"Son, what did you say you used on my body yesterday?"

At the dinner table in the morning, his father Jonathan was in high spirits eating a sandwich made by Martha, and he couldn't see the appearance of being poisoned and dying yesterday with a high fever and coma.

In fact, his body had never been so good, as if he had used inexhaustible strength, and his face was slightly puzzled.

"It's the Dionysian factor."

"What kind of Bacchus is this, is it metal?"

Jonathan's expression wondered, wondering if it would be a problem to get on the plane and go through the security check in the future.

"Almost."

Knowing people's common sense, metal can't be put in the mouth, David changed the more acceptable way of saying: "Actually, it's the same as herbal soup." ”

Although the Dionysian factor can make people immortal and bring the dead back to life, the face of his father Jonathan has not changed much.

However, Lei Xiaogu, who has lived for more than 700 years, is also middle-aged, and the clown with the purest Dionysian factor in the comics does not have a seventeen or eighteen-year-old face.

"Maybe the Dionysian factor doesn't play a role in the host's physical age?"

"Herbal soup?"

Martha held the stone test tube in her hand and looked at the dark green liquid metal inside, and hesitated, and when she got up in the morning, her son asked her to drink this, saying that it was good for the body.

Even if she knows that her son can't harm herself, drinking metal is always hesitating, and she is not sick, so she doesn't need to take medicine for the time being.

At the dinner table, Clark was faintly preoccupied, drinking the seafood soup made by his mother without speaking.

Yesterday he asked his brother and Kayla what they were talking about, and he replied that it was nothing and didn't say much to him.

But he actually heard the general content of the conversation between the two.

"Sergei? Destroy the world? ”

David glanced at Clarke, feeling as if he had something on his mind.

Thinking of Rickman who was killed by himself, could it be that when he returned home, Clark remembered that incident again, and was still struggling?

Yesterday Clark asked David about the chat with Kayla, and David thought he was casually asking, so he casually replied that it was nothing.

"It is inevitable to feel ashamed to be seen as the savior of the prophecy or something, and to say it yourself."

And sooner or later, Kayla will realize the error of her tribe's prophecy, and then this will be the end of it.

At the dinner table, swallowing a mouthful of thick soup, David's eyes flashed, and he sighed in his heart.

It was just a misunderstanding, and I believe that no one likes to be treated as a villain who will destroy the world in the future, so he didn't tell Clark that this completely meaningless thing would only make people feel bad.

After eating, on the way to school.

"David, where did you go without coming to school these two days?"

In the face of Chloe and Pete's curious inquiries, David spread his hands.

"Because I had something at home, I went to Gotham."

"Gotham?" Chloe and the two looked at each other, apparently having heard the name.

"I've heard that there are gangs everywhere, and you have to be careful when you walk down the alleys during the day." Chloe remembers the rumors about Gotham and resists it, she is interested in strange things, but gang robbery and the like are okay.

I heard that the security there was not as good as that of Smallville.

"It's probably a little better now than it used to be."

David laughed.

The appearance of Batman, although it can't reverse the criminal ecology of Gotham from top to bottom, at least it works a little.

Those criminals and hooligans will also be scared, and suddenly Batman will be scared and thrown into prison with serious injuries.

"I heard that there was a masked vigilante named Batman?"

Pete remembered the news he had seen not long ago.

"Batman ......"

At the mention of this name, Clarke, who had not spoken and looked at the scenery outside the window, pursed his lips.

When I went to Gotham yesterday, I was in a hurry to find clues to save my father, so I didn't have time for him to think about other things.

But what he saw and heard in Gotham puzzled him.

"Bruce Wayne, the heir to the long-established Wayne family in Gotham, has a net worth of hundreds of millions, does not have any superpowers, and in the face of the corruption and darkness of the city, the safety of the citizens at the bottom, regardless of his own safety, he stepped forward to fight crime."

After a brief observation and contact, he was a little shocked by Bruce Wayne's character.

"There's no doubt that Batman is a hero as it stands.

But in that case, what is my role in the future? ”

Clarke's eyes flashed with confusion, and Lady Kassandra predicted the future for herself in the picture with Batman.

But he was on the opposite side of him, and Batman chose to stand on David's side and help David deal with him.

Batman is good, so who is he in the future?

Thinking of Kayla's words again, the tribe prophesied, destroying the world, and the bad nature lurked in the bones...... Clark swallowed.

Probably not, right?

"Could it be that I keep an eye on David all day to prevent him from becoming bad, and that I am the one who will become evil and harmful to others in the future?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Clark?"

Seeing Clark shaking his head violently inexplicably, looking unwilling to accept it, David patted him and said.

"Don't tell me, you're still thinking about Rickman?"

"No, Rickman, he'......"

Clark came back to his senses, but stopped talking.

In fact, about Rickman, he was inevitably angry at first, thinking that his younger brother began to kill people at every turn after being lynched, but ......

"In the past two days, Chloe has shown me a piece of news about Rickman."

Looking at Chloe and Pete on the other side of the school bus, Clark lowered her voice.

Paul, the director of the Metropolitan Environmental Center, never takes bribes, enforces the law, fights corruption, and still lives with his family in a cheap apartment in the Metropolis.

"Director Paul is a good guy who really cares about people's health and deserves respect."

But after meeting Rickman one morning and asking him about the pollution of his factory, he inexplicably committed suicide by jumping off a building.

"The news was accompanied by photos of his wife and children of several years old, lying on the corpse covered with a blood-stained white cloth, grieving and suffering."

It was a miserable and tearful scene, and Clarke's voice was low, knowing what was going on.

"Rickman used his ability to kill a good man worthy of respect and ruin a happy family......"

And this is not the first time Rickman has done it, and there have been many news of suicides in the past.

Clark still has reservations about his brother David's lynching, but no longer believes that Rickman is innocent and not guilty to death.

"Next time I'm a guest at a stranger's house, look at the soles of your shoes."

Clark just let go of the matter, not interested in discussing another dead man with Clark, David just reminded lightly at the end.

"Soles?"

Clark wondered why he had suddenly mentioned this.

Pete on the other side suddenly came over.

"Hey, did you hear that?

Today's lesson. ”

"What's wrong with the course?" The two wondered, is there any difference?

Looking left and right, Pete lowered his voice slightly obscenely.

"Didn't you look at the class schedule?

There is a new female biology teacher in the school, mature and beautiful, today's lesson is to teach people to recognize the sexes, I heard that some videos will be shown in the class, you know ......"

He winked at the two of them.

"Pete, can you not be like a baboon in heat."

Chloe, who is proficient in network technology, has a disgusted expression.

"And you."

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

Clark coughed, his face flushed, and quickly said he didn't understand.

David's eyes drifted out of the window, pretending not to know him.

……

"Come in."

The heavy wooden door, the sound of the door slamming, Luthor, who was dealing with official business, spoke.

His new bodyguard captain opens the door and brings with him the people he wants to meet.

"Manager Coro, Mr. Luthor is waiting for you inside." A tall man in a black suit and sunglasses opened the doorway, he seemed to have encountered some happy event today, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't hide that he was in a good mood.

It's just that when I'm at work, I'm also affected by emotions outside of work, and it's hard to say whether such a person is a qualified bodyguard, let alone a bodyguard captain.

"Hope I didn't disturb your work."

Comfortable in the back of the boss's chair, Luthor leaned back slightly, and held out his hand, "Please be seated, Mr. Corot." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Luther." An honest-looking middle-aged man, amazed by the luxurious facilities of the castle, walked cautiously as if he was afraid of breaking something, grabbed the corner of his suit, and sat down in front of his boss.

Glancing at the new bodyguard captain who bowed his head and closed the door, a mysterious smile flashed across Luther's lips.

(End of chapter)