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

"It is reported that the Perseid meteor shower is listed as one of the five major meteor showers in the world. Some people call it the most suitable meteor shower for observation throughout the year because it appears most in the northern hemisphere summer, is stable every year, and has a large number of meteors. "

On the TV screen, news about the meteor shower was being played.

Clark and Azu looked at each other.

"Godfather seems to be paying special attention to the news about meteor showers recently."

Clark whispered to Azu.

"I guess dad wants to make a wish."

Azu made what he thought was a reasonable guess, "It's a pity that I can't get the monkey's paw, otherwise I wouldn't have to let dad watch the meteor shower and make a wish."

When Clark heard Azu say monkey's paw, he immediately fell silent.

He would rather never touch something evil like this.

"John, the wishes fulfilled by the monkey's paw are all twisted. The godfather said that they only bring disgusting happiness to mankind."

Azu shrugged his shoulders disapprovingly, "I think it doesn't matter, wishes must come with a price. How can there be gifts without reason in this world?"

Clark frowned, he felt that Azu's point of view was wrong.

But for a moment I couldn't think of how to refute him.

Peter didn't notice the discussion between the two naughty children about making wishes for the meteor shower. He continued to watch the news on the TV.

“The Perseid meteor shower will peak from the evening of the 12th to the early morning of the 13th, when 50 to 60 meteors will explode in the night sky. Experts predict that the threat of wildfire smoke in Kansas may cause some trouble for observation. "

"Although much of the Midwest is clear of clouds, smoke from burning wildfires throughout the region will create haze that affects meteor shower visibility observations."

After hearing that wildfires would affect the visibility of meteors, Peter frowned slightly.

He lowered his head and glanced at his watch. The hands were already very close to completing a full circle.

Today is the 10th, and probably the day after tomorrow will be the day the second baby is born.

After staring at the TV screen for a moment, he looked at the clock on the wall.

The time has reached 10 o'clock in the evening.

Standing up, he put aside the matter of the meteor shower and said to the two naughty children who were still debating: "Okay, it's already very late. Clark, John, you should go to bed."

"Dad, can you tell me a bedtime story?"

Azu asked expectantly.

"I want it too."

Clark immediately expressed that he also wanted to listen to a bedtime story, not to be outdone.

"No, Clark, I brought it up first, you should get in line."

Azu said unhappily.

"This isn't a competition."

Seeing the two of them arguing again, Peter had no choice but to stop it: "Don't argue, you two can be together."

In Azu's room, Clark and Azu were lying on the bed, looking at Peter expectantly.

Peter picked up a book and asked, "So, what story do you want to hear tonight?"

Azu immediately said impatiently: "The stories of Gypsies or Indians, Dad, have you heard their stories?"

After wandering around Ms. Nancy's divination house, he became quite interested in the stories of these aboriginal people.

"I've heard some."

Peter put the storybook aside, "Are you sure you want to listen?"

"Sure."

Clark nodded and said that he was also quite interested in this kind of story.

"Have you ever heard the story of Chief Wooden?"

Peter coughed and asked the two of them.

"No."

The two said in unison.

"Well, this is a story from a long time ago. The story took place in a small town similar to Smallville. There was an old man Rey in the town. He had a store. This store used to be the center of a prosperous town, but then As the town becomes deserted, the shops are gradually deserted.”

Peter said in a mysterious tone: "There is a wooden statue at the door of his shop. It is a wooden chief."

"One day, an Indian, Benjamin, came to Rey. On behalf of the tribe, he brought a bag of priceless jewelry as collateral for the money Rey had borrowed here over the years."

"What happened next?"

Azu asked impatiently.

"Later, Benjamin's nephew, Sam, led two accomplices to Rey's convenience store, killed the Reyes and his wife, and robbed the bag of jewelry."

"The old wooden chief outside the door knew what was happening. In order to avenge the Reyes and his wife, the old wooden chief came back to life, smeared himself with war paint, and went to the homes of the three bad guys to take revenge."

Since the revenge scene that follows is not suitable for children, Peter only briefly talks about it.

"At the end of the story, the old wooden chief returned to the convenience store and turned into a wooden sculpture again to guard the store."

After listening to this, Azu and Clark had different expressions.

After digesting it for a while, Azu asked with curiosity: "Dad, can Indian wooden statues really be resurrected? Do they know black magic?"

"have no idea."

Peter shook his head, "Maybe it's not some black magic, it's just the emotions of the Reyes that drove the wooden chief to resurrect."

"Godfather, I feel the same way."

Clark nodded in agreement with Peter's words, "Greed can always control people's fragile emotions, but I think the most precious thing is the mutual commitment and selfless and sincere emotions."

After hearing this story, Clark suddenly knew how to refute Azu's remarks about the monkey's paw.

Peter looked at Clark in surprise.

This kid is so young, but he can say such insightful words?

He looked at Azu in deep thought.

Should Azu also read Nietzsche?

At the same time.

The construction site of the Luther Group Industrial Park, where the chief had been during the day.

The security staff was about to refuel the pickup truck when they suddenly heard a "rustling" sound from the nearby bushes.

Hearing the strange sound, he immediately put down the oil barrel and turned around.

There seemed to be a shadow flashing in the bushes in the shadows, and a strange breath came.

"Damn it!"

With a bad premonition in his heart, he immediately ran towards the pickup truck.

He opened the car door with a "bang", took out the toolbox in a hurry, and then took out a pistol from it.

Desperately suppressing the fear in his heart, he loaded the bullet.

After finishing everything, he quickly jumped out of the car and looked towards the bushes.

He saw a huge, snow-white wolf standing in front of him, staring at him with a faint light in its eyes.

The frightened security guard dared not move. The aura of the giant wolf made the blood in his body seem to be coagulated.

After a moment, he forced himself to suppress the fear in his heart, took a deep breath, and focused on the gun in his hand.