Chapter 75: Fairy Tales

From the outside, Jay grabbed a bulge on the top of the Krypton spacecraft with one hand, really lifting it from the deep seabed. The whole ship is like a giant whale with most of its body sunken deep in the seabed, and it finally broke out of the earth under the action of strong external force at this moment. The dust rose up like a smoke screen, and the thick mist instantly filled the entire space.

Jay lifted the ship up steadily and crashed directly into the rock formation above them. Fortunately, he had previously tested the strength of the hull of the ship, knowing that it could fully withstand the impact of penetrating the rock. The only two passengers on the ship leaned against the wall in the cabin, and Sisko stared wide-eyed as the rock formation broke open in front of their windshield, and couldn't help but marvel at the rare sight.

As they drilled into the middle section of the rock formation, a strange movement suddenly chased up from directly below and passed into Jay's ears. He felt as if he heard a low growl, and there was a loud noise of a very large object burrowing out of the deep hole, and the body rubbing against the ground at high speed.

He could feel the rapid change of the lower layer of air, with the message that a dangerous pursuer was speeding up to chase, and the friction between a certain huge body's high-speed movement and the air current and the rock was clear in his ears.

So he didn't hesitate, his figure speeded up suddenly, and the Krypton spacecraft he was carrying was like a passenger car that had stepped on the accelerator pedal urgently, and the sudden acceleration pushed the two passengers into the cabin. On the wall, the chest was almost asphyxiated.

"Why...we accelerated?"

While Sisko was struggling to ask questions under the pressure of acceleration, their spacecraft had rushed out of the seabed rock formation at the high speed that Jay burst out instantly, like a big fish of steel and iron. But Jay still didn't mean to slow down, and even continued to accelerate. A long string of bubbles dragged on both sides of the black giant ship, making a gurgling sound.

But the pursuers still did not give up. Jay took the time to glance back, almost subconsciously taking a breath, almost not drinking the sea water.

He saw a dark giant shadow, some kind of ancient, strong creature, using its head with dangerous red eyes to break through the seabed rock formations, and its long body rushed out of the hole, looking like a strip. The thumping dragon.

Regardless of what it is, its speed is obviously beyond the common sense of biology. Jay believes that he is already an anti-scientific existence. The evidence is that at this moment he is carrying an alien spacecraft weighing tens of thousands of tons, soaring into the sea at supersonic speed. But this creature did not show any weakness. Its dark red eyes were firmly locked on the ship, and its rattan-like body was twisting violently underwater, and its speed had a tendency to surpass them.

Although carrying a boat affected Jay's speed, this was also a high speed that any known aquatic animal could not achieve, and this dragon-shaped creature could obviously swim faster than him.

"It's a hell." He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, accidentally forgetting that he was on the bottom of the sea, and almost poured a mouthful of salty water.

Deep in the mountains, in the home of a carpenter.

The old carpenter's name was Sam Evans, he was over sixty years old, and his eyes were kind. Carpenter is a handicraft inherited by his family for generations. He lost his wife at an early age and lived with his only daughter Lena for many years. Until one day ago, the man who called himself "Peter" appeared in this remote mountain village and asked him to give it to himself. a job. After that, "Peter" became a member of this family.

Lena obviously has an unusually close relationship with "Peter", and the old carpenter seems to be very pleased with this upright and capable boy, and he is ready to betroth his daughter to him. Although Lena is not a pretty girl, her eyes are clear and watery, with a simple and kind light, which is a quality you can hardly find in a modern city.

An ordinary and old-fashioned story, old-fashioned like a fairy tale, but also a very happy fairy tale.

This was the information that Bruce had figured out in the first three minutes at the dinner table, which further confirmed his conjecture. There is almost no doubt that "Peter" is Clark, but for some reason he has forgotten who he is and lost his extraordinary ability. Now there is only one rural kid living in a remote mountainous area.

Bruce fell into a rare hesitation, he didn't know what to do. Maybe he should find a way to bring Clark back-considering that he is just a civilian with no hands, this shouldn't be too difficult. He should take Clark back to the Batcave and give him a full-body examination. He has a lot of research on the Kryptonians, and maybe he can find a way to restore Clark's memory and abilities.

But should he really do this?

Bruce frowned, raised his head and drank the brandy in the glass in front of him. There was confusion in his mind, only this time, the great dark knight had no plans.

The old carpenter noticed the abnormality of the foreign visitor, and took the initiative to speak: "We don't often visit foreigners here, because this mountain is really not a tourist attraction."

He paused, and then asked, "You look very rich, like a successful person from a big city. Is there any special reason to come here?"

Bruce turned the empty wine glass in his hand, pondered for a while, and said, "It's just something."

The old man smiled slightly: "Look, I have never left this mountain in my life. I don't have much culture and don't understand much truth, but I understand people. I have seen many kinds of people. When a person has trouble, I You can see it."

"Let's talk about it, Bruce." "Peter" across the table also smiled. "Everyone is friends. Even if we can't help much, at least we can all be listeners. It will be easier to say it."

Bruce moved slightly in his heart and couldn't help but glance at him more. Those eyes were as blue and clear as he remembered. This naive boy had only known him for a day, but he had acted like a close friend and started calling him by name. "Bruce", this title came out of his mouth as if taking Bruce back to years ago, when they were still called "the best partners in the world".

Another dusty past was evoked by these simple three words, when the world had just realized the existence of Superman.

"This sucks, Bruce, it's different from what I thought."

The young Superman floated in the sky of Gotham, with an expression like an aggrieved child. Batman crouched on the dripping mouth two meters beside him, looking down at Gotham in the night through the white eyepiece, the red and black cloak dancing in the wind under the night.

Superman continued to complain: "Everyone, it's as if the whole world is dissatisfied with me. It seems that everything I do is incorrect. Even when I hug a cat down from a tree, some people point to me."

"Because your existence is a threat in itself." Batman said calmly, "People hate that an omnipotent guy will always be above them, especially politicians. You make people nervous, it's impossible. Avoided."

"It's not just nervousness." Superman shook his head. "I heard that almost every country in the world has set up related organizations against me. They all identified me as an imaginary enemy when I first appeared, as if I always have It's like turning the whole world over in one day."

"Do you know?"

"I won't! Rao is here, of course I won't!" Superman said loudly, "Tell me you are kidding, Bruce."

Batman is silent, and you can never tell from his expression whether he is joking.

Superman was a little discouraged: "Do you know? I have begun to doubt the teachings of my father. They think I must have a special meaning here. I should stand up and be inspiring, become a symbol and guide people forward. But let's be honest. Now I don't think I can do it. Maybe humans never need a presence like me, maybe I shouldn't be here at all."

"So will you give up?"

Superman lowered his head, was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "No."

"I think so." Batman said lightly, as if he had expected the answer.

Superman was silent for a while, and then said: "But I really didn't think about it... If I had never had this ability, if I was just an ordinary person and couldn't hear everyone crying and shouting, I could Having an ordinary job, love, a family...that would be great. Can you understand, Bruce?"

"Of course." Batman still looked down at the night city, countless Gothic buildings just like jagged ghosts, "I can."

At this moment, at the table.

Bruce stared at the still clear blue eyes for a while before moving his gaze away, and replied, "I'm here to find a friend."

"Did you find it?" the old carpenter asked.

"No, no." He said, his eyes unconsciously glanced at "Peter" more, "It looks like I'm looking for the wrong place."