The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

In the hallway of the manor, Lex walked through the darkness alone, holding a toolbox in his hand, which he just found out from the warehouse downstairs. He knew that Lionel's body could not be left alone. Left in the bathroom, he had to dispose of the body.

Going up the stairs, and then walking through a short corridor, ignoring the occasional gunshots and screams from the crowd downstairs, he walked all the way to the original reception room. Now, only the charred walls and Scattered glass.

Lex frowned. He still had a question that he hadn't solved. Since Clark was born with abilities beyond ordinary people, why did he appear very weak when he first appeared?

While thinking about this question, he walked into the bathroom. He had dragged Lionel's body in before, and now he was leaning against the toilet. The old man, after death, is no different from other people.

Lex squatted down, looked at Lionel's face, and felt the pain from the wound on his body. He lifted the clothes behind him, and as soon as his fingers touched the muscles in his lower back, he felt a faint pain .

Lionel has been beating Lex all the time, whenever his business is not going well, or when someone provokes him, he will grab something next to him and beat Lex, until today, Leonel After facing Schiller again, he still couldn't get angry, and still left some scars on Lex's back.

Lex murmured to himself in a low voice: You know what? The most difficult thing is not to pretend to be stupid, but to make a painful expression when you do it...

Actually, I don't have any pain. The magic liquid seems to reduce my pain sensation and improve my self-healing ability.

While talking to himself, Lex picked up the saw from the toolbox and started working on Lionel's body.

When he just took off one arm, suddenly, the phone in the reception room rang, Lex frowned, and looked out of the bathroom door.

He dropped the saw, stood up, ignored the blood stained on his trouser legs, and came to the reception room. He found that the wall-mounted telephone on the wall was still unaffected, and it was continuously ringing sharply.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the phone and put it next to his ear, and heard a snicker from the other side, a voice that made him feel strange appeared on the other end of the phone, and he heard the other party say:

Hello, Lex Luthor, I'm a comedian, have you ever seen a comedy?

Who are you? Why do you know I'm here?

It doesn't matter, Lex, don't worry about the minutiae, it's like this, I'm a clown who just moved from Gotham, and in order to make a name for my comedy show, I put the location of the first tour It's fixed here, do you want to buy a ticket?

No. Lex denied, and was about to hang up the phone, but just as he made this gesture, he heard the other side of the phone say:

Then it seems that you want to participate in the show. It just so happens that a great comedy always needs a few supporting roles.

Also, do you know where I am now? Look down, look down, ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Lex instinctively glanced at the floor with his eyes, and followed his gaze, passing through the layers of floors and ceilings, all the way down, and then down, until he came to the underground of the mayor's mansion.

This is a monitoring room that is completely different from the old-fashioned manor style. Many advanced electronic devices flicker with cold light, moving forward along the reflection of the light on the floor. Walls, densely packed screens.

In the room surrounded by screens, there is a chair, the chair is turned around, and a man in a dark long suit with clown makeup on his face is showing a crazy smile.

He put one leg on the other, holding the phone in his hand, and said to the other side: Really, it's much cooler here than on the ground. I will prepare for the next performance here quietly. When I need I'll call you back when you play.

A series of crazy laughter came from the phone, Lex held the phone in front of himself, and frowned deeply.

Someone has already gone to the underground of the manor in advance? Lex wondered, this is wrong, where did this self-proclaimed comedian get this information? How did you find the entrance? How do you get in without a key?

After thinking for a while, he put the phone to his ear again, and then dialed a number. After the other party connected, he said, Hello? Bruce?

Bruce's voice was a little panting, it sounded like he had just been exercising, and his voice was low, as if he was avoiding someone's search, he said, What's the matter?

Do you remember any comedians on the list of people who attended the banquet?

Bruce also frowned, he had a bad premonition, and then he heard Lex say: I received a call just now, a comedian who claimed to be a clown seemed to have entered the underground of the manor in advance , I suspect that there may be some kind of monitoring equipment in there that can see our situation.

He may have found the door leading to the underground and has already gone in. If you still want that treasure, you'd better act fast.

Bruce's mind was completely out of the treasure now. He turned his head and glanced outside the door. The agent hadn't chased him yet, so he said quickly, Are you sure he calls himself a clown?

That's right, he said he was going to hold a comedy show here. When he was talking, he kept snickering, like a mental patient who couldn't control himself. Before hanging up the phone, he laughed wildly, sharply. The laughter made my eardrums hurt...

Listen... Bruce's tone suddenly sank, and he said, Although I don't know why he is here, I must remind you that he is the most dangerous lunatic in the world.

If he calls you again, don't listen to his demagogy, don't think about his logic, and don't ask him why...

Lex's complexion also gradually became serious. Although he and Bruce had known each other for a short time, he also admitted that the person opposite had the same wisdom as him.

He also knows that Bruce, who pretends to be a playboy on the outside, is actually a serious and unsmiling person who doesn't make jokes easily. When he says something in a serious tone, it means that the seriousness of the matter may be serious. Beyond anyone's expectations.

Sounds like you know him, but don't tell me he's a madman in Gotham.

No……

When Bruce denied this, Lex was relieved. In the two years he had been sane, he had heard other people talk about Gotham. A criminal placed in other cities is the deadliest killer.

But soon, Bruce's cold voice came:

Compared to him, no one else in Gotham can be considered crazy.

These words were colder than the blizzard outside the window. When the cold wind hit the glass, it was like a classical symphony. This sound echoed in the corridor, with a weird and terrifying atmosphere.

Clark walked back to his room quickly. He didn't feel cold, but felt a little angry. The group of agents didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, they just kept shooting at him. He never saw Such a person.

He took a deep breath, walked over to the bed and picked up the pillow, then threw it on the bed again, puffing through his nose, like all small town teenagers on the East Coast, when Clark was angry, he just wanted to leave The family went to stay in the barn, or to walk in the wheat field.

He stood up again and walked to the window. The sunlight reflected by the snow landed on the extremely high-powered light bulb, making people unable to open their eyes. Obviously, there was no barn, no wheat field, and no one who would go to a barn. Or look for his parents in the wheat field.

Clark began to feel homesick again.

During the time he came to the metropolis to study in university, he encountered many problems that young people in small towns would encounter. He did not know many things and rules he was not familiar with, and he was ridiculed because of this.

The new world outside is not as exciting as he imagined, or in other words, the price he has to pay is much greater than he imagined.

He couldn't wait to go home and talk about these troubles with his parents, but he was drawn into another vortex that he was completely unfamiliar with, and he didn't know how to get out.

Clark's mind was in a mess. He stood by the window for a while, then turned and left. He wanted to go upstairs to talk to the professor. He thought it might make him feel better, but when he thought about what Schiller said earlier, Yes, he didn't even get two hours of sleep that night, and Clark felt that it was impolite for him to disturb him like this.

But he was eager to find someone to talk to, so he thought, it would be good to go to Lex, maybe he could continue to chat with him about the topic that he hadn't finished talking about before.

But at this moment, with a bang, the door was knocked open, and several agents rushed in, pointed their guns at Clark, and Clark instinctively took two steps back. He found that these agents were the same as him before. The group of people who fought.

What are you going to do?! You...

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Several pistols fired at the same time, and the bullets poured towards Clark, and the expression on Clark's face became even more angry.

He stretched out his hand, and all the bullets hovered in mid-air. Then, afterimages that were so fast that they could not be seen clearly flew past the suspended bullets. With a bang, the gun in the front agent's hand was blown away. out.

Bang! Oh—

There was a loud bang, followed by an exclamation, and the lead agent was thrown onto the bed by Clark.

The agent standing at the door raised his gun again and wanted to shoot. Clark grabbed a desk lamp and threw it over, knocking him down directly. The last agent was knocked down by his elbow.

Clark took a few breaths, not because he was tired, but because he was angry. He didn't understand why this group of people would target him like this.

From the very beginning, his purpose was to put out the fire, and he successfully extinguished the fire. In the process, he didn't offend anyone, but the group of people shot when they saw him.

Just thinking of this, Clark had a thought. He turned his head and stretched out his arms to block the agent who attacked again. The agent who was thrown on the bed by him before did not pass out, but waited for an opportunity to sneak attack.

Clark was really angry. Just as he was about to punch, suddenly, a sense of dizziness came over him, making him in a trance. Immediately afterwards, the weakness spread. Clark covered his chest and coughed twice, then fell down weakly. go down.

He felt as if something was interfering with him, making the scope of his biological position extremely small, and his strength was also weakened. More importantly, he lost this feeling of full power, which made him very uncomfortable. Unable to adjust your body in between.

The agent was also taken aback when he saw Clark falling down suddenly, but soon he realized that he turned around and walked towards the other side of the room, trying to retrieve the pistol that Clark had shot flying. Clark stood up hard. I got up and wanted to stop him, but my body didn't listen.

Just when the agent walked over with the gun, Clark could only cough dryly on the spot, but at this moment, a figure passed by him, making a few bang bang bang, and he saw that between his fists folded, The agent's gun was sent flying again.

In a trance, Clark saw that the figure crouched down to check his condition, and then he saw Bruce's face.