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Clark's good mood lasted until he took Bruce back to the residence.

Barry was watching TV for supper, and the TV was reporting the explosion of the Luther Building at night.

Luthor stood in front of the camera, criticized the initiator of the incident in fierce terms, and released a video after the routine emphasized Superman's incompetence.

The picture of the video is very blurry, only a back figure is captured, and the dark outline almost blends with the night.

"No one can escape the punishment of the law. The Lex Group is doing its best to repair the damaged monitoring facilities. We will track down the identity of the intruder as soon as possible, and give this criminal Mr. who dare not see people the punishment he deserves."

"Idols are not criminals!"

"He's not a criminal!"

The voices of the two people almost merged into one beat.

Only then did Barry notice them, "Hey, you also know idols?"

"Uh." Clark lost his voice for a moment, and then stammered, "He... he saved me once."

This can't be considered a lie.

"But why did the idol break into the Lex Building?" Barry wondered.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief, "Maybe Luther is planning to do something bad again."

But then he felt a pang of anger, because he knew what such a report would do to Bruce.

Suspicion, slander, and slander that would follow would trample him in the mud, and debase and twist all his great qualities into something else.

"What are you doing?" Bruce grabbed him.

"I want to go back to Planet Daily to publish an article, and I want to expose the conspiracy of the Lex Group. He can't just blame a hero like this!"

"You can't." Bruce pulled him tightly.

"Louis will help me, she's a good reporter and Perry will be happy to have a big news..."

"You can't prove the truth of what you said, and you can't convince the public that a shameless monster in a bat costume sneaked into other people's homes out of good intentions." Bruce's tone became severe.

"Bruce!" Clark lowered his eyelids, looking utterly distressed.

His super brain made it easy for him to recall the complex look that flashed across Bruce's face that night when he talked about his city.

He knew what it meant, and he knew what it was like, so the more normal Bruce acted, the worse he felt.

Over there... would anyone feel sorry for him?

Will someone support him?

Will someone comfort him when he fails?

Will someone stand up and speak for him when he is being suspected and abused by the media and the public?

Will someone take care of him when he is hurt?

Would anyone help him as much as he helped himself when he was in trouble?

He seems to know the answer, but he sincerely hopes that the real answer is not what he guessed.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly froze like a swamp.

Barry watched for a long time, and found that the two of them had nothing to say. After gnawing three apples, he couldn't help but say, "I want to help him."

The frozen atmosphere was suddenly punctured like a bubble. Only then did Clark remember that there was someone else in the room, and he let out a dumbfounded "ah".

"I want to help him, Luther looks very sinister." Barry said eagerly while nibbling on the fourth apple, "I think I can go and get the monitoring equipment and wiring parts of the Lex Building and so on." I’ve taken everything apart, and I’ve had enough to eat these days, but I haven’t tried the feeling of running at full speed yet.”

Bruce said, "I remember you were a police officer."

Barry blushed a bit, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it resignation now?"

"You stay here for the first time."

"why?"

"Remember what you saw? Clark found other clues." Bruce panicked without changing his expression. "Just in case, don't expose it."

"Is it right to lead the snake out of the hole? So I am the special soldier ambushing around?"

"If you must understand it that way."

"Cool! Leave it to me, I promise to complete the task!!"

After a good night's sleep, everything returned to the established track.

Clark went to work as before, greeted every colleague he met as before, and poured coffee for colleagues in the office with a smile as before.

But people who are familiar with him, such as Jimmy, such as Louis, can easily spot his abnormality.

Until noon, Perry called him into the room with a complicated face.

Louis's heart skipped a beat, and he followed. As soon as he reached the door, he heard Perry ask seriously, "I don't ask how you got this, are you sure you really want to report it?"

"This is big news."

"But it's also a bomb." Perry threw the manuscript on the table, and Louis covered his mouth in surprise when he saw the photo on it through the glass.

Mr. Gessen, the rising star of the parliament, has always been happily married to Mrs. Anne, who is the daughter of the speaker, and has a sweet life. With his dedicated and dedicated personality, he is highly rated among the ladies, and his political career has always been smooth. The strong friendship with his wife has always been the focus of praise from major media, but in the photo, he is half naked, with his thighs exposed, and he does not forget to hold two girls on one left and one on the right.

The Mets, the evergreen trees in the film industry, are known as a clear stream in the circle. They have always been talked about as model couples in the metropolitan film industry, but in the photo, although the two are in the same room , but the eyebrows and eyes are all alienated, hugging the two teenagers and playing with each other.

There are not only these two photos on the table, but they all have a common characteristic, everyone is a highly recognizable celebrity who often appears on TV and newspapers.

It is conceivable that the release of these photos will cause a storm of public opinion. In terms of the impact on the upper class, it is even more serious than the previous scandals.

This is big news, the reporter's instinct can make Louis understand, but it is also dangerous news, what he represents is enough to strangle all the way out of a reporter's career, and it is conceivable that there will be no more If a company or a celebrity is willing to accept his interview, he will be said "NO" by the whole circle, and even the entire newspaper office will face tremendous pressure because of this.

"People have a right to know the truth," Clark said.

But that's not all, it's the only way that has the potential to divert the public's attention away from the Lex Tower attack.

He wants to try.

Perry was silent. He has spent too many years in this industry and has seen too many things. The vigor and ideals of his youth have long been worn away by time. He has to consider whether this news is good or bad for the newspaper. .

"I'll ask you again, are you really going to turn in this report?"

Clark took a breath and said seriously, "Yes."

"You go out first." Perry said flatly.

"Old editor, we are reporters."

"Starting tomorrow, don't follow current affairs news anymore. The sports section also lacks a school section. You can go there."

"……it is good."

"Wait." After leaving the office, Louis quickly caught up with Clark, "Perry is protecting you, don't..."

"I know." Clark laughed, "He is afraid that I will be made things difficult, I understand, it doesn't matter, he is doing news wherever he goes."

Louis sighed, "You idiot."

Clark smiled and rubbed his head sheepishly, which made him look even more like a big boy scout.

Louis also laughed and kissed his forehead lightly, "Come on, I'm proud of you."

Clark subconsciously took half a step back, forced himself to stop, and returned a gentle hug.

If it had been a few months ago, he might have been excited about this kiss for a long time-after all, it didn't belong to Superman, but Clark Kent got it entirely.

But at this moment, there was no change in his heart.

Clark suddenly realized that the throbbing he once had had disappeared unconsciously. The person in his arms was still so beautiful, his favorite type from head to toe. He still admired this beauty and admired her bravery and independence , regard her as a precious colleague and friend.

But in this kind of appreciation, there is no more emotion beyond friendship.

"Thank you, Louis, and you work hard too."

After a fleeting hug, Clark let go of her, smiled at Louis' slightly dazed expression, turned and walked downstairs.

Behind him, Louis stared blankly at his back as he disappeared into the corridor.

She raised her hand and touched her heart. For some reason, her heart felt sour.

Somehow, she seemed to feel that she had lost something important.

But she didn't continue to think about it, and she didn't need to think about it anymore. She saw Richard and the child waving to her outside the glass window.

With a smile on her face, she strode over.