[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark sat on the big armchair behind the desk. When Kate hurried into the office, the man flipped through the folder and took a bite of the sandwich. Kate patted Clark's desk and said, "Let's go , new case!"

"Huh?" Clark responded, and immediately walked to the tool room. Clark asked as he walked, "Why don't you send text messages?" Said: "Did you receive the news on the way to gossip?"

The young female detective laughed dryly. She muttered softly and said, "It's been more than a month, Clark, you haven't heard anything at all?" Clark held his overalls in his hand, and he glanced at Shutters, Kate blinked and saw the man change into forensic field clothes.

At this time, Clark said as he walked out: "Are you so concerned about the relationship between Tony and Dale?"

Kate lowered her head with her hands in her hands, and said with some embarrassment: "It's just curiosity. If it has something to do with personal privacy, don't say it."

The two walked side by side to the underground parking lot. Kate watched Clark quicken his pace and sat in the driver's seat. Clark sat down in the driver's seat. Clark took out his mobile phone with his right hand and tapped his fingers. Kate heard her mobile phone beeping. With a sound, Clark sent her a connection.

Kate saw clearly the title of the link sent by Clark. She fastened the seat belt with one hand, and unconsciously her eyes and eyebrows twitched together. Batman's fanfiction, this fanfiction is based on the first perspective of "regret being a matchmaker", seeing the interaction between Superman and Batman.

Kate flicked her finger on the screen, she has a wealth of psychological knowledge, and this fanfic was sent to her by Superman himself, Kate read it carefully, the article is very short, this fanfic written by "regret being a matchmaker" is very Very realistic Superman and Batman interactions are depicted in great detail.

...It's the usual compliments, I can hear their voices, the voice of the little curly hair has a little curl, I can hear that he praises me just because he admires my beauty, but he doesn't have any extra emotions , unexpectedly, unlike those rhetorical praises, I am not disgusted at all.

The man standing next to the little curly hair just said after the little curly hair said: "I agree." He said to his friend, and he looked at the little curly hair: "What about you, have you been tempted for so many years?" ...

Kate read this fanfiction three times with a frown, and a smile called auntie's smile appeared on her face, but she regained her composure and finally asked in confusion, "So?"

"Oh," Clark turned the steering wheel lightly, and said, "'Regret to be a matchmaker' is Diana." Kate's eyes widened in surprise, and Clark said, "This fanfic is almost a documentary. When Bruce first met Diana. It was just..."

"Just?" Kate repeated.

Clark glanced at Kate, who was glowing with gossip, and said, "The first time Bruce and I met Diana was with Tony, and you go to that place too, it's the party Tony threw for me," Kate remembered, Clarke said: "At that time, we met Diana for the first time by the railing on the second floor of the lobby."

"You know," Clark said as he drove the car steadily, "Diana has her unique beauty and temperament. We were touched by her beauty almost the moment we saw her, and Tony naturally also No exception."

Clark recalled, and he repeated what Tony said at the time: "Tony said at the time that he was moved, and Diana was a gorgeous treasure made by the Creator." Clark paused and said, "At that time, Diana looked back at us. He glanced at it and showed a smile. However, you also know that Tony was still a wayward playboy at the time, and he had no intention of attacking Diana, a serious girl."

"And now," Kate said, "Mr. Stark is no longer the Stark he used to be."

"Bruce gave me a timeline in private, and I took a rough look," Clark said, "I'll talk to you when our case is over."

Bruce gives Clark a timeline of Tony and Diana's relationship—and out of the corner of his eye Clark sees Kate's eyes and eyebrows huddling together again.

The red light came on and the car stopped.

Clark looked into the distance. His eyes passed through the buildings and walls between the streets. He saw the busy figures of on-site investigators from the FBI branch. Clark looked back and asked, "How is the case today?"

Kate knew that Clark had seen the scene clearly, and had a rough guess about the situation. Kate replied: "Two people were killed and one injured at the scene of the crime. The neighbor reported the crime. The ambulance sent the injured to the hospital. The injured are seriously injured. The dead are out of danger but still in a coma. The deceased were two women, one big and one small, the older one was about 30 years old, and the younger one was four or five years old, and their identities are still being verified.”

The green light came on, and Clark started the car again.Their car was getting closer and closer to the scene of the crime. When they approached the parking space, the quiet Kate choked out a sentence: "Okay, tell me about the timeline drawn by Bruce later." Clark used a kind of He looked at his work partner helplessly, and nodded slowly.

Kate stared at Clark and whispered, "Isn't it normal for people to be curious? Didn't you ask Bruce to organize a timeline for you?"

Clark parked the car, looked up at Kate slightly, blinked, looked away, and said nothing.

"Speak!" the psychologist shouted: "Don't hesitate to talk like this!"

"I didn't ask Bruce to manage the timeline," Clark's voice became smaller and smaller: "He did it casually." Kate raised her hand to her forehead, and she reached out and stuffed a handful of sweet dog food into her mouth.

"kua" Kate pushed open the co-pilot's door and walked away with her head raised, but her original leisurely expression disappeared instantly, and her face became tense.

Just in the car, Clark could smell the bloody smell, a tragedy happened here.

Clark pulled out the car keys and walked towards the white detached villa. He walked around the cordon, and the detective on duty raised the yellow cordon for him. Clark looked through the wall of the villa.The on-site inspection marked the position where the injured fell to the ground with a white line, beside the bed in the bedroom on the second floor.

Clark was wearing gloves as he walked. The on-site investigation colleague was contacting Kate. Clark listened. The identity of the deceased had been verified. It was the hostess and her daughter of this single-family villa. The hostess divorced. Been living here with her daughter for two years.The identity of the injured could not be ascertained.

The forensic doctor who had already arrived at the scene came over holding a tablet. He sent the photos taken before the injured person got into the ambulance to Clark's eyelids. Clark glanced at it and frowned slightly.The new forensic doctor was a little excited when he saw Clark's frown.

"Sir," said the new medical examiner, "what do you think?"

Clark stretched out his hand and enlarged the wound with two fingers. The wound was on the wounded’s thigh, and inserted into the thigh obliquely from below. Because the femoral artery was injured, the blood flow in the photo continued. Clark looked at the new forensic doctor , he asked: "What do you think?"

"This direction, this angle, sir," the new forensic doctor spoke with a British accent. He grabbed Clark's hand and walked towards the mistress. He said quickly, "The mistress died by the bed." The forensic doctor who came pointed to the hostess beside the bed, and said, "The wounded fell two steps away from the hostess, and the wound was in this state."

The new forensic doctor said loudly: "Sir, I will definitely not agree with Dr. Miller, the director of on-site investigation." Clark looked at the busy doctors around him. Said: "I just told the detective in charge that the wounded should be taken care of, what do you think?"

"Clark?" Kate strode over, and she asked, "What's the matter." Of course Kate also heard the opinions expressed by the new forensic doctor.

Clark glanced at the new forensic doctor, and he said, "Kate, he was right, you need to arrange someone to take care of the wounded." Kate didn't ask, she trusted her work partner very much, she compared a hand, and recruited an agent to issue the order.

Clark then began to explain: "You see, the mistress died by the bed, the child died on the bed in her children's bedroom, and the wounded fell by the mistress's bed. case, but," Clark gestured, the new forensic doctor came over, he put the tablet photo in front of Kate's eyes, Clark continued: "This wound, the only possibility is to fall to the ground, and then grab the dagger , caused by stabbing the injured man's thigh."

Clark looked at the new medical examiner, beckoning him to explain.

"This knife," said the new forensic doctor interface, "it is very likely that the hostess grabbed the murder weapon that fell on the ground and stabbed the victim's thigh before the shock. It is still impossible to verify, and even no one in the community has ever seen him..." Kate's frowning brows slowly relaxed, and she understood the meaning of the two forensic doctors.

The new forensic doctor said firmly: "I think that the injured person is very likely to be the murderer who broke into the house and turned into a murder." After the new forensic doctor shrunk down the enlarged photo, he pointed to the photo and said, "And look, The clothes of this injured person, honestly, it is unlikely that a person would live in this high-end neighborhood with a lot of middle class.”

Kate looked at Clark, who nodded, and said, "There is obvious dirt on this person's clothes." Clark zoomed in on the photo, developed a close-up of the hands taken by the new forensic doctor, and he said, "Look, there is something in this person's fingers There is still dirt, it is obvious that he is engaged in heavy manual labor, and nine times out of ten, he is the murderer in this case."

Clark concluded: "Now, we only need to verify the murder weapon, which is the fingerprint on the dagger, and the shape of the wounds of the two deceased, and we can conclude..." And at this moment, Kate saw that Clark had been talking with confidence. His expression suddenly became tense, he frowned, and Clark squeezed out the next word: "Case," he narrowed his eyes, and slightly shifted his gaze: "I..."

Kate knew that there must be something that attracted Superman's attention. She said very naturally: "Clark, the dagger is investigating Dr. Miller's place on the spot. You can go and have a look. I will arrange things here."

Clark raised his hand and patted Kate on the shoulder, and hurried out.

It's just that Kate didn't expect that after Clark left, she saw Clark up close again at the funeral of Clark Kent at Kent Farm in Smallville, Kansas.