The sky is gradually getting brighter, but the snowstorm has not passed yet. When the light of dawn shines through the vast snow and shines on the messy reception room, it does not bring real light to the place. On the contrary, it is more disappointing than the pitch-black night.
People feel cold.
When Lex walked in, his face was a little pale, expressionless, and thin. He looked like an evil ghost walking out of the snow. Clark's fingertips trembled, revealing that he was not calm.
Feeling.
But soon, more anger overwhelmed him, and he stared into Lex's eyes and asked, "Did you kill him?"
Seeing Lex's denial, Clark's tone was full of anger: "The blood on your trousers is his, I can see it."
The weak expression that Lex pretended gradually dissipated and turned into a mockery. When he spoke, his voice was colder than the wind and snow outside the window.
"Are you using your super power? You can even tell whose blood it is. I'm really curious, what else can this super power do? Can you use it to count the bugs in the fields when you plow the fields like a stupid cow?"
Even Lex himself didn't realize that there was actually a kind of fear hidden behind his sharp words.
Opposite him, Clark stood in front of the bathroom door, with the shadow in the corner covering his body. In Lex's field of vision, he looked like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.
At this moment, Lex discovered that he felt extremely disgusted with this kind of person with unknown power. The anger bursting in his heart still came from fear, the instinctive fear of the creature standing at the top of the food chain.
Out of this fear, he instinctively refused to communicate with Clark. He said: "What I did has nothing to do with you, so mind your own business."
Seeing his attitude, Clark became a little angry. The tragic sight of Onel's body had a great impact on him. The environment he lived in the small town was very simple. He had never seen a corpse, let alone
I have never seen such a bloody murder scene.
He took a step forward, forcing Lex to take a step back. Clark said in a low tone: "Luthor, killing is illegal! And he is your biological father! Isn't he?"
Lex made a disdainful sound from his nose and said, "I know you are the kind of person who believes in the law, but I am not, and I don't want to explain to you."
After saying that, he turned around, and Clark walked over quickly, took his arm, and said in a deep voice: "I can't let you go unless you promise me that you will never hurt anyone else again..."
"Promise?!" Lex raised his voice. He shook off Clark's arm, turned to look at him and said, "Since you never trust me, why should I promise you?"
Before Clark could defend himself, Lex glanced at the bathroom door, then looked at Clark and said, "If I remember correctly, our plan was for the three of us to investigate the door leading to the underground, so why did you show up?"
it's here?"
"You want to investigate me and catch me, Clark. Your hypocritical saintly appearance makes me sick."
Lex took a step back, stood by the door, looked at Clark and said, "You pretended to be a good guy and persuaded me to cooperate with Wayne, but now, what are you doing? You are executing our plan.
?"
"Or, you are just a hypocritical liar. You want us to work for you, while you are secretly investigating us and trying to catch us."
"I never thought about it that way." Clark said helplessly.
"But you did this." Lex didn't realize that his tone was a little trembling.
Now, Clark was too close to him. Although the two were still at least two meters apart, Lex could already feel the suffocating pressure. He had seen Clark in battle. He was very sure that if
If Clark wants to take action, he will die in less than a second.
When humans face ferocious beasts that can kill them, the fear is engraved in their instincts. Clark's various abilities show that not only is he not an ordinary person, he may not even be human.
Lex didn't know what Clark was thinking, didn't know when he would take action, didn't know when he would kill him, he only knew that Clark only needed one thought and he would be dead.
No one could remain calm in this kind of emotion. Lex's chest was heaving violently. He kept retreating, trying to escape, but he didn't have the courage to leave his back to Clark.
Seeing that Lex had no intention of communicating at all, Clark took a deep breath and walked towards Lex. As the distance between the two kept getting closer, instinctive fear engulfed Lex, and he turned around and wanted to run away.
.
In an instant, Clark grabbed him. At this time, Clark did not want to attack Lex. He just wanted to prevent him from leaving. He hoped that the two of them could have a good talk and resolve this misunderstanding.
Until now, Clark still felt that Lex might not have done it on purpose. After all, he trusted Lex more than the mysterious phone call from whom he had dealt with.
Clarks had completely collapsed. The moment Clark grabbed him, he felt like a caught bug. This stronger and more powerful hand was approaching him like the god of death, and he even
Unable to even flap its wings briefly, it could only wait for death on the spot.
He began to want to do something to cover up this fear, so he raised his voice and said quickly: "I killed him! And I cut him into pieces with my own hands. That's what I'm going to do! You want to
What to do? Kill me?"
"I've said it before, Clark, your powerful ability makes you immune to the harm done to you by most ordinary people. Therefore, of course you can pretend to be tolerant and be a kind person!"
"But if you want to use this ability to judge me, or even kill me, there is no difference between you and me, you monster!"
Lex's tone was very fierce. The moment Clark heard that he admitted that he had killed the person, he felt extremely angry. Not only because of the tragic conditions at the murder scene, he really didn't understand how someone could do this.
After such a cruel thing happened, he still showed no remorse.
Lex was about to retreat again, but Clark stepped forward, raised his arm, and hit Lex on the neck, knocking him unconscious.
Clark stood there and took a few breaths. He didn't know why, but there was a strong emotion surging in his chest, because he could clearly see the fear in Lex's eyes the moment he took action.
He must be afraid that his crime will be exposed, Clark convinced himself, but another voice in his heart told him that he was actually afraid of you and your powerful power.
He sees you as a monster rather than one of his own kind. He sees you as incapable of communication and is just terrified of you.
This made Clark feel very bad, as if he had really turned into a beast hiding among the crowd, only using his powerful power to attack humans wantonly.
Just when he bent down and wanted to carry Lex back to the guest room, suddenly, a severe feeling of weakness attacked him again. Clark took two deep breaths and half-knelt down.
In the past few times, as long as he temporarily relaxed his body, took a deep breath and rested for a while, this feeling would fade away, but this time, Clark stood there and panted for a long time, and the feeling became more and more intense.
Suddenly, he felt a black shadow appear above his head. He looked up and saw a man in a long suit standing in front of him. Looking up, he saw a special container in his pale hand. , there is a stone emitting green light inside.
Clark tried his best to look up, and a face with a crazy smile appeared in his field of vision. As expected, a series of crazy laughter came from above his head.
The lid of the container was opened, and the green stone was thrown directly on Clark. Clark let out a painful groan, could barely support his body, and fell to the ground.
Suddenly, a strange face with clown makeup appeared in front of Clark's eyes. The clown leaned his head over and even reached out to pat Clark's face, giving him a big smile.
The clown reached out, picked up the green stone, shook it in front of Clark's eyes, then raised his arm high and smashed it down hard.
"Well!
!
"
Clark let out a low scream. The moment the green stone touched his skin, he felt a severe burning pain. What made him even more uncomfortable was that the feeling of weakness became stronger and stronger, making him dizzy and nauseated. He had never experienced this feeling.
Suddenly, he felt that some liquid covered his eyes and stuck to his eyelashes, making it difficult for him to open his eyes.
The smell of blood came from a place very close to him. He stretched out his hand hard and touched his forehead. Pain came. Clark put his fingertips in front of his eyes. He saw that his hands were covered with blood. Thick blood.
Is he bleeding?
Clark's breathing became more and more rapid. He felt an emotion he had never experienced before. He thought it might be fear. This was the first time since he was born that he was injured and bleeding.
His vision was blurred by the blood. Through the feet wearing leather shoes, Clark could see Lex lying on the ground. The blood on the back of his neck had dried up and turned into black scabs.
The smell of blood that kept pouring into his nostrils kept reminding Clark that ordinary people would be in pain when they were injured.
But at this time, the figure in a long suit walked up to Lex. He squatted on the ground and poked Lex's arm with his fingers.
Lex's body was not strong to begin with. After being knocked unconscious, he did not wake up so quickly, so he did not react at all. However, the lunatic wearing clown makeup smiled and said to himself:
"Oh, look at this poor little man, Lex Luthor. He was abused by his father for a long time, leaving injuries all over his body..."
As he said that, the Joker lifted up the clothes on Lex Luthor's back with his hands. Clark's eyes widened because he saw dense scars on Lex's back.
Down.
Clark pounded the floor hard with his hand. He struggled hard to get up, but the green stone was too close to him. As soon as his upper body straightened a little, he fell to the ground again.
"How hard he worked for revenge. After waiting for so long, he finally waited for an opportunity to kill that damn pervert and avenge his mother and himself..."
"He succeeded... he succeeded!" The clown pouted and nodded, as if to express his affirmation, but soon he started laughing again, and then said:
"But he is a lame and outdated screenwriter. No one likes to watch such revenge dramas. People hope that every show can have a humorous ending!"
As he said that, the clown stood up unsteadily, looked at Clark from above, and said, "It doesn't matter if he can't do it, I can help him."