"Don't worry, Mr. Jack."

In the manor's office, Luthor leaned forward and crossed his hands, as if a prehistoric crocodile had finally revealed its bloody jaws and sneered, "A beautiful new life awaits you." ”

"I ...... My name is Nickerson. ”

"That's in the past, I'll give you a new identity, surname Jack, what's the name?

Baker? Benson? It's better to call Johnson. ”

His tone was like deciding what to eat at noon today, wantonly weaving the rest of his life, and Nickerson fell into the abyss, with a chill down his spine.

"What profession? Killer, drug dealer, gangster or terrorist? ”

All of them are inevitably wanted for murder.

"Listen, I can give you the money back."

He swallowed his saliva and hurriedly placed the bag on the table.

Family, work, friends...... He couldn't accept that everything he had built in the first half of his life had left him.

"Was this how my money was in the first place?"

Luther raised an eyebrow in surprise.

Nickerson hurriedly took out the money from the bag with trembling hands and feet, put it back in place one by one, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, as if looking at a devil whose words could decide his life and life and death, looked at Luthor nervously and fearfully, and showed an ugly smile.

"Mr. Luther......"

"You think you can blackmail me?

Do you think I'm an arrogant boy who needs to be protected by Lao Tzu? ”

Luther rose slowly but forcefully, looking like a demon about to choose someone to devour, and his voice suddenly became so high that Nickerson shuddered and almost fell to his knees in fright.

"You're not the first person to think so, and the person I made him disappear never reappeared!

What kind of people do you think dominates the country! ”

Lu ...... Mr. Luther, what do you want me to do? ”

As if facing the earth-shattering wave that slammed him into pulp at any moment, Nickerson was terrified, and his voice trembled and begged for mercy.

"You are also the best among the reporters of the metropolis, and even I can't get the news channels at the bottom, I want you to investigate something secretly for me!"

"You...... Say, please. ”

"There's a family in this town who runs a farm named Kent."

Luthor turned to open the curtains, and the light poured in, but it couldn't shine through his dark eyes.

"I want their information, no matter how big or small!"

"I will."

Nickerson nodded his head in agreement: "I will definitely do it for you." ”

"And ......"

"What else, Mr. Luther?" Seeing Luthor sweeping back, he quickly lowered his head, like a loyal servant.

"It's a magical town."

The corners of Luther's mouth curled, and he looked at the manor outside again, and said softly.

"Even though I've only been here for a few days, I've seen a little bit of her mystery, and I'm haunted by it."

First, Clark was hit off the bridge by a sports car traveling at 200 yards per hour and saved his life unscathed.

Immediately after that, a female high school student who doesn't know how to turn into him and rob a bank.

And all the weird things that were circulating in those small towns that he had just seen online.

"I want to know everything about her mystery!"

"You'll get your wish, Mr. Luther."

Sending away the reporter he had just taken in as a dog, Luthor watched him drive away, took a slow sip of wine, and muttered a low smile.

"Thank you, Nickerson.

Thankfully, it was a stupid and timid person like you who spotted one of my vulnerabilities ahead of time, not other trickier guys.

And just when I was short of manpower, you sent it to the door. ”

……

"What's your name, gentlemen?"

In the nursing home, Kassandra, with her white eyes and gray hair, smiled kindly.

"My name is Clark." "David Kent."

Clark gave his name first, and David spoke.

"Brother Kent?

Sit down. ”

The gentle old woman pointed to the bed not far in front of her.

"Ma'am, I heard you can see the future?"

The two sat down, Clark glanced at his younger brother, believing that after meeting several capable people in a row, he now had the same thoughts as himself, turned his head and hesitated, but still couldn't help but ask, "Is it true?" ”

Who wouldn't be curious about the future.

Especially knowing that this prediction of the future may not be false.

"The first time it happened, I thought it was a curse, a hallucination.

As long as you make contact with a person's body, you will see an uncontrollable fragment of the event in front of your eyes. ”

Kassandra laughed.

"Later I found out that it was a gift from heaven to make up for me."

Clark was surprised.

The old lady in front of her didn't seem to care at all about hiding her abilities, and casually said to the person she met for the first time.

He began to have some doubts, is the other party really capable?

Only a liar can't wait to show himself and talk about it.

However, what happened to Pete just now proves something magical.

"Clark, think less about the rudeness."

Unlike Clark, David confirmed that most of the other party could really predict the future, and said slowly.

"I think when you're the age of Lady Cassandra, you'll be indifferent to some things."

Looking carefully again, the old lady did give people a feeling of being as indifferent as water after years, and Clark suddenly apologized.

"I'm sorry, Lady Kassandra."

"It's okay." The old woman smiled unconcernedly.

"When did you first know about it?"

Clark had always had a guess that everything strange in the town seemed to happen after a meteorite shower.

He had a very strong premonition about whether those who were capable of being related to meteorites, but there was no evidence to be sure.

"One morning, I woke up as usual, and then a meteorite fell and hit the wheat field in front of my house, and the doctor judged that the flash burned my optic nerve and changed my life in just a moment."

"I'm sorry." Looking at the old woman who indifferently told the past, Clark looked unnatural and said in a dull voice.

The meteorite rain came with him, and it was he who brought disaster and changed the lives of many people.

"It's not your fault, kid."

Cassandra thought he was sorry for allowing herself to mention her blindness, and laughed.

"Kindness is a good thing."

Seeing Clark with guilt in his eyes, David said, "But there are some things in the world that you can't control, my brother." ”

He was forced to come to the earth, not by his own choice, and not to take the burden on himself.

Comforted by his brother, Clark felt a little better.

At the same time, he was a little puzzled, how could his brother comfort himself in such a small emotion for the first time.

"Since then, I can no longer see the present in front of me, but I can glimpse the future of others."

As she spoke, she slowly stretched out her hand in a gentle voice.

"Would you like to try it, kid?"

Looking at the old man in front of him, Clark was a little hesitant, would it consume physical strength or something if he activated that ability.

I am here to volunteer to accompany the elderly to study, not to let the elderly help them answer the future.

At the same time, outside the room, a tall and beautiful black-haired figure walked silently, like a stealthy hunter in the jungle, quietly came to the door, with his back against the wall, listening inside.

"Occasional glimpses of the light can only be in the future of others."

David muttered.

"That's why you often help people predict the future and give you some pointers, Lady Kassandra?"

It can be seen that this old woman is a little inexplicably positive about helping people foresee the future.

"Kid, you're smart."

Kassandra nodded approvingly in his direction.

"The world is so beautiful, full of colors, white as cotton clouds, beautiful greenery, clear blue sky.

Light is better than darkness, especially for someone who has ever had sight. ”

She said in a wistful tone.

Hearing this, Clark no longer hesitated, and stretched out his hand to the kind blind old woman in front of him.

"Trouble, ma'am."