MTL - As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland-Chapter 18

"Especially in this "Shadow of Innsmouth", which mentioned a kind of mermaid - the deep diver of the trench country, I searched on the Internet, and some people said that they had seen such a creature... ."

"Lana!"

Aunt Neel, who felt that Lana's mental state was not quite right at this time, stopped her from speaking.

"This kind of thing...isn't right for you right now."

Neel glanced at the drawing in her hand that couldn't tell the color of the night and was marked "Arkham", and said to Lana: "These dark, crazy and irrational articles and paintings are like abyss, If you stare for too long, you will be watched by the abyss. Lana, you are not at your age to read this kind of article."

"Is it like the investigator mentioned here? The pursuit of the truth has a tragic end. The closer you get to the truth, the easier it is to lose your mind and go crazy."

Lana wasn't as obsessed and crazy as Neel thought, instead she was calm.

"Auntie Neel... Remember the diary you showed me before? It was a diary she wrote in high school when she was the same age as me. During the summer vacation, my mother and her classmates formed an expedition team. , to find the goatmen in Louisville, despite the closure of the North Fork Railroad and they ended up getting nowhere .

"Maybe, I inherited part of my mother's curiosity."

Lana smiled at Aunt Nell, "But obviously I'm the type of person who prefers to put curiosity in books rather than actions, so Aunt Neal, you don't have to worry about me investigating on a whim. These exist."

"You're always very sensible, Lana."

Aunt Neel reached out and stroked Lana's hair with relief.

"By the way, Aunt Neel, don't you know someone from Metropolitan Press? Could you try to contact them? Maybe Eric's stuff can be published."

Lana was soon planning to publish again.

"Well......"

Neil hesitated for a moment, "The art of these words and illustrations is not low, and maybe there is a chance to be published. However, don't hold too much expectations, I'm just asking for you."

"certainly."

Lana took Aunt Neal's arm with a smile on her face, "I knew that Aunt Neal would definitely help me."

......

That night.

Dinner at the Kents was especially solemn tonight.

Eric still tasted the delicious soup with a calm expression.

A thick soup composed of shucked oyster meat, flour, diced potatoes, onions, and pepper, unexpectedly and his taste.

Clark lowered his head and quietly ate the fried onion rings in front of him.

"I saw you play, Clark."

Jonathan stood up, brought the empty plate to the kitchen, and said to Clark casually:

"You can easily hurt those ordinary people. This kind of power beyond ordinary people can easily get out of control for you."

Clark raised his head and retorted to his father: "The point is, I don't! Why do we keep having this pointless conversation?"

"Because it is necessary!"

"I think you don't trust me."

Clark said without giving an inch.

After drinking the thick soup, Eric listened to the quarrel between the two, and he continued to deal with the fried shrimp in front of him without any hesitation.

He was used to Clark's arguments with his father.

But for some reason, the quarrel between the two soon involved him.

"Eric just rejected Coach Watt. There's nothing wrong with you, Clark."

Jonathan brings up Eric's rejection of Coach Watt's football team.

"In fact, it was Coach Watt who couldn't tolerate me never participating in the team's practice."

Eric put down the fried shrimp and said indifferently.

He was invited by Coach Watt to join the football team when he was just getting into Smallville High School.

It's just that rugby has become a non-challenging existence for him, so he put forward the condition of "not participating in practice".

The result, of course, was a rejection by Coach Watt.

Eric's vicious tongue silenced both Clark and Jonathan.

"Jingle Bell!"

As the living room fell into an eerie silence, the phone rang.

With a sigh of relief, Jonathan answered the phone to escape the embarrassing silence.

After a few words with the person on the other end, hang up the phone.

"Looks like I'm busy tonight."

Jonathan picked up the clothes from the hanger. "Old Harris broke his finger because of the poor operation. His tractor is parked 30 miles away from his farm. I have to help him drive the tractor back."

"Let Eric drive you."

Martha looked worriedly at the gloomy sky outside, took out the car key from the drawer and handed it to Eric, "The probability of rain tonight is not small, remember not to be too late."

"Well, it depends on how tricky things are."

Jonathan put on his coat and smiled at Martha.

After the father and son came out, Eric started the old Ford and drove his father to Harris Farm.

"call......!"

Jonathan sat in the co-pilot, let out a sigh of relief, and said to Eric: "Your mother must be comforting Clark at home now as a peacemaker. Sometimes, she will stand on Clark's front to oppose me."

Eric estimated that his father's "full of grievances" had been held back for a long time, and while driving the car, he said casually: "Men and women have different distributions of reason and emotion, and they have different views on the same thing, naturally is normal."

"Well, Martha called me rude and then told Clark that he had to be prepared to accept his own mistakes, which was more of a muddled approach."

Jonathan's words have not been finished yet, and the sudden change has occurred!

Eric's eyes suddenly became sharp, and when Jonathan didn't react, he slammed on the brakes and turned the steering wheel to the left.

"squeak!"

The car made a loud screeching noise on the road, and moved sideways to the left of the road in a rapid drift.

With super responsiveness and learning ability, he has experience in car driving comparable to a twenty-year-old driver.

The body of the old Ford car has not completely drifted to the left side of the road, and a dazzling galloping fire is coming towards the middle of the road!

The rushing flame appears to be a burning car!

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There was thick smoke inside the body, and the Toyota Corolla, whose flames were scurrying everywhere, rushed towards the car driven by Eric like a runaway mustang.

Inside the smoke billowing car, Eric even saw the wailing driver covered in fire.

Although Eric braked suddenly to dodge, but under the frantic acceleration of the burning and irrational driver, it is very likely that the car could not escape the collision of the other party.

The moment when the car is controlled to drift, although it is only a moment of electric light and flint, but under Eric's super sensory perception, the surrounding time becomes abnormally slow, and everything seems to be pressed the slow release button.

Under the harsh screeching sound of the car tires and the ground, Eric opened the door, and his heat vision started!

"Zi!"

The invisible heat sight, which carries enormous energy, hits the tires of the runaway Toyota Corolla in an instant.

With a loud bang, the tire melted by the heat sight exploded.

The burning Corolla suffered a puncture while driving at high speed, and eventually lost control completely and slammed into the roadside guardrail.

With a "bang" sound, the guardrail was smashed into pieces, and the car was completely shut down.

In less than a second, Eric completed the act of opening the door, starting the heat vision, closing the door, and controlling the car to safely drift to the side of the road. It was so fast that Jonathan couldn't see what was going on.

"call......!"

In the sound of "beep beep boo", Jonathan panted nervously.

Before he could react just now, Eric's extreme drift nearly caused his heart to stop.

Thank goodness I fastened my seat belt.

Taking a deep breath, Jonathan glanced at the burning car not far away, then turned to Eric and asked nervously, "Are you okay, Eric?"

"I'm fine, Dad."

Eric unfastened his seat belt, said calmly, and glanced at the car that hit the guardrail.

The driver inside has been completely swallowed by the flames, and the dead can no longer die.

If you didn't choose to use the heat sight to burst the other party's tire just now, the other party may still have a glimmer of hope of survival.

but......

Sorry, I don't have the awareness to take a little risk for strangers.

"There is a fire extinguisher in the trunk of the car. I'll go put out the fire. Eric, you can call 911."

Unbuckling the seat belt, Jonathan said to Eric as he looked at the burning Toyota.

The burning car still has the risk of explosion, and such a large fire extinguisher is simply a drop in the bucket. Of course, Eric will not let his father take this risk.

After stopping his father's actions, he called the fire department and waited for firefighters to fight the fire and perform the duties of an ordinary citizen.

After some tossing, the two returned to the farm after eleven o'clock in the evening.

"Jonathan, why did you come back so late?"

Martha didn't sleep. She had been waiting for her husband and young son in the living room. When she saw the two come in, she immediately greeted them.

"Something happened on the way."

Jonathan took off his coat, sat down on the sofa a little tired, and told his wife that he was almost hit by an out-of-control car in the middle.

"My God!"

Martha covered her mouth in surprise, her face turned pale with fright when she thought of the consequences that Eric might not have avoided.

He got up and pulled Eric to his side. After confirming that he was safe and sound, he asked her husband, "Has the driver's identity been found out? Are those beasts, or are they drunk driving?"

Jonathan hesitated for a moment and said to Martha, "It's Vice Principal Guan of Clark and Eric School."

"Vice-principal Guan?"

Martha was stunned when she heard her husband say the driver's name.

"Well, but the police can't be completely sure. After all, the burned remains are somewhat unrecognizable."

Jonathan said in a slightly heavy tone: "The police temporarily identified the deceased as Principal Guan based on the car model and license plate number."

"It's really sad news, I spoke to Principal Guan, he's a very nice guy."

Martha was a little sad.

Vice Principal Kwan is a recently transferred teacher at Smallville High School. Although he is Chinese, his teaching and management style is loved by the board of directors and the parents of the students.

"Although I don't know what happened, I believe the police will investigate the truth."

Jonathan held his wife's hand and whispered comfortingly.

On the other side, Eric, who had been silent on the sofa, was lost in thought.

According to what I have observed, the flame is burning from the inside of the car, indicating that the fire is not caused by the failure of the car itself.

In other words, Vice President Guan was killed by malicious arson?

Arsonists?

And most likely the arsonist at Smallville High School? !

Things...maybe a little bit more complicated!

Eric stood up and looked out the dark window.

The night wind and raindrops beat the window together, and the heavy rain that had been brewing overnight finally fell from the sky!

......

"So, Clark, are you telling me that Eric can lift a school bus full of water from the bottom of a river, but can't pull a person out of a burning car?"

Chloe asked Clark in a very suspicious tone.