Chapter 69 Luther’s Experiment

"Son, what did you use on my body yesterday?"

At the dinner table in the morning, his father Jonathan was in high spirits and eating the sandwich made by Martha. He didn't look like he was in a coma due to high fever and was poisoned and on the verge of death yesterday.

In fact, his body has never felt better, and he seems to have endless strength, with a slightly confused look on his face.

"It's the Dionysian factor."

"What kind of Dionysus is this? Is it metal?"

Jonathan looked puzzled, wondering if there would be any problems in going through security on a plane in the future.

"almost."

Knowing people's common sense that metal should not be put into the mouth, David changed his explanation to a more acceptable one: "Actually, it's the same as herbal soup."

Although the Dionysian factor can make people immortal and bring people back to life, the appearance of father Jonathan has not changed much.

However, Lei Xiaogu, who has lived for more than seven hundred years and is immortal, also looks middle-aged. The clown with the purest Dionysian factor in the comics does not have the face of seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Maybe the Dionysian factor has no effect on the host's apparent age?"

"Herbal soup?"

Martha held the stone test tube in her hand and looked at the dark green liquid metal inside with a hesitant expression. When she got up in the morning, her son asked her to drink this, saying it was good for the body.

Even though she knew that her son could not harm her, drinking metal always made people hesitate. Besides, she was not ill and did not need to take medicine for the time being.

At the dinner table, Clark seemed a little worried. He drank the seafood soup made by his mother and said nothing.

Yesterday, he asked his younger brother and Kayla what they were talking about. His younger brother said it was nothing and didn't say anything more to him.

But he actually heard the general content of the conversation between the two.

"Segei? Destroy the world?"

David glanced at Clark, feeling that he seemed to have something on his mind.

Thinking of Rickman who was killed by him, could it be that when he returned home, Clark remembered that incident again and was still struggling?

Yesterday, Clark asked David about the content of his chat with Kayla. David thought he was asking casually, so he casually replied that it was nothing.

"Being regarded as the prophesied savior or something, and then having to say it yourself, it's hard to avoid making people feel ashamed."

And sooner or later Keira will realize the error of her tribe's prophecy, and then this matter will be over.

At the dinner table, after swallowing a mouthful of thick soup, David's eyes flashed and he sighed in his heart.

This was just a misunderstanding. I believe no one would like to be treated as a villain who would destroy the world in the future, so he didn't tell Clark about this completely meaningless thing that would only make people feel bad.

After dinner, on the way to school.

"David, where have you been since you didn't come to school these two days?"

Facing the curious inquiries from Chloe and Peter, David spread his hands.

"I went to Gotham because of family matters."

"Gotham?" Chloe looked at each other, obviously they had heard of this name.

"I heard that there are gangs all over there, so you have to be careful even when walking in the alleys during the day." Chloe thought of the previous rumors about Gotham, and resistance appeared on her face. She was interested in weird and weird things, but forget about gang robberies and the like. .

I heard that the security there is not as good as Smallville.

"It's probably a little better now than it was before."

David laughed.

Although the appearance of Batman cannot reverse the evil ecology of Gotham from top to bottom, it is at least somewhat effective.

Those criminals and gangsters will also be scared, and they will be frightened when Batman suddenly appears, severely wounded and thrown into prison.

"I heard that there was a masked vigilante called Batman?"

Peter remembered the news he saw not long ago.

"Batman..."

When the name was mentioned, Clark, who had been silent and looked at the scenery outside the window, pursed his lips.

When he went to Gotham yesterday, he was so anxious to find clues to save his father that he had no time to think about other things.

But what he saw in Gotham confused him.

"Bruce Wayne, the heir to the historic Wayne family in Gotham, has a net worth of hundreds of millions and does not have any superpowers. Faced with the corruption and darkness of the city and the safety of the lower-class citizens, he stands up to fight crime regardless of his own safety."

After a brief observation and contact, he was a little shocked by Bruce Wayne's character.

"There's no question, right now, that Batman is a hero.

But in this case, what role will I play in the future? "

Confusion flashed in Clark's eyes, and Batman was included in the image of Ms. Cassandra predicting the future for herself.

But he and he were on the opposite side, and Batman chose to side with David and help David deal with him.

Batman is good, but who is he in the future?

Thinking of Keira's words again, the tribal prophecy, the destruction of the world, the bad nature hidden in his bones... Clark swallowed.

Probably not?

"Could it be that if I keep an eye on David all day long to prevent him from turning evil, I will be the one who becomes evil and harms others in the future?"

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

"Clark?"

Seeing Clark shaking his head violently for no apparent reason, as if he was unwilling to accept it, David patted him and said.

"Don't tell me, are you still thinking about Rickman?"

"No, Rickman..."

Clark came to his senses and stopped talking.

In fact, regarding Rickman, he was inevitably angry at first, thinking that after his brother was lynched, he started killing people frequently, but...

"In the past two days, Chloe showed me a piece of news about Rickman."

Looking at Chloe and Pete on the other side of the bus, Clark lowered his voice.

A director of the Metropolitan Environmental Protection Center named Paul never accepts bribes, enforces the law like a mountain, and has been fighting against corrupt elements. He still rents a low-cost apartment in the Metropolitan City with his family.

"Supervisor Paul is a good man who truly has people's health at heart and deserves respect."

But after meeting Rickman one morning and asking him about the pollution problem at his factory, he inexplicably committed suicide by jumping off the building.

"The news included photos from the scene, photos of his wife and several years old children, lying in mourning and pain on the body covered with blood-stained white cloth."

The scene was so miserable that it made people cry. Clark's voice was deep and he knew exactly what was going on.

"Rickman used his abilities to kill a respectable good man and ruin a happy family..."

And this is not the first time Rickman has done this. He has appeared in the news of many people committing suicide in the past.

Clark still had reservations about the lynching of his brother David, but no longer believed that Rickman was innocent and that the crime was not worthy of death.

"Next time you visit a stranger's house, look at the soles of your shoes."

Clark just let this matter go. He was not interested in discussing a dead person with Clark anymore. David just reminded him lightly at the end.

"Sole?"

Clark wondered why he suddenly mentioned this.

Peter on the other side suddenly came over.

"Hey, did you hear that?

Today's lesson. "

"What happened to the course?" The two of them wondered, is there anything different?

Looking around, Peter lowered his voice slightly obscenely.

"Didn't you read the class schedule?

There is a new female biology teacher in the school. She is mature and beautiful. Today’s class is about teaching people about gender. I heard that some videos will be shown in the class. You know..."

He glanced at the two.

"Pete, can you stop acting like a baboon in heat?"

Chloe, who is proficient in Internet technology, looked disgusted.

"And you."

"I don't understand, I don't understand."

Clark coughed, his face turned red and he quickly expressed his understanding.

David's eyes drifted to the window, pretending not to recognize him.

…

"Come in."

There was a knock on the heavy wooden door, and Luther, who was handling official business, spoke up.

His new bodyguard captain opened the door and brought the person he wanted to see.

"Manager Ke Luo, Mr. Luther is waiting for you inside." A tall, muscular man wearing a black suit and sunglasses opened the door. He seemed to have encountered something happy today, with a smile on his lips, which could not hide his good mood.

It's just that at work, he is also affected by emotions outside of work. It is difficult to say whether such a person is a qualified bodyguard, let alone a bodyguard captain.

"I hope I didn't interrupt your work."

Luther leaned back slightly on the comfortable boss's chair and stretched out his hand: "Please sit down, Mr. Corot."

"Thank you, Mr. Luther." A middle-aged man with an honest face was surprised by the luxurious facilities of the castle. He walked carefully as if he was afraid of breaking something. He grabbed the hem of his suit and sat down solemnly in front of his boss. Down.

Glancing at the new bodyguard captain who lowered his head and closed the door, a mysterious smile flashed across Luther's lips.