Chapter 4220

This was originally a garage, but now it had been converted into a workshop. Things were piled up messily inside, completely different from the clean, tidy, and sparsely furnished old house.

"Did you get the fishing line?"

"Not yet," the agent shook his head and said, "This place is really too remote; even if I wait for a friend to send it, I have to wait a while. Can you show me the fishing rod you made?"

Linda handed him the thing in her hand. The agent took it and looked at it, finding that it was indeed as she said; her craftsmanship was quite good. Although this thing was wooden, it looked quite like the real thing. It's just that perhaps because Linda hadn't seen a modern fishing rod and just made it based on imagination, the center of gravity of the rod was a bit problematic, and the flexibility wasn't enough.

The agent thought for a while, then said: "You shave the front part thinner, preferably a bit softer, otherwise there's no way to play the fish. Anadromous fish are all very strong; you must have enough strength and patience to defeat them, and good tools are also essential."

Linda nodded and began to modify the fishing rod. But just at this moment, footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, and Aunt Kane's voice gradually approached from afar.

"Linda, Linda!! Are you there? You're tinkering with those damn things again... oh, my god, Mr. Rodriguez. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to remind you that dinner is ready..."

Aunt Kane was originally fierce, but when she saw the agent was also in the garage, her attitude changed 180 degrees, and her face immediately blossomed with joy.

And it was while the agent was talking to Aunt Kane that Linda quietly hid the fishing rod. Aunt Kane seemed to think she was performing well, so she didn't look at what she was tinkering with.

After she left, the agent pretended to be offended and said: "Your mother is good in every way, warmly entertaining us, and her words and deeds have a very upper-class style. But for some reason, she just wants to set us two up."

"Are you not interested?" Linda suddenly spoke up. The agent turned his head and saw her revealing that kind of eerie smile again.

"I have a fiancée," the agent said, "and we are getting married when we go back from the United States this time."

The agent didn't see any disappointment on Linda's face. The other party just restrained that kind of smile and focused her attention on her work again.

Now that the opportunity was rare, the agent just wanted more information, so he said: "This town is indeed a bit too remote; for a young and beautiful girl like you, I'm afraid it's very difficult to find a decent husband here. If you could go to a big city like Los Angeles, you would definitely live better than now."

The agent knew very well that he should try to flirt at this time, but unfortunately, he couldn't flirt, and the plot neither allowed automatic playback nor skipping. He could only try to persuade her in a more tactful way.

"I won't go," Linda said, "and I can't go either."

"Is it your mother who won't let you go? She's old and really not suitable for tossing and turning, but you are still young after all..."

The agent said a few things, but Linda didn't respond, so he had to leave and prepare to eat. When he returned to the living room, a table full of dishes had already been set. The agent went upstairs and called the Hunter down.

This time they sat at the table, and before they could eat, Aunt Kane said: "Let's sing a hymn together."

The agent was slightly stunned; he didn't expect this segment. But this could also be considered an old tradition. Some conservative Christian families, in addition to grace before meals, occasionally sing a short song, which is the old set that would be sung in church.

"In our garden~ there are many little birds~ the birds laid many eggs~ and they can't fly away~"

Aunt Kane started it, but the content of the lyrics made everyone look at each other in dismay. Shiler considered himself to have some understanding of religion, understanding most of the common sense of Catholicism and Protestantism, regardless of whether it was the Bible or hymns, or the prayer process, he was very clear about them, but he had never heard this kind of lyrics.

Compared to hymns, this was more like a nursery rhyme, but it was sung in that kind of aria tone. Ignoring the lyrics, it really sounded like a prayer song sung by Catholics.

Aunt Kane finished the beginning and looked at everyone, seeming to be expecting them to start singing. But not only Shiler, but Peter and Kate also didn't know how to sing, so they could only remain silent.

Aunt Kane's face gradually became gloomy. She said: "Young people nowadays are becoming less and less respectful of God; you won't have a good ending like this. Kate, you should also learn for the sake of the child in your belly! Now, sing with me!!!"

"Sorry, ma'am, I have never heard such a hymn," Peter really couldn't help it, and he said, "Catholic believers must be humble and tolerant. We carry original sin and have no qualification to interpret the meaning of the Lord or the Pope without authorization; changing the prayer words is even more rebellious. I can't do this."

Shiler glanced at Peter. He knew very well that Noir Spider-Man was not a believer at all. His parents were both radical left-wing revolutionaries, and after being assassinated, he inherited his parents' will and had been leading the left-wing movement. He didn't believe in God.

But perhaps it might be because the religious atmosphere in the era he lived in was very strong, and he had a deep understanding of religion, so he said this deliberately, wanting to see Aunt Kane's reaction.

What he said had no problem. The biggest difference between Catholics and Protestants is that Catholics have no right to interpret the scriptures. Catholics cannot question the content of the Bible, nor can they privately tamper with the Pope's and the Church's definition of the content of the Bible. They must atone for their sins with their own actions, which is also called "justification by works."

While Protestants are the opposite. They are justified by faith, which is to say, as long as you believe, you have already atoned for your sins.

Many years ago, the Catholic Church was corrupt and exploited believers, so at that time, Protestantism was relatively advanced. Believers didn't have to buy indulgences, nor did they have to work for the masters of the church; as long as you believe in this religion, you are a believer.

However, precisely because everyone in Protestantism can interpret the scriptures—I say what God means, that's what it means—it derived a lot of cults and all kinds of monsters and demons who only know how to talk but not do things.

After all, as long as you believe in your heart, you can atone for your sins; as long as you say it with your mouth, God should help you, so who would do good deeds? And no matter how rebellious the crime committed, as long as you repent in your heart, you will be forgiven by God, so naturally, there are no scruples when committing crimes.

And after years of reform, the Catholic Church has become more enlightened in the interpretation of doctrine, and because actions are needed to atone for sins, the management of the church is considered orderly, and the situation is actually better. Of course, those conservatives are still very rebellious.

Shiler suspected that Aunt Kane might be a cultist. However, she didn't drag everyone to proselytize, and there were no strange symbols in the room; she didn't look like a traditional cultist. Is she about to show her true colors now?

But unexpectedly, hearing Peter so determined, Aunt Kane softened, and she said: "This is just our regional hymn, passed down from generation to generation; how did it become a sin? Forget it, if you don't want to learn, then don't learn; let's eat."

The agent could see that Aunt Kane looked crazy and had a bad temper, but she was actually very shrewd. On one hand, she seized every opportunity to do something, but as long as the timing was wrong, she immediately changed direction and absolutely didn't leave any handle for others.

Just this kind of means didn't look like a girl from a poor family. Besides, she wasn't a local at all, so how could she have any songs passed down from generation to generation?

There were more and more puzzles, but there were basically no answers. They finished another meal, and Linda ran off to tinker with the fishing rod again in a hurry. The agent and the Hunter went upstairs and began to review the clues obtained today.

"This must all be related to that circus, but I can't see the relationship between this circus and Aunt Kane, and what's going on with Linda," the agent said.

The agent was analyzing there, and the Hunter just listened quietly. However, after analyzing for a while, the agent gave up, because there were too few clues now, and they couldn't be connected at all; most possibilities were a bit far-fetched, so it was better not to analyze.

The state of the two was also not very good, so they decided to sleep early. They soon sank into a dream, but on the other side, Bruce and Kent, who had found an abandoned house to rest, slept very uneasily.

As soon as Bruce fell asleep, he entered the dream again. This time, he saw the man's perspective again, but the difference was that he had already dressed up in a clown suit, and there was a bright red nose in his field of vision, performing hard on the stage.

Sure enough, just as Bruce inferred, he invited a young and beautiful lady to the stage to help with the performance and handed her a box, claiming it was a gift. That girl might have been watching such a performance for the first time, so she opened the box with great surprise.

As a result, a terrifying doll popped out of the box, scaring the girl into letting out a scream. And at this time, the clown rushed out, took a small wooden mallet, and fiercely hammered the doll's head.

"Damn it, Panny! How could you scare such a beautiful and noble lady?! Don't be afraid, lady, I'll protect you! I'll fiercely knock this bad guy's head!"

The clown's exaggerated and funny performance made the girl turn fear into joy. She immediately bent over with laughter on the stage and applauded the clown's performance. And the clown also bowed like a gentleman and invited her off the stage. And when the girl went off the stage, the clown even winked at her.

Immediately after, the scene of the memory changed, and this man playing the clown was in front of the circus makeup mirror, using makeup remover to remove his makeup. In the mirror, Bruce saw his front face for the first time—it was a very handsome blue-eyed man.

Of course, it couldn't compare to Batman and Superman, but among ordinary people, he was definitely considered a big handsome guy, and he was exactly the kind of old-school handsome guy with clear features and a gentlemanly temperament that people in the last century liked the most.

After removing his makeup, he walked out of the backstage and went out through the back door, but on the road at the back door, he met a girl unexpectedly. This was another beautiful girl, brown hair, blue eyes, and she was stunned the moment she saw this actor.

Immediately after, this man went to a nearby hotel, and there was another girl in the hotel, different from the previous ones, wearing very heavy makeup, with a very hot figure, smoking a cigarette, standing at the door waiting for him.

"Dear, why are you so late today? I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come on, baby, I prepared it especially for you..."

"You are really too thoughtful, dear."

The two hugged and kissed, and went into the room intimately. But for some reason, as they talked, the topic changed.

"Really? You're the son of a factory owner? But I haven't heard of your hometown's name, let alone Great Creek Valley Town; I haven't even heard of Westview City. Which state is it in? My god, Utah?! So far away?!"

Seeing the woman's expression reveal a trace of hesitation, the man hurriedly hugged her waist and said: "Although it can't compare to the rich people in your Boston, my father also has some status locally, and small places have the benefits of small places; my father said that place is his call. If you marry over, no one can give you any grievances."

He was full of sweet talk again, coaxing the girl until she couldn't find north. When they parted, the other party still grabbed his hand reluctantly and said: "Come find me when you finish the tour; I'll wait for you."