The next day, the Nasino City Police Department

"Are you sure?" Dick slapped his hands on the table and asked Dean in a cold sweat, with a grim look in his eyes, hoping that Dean was joking.

"I'm sure, I'm not only sure, I'm sure, I'm sure, I'm determined, what I'm saying, it's true."

It's a pity that Dean's eyes reveal determination and will, which is absolutely not allowed to be distorted, this is justice, this is the truth, even the legendary King Arthur is extremely sure of this, and at the same time, this is also the world, there is no need to discuss.

"How... How can it be... Ahh

It was no longer possible, Dick fell to his knees on the floor of the superintendent's office in some desolation, and he could not help despairing.

In the eyes of absolute justice that saw that Dean was not lying, Dick also had to succumb to this absurd reality, but... He just can't accept this kind of ending!

When he returned to the bureau early this morning, he asked most of the police officers in the bureau, and all the answers he got were the same.

With the last hope, he came to his boss, Dean, but he got the same answer, no, desperate.

"Han, this guy... The turkey he made ... It's really the best turkey in the city!! ”

Dick hugged his head and shouted, no matter what, this reality appeared in front of him, it was too funny!!

That's right, Dick came back early this morning, just to ask about this, how to put it, you kid has a little conscience.

Yes, the turkey I made myself is indeed the best turkey in Nasino City, and it is the first in Nasino City in the real sense.

But the problem is, Dick still doesn't believe it, a turkey, just a whole set of surveillance equipment, as well as super-tech technical investigations, their Justice League technology and wrists, can't find an indexer, you can fish out a turkey, even if I'm a science fiction writer, I don't dare to write like this. (I dare)

But in the end... He finally understood that the reality on my side was such nonsense.

Dean calmly took out a business card from his wallet, which was marked: National Foodie Association Membership Card (Blind), put it on the table, and said sternly:

"I'm sorry, but this is certified by partners across the country, and you can't deny that."

"I don't want to believe that kind of suspicious rally, okay?!" Dick is really a little uncontrollable, what's going on with this police station, a freak-level imp detective, a foodie police superintendent, tired in Gotham, here, just as tired, but not on the same level.

"Then you'd better accept the reality quickly, or the one will shove it to death."

Dean pointed out the office, where I walked into the office with a basket myself, and if I could, I hope I could do this without doing it, but... Dick, when you throw a coin into a record player, you have to listen to the whole song.

Dick also saw it, and he couldn't help but hide his face, desperately wanting to say why he was so uninteresting yesterday.

I know I'm a good guy myself, so I dare to pack a ticket, and I'll fight him to the end.

"Look at that size, it's not small... In any case, your hell, my Eden, I command you, as a police superintendent, that you go out and find a way to appease the wrath of this boy, and bring me a delicious meal by the way. ”

Seeing what I was holding, Dean nodded with some satisfaction, and at the same time pushed Dick out of the office as if he were on a fire, making Dick want to hit someone.

But what can he do? Why don't you just accept your fate and talk to me?

With this mentality, he resigned himself to his fate, walked out and brought it to me by the way, and said:

"I won't eat it." Very good yang and yin.

My reaction was very simple and rude, and I threw the Gashakon Raider-Shortbolt mode on the table and stared at him.

“......”

In a speechless way, Dick was silent, what do you mean, always put the gun at every turn, will you play with you.

In the end, I swallowed the pain.... Slap in the face.

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Metropolis, Daily Planet

At the same time, in the metropolis, there is a gilded planet's building on top of a certain building, the Planet Daily Building, and a certain man can be said to be in a very bad state.

I saw Clark sitting at his desk, sitting quietly at his desk, blowing a comforting cold air, but if I were there, I could see the sun, which was supposed to be emitting a green light, and its light was a little dim at the moment, and the sun was surrounded by an extremely ominous black gas.

But the problem is, I'm not here now, so I don't see that.

And Clark's 'sun' also reflects his state, he is haunted by that black gas, and at the moment he is in a cold sweat, looking a little weird, Clark himself has noticed this phenomenon, and at the same time knows what the answer is.

At least what he himself thinks the answer is.

Indexer, using another identity, has now become Clark's fear, as Han Xingle's me, just casually moved, so his combat ability directly dropped to 0, watching his comrades being easily abused by me, but I couldn't do anything about it, it was really bad.

Coupled with the fact that I supported myself as an Indexer during that fake interview, Clark felt a different kind of threat and unease, which made him extremely repulsive to Indexers now.

Even now, Clark was anxious, and he didn't want to sit still because of the Indexer's existence. He would love to...

Thinking of this floor, Clark didn't hesitate any longer, but quickly got up from his desk and went to find his editor-in-chief.

When I walked into the editor-in-chief's office, I saw a burly middle-aged man in a cardigan, who was Clark's boss.

"Mr. Perry, I have something to talk to you about."

"Unless it's about my cardigan donation being overlooked again, don't say anything to me."

The middle-aged editor-in-chief, who was a little grumpy, said a relatively cold joke, and Clark couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, not knowing whether it was better to laugh or not.

"Uh... I mean, we should cover this. ”

Clarke, with a little hesitation, took out his phone, pulled out a picture, pointed to the figure on the picture, and proposed to his editor-in-chief.

The above is what I, as an Indexer, appear as Amazon.

"Indexers? This guy doesn't seem to have much to report, you know, he doesn't fit much with the media. ”

Seeing the figure in the picture above, Perry subconsciously expressed disgust, among the many superpowers and extraordinary beings who voluntarily identified themselves, the Indexer is definitely the kind of annoying, especially his attitude towards reporters, which can be called a bastard that makes reporters hate their teeth (even more so for a big reporter).

"Uh... He's been rumored to have had a lot of clashes with the Justice League and the army lately, and I think we should warn the public that indexers are dangerous. ”

"What do you want? The title is "Undefinable Race, Can Become a Parasite?" Could it become Godzilla? , to become any race on the planet, so will it be ostracized? ”

I don't know if it's a joke or if it's true, but I dare say that if this old thing dared to use this kind of title, I would have packed up that gilded planet statue and took it with me.

The corners of Clark's eyes twitched, but he said it anyway:

"Perry, Han Xingle in Naxino, is my cousin's classmate, I've interviewed him, and he is very supportive of the existence of the Indexer, and for this reason, he is against the entire Justice League, and I can tell you that the Indexer is dangerous."

Clark didn't want to say that, but he already felt that my own will seemed to be becoming more paranoid under the influence of another me.

For this reason, he felt that the Indexers had to be restricted, and that his own existence was too unpredictable.

"Lex also thinks Superman is dangerous, see how he's doing?"

Moving out of a classic case, Director Perry still didn't want to report on my other identity, on the one hand, the Indexer's explosion point was extremely difficult to report, and on the other hand, there was too little to write.

"That's a different !!"

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Speaking of Lex, Clark was so excited that he actually crushed the mobile phone in his hand, which naturally frightened this old bone named Perry.

Of course, it is possible to do such a thing with hand strength, and Clark was born on a farm in Kansas, so it is impossible to have no strength, so it is still acceptable to crush a mobile phone.

So after Perry noticed the inexplicable sweat on Clark's face, Perry couldn't help but feel a little strange, he had never seen Clark become like this.

"Are you alright, farm boy? ... You look... Somewhat... Anxiety? ”

"Uh... I'm fine, Perry. ”

Clark only now realized that his emotions were a little uncontrollable, and he couldn't help pinching the base of his nose, and for a moment, a trace of purple gas appeared in his eyes, but he didn't let Perry see it.

“... Listen, Kent, the report on the Indexers is put on hold for now, and you, give me a break. ”

"Nope! Perry..."

"It's not a suggestion, it's an order from your boss, give it to me."

In a word, it decided Clark's treatment, and Clark also knew that his editor-in-chief was very domineering, but he was a reporter, and he couldn't resist his editor-in-chief, so he had to go down first and find another way.

"Indexer... Definitely going to stop..."

The purple aura in his eyes overflowed again, and Clark then walked out of the Planet building.

At this time, there are other people who feel restless because of the Indexer's me, and this state is almost out of control.

And in this last time, I don't know this for the time being, but I am silently preparing......