American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

“Actually, I’m a local and I inherited this farm from my parents.”

Stared by the chief's seemingly thoughtful gaze, Peter put down the tableware with a calm expression and said.

"You don't look like a local, Peter."

Seeing that the atmosphere at the dinner table was a little weird, Kelly quickly tried to change the topic, "My grandfather is an expert in studying ancient writings. I believe that my grandfather can decipher the writings in the cave and maybe solve some mysteries."

The chief looked towards his granddaughter, "Only if Luther doesn't bulldoze these caves."

He thanked Peter again, "Anyway, Peter, I have to express my gratitude to you. If it weren't for you, that man would really have done this."

Kelly asked curiously: "Grandpa, do you know Lenor Luther very well?"

"I don't know him, but I know he's a wolf in sheep's clothing."

Peter nodded slightly when he heard this and looked towards Kelly.

He didn't know if Lenore was a wolf in sheep's clothing, but there was a real woman in wolf's clothing here.

The next day, early morning.

Star-Lord, who was sitting in his stroller, was concentrating on an advertisement on TV.

The heavily armed gunman was shooting with a six-gun.

But instead of bullets, he shot cookies.

Stacked around the shooter were chocolate-flavored slices, pretzels and oatmeal.

The gunman stands dejectedly among a pile of cookies, his gun shell empty, and dejectedly utters lines such as "Oh, all the bad guys have escaped."

Then, with the high-pitched background music, the gunman suddenly changed his expression and faced the screen and said: "I have sugar cookies, the best sugar cookies in the West, or even anywhere."

Finally, after the gunman took a bite of the cookie and showed an expression of orgasmic joy, the whole film gradually faded away.

Peter looked at this silly commercial speechlessly and asked Kelly, who was clearing away the dishes, "You didn't give Star-Lord a cookie, did you? Kelly."

"No, Star-Lord is just a baby, he is not suitable for eating cookies."

After saying that, Kelly glanced at Star-Lord, who was addicted to commercials, and continued: "That's what I say, but in my opinion, Star-Lord doesn't look like a baby who is not suitable for eating cookies."

"You mean his weight?"

Kelly shook her head, "No, not just the weight and size, but also his current maturity."

Peter asked doubtfully: "What maturity level?"

"He seems to be able to speak."

Kelly thought of the scene when the naughty kid called her mom when she was taking care of him last night.

"Yeah?"

Peter looked at Star-Lord, who was staring at the TV and drooling, "What did he say?"

This kind of thing...how could Kelly, who had never heard of anyone, have the nerve to say it, so she could only make up a lie casually, "He said 'hungry'."

Hearing this, Peter looked at Star-Lord with surprised eyes.

"Is he really a 'genius'?"

At this time, Star-Lord seemed to hear Peter and Kelly discussing him. After looking away from the TV, he smiled innocently at the two.

Meanwhile, Smallville Elementary School.

Azu and Clark sat in front of the TV.

It happened that a Sharp cookie commercial was playing on the TV.

This scene is already familiar to children who watch "Crazy Rabbit" and "Dragon Gang" every Saturday morning.

Clark looked at the advertisement on TV and said to Azu: "I think this kind of cookie should be delicious."

"I think you should be careful not to become like Star-Lord. Desserts are the most fattening food."

Azu felt that Clark should be advised that sugar cookies need to be controlled in moderation.

"Cocoa Bear, Bran, and Sharp's Whole Grain Dinner sound like they're full of fattening stuff."

Azu counted these foods that he thought were very dangerous, "Dad said that these things cannot be trusted, and sweets are all evil."

Clark said confidently: "I think the lack of self-control is the devil. Obviously, I am the one who has self-control."

"No, you have no self-control, Clark, you will be tempted by the devil."

"You are the one who will be tempted by the devil, Azu."

Clark replied competitively.

afternoon.

After returning home from school, Clark and Azu were still arguing about who would be the easily corrupted person.

The two talked about the devil again.

Clark, who is curious, asks Peter about the legend of the devil.

"Perhaps Miss Kelly can explain to you that there are many legends about demons in their Indian legends."

Peter kicked the two curious naughty children to Kelly.

"We're not Indians, Peter."

Kelly said dissatisfied: "We are the Kawachi people living in this land."

"My bad, are there any demons in your Cavachi legends? Or a Wendigo? Bigfoot?"

Peter asked the other party curiously: "Or a similar story. These are two very curious children. They want to hear bizarre stories."

"Do you really want to hear it?"

Kelly put Star-Lord on the child's chair, coughed and asked the two of them.

Peter looked at her face and always felt that this woman had evil intentions.

"Of course." the two brothers said in unison.

"Okay, this is a scary story. A long time ago, a demon came to this town. He wasn't a werewolf, a vampire, or a ghoul. He wasn't something from an enchanted forest or a snow-covered wasteland. Guy, he's a demon named Dude."

"He killed a lot of people and the whole town was under his shadow."

Kelly's tone was a little low, "Later, a man named John Smith discovered his name through a kind of magic, but before he could catch him, Dude committed suicide."

"Are you done?"

Azu scratched his head and asked.

"Yes, the story ends like this, but the nightmare about this devil remains. One day he might be resurrected and capture the disobedient children."

As she spoke, Kelly stretched out her hand, pretending to have sharp claws and said:

"He's there when the wind whistles through the chimney and the stove holes buzz with old can lids, and if you don't be a good boy, everyone else in the house will When you're asleep, what you see out of your bedroom window may be his face."

Kelly deliberately let out a low whimper, "Or... it could be his face that looks directly at you secretly from the closet in the middle of the night."

"Also, he'll have a smile on his face, and his left hand will be holding the stop sign that kids use when crossing the street, and the other hand will be holding the razor he used to commit suicide... so... shhh , don’t let him hear it!”

Azu and Clark were completely immersed in the vivid stories told by Kelly.

After looking at each other, Clark, who was less timid, held his breath nervously and did not dare to move.

Although Azu knew that Kelly was most likely talking nonsense, he was still drawn into Kelly's story.

"Well, the devil is dead and Dude is rotting in his coffin, so don't worry about him coming to capture you."

Peter came over and patted Clark and Azu on the shoulders, signaling them to wash their hands and prepare to eat.

After the two naughty children left, Peter said helplessly to Kelly: "I didn't expect, Miss Kelly, that you still like to play pranks."

"Prank? This is not a prank. There are indeed similar stories in our tribe."

"Yeah?"

Peter hugged Star-Lord and teased him for a while, then turned to Kelly and said: "In my vague memory, my mother or grandmother, in order to calm me down, said that the devil in a black raincoat would catch me. Walk."

"It was an age of enlightenment where parents knew that the things they did and the things they said could cause psychological harm to their children."

Peter revealed his vague memories of his previous life as a child.

Kelly poured herself a glass of water and shook her head, "Clark and John, they will not be frightened by the story I just told, let alone leave any psychological trauma. They are not ordinary children, especially Azu, you Did you see his disbelieving expression just now?"

Peter shook his head, "Actually, in some ways, they are just ordinary kids."

He could see that this sinister wolf girl seemed to want to prank Azu because Azu always said that she was Star-Lord's mother.

Clark was unlucky to be implicated. Azu was not frightened, but he was frightened.

When he was about to continue discussing children's education with the wolf girl, the phone suddenly rang.

After picking up the phone, he said a few words to the other party and hung up with a serious face.

"What's wrong?"

Kelly watched Peter frown and walked over to him and asked.

"There was a murder in the small town. The deceased was a farmer. The police want to find the farmer in the small town to learn about the situation."

Charles Boone's farm.

This farm located at the end of Smallwell Town was surrounded by many police and residents.

Peter and Kelly, who was holding Star-Lord, walked to the outside of the cordon.

Noticing Peter's presence, Officer Chandler immediately came over and set up a cordon for the two men.

Seeing Kelly holding the child, Chandler coughed and introduced himself to the other party.

"I'm Chandler, ma'am, nice to meet you."

He thought Kelly was Peter's new girlfriend, took one look at her delicate facial features and hot figure, and said with some envy: "Peter is a very lucky guy."

Kelly nodded in agreement, but looking at Chandler's face, she quickly understood what he meant.

This guy thinks she is Peter's wife?

He glanced at Peter, and then at himself standing next to him holding the child.

Well, it does seem like a couple.

In her confusion, Chandler brought Peter to the scene.

Looking at the body that had been torn into two pieces on the ground and the walls stained red with blood, Peter frowned.

"what happened?"

"As you can see, Charles Boone was torn in half."

"When did it happen?"

Peter looked down at the torn corpse and asked the other party: "A simple murder? Or was it a looting of the farm?"

"We don't know yet."

Chandler shook his head and said worriedly: "Because I don't know the murderer's motive, I called the farmers in Smallwell and told them to be careful recently. Maybe the murderer's purpose is to rob the property on the farm." Criminals like to prey on farmers.”

Peter nodded and bent down to examine the dead man's wounds.

The wound seemed to have been torn open directly, not like an injury from an ordinary knife.

He stood up and looked at the blood splashed into a picture on the wall with a serious expression.

This doesn't seem to be the work of humans.