Chapter 1593

When evening arrived on Long Island in winter, the sunset was like honey and wine poured down by the divine tree, slowly falling from the azure sky until the forest was dyed, the tree shadows were green, and the crisp chirping of wild ducks returning to their nests came from the horizon.

The anglers began to pack up their things in an orderly manner, and then stepped on the way home with bags and bundles.

Schiller first put the living fish and a pile of squid into the water tank, then put the killed and sliced fish meat and other ingredients into the insulated box with ice packs, packed the fishing rods, folded the stools, and then walked forward with two portions in each hand.

Loki, who came the latest and carried the least, couldn't help but turn her head to look at Schiller, smiled and said: "In the past, I never had the impression of you getting off work, buying groceries, and cooking."

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

"At that time, Nick still hoped you would eat grass and squeeze milk, but soon you gave him a head-on blow with your salary bill," Seeing Natasha also walked forward carrying bags and bundles, and said with a smile.

When the sunset shone on the ice, the mist that rose on the ice due to heat during the day gradually disappeared, making the ice shine brightly.

Outside the battlefield full of crises, without the rush of mundane things and the murderous aura of facing a great enemy, the shadows of the few people stretched by the sunset in the evening were like carving knives for the soul of mundane fireworks, little by little removing the boredom and sorrow accumulated over the years.

They returned to the front of the lakeside cabin. Nick and Steve, who were closest to the cabin, had already begun to set up the canopy, while Charles and Erik were looking for something in the bushes.

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

"You underestimate how nimble they are," Schiller put down the things in his hands one by one, turned his head to look at Gwen Spider-Man, who had thrown everything onto the pebble beach in front of the door, shook his head and said: "Just a bit impatient, perhaps hungry."

"Then we should take on the responsibility of gentlemen," Steve helped Nick fix the wooden stakes and hammered them into the ground with another piece of wood, saying: "Doctor, could I trouble you to confirm the menu? That way, even if we do multiple projects at the same time, we won't find ourselves busy and have no food to eat."

"Of course, I'll help you call Gwen. She is looking forward to doing some hard work, so she can avoid Professor Charles's questioning. The Professor has been busy getting all the Spider-Men into his academy lately."

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

Schiller looked left and right, didn't find Ivan, so he asked Charles: "Where is your other teammate?"

"He is preparing charcoal," Charles shook his head left and right, searching for footprints between the bushes and said: "Barbecue charcoal is harder to serve than a campfire. It has to burn to just the right degree before it can be put into the barbecue grill, otherwise it might flare up and burn everything."

"Did I say, I brought an induction cooker? Maybe it can be used to heat vegetables or make pancakes, but there is no power cord connected to the outside of the house. Does anyone here can help with this?" Schiller asked while taking off his gloves.

"I'll go back with you. It's unrealistic to find wild ducks here," Erik turned and walked toward the cabin, but Charles was still very interested. He waved to the two and said: "You go back first. I bet I saw the footprints of those little guys here. I will definitely find their nest, and then we can eat hot fried eggs."

On the way back with Schiller, Erik complained: "He is always like this, as innocent as a child, holding unrealistic fantasies, and always thinks he is interesting."

"Maybe it is interesting to him."

Erik looked at Schiller with some surprise. Schiller seemed to understand what they were saying, stepped deep and shallow in the grass, lowered his head and said: "Why, I didn't show a professional smile, and then explain to you in detail from a psychological perspective why Charles would feel interesting, making you feel uncomfortable?"

"I thought you were a doctor twenty-four hours a day."

"Maybe in the past," Schiller's answer was equally brief, and he didn't explain anything. Erik said at the right time: "That's good. Charles is always explaining everything to everyone tirelessly. This is also a major manifestation of his fantasy symptoms. He might really believe that there are no complete fools in this world."

They walked to the back of the house. Erik touched the roses on the outside of the cabin with his gloved hand, looked up at the roof, and said: "This is a quite typical fisherman's cabin, but the owner of this house didn't use a generator. He might have connected the circuit to the power grid of the street lamp on the side of the road."

"You mean he is stealing electricity?"

"It's possible, but I don't think this is 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."

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

Erik also took off his gloves, looked left and right, and said: "There is an underground warehouse here. Let's go see if there are any cables we can use. 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 couldn't have only prepared cables that were just long enough. If some leftovers were left behind, they could only be placed in the warehouse.

Erik opened the door of the cellar, kicked open the door that was already a bit sticky due to rust with his boots. Schiller pulled the heavy cellar door, and Erik climbed in along the ladder.

After a while, a roll of cable was thrown up, and then Erik climbed up. He began to look for connection points around the house. Soon he and Schiller found the electrical box used by the owner of the house to modify the circuit on the side of the house, buried under the wall on the east side of the house.

Erik operated with amazing proficiency and connected the wires in three or two strokes. Schiller stood by and watched, exclaiming: "I didn't expect your electrician skills to be so skilled."

"Do you think I am one of those brats who can't even eat without mutant abilities?" Erik snorted coldly, busy with his work and said: "On the way to being hunted, I have done all kinds of work: electrician, mason, porter, milkman, worked as a dental apprentice, repaired ship engines, and even served as a teacher in a church choir."

"You can sing?"

"I can do 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."

Erik's narrative was always plain, without any modifiers. Even if it appeared in a police record, it would seem a bit dry, but because of the richness of the content, it always reminded people of those years with a bit of gray tone.

By the time the circuit was completely arranged, the sky had darkened. Erik, who returned to the vicinity of the camp, looked at the wild duck eggs in Charles's hands with some shock. Charles was like a child who got a new toy, showing off his harvest to his old friend.

"I just looked with a flashlight. Two of the eggs are fertilized, so we won't eat these two, but take them back to hatch. I have long needed a few small animals to teach life lessons to the children of the Xavier School for Gifted Youngsters."

Erik seemed to be suddenly angry. 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 mother, and then lock them in a cage to educate them."

"Hey, how can you talk to Dean Charles like that?" Gwen Spider-Man, who walked over, stared at Erik's departing back, appearing quite indignant. Charles smiled at her and said: "Don't be angry, Gwen. Is it time to eat?"

"No, Nick asked me to come and ask if Dean Schiller has confirmed the menu. He disappeared and hasn't brought back news for a long time. We are all a bit worried about him."

"I am doing this, 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 reed marsh later, and no one will find you."

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

Charles shook his head, clearly thinking this was not much healthier. Schiller nodded, patted Gwen Spider-Man's back to make her turn around, and said to her: "Go see if the charcoal is ready, go."

Gwen Spider-Man was driven out of the conversation between Schiller and Charles without knowing why. She shook her head and didn't take it to heart.

But when Gwen Spider-Man went around the house, she felt she understood Schiller's meaning. At this time, Ivan and Seeing Natasha, two Russians, were fiddling with the charcoal for barbecue.

Gwen Spider-Man glanced left and right, found no one else around, so she rushed to the place where the two were working in three steps and two steps, stopped with an emergency brake, covered her mouth and coughed softly twice, and said to Ivan: "Uh, Nick and the others are looking for you."

Ivan looked up and looked into the distance with some doubt, but Gwen Spider-Man had already squeezed between the two, pushed Ivan out, and said: "Hurry over, leave this to me."

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

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

"Nothing, I just came from Dr. Schiller. He asked me to ensure the charcoal could be ready on time," Gwen Spider-Man winked at Seeing Natasha.

Seeing Natasha's alarm bells rang in her heart. She stared at Gwen's face and examined it repeatedly, as if to ensure that the kind of clear stupidity hadn't been polluted. Gwen Spider-Man observed the slightly nervous expression of the female agent and thought, "Sure enough."