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

Henry, who was watched by Courtney, turned into dust in the streamer.

The only way to prove his existence also disappeared immediately.

Tears rolled down Kourtney's face, covering her mouth.

After a while, he turned around and looked at the place where Eric was, and found that the other party had disappeared.

In the sky, white mist continued to pour out.

......

Late at night, Martha tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep.

A lot of things that happened recently: Clark's runaway and wrongdoing, Lex's sudden departure, problems on the farm... These things are like shadows that keep clipping, tightly entangled in her heart.

Forced myself to sleep with my eyes closed, but couldn't fall asleep anyway.

After glancing at her husband next to her, she carefully got out of bed without waking her husband.

Standing by the window and looking out at the heavy fog, my mood is as cool as the foggy night.

While frowning and thinking about things, I suddenly heard a soft knocking sound of "Koukou" from downstairs.

Sounds like someone is knocking on the door!

With such weather and knocking on the door late at night, Martha's vigilance was immediately raised.

She quietly woke up her husband, "Jonathan, there is movement outside, as if someone is knocking on the door."

Jonathan was a light sleeper and woke up with a push from his wife.

When he heard his wife say there was a sound outside, he immediately put on his clothes, held a stick in his hand, and after letting Martha wait in the room, went downstairs to the living room.

The fog was rolling outside, and the night was filled with a strange breath.

Taking a deep breath, Jonathan walked to the door and looked out through the crack of the door.

It turned out that a girl was standing outside.

She is petite and doesn't look very old, like a junior high school student, with a weak and pitiful appearance.

After some hesitation, Jonathan finally opened the door.

Courtney, who was standing outside the door, was wiping away tears.

After losing the star staff, she couldn't go home, and now the fog was filled with fog outside, and she had no choice but to go to the farm to ask for shelter.

Although she knew this was Eric's house, she could only come and try to knock on the door in order not to spend the night in the haystack outside.

After the door opened, Courtney was stunned for a moment, looking at Jonathan in front of her, and quickly wiped the tears from her face and forced a smile.

"Hello, I'm Courtney Whiteman. I'm lost around here. Can I stay with you for one night? It's just one night. I'll leave as soon as the sun rises."

"Ah, okay... okay."

Jonathan looked at the girl in front of him and replied subconsciously.

After Kourtney was ushered in, Martha also came downstairs and cast her inquiring eyes on Jonathan.

Facing his wife's questioning eyes, Jonathan shook his head, indicating that he didn't know what was going on.

"So... Courtney, why are you here?"

When Martha came over, she stood beside her husband and asked her.

"I......"

Courtney, who hesitated for a moment, glanced upstairs.

She knew that Eric should be resting upstairs. She didn't know how to answer. After thinking about it, she said hesitantly, "I came out to relax, but it was foggy and I got lost."

"Um."

Jonathan nodded, "It's really foggy outside, where is your home, I'll take you back."

Saying that, he got up and walked to the drying rack, took off his coat, and prepared to send the other party back.

"blue......"

The "Blue Valley Town" in Courtney's mouth was about to blurt out, but she quickly covered her mouth.

If you directly say that you are from "Blue Valley Town" now, you will definitely arouse the suspicion of the other party.

So Courtney smiled at Jonathan, ready to fool her, "My parents aren't home, it's a bit far from here. Actually, I'm a guest in Smallville, and my aunt is here. My hometown is Blue Valley. , this is my student ID card."

As he said that, he took out the student ID card that he had been preparing in his pocket.

Taking the student ID card in Courtney's hand, Jonathan and Martha glanced at each other, and most of their doubts about each other's identity went away.

"Can I sleep here? I like soft sofas."

Courtney smiled and patted the sofa she was sitting on.

"certainly."

Jonathan nodded.

After a few chats with the other party, I went upstairs with my wife.

"I'll go get her a blanket."

Martha said to her husband: "It's weird to get lost in the fog, but I don't feel like the kid is a bad guy."

"Well, the student card shows that he is already a high school student, but he still feels a little immature child."

Jonathan nodded and replied to his wife.

The two felt the calm and natural breath from Courtney, so they let each other sleep downstairs with confidence.

The couple were talking, and just as they walked up the stairs, they saw Eric standing in front.

Eric glanced at Courtney, who was lying on the sofa, had already packed up, and fell asleep with his arms on his arm, and said to his parents, "Dad, Mom, you go to rest first, I'm here to watch her."

Eric really didn't expect the other party to knock on the door cheeky and quickly gain the trust of his parents.

But there is no idea of ​​driving the other party out.

After talking to his parents for a few words, Eric walked down the stairs and was about to give him a few words of warning, but he didn't expect Courtney to fall asleep with her arms on her back.

Shaking his head and glancing at the other party's tear-stained face, Eric walked up the stairs.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

After saying goodbye from Kent Farm, Courtney set out on her way home.

Although he really wanted to get the Star Staff from Eric, he immediately dismissed the idea after feeling the aura emanating from Eric at the breakfast table.

After returning to Blue Valley Town, he immediately learned from Pat that someone had been killed in the brainwave room.

"You haven't been home all night, Courtney!"

Pat grabbed Courtney so that Courtney's mother wouldn't see them in the kitchen.

"I've helped you cover up at your mother's, but I don't believe we'll have such good luck next time. You have to explain it to me."

"I will."

An anxious look appeared on Courtney's face, "Someone was killed in the brainwave ward, who did it?"

"I don't know, brain waves, or Henry? The deceased's death was bleeding from the nose and mouth, and the bones and muscles of the whole body were damaged to varying degrees. I think there should be no other reason than to use the power to explain. The police want to find Henry has some clues, but he's gone."

Pat explained to his daughter.

"Is that so?"

A look of frustration crossed Courtney's face.

Did Henry really kill someone?

Is it wrong to simply pull the other party back from the boundary between good and evil?

Frustrated, she walked to the hospital in a hurry and glanced at the brainwave ward separated by a glass curtain wall, with a confused look in her eyes.

Then he walked up to the third floor and confided his confusion to his friend Yolanda who was recuperating.

I didn't expect Yolanda to fry immediately!

Yolanda protested sternly to Courtney's attempt to recruit this scum who had spread out her photo and caused her social death, and said that Courtney was betraying herself!

Yolanda kicked her out of her ward after making the decision to draw a line with her.

Standing outside the ward, Courtney suddenly thought of what Eric said to herself—the best way, you should let him leave this world with a 'better soul' before he degenerates into a devil.

Are you really wrong?

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It's a good science fiction article with brain holes, everyone who likes it can be healthy.

Chapter 127 Break Batman's Small Ear

Gotham, Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne is carefully frying his steak.

When dealing with enemies and criminals, he has always maintained a rough manner, but when dealing with the steak in front of him, he has fallen into a state of gentleness.

"Master Bruce, you are in a good mood today."

Alfred gathered up Bruce's latest clothes, put them in the closet, and said to him.

"Yes, once I'm down, I try to distract myself and do something different from what I do all day. Like cooking food, or playing the piano, or going on a bike ride on the street."

"Well, this is indeed a means of decompression, but...Master, haven't you been exercising your body lately? High-load training requires a harsh diet, and I have hired a nutrition expert for you Made recipes and recipes and you didn't follow the usage?"

"Actually, I can't stand it."

Bruce stood up and faced the butler who was walking towards him, "We've all heard the saying - 'Batman' is never a picky eater, but there are two principles I have to abide by: 'Batman never eats fish' and 'Batman' Xia never eats pie', and the dietitian's recipes contain a bit more of these two types of things."

"Um......"

Alfred thought for a while and said, "These reasons sound very much in your style. But don't you like junk food the most? Burgers, cokes, fries, potato chips, if you don't have a job, put You throw it in the batcave, and you're going to hold these things for a day."

Alfred mercilessly debunked Bruce's sophistry.

"yes?"

Bruce continued without blushing and said: "It's just a way to supplement nutrition, junk food and coffee can quickly help me recover."

"But... I often see you, Master, watching satellite surveillance to observe the movements of criminals in Gotham while you are eating potato chips. It seems that you are passing your leisure time, which does not require much physical strength."

Alfred continued to joke with Bruce Wayne, who he had watched growing up.

"..."

Facing the butler's joke, Bruce was silent.

He thought it was better not to talk about food in front of Alfred.

Not only does Alfred supervise his healthy eating, but he also cooks British food for himself at every turn.

Especially a famous British dish made by Ah Fu - look up at the stars!

A group of dead fish was made into a dish, and they all looked up at the sky. This kind of cuisine seemed to be full of evil.

It feels more indescribable and terrifying than the dark existences in "Cthulhu" he watched!

As soon as I think of that dish, I feel an unpleasant wriggling in my appetite.

"Master, didn't you deal with a few strange people before? It seems that you have been getting along quite well recently."

Alfred changed the subject and asked him about the Wonder Woman trio.

"The current relationship is not a friend, and we all retain some doubts and temptations for both parties."

Bruce put the fried medium-rare steak on the plate, "If you meet a future friend, and he will swear that you will be friends you can trust in the future, you still have doubts about the future he said. "

Bruce's voice was a little low, "I remember my father often telling me when I was a child that the future is just a dream away. I am deeply suspicious of a future that is beyond recognition, where everything changes suddenly, and there is no shadow of the present. Just like this Gotham City..."

Speaking of the city outside, he turned his eyes, "If I wake up and see some Gotham that has changed on the outside, I will easily accept it. But if I wake up and see a completely different brother Tan, I would have doubts."

"I see what you mean, Master Bruce."

Alfred lowered his hands and nodded to Bruce, "Changes that are too far away will give people a sense of absurdity and unreality. But you still trust them, I can feel it, or you won't be able to do it these two days. They've been running around for each other, investigating the intelligence they want to get."