy. One symptom of this is that he may truly believe that there are no complete idiots in this world.”

They walked to the back of the house. Eric touched the roses on the outside of the hut with his gloved hand, looked up at the roof, and said with his head raised: "This is a fairly typical fisherman's hut, but this one The owner of the house did not use a generator, he may have connected the line to the power grid of the street lights on the road next to it.”

"You mean he's stealing electricity?"

"It's possible, but I don't think it's stealing. He still has to pay high property taxes for this house, but he doesn't enjoy any municipal benefits. This is what he deserves."

What surprised Eric was that Schiller still didn't say anything. He just nodded and asked, "So is there a way to connect an external line so that we can use the kitchen utensils normally outside the house?"

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Eric also took off his gloves. He looked around and then said: "There is an underground warehouse here. Let's go first to see if there are any usable cables there. I think there are."

Schiller knew why he made this conjecture, because if the owner of this house used cables to steal electricity, then he would definitely not be able to prepare just enough wires. If there were some leftovers, they could only be placed in the warehouse. inside.

Eric opened the cellar door and used his boots to kick open the door, which was already somewhat stuck together due to rust. Schiller pulled the heavy cellar door, and Eric climbed in along the ladder.

After a while, a roll of cable was thrown up, and then Eric climbed up again. He began to look for a place to connect around the house. Soon he and Schiller found the owner of the house on the side of the house to modify the wiring. The electrical box was buried under the east wall of the house.

Eric connected the wires with astonishing proficiency in three or two strokes. Schiller stood nearby and watched, saying in amazement: "I didn't expect you to be so skilled as an electrician."

"Do you think I'm one of those little brats who can't even eat without mutant powers?" Eric snorted coldly and said while busy with his work: "On the way to being chased, I He worked all kinds of jobs, including electrician, bricklayer, porter, milkman, apprenticeship in tooth extraction, ship engine repair, and even church choir teacher.”

"Can you sing?"

"I know a few, but not many. A Spaniard taught me basic arias. Later, when I went into exile in Italy, a lady who loved opera introduced me to a teacher."

Eric's narration is always straightforward, without any modifiers. Even when it appears in the police transcript, it seems a bit dry, but because of its rich content, it can always remind people of those slightly gray years.

After the circuit was completely arranged and the sky had darkened, Eric, who returned to the campground, looked at the wild duck eggs in Charles's hand in shock. Charles was like a child who got a new toy. Show off your gains.

"I just looked at it with a flashlight. There are two eggs here that are fertilized, so we won't eat these two, but take them back and hatch them. I have long needed a few small animals for the children at Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters. They taught life lessons.”

Eric seemed to suddenly become angry. He pulled off the gloves he had just put on with some force, and said: "Yes, show them how caring you are, take the little animals away from their mothers, and then Put them in a cage and educate them.”

"Hey, how could you talk to Dean Charles like that?" Gwen Spider-Man walked over and stared at Eric's leaving figure, looking quite aggrieved, but Charles smiled at her and said, "Don't be angry. Gwen, are you ready for dinner?”

"No, Nick asked me to come over and ask Dean Schiller if he had finalized the menu. He disappeared and didn't bring back any news for a long time. We were all a little worried about him."

"I'm doing this, miss, but you have to tell me first what you want to eat and what dishes you can provide, otherwise you will fly into the reeds later and no one will be able to find you."

Gwen Spider-Man rolled his eyes and thought for a moment, then said: "I don't have anything in particular to eat. The pile of snacks I bought is enough to fill my stomach... Okay, don't look at me like that, I know I should Eat less junk food, then, fried fish?”

Charles shook his head, obviously feeling that this was not healthy, but Schiller nodded. He patted Gwen Spider-Man on the back, asked her to turn around, and said to her: "Go and see if the charcoal is ready. , go ahead.”

Gwen Spider-Man was kicked out of the conversation between Schiller and Charles for some unknown reasons. She shook her head and didn't take it to heart.

But when Gwen Spider-Man walked around the house, she thought she understood what Schiller meant. At this time, two Russians, Yin Fan and Natasha, were playing with the charcoal fire for the barbecue.

Gwen Spider-Man glanced left and right and found that there was no one else around, so she rushed to where the two were working in three steps. She stopped suddenly, covered her mouth with her hand and coughed twice, and said Yin Fan said: "Well, Nick and the others are looking for you."

Yin Fan raised his head and glanced into the distance with some confusion, but Spider-Man Gwen had already squeezed in between the two of them, pushed Yin Fan out, and said, "Hurry up and leave it to me. ”

Yin Fan lowered his head and glanced at the almost ready charcoal fire, stood up, patted the dust on his pants, and walked away.

"What's wrong with you? Gwen?" Natasha, who was squatting on the ground digging for charcoal, looked up at Spider-Man Gwen in surprise and asked.

"Nothing, I just came from Dr. Schiller. He asked me to make sure the charcoal fire is ready on time." Spider-Man Gwen winked at Natasha.

An alarm bell rang in Natasha's heart. She stared at Gwen's face repeatedly, as if to ensure that the clear stupidity was not contaminated. Spider-Man Gwen observed the slightly nervous expression of the female agent and said to her heart, " Indeed it is.”