"B, what are we looking for?"

Clark followed Bruce all the way into the room, which looked like a warehouse for storing genetic samples, looking for something. But every time he entered a room, Bruce just silently looked at the shelves inside and then withdrew.

After several warehouses in a row, Clark finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked.

“... Jason"

The unexpected answer suddenly left Clark at a loss as to how to answer.

“... Do you suspect that Luthor is aware of your identity? ”

Judging from the experience of Clark and Luthor for so long, Luthor should have no idea who Bruce is.

"No"

“... No? ”

If Luthor hadn't been aware of Bruce's identity, then Jason wouldn't have any value to him, he knew that guy, that bald man wouldn't have a loss-making business.

"I see Jason"

“.... So, you doubt Luther's cloning technology? ”

Bruce didn't answer the question, just continued to repeat his work, hacking into the electronic lock of the warehouse to look around and exit and walk towards the next door.

Clark stood behind and looked at Bruce worriedly, he had heard Alfred say that Bruce's mental state was not very good recently, but he didn't expect it to be so serious as hallucinations.

"That's not an illusion"

As if hearing Clark's inner muttering, Bruce's grumbling of displeasure came over.

Clark quietly followed, watching Bruce open a warehouse like a headless fly, go in, come out, and move on to the next, and so on, and so on.

He didn't know if Bruce was hallucinating, but it wasn't a very sensible thing to do to visit Luther's genetic lab at night without preparation.

Eventually, Clark couldn't take it anymore and said to the man who had just opened a warehouse door:

"Not here"

With Superman's super vision, as soon as the metal doors that block his clairvoyance open, he can immediately see everything inside.

Clark's words caused Bruce's hand to pause, and he finally closed the warehouse door and walked towards his next target. The addition of Clark made the search a lot faster. After searching several warehouses in a row, Clark was stunned when Bruce opened a door again.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing the strangeness of the people behind him, Bruce asked rhetorically.

“.. Forehead.. Nothing, not here"

It's true that there isn't a genetic sample of Jason here, but there is a genetic sample of him. Clark sometimes wondered if Luthor was aware of his identity, but when he used Clark to interview, he didn't feel like he had been discovered.

Ever since Luthor started targeting Superman, he doesn't know how many genetic samples Luthor has destroyed, but why does this guy always get his genes? As far as he can remember, the only time he fought with Luthor was when he first discovered Kryptonite, because he was not aware of Kryptonite's effect on him at that time and was injured.

Ever since the sample had fallen into Luther's hands, he had tried to avoid going head-to-head with Luthor with kryptonite. Later, Bruce collected all the kryptonite from the entire earth, and Luthor could only use some kryptonite samples to develop krypton-like substances. The likelihood of Clarke's injury has dropped dramatically, but why is it that this guy has a sample of his genes in his hand that seems to be endless?

"Do you want to destroy it?"

Bruce sensed Clark's struggle, and let these samples go here, and the experiments to clone Superman would be endless, and there was no guarantee that one day one would succeed.

“... No, no, if it's all destroyed, this guy will start trying to figure out how to beat me again."

Clark's super vision can see that the gene fragments carried by these samples are very fragmented and incomplete, and it is likely that the same gene fragment is constantly being replicated, and the success rate of cloning with this kind of thing will only decrease, not increase, so don't worry about him.

The two men didn't continue to wrestle in the warehouse, searching for the next room, but in the end they still couldn't find anything related to Jason.

After returning to the presidential suite and packing up his uniform, Bruce sat down in a plush sofa.

Clark didn't say anything when he left, but Bruce knew from his talkative attitude and worried look that he must have thought the shadow was a hallucination caused by his nervous breakdown.

After glancing at the medicine that Alfred had placed in the most conspicuous position in his suitcase, he thought about it and didn't take it out in the end, not to mention that he didn't have a headache tonight.

Lying in bed without the annoying whispers of the past two days, and without the uncomfortable feeling of splitting headaches, Bruce rarely had a good night's sleep.

He returned to Gotham the next day, and there was a lot more to keep track of than that red shadow. There are no valuable clues to the tragic death of a family of three.

In the evening, a figure flew in through the mouth of the bat cave, and Clark was still not at ease, so he ran over with his adoptive mother's apple pie that had been baked just five minutes earlier.

After chatting with Alfred for a while, and handing the gift to the old man, he had to turn his attention to the man who had been turning his back to him, and who didn't seem to have any intention of bothering him.

As he walked past the place where the various items were placed, a strange sound wave suddenly reacted with Clark's eardrum in some way.

"Bruce, did you hear anything?"

"Voice?"

Clark's words succeeded in drawing Bruce's attention away from the computer. I pricked up my ears and listened carefully for a while, making sure I didn't hear anything.

"Didn't hear, what kind of sound?"

"Did I hear me wrong?"

Despite what Clark said, they both knew that Superman's voice couldn't be simply dismissed as an auditory hallucination.

"High-frequency sound waves?"

Another possibility was raised.

"No, this is a bat cave, if there is a high frequency sound, the bats will react"

Bruce looked up and the upper layer of the cave was densely packed with dissatisfied bats, still busy with his own business, and there was nothing unusual about it. Then the only thing left is - low-frequency sound waves, infrasound!

Bruce hurriedly took out the instrument that measured the sound waves, adjusted the measurement range to the lowest, and finally scanned a polar frequency sound wave in the bat cave, with a frequency of only 0.5 Hz, far lower than human hearing.

But the rhythm is very strange, and the frequency interval seems to be irregular. After searching around the batcave with the tester in hand, he finally found the source, the Mad Hatter's chip.