[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Office of the Chief Coroner, B[-], Metropolitan FBI Bureau.

Today is Clark's first day at work, the first day of the month, and it's still a Friday.

Clark sat in the office that day—it was a good thing, there were no new cases.Clark recognized all his colleagues in the Forensic Medicine Department. The Forensic Medicine Department removed an indefinite number of interns and assistants, and the resident forensic doctor in the Forensic Medicine Department plus him made a total of five.

He listened again today. The previous chief coroner, Adam Eide, did not retire naturally—he was murdered, and died in a dead end on the outskirts of the metropolis just three months ago. The forensic doctors of the same department are somewhat secretive.

It was already late at night. Clark was sitting behind the desk, holding a cup of coffee in one hand. Dr. Adam Eder's autopsy report issued by Anthony Finger - the biggest crime in the bureau, the FBI's investigation has made no progress.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door of his office, and Clark said, "Please come in."

Anthony Finger, deputy chief coroner of the Metropolitan FBI Branch, came in. He walked to Clark's desk. Clark raised his head. Finger said, "Clark, are you still off work?" In a less formal situation, Clark I prefer to be called by his name rather than "Dr. Kent" which sounds very distant.

"Yeah," Clark clicked on the documents on the desk: "I plan to read these documents before I get off work, why, Anthony, are you going to get off work?" Clark noticed that Finger's eyes fell on his desk case Dr. Adam Eide froze almost imperceptibly during the autopsy report, and then Finger looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Yeah, not seeing a case on Friday is the best thing in the world," Finger said, propping his hands on his desk, "I suggest you go quickly, it's a long night, maybe the phone on your desk will ring." Clark Nodding with a smile, Finger waved his hand: "Then I'm leaving. I'm planning to drive across the state with my girlfriend. She's waiting for me in the parking lot."

"Goodbye, don't keep your darling waiting," Clark said, pretending to notice nothing.

"bye."

After Finger walked out, closed the door, walked through the corridor and passed the window, Clark confidently read the rest of the documents at super speed.Clark is now reading all the cases handled by the previous chief coroner, Dr. Ed. Some cases have been closed, some cases have been suspended, and only three or four cases are being solved.

Clark sat down, and he looked at the autopsy report at a glance-this is the biggest unsolved case in the bureau now, and the FBI's investigation has made no progress.There is a photo of Dr. Ed on the cover. Dr. Ed, who is in his 30s, looks a little thin, wearing a pair of wire-rimmed glasses. He smiles very gently.

Clark read Dr. Ed's autopsy report again, and he didn't see any clues from the autopsy report for a while.Clark closed the folder, stood up, picked up a stack of documents and put them in the filing cabinet. He also deliberately placed Dr. Ed's autopsy report on the far right - it was easy to find, and he locked the cabinet.

The super brain allowed him to quickly write down the specific content of the autopsy report.At this time, the phone of the "Dingling" forensic office rang, and Clark exhaled. He raised his hand and picked up the phone: "Forensic laboratory, Kent."

"Hello, Dr. Kent," said a female voice on the other end of the phone. She was talking on her mobile phone, and there was the sound of a woman's wedge heel hitting the ground. She said, "This is SSA Kate Callahan. The detective, just received a transfer from the police, salvaged a body in the city view river, the ID card on the body showed that he was a resident of New York State, and the case was taken over by the FBI."

Agent Callaghan spoke concisely, and she asked, "Where are you, may I come to pick you up?"

"I'm in the office on the first floor," Clark replied, "You can drive and wait for me at the side door. I'll change into my overalls and pick up my toolbox and come up."

Clark switched to a plus-size hazmat suit—even the biggest plus-size hazmat suit didn't feel baggy to Clark.

He carried the toolbox and went upstairs, walked through the corridor and walked out the side door. Detective Callahan's car was parked at the door. This was a woman in her early thirties, with long black hair tied behind her head, looking sideways at the side door. In the direction of the passenger, the window of the co-pilot fell down, and the woman asked, "Dr. Kent?"

"Hello, Agent Callahan." Clark nodded at Callahan, then walked towards the back of the car. He opened the rear distribution box and put the toolbox in the trunk. After getting in, I put on my seat belt consciously.

As soon as Clark raised his head, he saw Callahan's expression of admiration and admiration. Clark blinked suspiciously, looked left and right—there was nothing wrong.

The handsome guy with strong muscles and excellent body showed a bambi-like daze.

Callahan turned her head, she started the car, she thought of her partner who was killed and died, her face showed a little sadness, Clark couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?"

Callahan stared ahead, sighed slightly, and said, "Dr. Kent, you are completely different from my former partner!"

"How?" Clark asked casually.

Callahan said: "You have just joined the job for a day, and you may not know about Dr. Ed's case..."

"I know," Clark interjected, "according to the autopsy report issued by Finger, Dr. Ed was dead for three days when the police and FBI found his body. Dr. Ed was strangled and shot/shot in the heart , died of massive hemorrhagic shock."

Callahan was stunned, and she couldn't help turning her head to look at Clark. Clark shrugged and said, "What's wrong?" Clark smiled, but his tone was calm and serious. , further examination of the body, which is also part of my job."

"Then did you find any new clues, Dr. Kent!" Callahan asked anxiously.

Clark did not answer, but instead asked, "Are you in charge of this case?"

"Yes."

"I'm sorry, I haven't found out so far," Callahan couldn't hide his disappointment, and Clark said: "But today I just read the autopsy report of the existing shelved cases. I hope that after reviewing the corpse, I can Get new leads."

"So when can you start?" Callahan pressed.

"Finish the autopsy on the case we're taking over now," Clark said, "Tomorrow?"

"Thank you." Callahan let out a long breath before she said: "To tell you the truth, Dr. Kent, I have never given up on this case in private, but in the past three months, I have kept the possible murderer's actions After investigating all the traces, I didn't find anyone who had time to commit the crime. I really don't know how to explain to Mrs. Aide."

Callahan's mood was very low, but the car drove very smoothly.

The atmosphere was a little depressing, Clark raised his hand—like a child asking for questions, Callahan couldn't help laughing at his actions, and he said: "Question one, Agent Callahan, when I first got in the car , why do you say that I am completely different from your former partner?"

"Ed, he, he is also a graduate of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology School of Medicine, he has a little idealism, Ed is thin, wears a pair of filigree-rimmed glasses, he is soft, and he smiles like a little sheep," Kara said. Han said: "And you, Dr. Kent, you are wearing an extra-large protective suit." Clark nodded, and Callahan continued: "Although you also wear glasses, you are very serious when you are not smiling. Very imposing, handsome, strong and masculine, look at your muscles..."

Callahan looked at him out of the corner of his eye, and couldn't help but take a breath—this was the usual reaction of girls when they saw Clark.

"I'm a fitness buff," Clark said pretendingly, "Boys have to protect themselves in big cities."

Callahan couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Clark raised his hand again, and Callahan smiled and said, "Please ask."

"How about calling me Clark?" Clark said.

"Clark," Agent Callaghan said with a smile, "call me Kate."

"Okay, Kate," Clark turned his head and said to Kate seriously, "I will do my best to re-examine the body."

Kate stared ahead, her eyes flickered, just like someone said, Clark is a person who is very like the sun, he treats people very sincerely and seriously, and can always win the trust of others in the first time, whether people are The first impression of him or the subsequent opinion is the same.

At this time, the communicator of Batman driving the Batmobile on the streets of Gotham received a call from Alfred. Batman connected the communicator and asked, "Ah Fu, what's wrong?"

"There is a guest at home, Mr. Bruce, please don't drink." Alfred said bluntly, Alfred's cell phone had almost no sound leakage, and the people standing next to Alfred could not hear what was on the phone sound.

"Please don't drink" is the code word between them - it means that there are guests who need attention, and Alfred will not use the word guest to refer to Clark. Batman asks: "Who?"

"It's Mr. Tony Stark, Master Bruce," Alfred said, "I think you need to come back, Mr. Stark has something very important to ask you." Alfred hung up the phone.

Mr. Stark smiled at the English-style butler, and he always felt that the butler in front of him was a little bit higher than his little pepper.

Batman turned the front of the Batmobile, and the Batmobile drove towards the temporary Batcave hidden in the warehouse. The Batmobile was connected to the Bat surveillance that was gradually covering the whole city.Because of Falconi's death and the horrible gas, Gotham is unbelievably peaceful these days.

The elevator door opened, and the elevator made a "ding" sound. Bruce leaned on the elevator leading directly to the apartment. He lowered his head, exuding a faint smell of alcohol.Bruce walked slowly into the hallway, looking drunk, and when he looked up, he saw Tony sitting on the sofa in the living room.

Tony held a large lump of cute and furry in his arms, and Xiao Krypton ate the dog strips in Tony's hand.

Alfred stood by the shoe cabinet in the entrance, holding Bruce's arm, Bruce shook his body, then kicked off his shoes and stuffed his feet into slippers, Bruce said, "I...I'm fine... It's okay, Ah... Ah Fu, get some... get some hangover medicine."

"Master Bruce, with all due respect," Alfred said, "You are very unhealthy." Bruce nodded noncommittally, and walked unsteadily to the sofa in the living room, and even helped Tony by the shoulder when he passed by .Bruce lowered his head and glanced at the empty glass on the coffee table.

The dog smelled the alcohol and ran away—the dog could tell that the alcohol smell was only attached to the clothes, so it didn't act with Bruce's father.

Tony seemed to see another self passing by him, the fun was over, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, and his eyes were blurred.Bruce walked to the single sofa in a daze, and sat on the sofa with his feet limp. Tony leaned forward and stretched out his hand towards Bruce, shaking it in front of his eyes: "Hey, Wayne, wake up! Can you see who I am?" ?”

Bruce's head was tilted on the sofa, his stomach was churning, and finally, "uh" made a gagging motion, and he looked speechless.

Alfred came out from the other side of the apartment, holding a silver plate in his hand. On the plate was a hot towel and a bottle of hangover medicine. Alfred put the plate on the tea table and picked up the square bottle of "hangover medicine". Unscrew the cap of the bottle and send it to Bruce. Bruce put his hands on his lap and "vomited" again, then leaned back on the sofa and took a sip of the "hangover potion" in the square bottle.

Well, it's freshly squeezed orange juice.

Bruce leaned his head on the back of the single sofa, tried to keep his eyes open, and finally tilted his head to the side and fell asleep.Tony stood up and walked towards Bruce, shaking his hand in front of Bruce's closed eyes, Tony called helplessly: "Hey, Wayne, wake up, Jesus, wake up."

For Tony, the Bruce man is back, but his sanity is still not on the line.

"I apologize to you on behalf of the master, Mr. Stark," Alfred said with apologies in his words, "I'm afraid that no matter what important things are, I can only wait until tomorrow when the master is like this."

Tony couldn't help yawning when he heard this. He took a plane from New York to Gotham, changed to a car, and drove downstairs to Wayne's apartment. He went upstairs and knocked on the door. Wayne was still not at home. After waiting for a while, the owner of the apartment got drunk and passed out.

While talking, Tony also felt a surge of drowsiness, and Alfred asked with concern: "Mr. Stark, I have put the clothes sent by your bodyguard in the guest room, where are you going?" How about resting in the guest room? Let’s talk about something tomorrow.”

Tony yawned: "Okay." He only thought it was because he was too tired after running around for a long time.

Tony followed Alfred into the guest room, took a shower, put on Alfred's pajamas, fell on the bed and fell asleep.

At this time, Master Bruce, who was sleeping on the single sofa, opened his eyes. He stood up very consciously, walked around the living room, and walked towards the storage room at the corner of the apartment. He walked into the dark storage room. In the room, he raised his hand and pressed against the wall, the green horizontal stripes of light swept across, a gap in the wall was released, and a hidden door slid in, which was a hidden surveillance room.

Bruce walked in, closed the door, and looked at Stark who was sleeping soundly in the picture. Bruce asked, "Ah Fu, what did you drug him?" The water in the glass on the coffee table must have been added. What medicine.

"It's Mr. Kent's medicine. It's colorless and odorless. It's a soothing agent for deep sleep without any side effects." Alfred replied.

Bruce couldn't help raising his eyebrows. He had never heard that Alfred had asked Clark for this potion. He asked, "Have you never used this soothing potion on me?"

"Not currently, Master Bruce." Alfred implied that the future is possible. Alfred was a little curious and asked, "What is the important matter for Mr. Stark looking for you?"

Bruce replied: "Oh, probably he wanted to hold a banquet to celebrate his friendship with Clark, and he didn't know Clark's preferences, so he came here to ask me. I'll continue to watch the night, Alfred," Bruce turned to leave, then turned back and said : "By the way, help me recover the bug/hearing device."

"Yes." Alfred replied briefly.

Alfred knew very well that the bug was taped under the collar of Tony's shirt—it was stuck on Tony's shoulder when Bruce passed by, and the bug passed to Bruce that Tony fell asleep. exact time.

After finishing speaking, Bruce left again—Bruce rubbed his wrists, and he came back to play this scene on purpose. The protagonist of that banquet is probably already fast asleep by now.