[Zhongyingmei] There is always a villain kidnapping me

"...It is reported that the lucky boy who was rescued by Superman was found on the lawn of the hospital a week after the successful operation..."

"...At present, the police believe that it may have been a suicide..."

"...According to the reporter's follow-up report, it is known that the lucky boy is an orphan, has congenital heart disease, and his biological brother is currently a fugitive criminal. It is said that the boy also knows Brody Wayne and has a good relationship—maybe the anonymous funding comes from Little Wayne—”

"...Unfortunately, this boy chose to give up luck in the end..."

"Mr. Luthor, how do you feel about what happened to Lucky Boy? Do you think it might be because of that attack that Lucky Boy chose to commit suicide?"

On the big screen, a bald man walked out of the group building under the escort of the bodyguards. The reporters surrounded him one after another, but they couldn't break through the protection of the bodyguards, so they could only desperately stretch out their hands and bring the microphone closer to Lex.

Lex stopped when he walked to the luxury car. Contrary to the expectations of the reporters, he didn't get into the car directly, but turned his head to face the microphones, and answered some questions with his mouth.

"I'm sorry to hear the news. In fact, I liked Angel a lot and visited him when he was in the hospital as he recuperated for his surgery and I'm pretty sure the boy wasn't overshadowed by the attack. , so I am shocked and regretful that he chose to give up his life."

"Mr. Luthor, will you go to his funeral? I heard that the Wayne Brothers will appear at the funeral. Do you feel embarrassed to meet them?"

"I think I'll go. As for embarrassment, of course not," Lex said, facing the camera with a sad expression, and slowly said:

"Because we're all friends with that boy."

On this day, the sky in the metropolis was not as blue as it used to be. The dark clouds gathered, and it seemed to be overwhelmed. It felt like being in Gotham.The wind was blowing, blowing up the corners of people's clothes, making their hair flutter, and the temperature dropped accordingly, and even felt a little cold.

The pastor recited the hymn in a solemn and compassionate tone. The voice floated out of the church, hovered in the cold wind, and disappeared.People followed the black hearse out of the church and walked forward in silence until they came to the cemetery, watched the coffin being put into the grave, and finally covered the soil in the order of their closest relationship with the deceased.

After everything was over, the tomb was filled and a tombstone was erected. A black-and-white photo was placed in front of the monument. The boy in the photo smiled with bent eyes, just like his name, like a little angel.

A bouquet of white lilies was placed in front of the tombstone. Lex straightened up, looked down at the tombstone for a few seconds, then turned around, facing the young man's gaze.

So he said: "I still remember when I saw him, he was like a little angel, but now..." He paused, did not continue, showing the expression he had when he was interviewed on TV that day, Sad and regrettable and somewhat unbelievable.

The young man looked at him fixedly, Lex's expression still seemed sincere, making people believe him immediately, and it was hard to doubt his thoughts.

Maybe that's why, the young man moved his eyes away from him, and landed on the tombstone behind him. In that picture, he was staring silently, his eyelashes fluttered, and a shadow fell on him, making the emotion in his eyes dim.

"Mr. Luther."

The young man spoke in a low voice, with a calm tone, but one could feel the depression in it, "I actually don't understand why this kind of thing happened."

"Maybe it's fate," Lex said, "I think he just went back to God."

"Really..." the young man whispered.

The two exchanged a few more words, and finally Lex left with him. The young man straightened his back and stared directly at the tombstone. After a while, his body moved slightly, and he turned around to look at a certain place.

There, Lex was bending over to get into the car, his exposed profile expression was indifferent until the door was closed.

The young man kept looking in that direction, watching the car gradually drive away.

"Brody."

Someone called his name, and Brody turned his head.

The reporter with black-rimmed glasses, like everyone else, was wearing black clothes and a white flower on his chest. He walked up to Brody, but didn't say anything first, as if he was thinking about how to speak.

Brody: "Are you trying to ask me why I keep looking at Lex Luthor, Clark?"

Clark didn't actually want to ask this, he was just a little worried about Brody, and he felt that Brody's mood was not right.

But Brody didn't need Clark's answer, and he continued, "I just think that he doesn't have the emotion he showed in his heart, and he doesn't feel anything about Angel at all."

"However..." he said softly again, "Actually, this is not surprising, after all..."

People are always hypocritical.

Maybe Lex Luthor came to this funeral just to project a positive image of himself, which is really normal behavior.

"Brody..."

Brody twitched the corners of his lips, "Sorry, I just...are you here with Perry, I—"

"Brody," Clark stopped him again, interrupting his words, the blue eyes under the lens stared at him, like the real sky, containing everything and seeing through everything, "we are friend, so—”

Clark slowed down, "You don't need to rack your brains to think about the topic."

"..." Brody closed his mouth.

After the funeral, people gradually dispersed, and there were not many people left in the cemetery.Even the haggard-looking head of the orphanage has just left. After all, she still has other children in the orphanage to take care of, and she has faced the departure of several children before when she was short of money. Although she is sad, she has already Do not indulge in this emotion.

In fact, Brody couldn't tell what he was feeling, some inexplicable things were pressing on his heart, making it difficult for him to breathe.

This state has always existed since he knew the news of Angel's death.

When he was in the middle of the funeral, obviously he didn't want to feel other people's emotions, but those dark emotions got into his body and into his brain desperately, making Brody more uncomfortable, but he No thought of leaving the funeral.

He wanted to accompany Angel to the end.

After the crowd dispersed, those emotions gradually left him, making him feel quiet. He looked at the words engraved on the tombstone, thinking a lot in his head, until he finally regained his senses and wanted to walk forward. At that moment, his body swayed, and he realized that his legs were a little numb because he had been standing all the time.

A hand held him.

Only then did Brody realize that Clark hadn't left.

In the end, he and Clark left this too quiet place and walked towards the exit of the cemetery.

"Clark," Brody said, looking straight ahead and speaking calmly, "I don't think it was suicide."

Brody always remembered the emotion he felt from Angel when he answered the phone. There might be self-blame and sadness in it, but he didn't want to die. And after the operation was over, when Angel woke up and allowed to answer the phone , Brody could only feel Angel's expectation and anxiety.

From the beginning to the end, Angel never thought of giving up his life.

But he left suddenly that morning.

After checking, the police did not find any traces of intrusion by others. Everything showed that this was indeed a child who was unable to think about it after gaining health. In the end, the police had to think that it was probably the shadow left by the attack that caused the child to act. Such behavior.

As Brody, he could naturally obtain the materials verified by the police, but he still couldn't believe it.

But what made him feel powerless was that he couldn't find any other evidence, it was just his intuition.

"Maybe you think it's just me being emotionally unacceptable, but..."

"But I trust you," Clark said.

Brody stopped in his tracks, raised his head slightly to look at Clark, and Clark also looked down at him, "I've been to the hospital too, so," he pushed his glasses, his tone affirmed, "I'm not because it's yours." That's why my friend said such comforting words, and I do believe you, Brody."

"Because it's also believing in myself, and I'm pretty sure Angel didn't want to give up life."

Clark's deep, gentle voice was like the warm sunshine shining into Brody's heart, dispelling some heaviness.

This is not the first time that Brody has expressed his thoughts. He has also spoken to Bruce before this, and Bruce has not denied what he said—Bruce, who has been with many criminals and experienced many criminal incidents, is relying on his own The experience felt wrong—but what Clark said meant something different to Brody.

Probably because Clark was the one who took him to the orphanage.

"If I want to find out the truth—"

"I'll be with you too."

Clark thought that he would work with Brody to find out who was behind the scenes, and he already had a guess.

Clark suspected that it might have been done by the owner of the voice who had prevented him from saving people during the attack and had fled somewhere. He had actually been looking for this guy these days, but until Angel's accident, Clark had nothing to do. could not find it.

Even Superman can't predict what will happen, and he also has his own weaknesses.

But no one can forgive, not even let go of the person who shot a child.

The two left the cemetery together, and finally Clark got out of the car after reaching the newspaper office, while Brody continued to sit in the car, waiting for the driver to take him back to the manor.

On the busy street, a man in a jumpsuit stood in front of the bus sign. His face was unclear because of the hat, but from his posture, it could be seen that he was looking at the passing vehicles on the driveway.

Brody, who was sitting in the car, froze suddenly, and looked out the window.

There are only speeding vehicles and people passing by outside the car window.

Nothing unusual.