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

"It was Father Norma from the church. He told me about the magic of that land."

Old Bill had a painful look on his face. "I know that's not normal, but I always think about Caesar jumping around beside me."

"You mean Father Norma?"

Peter frowned.

Isn't this the priest who presided over Louis' funeral?

"As a clergyman, doesn't he know that this is a blasphemy against the God he believes in?"

Peter had to wonder at this time whether this priest was a fake priest or he had no faith at all?

"I don't know."

Old Bill shook his head. "Father Norma is a devout believer on weekdays. Maybe he just doesn't want to see me suffer."

"Pain and death are part of life. Abandoning them is abandoning life itself."

Peter stood up and put the photo away.

Seeing Peter ready to leave, Old Bill breathed a sigh of relief and stood up to see him out the door.

He was really afraid that Peter would continue to pester him.

"Once I think of any questions in the future."

Peter said to him, "I will come to visit again."

Old Bill nodded helplessly, "Of course."

Padrick Farm.

After dinner, Peter looked at Clark in front of him in surprise.

"You said, you want me to read a story to you, Clark?"

He didn't expect Clark to let him read a story to him.

Generally, Azu would let himself read to him before going to bed.

But as Azu got older, he rarely asked this request recently.

"Yes, I want to hear a story, Godfather."

Clark looked at him eagerly.

Peter originally wanted to investigate Father Norma at night, but looking at Clark's eager expectation, he finally compromised.

Father Norma would not run away, and the investigation could be done another day.

Azu, who was watching TV next to him, curled his lips when he heard Clark ask Peter to tell him a story.

In Clark's room, Peter was holding a book.

(Since Clark likes to play with A-Zu on the farm, Padrick also has his room on the farm.)

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"She said hysterically: 'I just thought of this, why didn't I think of it before? Why didn't you think of it?'

'Think of what?' he asked.

'There are two more wishes.' She replied hastily, 'We only made one wish.'

'Isn't one enough?' he asked suddenly.

'Not enough,' she shouted ecstatically, 'We can make another wish, kneel down quickly, and wish our son can be reborn.'"

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Peter read to Clark Jacobs's "The Monkey's Paw".

The story roughly tells that a retired British soldier accidentally got a magical monkey's paw from an ancient Indian monk, and it can fulfill three wishes.

When talking about the couple's resurrected son, knocking heavily on the door, Clark was so scared that he curled up in the quilt.

"Ahem."

Peter coughed and said to Clark: "Maybe I can tell you another story, such as the story of the three little pigs, or Cinderella, Clark."

This kind of dark story was not originally in Clark's bedtime story.

But for some reason, Clark suddenly asked him to read this story.

Although he also felt that this "Monkey's Paw" was somewhat similar to the story experienced in the town of Smallville.

"Godfather." Clark stuck his head out of the quilt, "Does the monkey's paw's wish really have a price?" "No, Clark, wishes don't have a price, but greed does." Clark asked doubtfully, "Is Old White greedy? But they are obviously very scared, why do they continue to make wishes?" Peter put down the storybook, "Clark, fear is one of the emotions that humans can never control. People avoid this emotion in their hearts, while allowing themselves to peek at the disgusting happiness brought by this emotion." "Like Old White's family, although they have a deep hatred and fear of the evil represented by the 'Monkey's Paw' in their hearts, they are more unable to conceal their deep greed for money." Clark stuck his head out and snuggled up to Peter. Next to him, he sighed like Peter and said, "Humans are so complicated!"

"You're right, humans are a contradiction."

Peter asked Clark, "Can you tell me why you want me to tell this story today, Clark?"

"I"

Clark hesitated and moved closer to Peter, "Dad, I can tell you a secret."

"What secret?"

"I was dragged by Zu to the church to see the boy lying in the coffin."

A confused and frightened look appeared on his face, "In the evening, I seemed to see him again."

"You mean little Terry."

"I don't know his name, but I did see him. His face was very pale and his eyes were very strange."

Clark described the scene he saw at the time.

"My mother dragged Zu and me to Aunt Neil's house. When we passed Louis's house, I saw it behind the curtain. My eyes and ears can always see things far away."

"So. I thought of the story of "The Monkey's Paw" that Zu said. Zu said this story is the story of the resurrection of the dead."

He regretted it a little.

It turns out that this story is so scary!

Peter listened to Clark's words and nodded slightly, "So Clark, you didn't tell A Zu about watching horror movies before, but he watched it secretly, right?"

Clark looked at Peter's serious face and nodded subconsciously, "Yes."

Peter was a little unhappy.

A Zu is really a kid who will tear down the roof if he is not punished for three days.

It seems that I need to teach him a lesson.

Shaking his head, he temporarily blocked out the thoughts in his mind and said to Clark: "You may have seen it wrong, Clark. The dead cannot be resurrected, because death is a sacred thing and it is irreversible."

"I understand."

Clark immediately drew inferences and said: "Just like old White, their son is dead and can never come back, otherwise something terrible will happen, right?"

"Yes, reversing death will be punished, just like old White's family."

Peter rubbed Clark's black hair, "Go to bed early, you have to go to the horse farm to ride tomorrow."

When Clark heard about riding, he immediately became energetic, "Thank you, Dad!"

"Squeak!"

Closing the door gently, Peter walked along the corridor to his room.

Has little Terry been reborn?

Such a fast speed is beyond his expectations.

The next morning, Peter was making fried eggs.

Except for this simple breakfast, his other dishes are all dark dishes.

When he was considering whether to hire a chef, the phone rang suddenly.

"Peter, something happened!"

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