[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark put his hand on Tempus's shoulder naturally. When the big man turned his eyes, he saw Tempus's current partner. Watching Tempus intently.

Clark moved his hand on Tempus's shoulder, and withdrew his hand very naturally - he felt that this real single dog named "Playboy" had received a critical hit of [-] points.

Why did Bruce improve his observation skills, why did he light up his reasoning skills, sometimes it doesn't hurt to not find out.

When a single dog is hurt, no couple is innocent!

Bruce is the culprit!

Clark led the three of them into his own house. The Kent farm hut was small but very warmly decorated. There was no one in the house. Clark said: "My parents went to buy seeds for the next season. Sit down, what do you want to drink? The coffee machine has just made coffee, how about a cup? Black tea and fruit juice."

Agent Booth and Tempus sat down on the sofa in the living room, and Booth said, "Coffee, thank you."

Clark asked.While speaking, Clark walked into the bathroom, washed his hands, put the hand sanitizer on the coffee table, pressed the hand sanitizer and rubbed it, served two cups of black coffee quickly, and asked Said, "Would you like some cookies, Tempy?"

Temps nodded immediately, and Clark walked into the kitchen without stopping, poured out a plate of cookies and put them on the coffee table, and then sat down on the sofa.

Tempus was talking: "I heard Cook said that this is your family's farm. You found that body when you dredged the canal?"

Clark replied: "Yes, as soon as I went down with the shovel, the bones were exposed." Clark glanced at the notebook in Booth's hand and said, "The land next to the canal where the corpse is was originally planted with rice, harvested from the rice. It's over, I remember..." Clark thought for a while, just in case he took out his phone and looked at it, and said, "That's right, July 7th..."

Whenever the farming season is busy, Dr. Kent has to go home to help.

Booth held the pen, wrote down the date, and asked, "Did you pay attention to the situation of the canal at that time?"

Clark recalled, and said, "I'm sure the aqueduct works."

"Are you sure?" Booth asked cautiously.

"That's right," Clark said.

Tempus stood aside, laughed and joked, "Don't look at Clark's beauty, he must go home to help when the farming season is busy."

"That means," Booth said, "that the body was dumped between July 7 and today, July 9."

"No, no," Clark said, "There was frequent precipitation a while ago, and the soil would be wet to speed up the decay of the corpse, but it will take at least ten days for the corpse to rot to the current state. I think the time for dumping the corpse should be in July. From the night of the 7th to July 9th."

"What was the cause of death?" Booth asked.

"The cause of death should be related to the broken skull." Clark saw Tempus staring at him with a pair of shining eyes from the side of his head, and he smiled and said: "I am not legally responsible for my words, You don't even pay me, Temple."

Cook, who was standing next to his idol and idol partner like a transparent person, said abruptly, "I can pay you, Clark, and temporarily hire you as a criminal forensic expert in the police station to assist Dr. Bray in completing the preliminary examination of the corpse. Examination." Inspector Cook sighed, and he said: "Dr. Kirton has left, and he strongly stated that he is a small town pediatrician and cannot assist Dr. Bray in forensic autopsy."

Clark raised his hand and scratched the back of his head, and said, "I'm going to change clothes."

"Changing clothes?" Booth asked subconsciously.

Clark looked at Tempus touching the small cookies one by one, and said without stopping, "Change into a suit." Clark raised his hand and stretched the corner of the clothes. Clark, who was wearing a pink sweater and jeans, said helplessly: " Detective Booth, didn't you say that I don't look like a doctor, if I work, I have to wear professional clothes."

Clark's figure disappeared into the stairwell. Booth then pressed down a tube of hand sanitizer and rubbed his hands. He picked up a cookie and put it in his mouth. With the smell of incense and matcha, Booth muttered: "Jesus!" Seeing Booth's bright eyes, Cook also pressed down a tube of hand sanitizer and rubbed his hands.

Waiting for Clark to go downstairs, the porcelain plate on the coffee table that was originally full of cookies was gone.

Ah Fu's cookies are always so popular.

Booth raised his head, and Clark was standing in front of them. The chief coroner of the Metropolitan was wearing a straight white shirt and black suit pants. Clark in jeans looked very professional. Booth sighed deeply and said, "You have proved that you are a member of the Squint Squad. Your suit is also so professional that you can testify directly in court."

Clark blinked his blue eyes and joked, "But there are no clothes that are more serious than a sweater and less lazy than a shirt at home, and there is only the last kind of clothes left at home..."

"What clothes...?" Booth asked casually.

Tempus grinned and hurriedly replied, "White vest and floral pants!"

"Hey!" Clark said with a smile: "I'm at home, you can't ask too much about my home dressing style."

……

Small town hospital morgue and makeshift forensic laboratory.

Tempus walked towards Clark while taking off her gloves. When she lowered her head, she saw the skull already assembled on the lab table. Tempus exclaimed, "My God, Clark, my best intern didn't either You fight fast!"

Clark blinked.

Tempus examined the skull, which showed very clear marks of blunt force blows.

Clark raised his head, looked away from the computer, looked up at her, and said, "That's not true, the best forensic doctor on the West Coast of the United States is not bragging." Tempus walked over, stood beside Clark, and moved out of his seat , Tempus flipped through the X-ray film and Clark asked, "Have you completed the preliminary examination?"

"It's done," Temples said. "It's just that the bone is still covered with residual tissue. I don't see any obvious wounds on the bone."

"Hey," Clark said with a sigh, "then still have to send the bones to your laboratory."

Temps carefully packed the bones of the deceased, put them in a courier box, and said, "Clark, the conditions here are really limited, so we have to send the bones to Jeffersonia's lab. You haven't seen my intern, he Examination of the bones will be done in a laboratory."

Clark sealed the foam box containing the bones tightly, and followed Tempus out of the temporary forensic laboratory with the foam box in his arms. Booth, who was waiting outside the laboratory, greeted him and asked, "How is it?" ?”

"The cause of death can be determined now," Tempus said, pointing to the assembled bones on the test bench, "Look, the death was caused by craniocerebral injury caused by a blunt instrument blow to the back of the head, but the conditions here are limited. The evidence left on the body cannot be extracted and analyzed, or the corpse should be packed and sent back to the laboratory, what, where is Cook?"

"Cook... just came to call the police. Brian's chicken was lost and he was arguing with Old Green. He rushed to deal with it," Buston paused, and then asked: "Has the skull photo been sent back to the laboratory?" ?”

Clark nodded and said, "Just sent."

"Very good, then Angela will be able to send the simulated image of the deceased's head portrait later..." Tempus said, "Go eat, Clark, do you know where the best dinner in town is!"

"Of course," Clark said, "I invite you!"

The three of them had dinner, and Clark had just settled the bill when Tempus' cell phone rang. Tempus clicked on the phone screen, and Clark frowned as soon as he saw the photo clearly displayed on the screen.

Booth keenly captured the change in Clark's expression and asked, "Why, do you know him?"

"Yeah, I know him. I think there is no one in our town who doesn't know him," Clark said, pinching his brows, "His name is Anderson Cavill..."

Booth also frowned when he heard the surname "Cavill".

"Detective Booth, do you know about the interstate drug smuggling case that happened in this small town 14 years ago?" Clark asked.

"Is that Cavill?" Booth asked.

"Yeah, it's that Cavill, Arnold Cavill's only son, Anderson Cavill." Clark said, "Tampie, I've finished my work, so I'm leaving first."

That case was of special significance to Clark. He and Bruce completed the investigation of the case together. The criminals involved were brought to justice because of the evidence they provided. his future career direction.

"Thanks for your hard work," Booth said, "We'll get together before we leave after the case is solved. I'm curious how you and Bones got to know each other."

"Secret!" cried Temples.

Clark raised his hand, patted Booth on the shoulder, then turned around and walked towards the parking lot. Along with the simulated portrait, those dusty memories flooded over like a flood.

The first thing Clark recalled was the last day before he graduated from high school, the little fat guy who was naked and tied up in the sports room with only a pair of underwear on his body——Jack Cook.

Clark started the car, and the car slowly drove out of the parking lot. He clearly remembered that he played basketball with his classmates for a long time that day, and the game ended after the sun went down. He went to the bathroom, and the classmates who played basketball left first. The campus is empty.

Clark remembered that he had just received a text message from Bruce at that time, roughly meaning that he had already taken a taxi at the airport and was expected to arrive at Kent Farm around nine o'clock in the evening.

Originally, they were going to travel together the next day, but after Clark rescued Cook from the storage room of the gymnasium, they postponed their travel plan.

At that time, he fiddled with the red pyranometer on his wrist and lowered the radiation index--a gadget specially made for him after Master Bruce studied Kryptonian technology--it was also a birthday present--this looks like It's a watch's radiation meter that allows him to exercise with ordinary people without worrying about knocking someone out of their bones.

And the moment he lowered the red solar radiation index, Clark's super hearing swept across the campus very casually, and the captured sounds flooded into his ears.Clark remembered that he had been concentrating for a while, when he heard a low groan of pain coming from the sports room.

The big case that caused a sensation in the United States began with the helpless groan of this little fat man.