As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

"Maybe... it's too late?!"

Pete next to him guessed.

The three are standing on the campus discussing the "unfortunate death of Principal Guan's car accident" that happened last night.

"Well, for an alien with lasers in his eyes, I don't believe he will be hindered by objective factors."

Chloe shrugged and disagreed with Pete's explanation.

"Chloe!"

Clark glanced left and right, lowered his voice nervously, and said to Chloe, "You promised me that I would keep it a secret and would not tell me and Eric."

"certainly."

Chloe raised the camera and smiled playfully at Clark, "Don't forget that I still have a reporter status, although it's good to keep secret, but the premise is that you must confess to me whether you and Eric are aliens, and whether you come to Earth. the goal of."

"I'd rather..."

Clark said helplessly: "But Chloe, trust me, I don't know more than you."

"That's a shame, I thought this year's Pulitzer Prize would beckon me."

Chloe pretended to be depressed, which made Clark nervous again.

"Okay, back to the point, if Principal Guan was really set on fire on purpose, I think I have the biggest suspect."

Chloe put away the emotion of joking with Clark before, and said with a serious expression: "Principal Guan has always had a conflict with Coach Watt, and the two even quarreled about the cheating of the football team players. If Coach Watt did it, then It makes sense."

"I don't think Coach Watt is that kind of guy."

Clark frowned, "Chloe, you can't assume that the other side will do this kind of thing just because you've always been prejudiced against Coach Watt. It's unfair to Coach Watt."

Chapter 27 Chloe's Depressed Day

After Chloe and Clark separated.

"I do not know why?"

Chloe complained to Little Black Pete, "Since joining the football team, Clark has clearly distanced himself from us. He trusted his coach more than our friends."

"Chloe, didn't you say that as a friend, you should be good at guessing and reserve doubts?"

After waving to the classmates next to him, Pete said: "You are good at guessing, and Clark retains doubts about you. I think you are very tacit friends."

"OK, Pete, you did surprise me today. I thought you only remembered your football, women, and cartoons, but Nietzsche."

"Isn't this normal?"

Pete felt despised. "Like Chloe, you occasionally say the name of Arthur Parks, the laser man, to each other."

Chloe threw the coffee cup in his hand into the trash and asked, "Then do you know the second half of what Nietzsche said?"

"what?"

"The second half is: let speculation be your sympathy, but first you need to know if your friend needs sympathy for him!"

Chloe said unhappily: "My speculation just now, including the suspicion that Coach Watt is the murderer, is to keep Clark from being hurt. Of course, it's not a physical injury, but a mental one. But... .Clearly, Clark doesn't need my sympathy."

"It sounds like you're hurt, Chloe."

Pete and Chloe walked into the hallway together, and the two squeezed past the crowded lockers.

"Not hurt, just frustration with not being recognized."

Chloe said with the speed of a small steel gun: "Principal Guan wanted to investigate the cheating scandal, so the coach burned him to death in the car. He yelled at the players in the office before because someone betrayed him. , maybe that player told Principal Guan about the cheating question provided by the coach, so everything makes sense..."

"Hey-hey! Chloe, I have something to do. Let's talk in the afternoon."

Pete interrupted Chloe's gushing remarks, patted her on the shoulder, and ran directly to a black girl she just met.

"call......"

Looking at Pete's back, Chloe sighed dejectedly.

She was a little frustrated that even her friends didn't believe in herself.

The depressed Chloe was stunned for a while, and suddenly thought of a person.

Eric Kent!

......

Eric, who didn't know that he was thinking about him at all, at this time, his super line of sight penetrated many obstacles and was thrown into the principal's room.

In the principal's room, principal Morton was talking to a reporter about yesterday's traffic accident.

On Morton's desk was a heavy ceramic ashtray that he used to hold his pipe tobacco, and Eric's eyes could even see Rodin's "The Thinker" portrait on the ashtray.

"Mr. Morton, I'm sorry that this misfortune happened to Principal Guan."

The reporter first expressed his condolences to Principal Morton.

"Yes, it is such a misfortune!"

Principal Morton cleared his throat and said in a low voice: "As assistant principal, Guan Ping's main job is to formulate teaching plans and maintain school discipline. When teaching students, he always wants to create a lovely John Wayne ( Actor, known for playing the tough guy in Westerns and war movies) image, but his radiant smile always makes people play."

"Regarding Guan's traffic accident, I'm sorry, I can't give you the information you want. Maybe you should ask the police. They should know more than me."

In the face of Principal Morton's refusal, the reporter smiled and replied: "I have already talked to the police, so I want to talk to you now. The police said that the person who called the police was a student of Smallville High School, Eric Kent. , I remember that name."

"Eric Kent?"

Principal Morton's brows furrowed, and he stroked his sullen hair, "Let me think, he's Jonathan Kent's son, isn't he?"

"Indeed."

"When you've been in school for 30 years like me," Principal Morton said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth, "You see a child who looks familiar, and then you find out that his father was your first student. It's a feeling...really amazing."

"I want to interview Eric Kent, but before that, I need to know some information about him, Mr. Morton, can you provide me with his 'credits and evaluation file'?"

The reporter saw that the principal had been chatting nonsense, and directly put forward his own purpose.

"Credits and evaluation files?"

Morton pondered for a moment, "According to the regulations, student files will not be publicized, Mr. Chris."

The reporter, Chris, explained to the principal: "Although I am a journalist by profession, it does not mean that I will not keep secrets. Mr. Morton, I will not disclose any student information, just hope that before the interview, more Get to know Eric Kent."

Eric, who was using super vision to peep into the principal's office, became serious when he heard that the reporter wanted his credits and evaluation files.

The credits and evaluation files include not only personal information such as the student's name, parents, address, birthday, etc., but also the results of various ability assessments, as well as the evaluations of all teachers.

Reviewing the "Credit and Evaluation File" is one way to get a complete picture of a high school student.

This reporter... wants to investigate himself?

Which side's power?

for what purpose?

Eric's eyes turned cold for a moment.

This reporter... hides a lot of secrets!

And what he likes to do most is to find out those bugs that hide in the dark and have secrets.

The day's class ended quickly, and Eric packed his things in the locker after school.

"Hey Eric, can I talk to you?"

A female voice sounded from behind.

Looking back, it was Chloe of the Torch.

Facing Eric's icy expression, Chloe couldn't relax like she was in front of Clark. She coughed and said to Eric, "About Principal Guan."

"Master Guan?"

"I heard that at the scene of the accident, you called the police. I have some clues here. Maybe we can chat and exchange information. Maybe we can make new discoveries, and maybe we can identify the murderer who killed Principal Guan."

Chloe said expectantly.

"You got one thing wrong, Chloe."

"What... what?"

Eric's voice was somewhat indifferent, "I have no interest in who the murderer is, and I have no interest in the so-called detective game."

"but......"

Chloe said with some incomprehension: "If we can catch the murderer, we can prevent more people from being hurt."

"Sounds good, but that's none of my business."

After Eric said this, he turned around and left, leaving behind the reporter who was stunned.

He also has to investigate the dead reporter, so he doesn't have time to play detective games with Chloe.

Chapter 28 The Metropolis Owl

"Sour radish Bichi!"

Jonathan let out a curse, tightly covering the thumb of his left hand, showing a pained expression.

Eric was flipping through the newspaper in the living room. After hearing his father's voice, he put down the newspaper and rushed to his side in an instant.

In the barn, Jonathan covered his **** fingers and said helplessly to Eric: "An owl hid in the grain heap and pecked my finger when I wasn't paying attention."

"owl?"

Eric didn't know there was such a thing in the barn.

"There are more mice in the barn, and owls that feed on mice appear to hunt here, and it happens occasionally."

Jonathan explained to Eric.

Although Jonathan explained it as an accident, he was still unavoidable to be blamed by Martha.

"If you wear gloves, you won't get pecked by an owl."

"I don't think it's about the gloves."

Jonathan said while bandaging: "No matter how thick the glove is, an owl with a pointed beak may pierce it. But the appearance of owls is not a bad thing, at least half of the mice and bats in the barn have disappeared."

"You always have your reasons, Jonathan."

Martha, who was cleaning the kitchen sink, turned to her husband and said.

"Nature has its reasons, right? Eric."

The bandaged Jonathan winked at Eric.

Eric smiled and said nothing.

"Sometimes your father is so articulate, Eric."

After cleaning the sink, Martha came out of the kitchen and said to Eric, "The reason I moved from the Metropolis to Smallville was not for the brilliance, but because someone told me: We will never Make a lot of money or travel the world, but he will love me forever. Faced with this kind of rhetoric, I forgot to say no for a while.”

"Ugh......"

Jonathan pretended to sigh, "It seems that some people miss the scenery of the Metropolis."

"Well, sometimes it does..."

Listening to the bickering of the two parents, Eric's mouth was slightly upturned, and a smile appeared on his face.

"By the way, isn't Clark back yet?"

Martha suddenly mentioned her eldest son.

"He practiced football at school."

Jonathan spread his hands helplessly, "I now believe that he deliberately stayed on the team to avoid seeing me in order to avoid the embarrassing silence."

"Don't say that, Jonathan."

Seeing her husband's depression, Martha took his hand and comforted him: "Clarke will always understand your intentions."

"I hope so!"

Jonathan sighed helplessly.

......

After the dinner, the reporter that Eric locked with his super sight finally moved.

Eric, who had been waiting for his prey, stood up and stretched.