Chapter 10: Confession

"Now behind the reporter is the Metropolitan Underground Shopping Mall where the incident occurred. The crisis has been dealt with-thanks to the unparalleled efficiency of the relevant departments. According to the source, the incident was an explosion caused by a gas leak. The details are official. It has not been revealed, but all the trapped citizens have been rescued..."

Jay was sitting on his sofa, watching the beautiful reporter on the TV, without changing his face and heartbeat, broadcasting this long string of news that was not credible except for the words "an accident in an underground mall". Can not help but sincerely admire the psychological quality of today's media workers.

But he is almost used to it. Since the establishment of the world federal government, bullshitting has become a new job for the media. Although opposition has always existed, it is clear that after the apocalyptic catastrophe, people's unprecedented thirst for life has overwhelmed others. Most people finally accepted all the needs of

Unsurprisingly, the news of the underground mall accident did not mention the least bit of the half-and-two mad monsters. When Jay was looking bored at the follow-up reports that lack nutrition, Mrs. Reynolds's voice came from the study. Came out.

"Jay! Come here," she shouted.

"Okay, go over now."

Jay put down the remote control, got up and walked into the study. The Reynolds couple were sitting on the sofa in the study, with a chair in front of it, which seemed to be prepared for Jay. This made him involuntarily think of the structure of the interrogation room where the suspect was interrogated in the movie, and he couldn't help but whisper in his heart.

But this conversation was also in his expectation-considering what they had just experienced. He had made up several reasons for his behavior of returning to the underground mall alone at the time, and when he pulled the chair away and sat down, he was thinking about which one to use.

After the Reynolds and his wife looked at each other, Mr. Reynolds took the lead to speak: "Jay, we...we know."

"Know?" Jay was taken aback, "Know what?"

"About... about you being different." Mr. Reynolds touched his nose, as if he felt that the topic was a little difficult to expand, "and your mother and I are very grateful-we know it is thanks to you, The two of us were unscathed."

Jay was startled. He did think about the possibility of his abilities being discovered by his parents, but he never expected that this conversation would take place in such a weird atmosphere. He felt that his ass couldn't sit still, and he couldn't help asking: "Are you sure what you said'different' is the same as I thought? Because you two don't seem to have that shocking reaction. ."

The Reynolds and his wife looked at each other again, and then Mrs. Reynolds spoke. She said, "That's because we found out a long time ago."

"I found it a long time ago?" Jay was a little surprised. He still feels that he has done a good job of confidentiality. He can't help but feel a little frustrated when he hears this, "When?"

"Just bring you back from the orphanage for about a year and a half," said Mrs. Reynolds. "To be honest, you can hide it for so long. It's pretty amazing. You'll be surprised how difficult it is for a child to hide secrets from parents."

Jay was a little disappointed, and said, "Well, why didn't you say it? Or tell any relevant organization? You...are you not afraid?"

Mrs. Reynolds smiled slightly: "What silly thing to say. You are our son. Nothing can change this."

"And we chose to believe in you." Mr. Reynolds also said, "Your mother and I are both native metropolitan people. We saw Superman appear in this city with our own eyes. No one understands that better than the metropolitan locals. What does the's' mean here. He disappeared six years ago, and you appeared right after that, possessing the same extraordinary abilities as him. We all want to believe that your appearance has a special meaning."

Jay pointed to himself incredulously: "You mean, wish I could succeed him? Superman?"

"We don't want you to do anything, Jay." Mrs. Reynolds said. "We just think that maybe you appeared at this time as a deliberate arrangement."

Mr. Reynolds said: "Your mother and I want you to be what you want. As parents, we can't be more satisfied. But in the underground mall, when you told us that we had to do something, we guessed it. You may want to help people and use your own abilities to make a difference. At that time, we all saw the heart of a rapidly growing hero, and we were all very pleased."

Jay pondered for a while, and said, "I did it just because I was capable. I just didn't think I could just walk away like that."

Mr. Reynolds smiled: "The so-called hero is just that simple, child. I was very similar when I was young. Whenever I see something wrong, I feel that it is my responsibility to expose it. For this I challenge I have experienced many powerful and dangerous moments. But look, I think it's very glorious in retrospect. I cut every article I've written and saved it. For me, they are proof of me. Medal for lifetime achievement."

Jay smiled and said, "I remember, I saw them."

"That was a thing of the past." Mrs. Reynolds muttered. "What did you mention about it so many years ago? Look at what those reports in your hand have written all these years? Pet grooming? Tips for life? "

Mr. Reynolds seemed to be poked into a sore spot, only sighed, but did not refute.

"Um...I am very grateful for your enlightenment on me, I am indeed grateful." Jay said, "But I really don't think I can be like Superman.

Mrs. Reynolds smiled slightly, stretched out her hand and gently stroked his head, and said: "It doesn't matter, no matter what choice you make in the future, we will have confidence in you. After all, you are the best, and you have always been. "

At this moment, elsewhere.

This is a place where you can't tell the location at all, because it is too dark, and it is so dark that you can't help but wonder that there can be such a dark corner on the earth. It was pitch black all around, and there was a gust of gloomy wind blowing from the depths. The only light came from several huge display screens placed in a ring, and at the same time illuminated a black outline in front of the computer, which seemed to be the only one in the entire darkness. A living person.

And on all the computers in front of him, there were frontal photos of Jay Reynolds.

"Are you sure it's this kid?" the black figure asked, supporting his chin with both hands.

"I'm sure." The huntress's voice came from the communication channel. "I have a good memory, you know."

"Have you told anyone else?"

"No." She said, "You are the only one I notified."

"The right choice."

Neither of them spoke next, and the communication channel fell into a slightly awkward silence, which lasted for about twenty or thirty seconds. The black figure in front of the computer just stared at Jay on the screen, as if to read some special information from his eyes.

"So," the huntress said, breaking the silence, "what are you going to do with him? What if he is really a Kryptonian?"

The black figure was silent for a long time, and began to knock on the desktop of the computer desk with its knuckles.

"I'm still thinking about it," he said.