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"I remember your eyes can see through." Bruce turned his head, "What did you find at the scene?"

At some point, the Son of Hope of the Metropolis was hovering quietly behind him, his stern face looked more like the gods in Greek mythology, and he carried a strong pressure out of thin air .

"When I found them, they were no longer breathing." A flash of remorse and self-blame flashed across Clark's eyes, which made him angry, "The cause of death was poisoning. I saw it in their stomach. Completely digested drug fragments..."

"What medicine?" Bruce interrupted him.

Clark handed over a board of white pills, "That's it."

"Come with me." Bruce said bluntly.

Clark took him to the roof of an office building according to Bruce's guidance. Bruce easily opened the closed iron door on the roof and walked in with Clark.

From here, it should be the top floor of this office building, but it seems that it has been closed for a long time, there are sundries piled up everywhere, and there is no sign of anyone working.

Bruce opened a small room at the back that looked very much like a warehouse, pushed aside the packing boxes on the side, and entered a string of passwords on the number pad exposed below.

A few seconds later, the room changed drastically. In some places, the ground lowered, platforms and tables and chairs were raised, and in some places, the walls were opened. The seemingly advanced computer was unfolded from the folded state. In just a few moments, the empty small warehouse with only a few sundries in it has changed drastically.

"Wow." Even though his mood was still tense, Clark was still shocked by the sudden change.

Although it has high technology in the Fortress of Solitude, for a young reporter who grew up on the earth, even if he admits that it is an important thing left to him by his parents and his hometown, a high-tech alien fortress cannot How much sense of reality it brings to him is far less shocking than the shock of a penniless friend living in a foreign country who suddenly conjures up a decent base like magic.

Bruce put the sample in his hand on the observation platform, and opened the detection equipment familiarly to test the composition of the tablet.

"Approximately how big was the tablet residue you found in their stomach cavity?"

"Half the size of a fingernail, and a bit bigger for the two children."

"The ingredients of this drug are easily decomposed. If they died by taking the drug, the pills should have been digested and absorbed by the body before their death. In this case, it can only be determined that the drug was fed after their death."

"If a person is dead, can they still be fed?"

"The organs have not been severely damaged, and the human body will still retain some reflexes for a period of time after death, but the time is very short."

"You mean, they might have just been killed when I passed by?" Clark's voice was full of loss, guilt and self-blame, and he couldn't help thinking that if he could have arrived at the scene earlier, he might have been able to If they are saved, their lives will not wither away at the most brilliant age.

"This is not the time to blame yourself, Superman." Bruce called out Clark's code name for the first time, instead of simply using "you" to refer to him.

He quickly wrote the test report and put it together with the sealed samples, then turned his head and walked out.

"Where are you going?" Clark hurried to catch up.

"Now go back to your fortress and get my uniform, then go and stay wherever you want, don't worry about anything, leave this matter to me."

"This is impossible, this incident happened because of me!"

"Then you should understand that it won't end so easily." Bruce said sternly, "You are too conspicuous here, and it will only give them more opportunities to target you. If they can't hurt you, they will turn their heads to hurt innocent people."

Bruce knows the brain circuits of these heroes so well—because he's one of them, damn it—that he knows exactly what to say to get the job done.

After hearing this, Clark's expression changed, and his hand hangs down weakly, holding it unwillingly.

"……okay, I get it."

Afterwards, Clark did not pay attention to this matter again as he said, and Superman disappeared in the Metropolis overnight just like when he left that year.

The discussion on this matter on the Internet is still going on for a long time. Fortunately, Superman has gained enough favorability in the Metropolis before, and those who are willing to support him still have an absolute advantage.

Even the colleagues of the Planet Daily will check Twitter after busy work. As a Superman fan, Jimmy even applied for a dozen accounts at once to scold the sunspots in turn, not even Perry's yelling. Can yell him back to his main job as a photographer.

Clark can't help but check Twitter almost every 10 minutes, and then force himself to turn it off, not to pay attention to this matter.

He didn't know what was going on with Bruce - he hadn't been back for several days.

The only good thing is that the sudden disappearance of Superman really confused the guy behind the scenes. The past few days have been calm and there is no further trick to continue.

But Clark is still fidgeting, he is not a fool, he knows that this is just a temporary confusion of the main messenger, if those people really want to force him out, it is enough to create another disaster.

After much deliberation, Clark still had no choice but to just sit on the sidelines.

Even if Superman couldn't appear, at worst he would go there as a small reporter. As a reporter, no one would suspect that he was investigating the most popular events at the moment.

Thinking of this, Clark couldn't sit still.

At this moment, the door of the office was pushed open, and Louis rushed in with high-heeled shoes "da" "da" "da", picked up the kettle and drank half a cup at once.

"Big news, the Metropolitan Police Department held a press conference this afternoon to announce the progress of the investigation."

"Really?!" Jimmy jumped up excitedly, "They must have found clues that the victim was killed."

"Don't be too optimistic." Louis gave him a stern look, frowning tightly, "From the spokesperson's attitude, I think they are more inclined to Superman lying."

"That's impossible! Superman never lies!" Jimmy protested.

"They will release the surveillance video tonight, and it will be clear then."

"Can I go with you tonight?" Clark interjected hastily.

Louis frowned, probably because Clark always had problems in the previous interviews, which made her think he was not a good choice.

Clark said quickly, "Let me go, I promise not to cause trouble, and I think we can investigate secretly."

"Investigation?" Louis' tone loosened.

"I don't believe Superman can lie." Clark tried to praise himself cheekily, "but I'm worried that someone will play tricks behind his back."

"That's right, this happened to Lex Luthor as soon as he was released. I think he may have designed it." Jimmy also shouted.

Louis thought about it and thought it was feasible, "Then you will cover for me then."

"No, I think it's more appropriate for you to cover up." Clark said quickly, "You are the top reporter of the Daily Planet, you have won the Pulitzer, and you have made a big splash in the previous reports. Without you, it will definitely attract suspicion, and I will be fine, no one will pay attention to me."

"But... are you okay?"

Clark patted his chest and promised for a long time, and he almost didn't swear before Louis nodded.