Chapter 1629 Fishing Day (Twenty-Two)

Chapter 1602 Fishing Day (Twenty-two)

When the winter evening came on Long Island, the setting sun was like honey and wine flowing from the sacred tree, slowly falling from the blue sky until the forest was dyed with colors, the shadows of the trees were lush, and the crisp calls of wild ducks returning to their nests came from the horizon.

The anglers began to pack up in an orderly manner, and then set off on the journey home with large and small bags.

Schiller first put a few living fish and a pile of squid into the water tank, then put the fish meat and other ingredients that had been killed and sliced ​​into pieces into the insulated box with ice packs, wrapped the fishing rod, folded the stool, and then he took two in each hand and walked forward.

Loki, who came the latest and had the least stuff, couldn't help but turn her head to look at Schiller and said with a smile: "I never had the impression that you would go home after get off work to buy groceries and cook."

"I can cook, but I usually don't buy groceries." Schiller relaxed his shoulders lightly, turned his head to look at Natasha and said: "After all, I was targeted by SHIELD not long after I came to New York, and they volunteered to cover all my resources for food, clothing, housing and transportation."

"At that time, Nick still relied on you to eat grass and milk, but soon you used your salary bill to give him a blow." Natasha also walked forward with a lot of bags and said with a smile.

When the setting sun shone on the ice, the mist that rose on the ice due to the heat during the day gradually disappeared, making the ice appear to be shining.

Outside the battlefield full of crises, there was no rush of mundane things and the solemn killing as if facing a great enemy. The elongated shadows of several people in the evening sunset were like a carving knife of worldly fireworks carving the soul, removing the boredom and sorrow accumulated over the years bit by bit.

They returned to the door of the lakeside cottage. Nick and Steve, who were closest to the cottage, had already started to set up the tent, while Charles and Eric were looking for something among the bushes.

"I hope these ladies didn't slow you down, Schiller. Professor Charles said he saw wild ducks among the bushes. If we are lucky, we may be able to eat wild duck eggs."

"You underestimated their dexterity." Schiller put down the things in his hands one by one, turned his head and looked at Gwen Spider-Man who threw all the things on the stone beach in front of the door, shook his head and said, "Just a little impatient, maybe hungry."

"Then we should assume the responsibility of a gentleman." Steve helped Nick fix the stake and hit it with another piece of wood. Entering the field, he said, "Doctor, can you please check the menu? This way, even if we are working on multiple projects at the same time, we won't find ourselves busy and have no food to eat."

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

Schiller went back to the house and changed into wading boots, walked to the reed marsh, called Gwen Spider-Man who was taking pictures there, and then went to the bushes behind to find Charles and his group.

Schiller looked around and didn't see Ivan, so he asked Charles, "Where's your other teammate?"

"He's preparing the charcoal fire." Charles shook his head left and right, searching for footprints among the bushes and said, "Barbecue charcoal is much more difficult to take care of than a fire. It must burn to the right degree before it can be put into the barbecue grill, otherwise it may burst into flames and burn everything."

"Did I mention that I brought an induction cooker, which may be used to heat vegetables or pancakes, but there is no power line connected to the outside in the house. Can anyone help with this?" Schiller asked while taking off his gloves.

"I'll go back with you. It's unrealistic to find wild ducks here." Eric turned and walked towards the cabin, but Charles was still very interested. He waved to the two and said, "You go back first. I bet I can find their nests after seeing the footprints of the little guys here, and then we can eat steaming hot fried eggs."

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

"Maybe it is interesting to him."

Eric looked at Schiller in surprise. Schiller seemed to understand what they said. He stepped deep and shallow in the grass nest, lowered his head and said, "Why, I didn't show a professional smile and then explain to you in detail from the perspective of psychology. Why does Charles find this interesting? Does it make you feel uncomfortable? "

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

"Maybe I used to be." Schiller's answer was also brief, and he didn't explain anything. Eric said at the right time: "This is good. Charles always explains everything to everyone tirelessly. This is also a major manifestation of his fantasy symptoms. He may really believe that there are no complete fools in the world."

They walked to the back of the house. Eric stroked the roses on the outside of the hut with his gloved hands, looked up at the roof, and said, "This is a typical fisherman's hut, but the owner of this house does not use a generator. He may have connected the line to the power grid of the street lights next to the highway."

"You mean he is 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 can't enjoy any municipal benefits. This is what he deserves."

What surprised Eric was that Schiller still said nothing. He just nodded and asked, "Then is there a way to connect an external line so that we can use the kitchen utensils normally outside the house?"

Eric also took off his gloves. He looked around and said, "There is an underground warehouse here. Let's go and see if there are any cables that can be used there. I think there are."

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

Eric opened the door of the cellar and kicked the door that was already stuck together due to rust with his boots. Schiller pulled the heavy cellar door and Eric climbed in along the ladder.

After a while, a roll of cables 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 electrical box on the side of the house that the owner used to modify the line. It was buried under the wall on the east side of the house.

Eric connected the wires in a few strokes with amazing skill. Schiller stood by and watched, saying in amazement: "I didn't expect your electrical skills to be so proficient."

"Do you think I'm one of those little brats who can't even eat without mutant powers?" Eric snorted coldly, busy with his work and said: "On the way to being hunted, I have done all kinds of jobs, electrician, bricklayer, porter, milkman, tooth extraction apprentice, repair ship engines, and even worked as a church choir teacher."

"Can you sing?"

"Some, but not much. A Spaniard taught me basic arias. Later, I went into exile in Italy, and a lady who loved opera introduced me to a teacher."

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

By the time the circuit was fully arranged, it was already dark. Eric, who had returned to the camp, looked at the wild duck eggs in Charles' hand with some shock. Charles was like a child who had got a new toy, showing off his harvest to his old friend.

"I just used a flashlight to look at it. There are two fertilized eggs here, so we won't eat these two eggs, but take them back to hatch them. I have long needed a few small animals to teach the children of Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters about life."

Eric seemed to be angry suddenly. He pulled off the gloves he had just put on with some force and said, "Yes, show them how loving you are, take the small animals away from their mothers, and then put them in cages to educate them."

"Hey, how can you talk to Dean Charles like this?" Gwen Spider-Man came over and stared at Eric's back, looking quite indignant, but Charles smiled at her and said, "Don't be angry, Gwen, is it time to eat?"

"No, Nick asked me to come and ask Dean Schiller if he has confirmed the menu. He disappeared and hasn't been seen for a long time. Bring back the news, we are all a little worried about him. "

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

Gwen Spider-Man rolled her eyes and thought for a while, and said, "I don't have anything special to eat. The pile of snacks I bought is enough to fill my stomach... Well, don't look at me like that, I know I should eat less junk food, so, fried fish?"

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

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

But when Gwen Spider-Man walked around the house, she felt that she understood what Schiller meant. At this time, Ivan and Natasha, two Russians, were fiddling with the charcoal for barbecue.

Gwen Spider-Man glanced around and found that there was no one around, so she rushed to the place where the two were working, braked suddenly, covered her mouth with her hand and coughed twice, and said to Ivan: "Uh, Nick and the others are looking for you."

Ivan looked up at the distance with some doubt, but Gwen Spider-Man had squeezed in between the two and pushed Ivan out, and then said: "Hurry over, just leave it to me."

Ivan looked down at the charcoal fire that was almost ready, stood up, patted the dust on his pants, and walked away.

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

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

Natasha's heart suddenly started to ring with alarm bells, she stared at Gwen's face again and again, as if to make sure that clear stupidity was not contaminated, while Gwen Spider-Man observed the slightly nervous expression of the female agent and thought to herself "as expected".