[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

Mo Sheng withdrew her hands reflexively. Although this person's voice was gentle, she felt unreasonably afraid. When she was touched by this person, a sudden chill rushed to her brain. All the cells in her body were telling her that this person was dangerous. Run away quickly.

Clark's eyes darkened when he saw the little girl retracting her hands. He thought she might have noticed something... Even if she had noticed, she would not be able to say it, and she didn't dare to take that risk.

He was also watching when Bruce was studying these materials, and he could naturally remember those things, word for word.

Clark put on a gentle smile, as if nothing had happened: "I should feel sorry, but I didn't think things were right, and it has nothing to do with you."

He came here only entrusted by Bruce. In a few days, the experimenters will have an exchange and research with the experimenters in Gotham. Wayne Enterprises is the sponsor of this exchange. They need to get some information to understand the situation. The girl was really just an accident.

It was only then that Mo Sheng noticed the face of the person she bumped into. This gentleman was wearing black-rimmed glasses. He looked very upright and somewhat bookish. He seemed to deal with words a lot. His blue eyes made her feel a little familiar.

Maybe it was some scientific researcher. There were many scientific researchers in the building that she had never seen before. One thing to say, this handsome scientific researcher was quite rare.

So how could such a person make her feel dangerous?She shouldn't have watched a horror movie the day before, she was startled by the sudden touch of a stranger, Mo Sheng thinks she should be thinking too much.

"That's why I bumped into you." The girl said shyly, squatting down again to pick up the scattered documents and handing them to Clark, "Here you are, I picked them up, check to see if they are all there."

"Thank you." Clark flipped through it quickly. He read it the moment the girl handed it to him. It was all there. Now it's just a show. After all, normal people need to check like this, don't they?

He still smiled gently: "It's all here, you are a good boy, thank you for helping me pick it up."

"Haha, it's a small matter, see you later." Mo Sheng took a few steps upstairs, then turned around and waved to Clark.

"Goodbye." Clark said, and continued to walk downstairs.

The little girl continued to visit the building, taking the incident just now as an episode.

"Wait, where should I have seen him, where exactly?" Mo Sheng stopped halfway, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt familiar with that person just now, "Black framed glasses... black framed Glasses……"

After thinking for a long time, her head was still a mess, so she had to give up: "Forget it, maybe I have seen it somewhere before, but I will basically never meet it again in the future, and I am entangled in what to do with people who may not meet again in the future. "

Clark watched the girl leave and went down two or three floors, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number: "Bruce."

"Huh? Who did you see?" Someone answered the phone immediately, "It's not just a random person who can make you call... It's that little girl, right? I remember her parents work here."

Bruce could tell just from Clark's voice that he knew his friend too well.

"Yes." Clark said as he went downstairs, "She didn't recognize me, didn't you say she knew us?"

"Ha, it's normal." Bruce laughed, "If you know it, you know it. Whether you recognize it or not is another matter. Besides, she hasn't seen your movie."

When the little girl was in Gotham, Bruce discovered that she was slightly face blind. For people who know their names and faces but don’t always meet, they only know that they have seen each other, and they can’t remember who they are.

"What are you doing now?" Clark heard a noise coming from the phone. There seemed to be many people talking and taking pictures.

"Participate in a banquet." Bruce pushed the microphone out of the way, shook his head at the reporter who wanted to ask questions, pointed to his mobile phone, and signaled that he had something to do now and could not answer. banquet."

Hearing Bruce's answer, Clark couldn't help frowning: "Those banquets can be postponed, you are busy enough, there is no need to attend."

"But I always have to show up. Otherwise, where would Bruce Wayne go? It's not good to use extreme sports excuses, right?" Bruce said, he would relax when facing Clark, and Clark was his A friend for many years, he doesn't pretend to be anything in front of him.

"Well, I just think it's unbearable for you to watch at night and have to socialize during the day. You are an ordinary person, not a god, and ordinary people can't keep spinning." At this time, Clark had already walked to the door, and he Pausing, "Bruce, you need to rest."

"Thank you for your concern, but I still have to do these things, but since you said so, I will reject a few. Oh, those reporters still have to ask questions, I need to deal with it, and I will talk about it when I come back." Bruce said , and then hung up the phone.

Clark walked out of the building, and the sun still felt warm on his body, but this warm feeling became a little strange after a while.

He stopped, looked up at the clear sky, the sun was not covered by clouds, and the sun was swaying its own light without hesitation. When the warmth passed through his body, it brought not only comfort, but also-

power.

The kind of power you used to have.

Clark trotted a few steps, and ran to an unoccupied alley closest to the building, leaning on the wall to pant. After not feeling the power for a long time, he almost forgot how to control it.

"Damn it." He hammered down on the wall, and cracks spread across the wall immediately. Seeing this, he restrained his urge to hammer a second time.

After avoiding the sun, the feeling of surging power gradually subsided. Clark frowned and wiped the sweat from his forehead, and whispered: "I can't recover my strength, at least I can't recover all my strength..."

He doesn't want to regain his strength at all. It's good to be an ordinary person, but he's not a superman now, so why do he need those strengths?

What power brings him is not a sense of security or satisfaction, but fear, an indelible fear.

He closed his eyes and thought back to the past, the past before he came here, he had many good things in that past, but all he could think of was blood, only war, only the explosion and the millions of innocent souls in the metropolis.

Only pain and despair.

Before that, he found that his strength tended to recover. For example, his strength became stronger and he could lift things that he couldn't lift before; long time; also like...

But he can still control it in the past, and he will not become stronger just because he is exposed to sunlight.

Clark sighed, took off his glasses, and stared coldly at the wall in front of him. His perspective ability had been restored long ago, and he could clearly see the things inside, such as discarded bicycle clocks and early shot puts, etc.

An ordinary warehouse, he thought, he could see everything, nothing changed.

... No, he missed an important point, and he shouldn't have glanced at it.

Clark looked directly at the wall again, and fixed his eyes on the shot put. At first, the shot put was hazy and obstructed, but after a few seconds, it became see-through like other things, and the equipment blocked by it was revealed.

He can see through lead!

Clark was shocked for a moment and then suppressed his emotions. After all, it doesn't matter to him whether he can see through the lead.

And it's not that time period when normally no one would put lead in a house or anything unnecessary.

No big deal, just being able to see through lead.

Clark, who had calmed down, looked up at the sun in the sky. After thinking for a while, he silently took out the umbrella from his bag, opened it, and walked out of the alley.

That's right, this is the solution to the power surge. Since the power surges when exposed to the sun, then don't touch it. A parasol is enough to block most of the sun. As long as the power doesn't increase suddenly, he can still control it.

Thinking so, Clark hails a passing taxi and takes a taxi to the airport.

Flying in the past does not exist. Although he can fly now, as long as he flies to Gotham, he will definitely leave traces, and Bruce will definitely find out by then.

Even though the world is different now, even though Bruce knows he used to be Superman it's in the comics isn't it?Things in comics don’t have to be the same as reality, right?

Clark is well aware of Bruce's suspicion. They have been together for more than ten years before Bruce trusts him [-]%. It doesn't matter if he knows that he is a superman, and it doesn't matter if he recovers his strength. When the time comes, it will all be pushed to the fusion of the universe, but his real past must never be known. Otherwise it will never be the same between them again.

They should be friends and should always remain friends.

So he is not hiding it, because the consequences of confessing are unpredictable.

It's all right and wrong, isn't it?

Mo Sheng, who wandered around the building for a long time, happened to meet Dad Mo when she returned to the first floor, and she shouted in surprise: "Eh? Dad, have you finished the experiment?"

"No, it's just that there are some things that need to be done." Mo's father took off the mask, reached out to hug his daughter and touched her head, "Did you have fun these few days, baby?"

"Super happy." Mo Sheng nodded and said, rubbing Papa Mo's clothes, she likes to act like a spoiled child to her relatives.

"That's fine." Dad Mo said reassuringly, "As long as you're happy, there's no problem. I'm sorry I can't accompany you."

"It doesn't matter dad, I know you are busy, you are all to give me a better life." Mo Sheng smiled, she has always been considerate of her parents, besides, she didn't really care about it.

Then she took out a small notebook from her pocket and said to Dad Mo: "This is Iron Man's signature, Dad, didn't you say you like Iron Man the most?"

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