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

Soon, Bruce drove Peter to his destination.

Officer Chandler leaned against the police car on the side of the road. When he saw Peter arriving in the car, he straightened up nervously.

"Is there another victim?"

Peter asked after getting out of the car and walking towards Officer Chandler with Bruce.

Bruce on the side was a little surprised when he saw Chandler.

Is this the policeman who ran away at the bar yesterday?

Chandler didn't notice Bruce's expression, and after greeting Peter very warmly, he took him into a nearby villa.

"The deceased this time was Horry Hunter, a banker who went back to Smallville for vacation, but something unexpected happened."

He introduced them while leading the two of them forward.

Peter looked at the splendid decorations around him and said, "It's such a pity that you have endless wealth but die early."

"This may be a script set by the God of Death, and humans cannot change it."

During the conversation, Chandler took Peter and Bruce to the living room of the villa.

A strange smell in the living room reached their noses.

"That's the puddle of ashes on the couch."

Chandler pointed to the black ashes on the sofa and said to Peter.

Hearing this, Peter walked up to the sofa and looked at the marks that seemed to have been burned to ashes. "Are there no footprints or other clues at the scene?"

"No, he didn't install surveillance cameras in his home like he installed surveillance cameras in banks."

Chandler shrugged his shoulders and muttered secretly: "Could it be the devil?"

The strange murder case he experienced last time with Peter was still fresh in his memory.

He suspected that this incident would be similar to last time.

"Right."

He suddenly remembered something and said to Peter: "The deceased also had a Doberman pinscher. The strange thing is that the dog was not found at the scene, and"

He pointed to the ground, "There were no signs of a fight at the scene. Think about it, if you knew something happened to your owner, I think the Doberman would definitely come up and bite you, but there are no traces."

"Maybe it wasn't there at the time."

Bruce made his own guess.

Chandler shook his head and did not continue.

Peter, who was standing at the scene, looked around with his super vision, and finally found a metal plate behind the curtain.

Walking to the window, he opened the curtains and found a small cloud of stained dust.

Bending down, he lowered his head and picked up the metal plate from inside.

It turned out to be a dog tag with the word "Buddy" engraved on it.

“I think I found that cute Doberman.”

Peter picked up the dog tag and showed it to the two of them.

"This is.?"

Bruce looked at the dog tag in Peter's hand in shock, and then at the small pile of ashes on the ground, "Sir, are you saying that this pile of ashes is that Doberman?"

"Hmm, I'm afraid so."

Peter handed the dog tag to Chandler who was also stunned, "Even the dog was spared. This incident should not be a simple spontaneous combustion incident."

He clapped his hands and said to Chandler: "Anyway, we have to keep in touch, Officer Chandler. If you have any clues, please contact me in time."

"Okay."

Chandler swallowed and said to him.

Bruce's brows were furrowed as he drove back to the farm.

"What? Did you find anything?"

Peter asked him as he drove the car.

"No, not yet, but this is so weird."

Bruce expressed his thoughts: "If the human body ignites spontaneously, it is impossible that even the dog will spontaneously combust with it. Sir, I think there is a high possibility that it is not a fire or a spontaneous human combustion incident."

"There's a strong possibility that it's man-made."

Peter stopped the car at the intersection of the road and said to him.

If it was caused by mutations caused by kryptonite, he could recover the green kryptonite this time.

At night, Bruce did not come back for dinner because he had to investigate the "spontaneous human combustion" incident.

"dad."

Star-Lord lay on the bed and stopped Peter who was about to leave, "Can you tell me about Bruce?"

"sure."

Peter came over and sat on the edge of the bed, "Are you curious about Bruce's story?"

"No, I just want to know about dad and his past stories."

"That's a long story. Bruce wasn't that tall at that time."

Peter told Star-Lord the story of how he met Bruce in Metropolis.

After listening to his father's story, Star-Lord blinked and asked him: "Bruce really has no parents?"

"Yeah, his parents were shot in an alley when he was a kid."

"That sounds regrettable."

Star-Lord thought for a moment and said, "But... no wonder John is so hostile to Bruce. He thinks Bruce is here to steal his father from him."

"Bruce has no such intention."

Patting Star-Lord on the shoulder, he prepared to leave.

"Dad, I saw a fortune teller near Talon Club today."

Star-Lord suddenly talked about his discovery today.

"A fortune teller?"

"Yes, there was a woman standing on South Street holding a sign: Earn money by psychic fortune telling. For ten dollars you can let people know how they died."

Peter became slightly interested when he heard this.

"Is she accurate?"

"I don't know, I just listened secretly for a while."

Star-Lord thought for a moment and spoke to Peter: "She said a person would die accidentally on a fierce jet ski, and a person would be eaten by a bear in the living room, and there would be Ebola, monkey flu, and squirrel smallpox. .I didn’t remember the rest.”

"Dad, can you lend me ten dollars? I want to try."

Star-Lord sincerely asked Peter to lend him ten dollars.

"You don't have to believe this, Star-Lord, that lady is not a fortune teller, she is just a storyteller. She tells interesting stories, and the audience is willing to listen to her describe the uncertain future."

Peter probably knew this kind of person. Under the guise of divination, he casually talked about things that people were willing to listen to.

"Really? Dad, is she lying?"

"That's not a malicious lie."

Peter shook his head, "She was just telling stories that people wanted to hear. Most people actually don't care about how they will die. They just want to know how they will live."

"Even though many of them don't realize it, the two are closely linked."

"Um."

Star-Lord nodded, "Dad, then she is a liar?"

Peter was silent for a few seconds.

He didn't quite understand why Star-Lord would care if the other party was a liar.

But soon he knew why.

Star-Lord said frustratedly: "She said that if I don't lose weight, I will choke to death on a cold cheese steak. I want her to help me calculate it again."

"Well"

After pondering for a moment, Peter comforted him: "No, no, you won't choke to death on the cold cheesesteak. She is scaring you. Dad will help you knock down her stall tomorrow, okay?"

It seems like there will be "justice execution" tomorrow for threatening children like this.

"No, Dad, I think she has a point."

Star-Lord lowered his voice and said to him: "I want to be as thin as Bruce."

"etc.!"

Peter interrupted his speech and looked at the other party, "Star-Lord, are you deliberately lowering your voice?"

"I I didn't."

"You are."

Peter looked at him suspiciously, "Are you imitating Bruce?"

"I don't, Dad, this is my voice."

Star-Lord lowered his voice and deliberately made a deep voice, "That's how I am, Dad."

After exhaling a breath and looking at the suddenly stupid Star-Lord, Peter decided not to break up with this naughty boy.

"Okay, remember to go to bed early."

Peter ruffled his hair, got up and left the room.

When he turned off the lights, he heard Star-Lord's deep voice again, "Good night, Dad."

Peter: "."

The next day, early morning.

Star-Lord and Azu looked at Bruce in shock as he appeared in the living room.

Bruce did not appear alone, he also had a beautiful woman by his side.

Peter came down from upstairs and was startled when he saw Bruce in the living room and the beautiful woman beside him.

This is

Gazing at the slightly familiar appearance of the beautiful woman, he frowned slightly.

Isn't this Teacher Martha's colleague, Teacher Katie Wiznewski, whom I met at school a few days ago?

When did Bruce get so close to this sexy painting teacher?

Seeing Peter appear, Bruce quickly came over to introduce him.

"Sir, this is my girlfriend Katie Wiznewski."

With a smile on her lips, Katie Wiznewski stretched out her hand to Peter, "Mr. Padrick, I'm glad we meet again."

"Do you know each other?"

Bruce asked in surprise.

"We've known each other for a while."

Katie Wiznewski explained to Bruce: "We had an encounter a few days ago because of something at school."

Peter was stunned for a moment when he heard Bruce say that this was his own girlfriend.

How old is this guy now that he is so romantic that he has a girlfriend casually?

Suppressing the strangeness in his heart, Peter pretended to be nonchalant and asked Bruce, "Didn't you go investigate the incident? Is this the result of your investigation?"

"While I was researching at school, I met Katie. We chatted about something and found that we unexpectedly hit it off. We had the same hobbies and opinions, and we fell in love at first sight."

"love at first sight?"

Peter's suspicious eyes roamed Bruce's face, maybe he was just looking for sex, right?

Besides, he didn't quite believe that Bruce would be so rash.

Is this kid falling under the opponent's spell? !

Although many thoughts ran through his mind, the expression on Peter's face did not change at all.

Coughing, he shook the hand held out to Katie.

The moment their palms touched each other, a strange feeling spread throughout his body.

Katie didn't seem to notice the strangeness and continued to smile at Peter.

Withdrawing his hand, Peter looked towards Bruce.

"Bruce, I think... we need to talk."