Chapter 435: Mystery in the Metropolis (Twenty-One)

"Wait, this doesn't seem to have anything to do with superpowers." Clark suddenly reacted, and he continued: "Isn't this another explanation of 'you need to consider the consequences of doing things'?" "Yes, but I think your parents must have told you countless times that 'you need to consider the consequences of doing things', did you listen?" Clark opened his mouth, and a complicated expression appeared on his face, obviously thinking of some unpleasant experiences. He sighed deeply, and then said: "Yes, my parents don't know how many times they emphasized this to me, but I..." "At that time, I just felt that they didn't understand me at all. I felt that they were unwilling to stand in my perspective and consider for me. I don't know how much I sacrificed, I don't know how much I sacrificed. I know I was sad too. I felt wronged and even ran away from home. "

"But this decision seems to be my own business. I decide whether to pay so much price based on the gains, and I judge the gains based on the price paid. There seems to be no superpowers in this... Then what was I struggling with before?"

"What do you think superpowers are? Is it your personality?"

"Of course not, I am me, I am Clark."

"Or, this explanation will satisfy you. Your personality is formed by factors such as your education and the environment you are in, and superpowers are just a tool you have."

"You can say that." Clark replied a little uncertainly.

"Then what is the difference between it and other tools? Your father and your mother fell in love and got married, raised you, educated you, interacted with neighbors, and got along well with them. Do these things have anything to do with the pitchfork he often used for farm work?"

Before Clark could answer, Schiller said: "Maybe it is related. Without the pitchfork, he might not be able to work and have no money to support his family, but that thing certainly can't decide whether he will propose to your mother, right?"

Clark suddenly laughed, as if he thought of some funny things between his parents. After a while, he let out a long breath, looked at Schiller, and said very sincerely:

"Thank you, professor, I think it makes me feel much better to say all this and hear your advice."

This breath of exhalation After coming out, Clark seemed to relax suddenly. He fell on the bed, rested his head on the soft pillow, put his hands on his chest, and said, "Oh my God, no one knows. I've been so sad recently." He covered his eyes with his arms and said, "I'm worried about meeting people from the track and field club wherever I go. I'm also afraid that members of the track and field club will tell my roommates about me. I'm also worried that I'll disappoint the coach if I quit the game. I always feel like a cheating villain..." "This is all very normal. Anyone at this age will have similar troubles, about interpersonal relationships, life trajectories, etc. This is a stage in the formation of personality." Schiller said, as if he suddenly remembered someone, "Even people with more mature personalities than you will have similar feelings during this period."

Clark seemed to know who he was referring to. He glanced at the door and said, "Are you referring to those two guys? Who are they? Why do I feel like they are a little dangerous?"

"It's hard to explain to you now. After you've been in contact with them for a while, you'll know that these two people will definitely play an important role in your future life."

"Really? Do you mean I will become friends with them?"

"In a sense, yes. They will be the ones who understand you the most and you the most."

"No way?!" Clark sat up from the bed again, looked at Schiller in confusion and said, "Don't tell me you have the ability to predict, professor. I think those two people are a little strange."

"Of course, that's not necessarily the case. Now it seems , or the relationship between the two of them is better. "

"Relationship... good? But why do I feel..."

Clark showed a hesitant expression, and then he lowered his voice and said to Schiller: "First of all, I don't mean to eavesdrop on it intentionally, but I have a special ability, anyway, I can know what happened outside the wall."

"I heard the two of them, one of them said to the other about treasure, and said that there is a secret under the mayor's manor..."

"Underground?" Schiller frowned, but soon, he said: "But this has nothing to do with me, I'm going upstairs to sleep."

As he said, he stood up, took the umbrella, and said to Clark before leaving: "You can stay up all night because of a small problem at your age, but I can't."

"Tonight, I didn't sleep for a total of two hours. If you follow that theory, the price I am willing to pay for a good night's sleep at this time is greater than anyone can imagine. "

After that, Schiller left. Clark turned over. He was still thinking about the questions Schiller asked him. Recently, he didn't sleep very well, so he slowly fell asleep while thinking.

After Schiller returned to the guest room, he changed into pajamas and prepared to go to bed. Although it was already daytime, it was a good time to go to bed because of the heavy snow outside and the gloomy weather.

Just after he changed into pajamas, as expected, the door of the guest room was knocked again. Schiller sighed without surprise, then stood up and opened the door. It was Lex Luther who appeared outside the door.

"What are you going to do?" Schiller asked directly.

Lex looked at Schiller in silence for a while, then asked: "Why do you seem to be on guard against me all the time?"

"Aren't you worth being on guard against?"

"I just don't understand..." Lex kept looking into Schiller's eyes, but he didn't see any emotions worth analyzing in his eyes, so he could only continue:

"Bruce is your student, you are more familiar with him, so you are more inclined to him, I can understand, but why do you trust that man named Clark so much?"

Lex frowned and said: "If it was him who came now, would you let him go into the room first?"

"You seem to have some basis for your judgment of us beyond facts, what is it?" Lex asked.

Schiller was silent by his question. He was silent for a long time, then he made way and said to Lex, "Come in first."

Lex walked in, and then he heard Schiller closing the door and saying, "That is... a kind of prejudice that I find difficult to explain."

Then, he heard Schiller sigh deeply again. After Schiller closed the door, he turned around and said, "What are you going to do?"

"I just want to ask you, have you really lost your memory?" Lex stood in the room with his hands down, looking at Schiller and said.

Schiller stood opposite him and nodded. Lex frowned and said, "You really don't remember that you have seen me?"

Schiller closed his eyes. He had to admit that during this period, he still had not fully learned the lessons from the past. He still looked at people in reality with the filter of the original characters.

For example, he has always been positive about Bruce and Clark because they are positive characters in the original work, but he has always been more vigilant about Luthor.

Although Luther's question just now made him realize this, when Lex said this, Schiller still felt that he might be plotting something.

"You're not going to say that you saved me before?" Schiller looked at Lex and asked.

"On the contrary." Lex's answer surprised Schiller a little. Lex continued, "You saved me, and you are here."

"Two years ago, I was still controlled by my father with drugs. At that time, I was very young and could only let him control me. In order to monitor me, he and I were inseparable. Even when he came here to attend the banquet, he brought me with him."

"I don't know what happened in the middle, but after that, Lionel took you to my room and said he would treat me. Then you knocked him unconscious and gave me a mysterious liquid to restore my consciousness."

"Wait a minute, mysterious liquid? What is that?"

"I don't know." Lionel shook his head and said, "I only remember that for a moment, it made me very painful. I saw a lot of crazy hallucinations. Some hallucinations still appear in my dreams until now, but they are getting fainter and fainter as time goes by, and now they are almost gone."

"Can you describe the appearance of that liquid?"

"At that time, you took out a reagent tube, which should be the smallest size. There is some liquid at the bottom, the color is unclear, but when the lid is opened, I can smell a very strong aroma of wine. "

Schiller's brows furrowed deeper and deeper. He had to repeatedly ask Lex for confirmation, but Lex's description was always just a few words: unclear color, wine aroma, and it would make him have crazy hallucinations...

"Good wine?" Schiller murmured in a low voice, his tone full of doubts: "How could I have good wine before? Isn't that in the basement of Gotham Cathedral... Have I been to Gotham before?"

"I know you don't trust me. Even if you put aside your inexplicable prejudice, if I run to a stranger like this and say that you used to know me, no one will believe it..."

"No." To Lex's surprise, Schiller denied this. Schiller explained: "The thing you just described is the evidence."

Schiller felt that it was unlikely that Lex had just come into contact with the Dionysus factor and made up such a lie. It was even less likely that he just lied a few times and happened to hit the properties of the Dionysus factor.

In addition, if this is the reason, then Lex's previous attack on Benjamin and Bruce is explained, so what he said is very likely to be true.

"Okay, but since you have lost your memory, I think I need to tell you..."

"As far as I know, you left in a hurry, but it seems that you left something behind."

"I don't know if this is related to the treasure under the manor, but I have found a way to give the key to Bruce, and he will explore the way for us."

"How do you know he went to explore the way instead of taking the treasure directly?"

Lex shook his head and said, "It's not that simple. The treasure is not the gold coins piled in the treasure chest in the myth. It may be dangerous."

"Besides, I don't care whether he takes the thing away. I just want to help you get back the things you left behind."

Lex sighed and said, "Lionel wants the treasure because he heard that the thing can improve people's wisdom, but obviously..."

"Improve wisdom? I don't need it."

"Is it possible? I don't really want to get back the things I had before." Schiller sat on the bed and sighed.

"You don't seem to care much about your amnesia?" Lex asked very puzzledly, "Don't you want to know what's going on?"

"Do you know what I want to do more now?"

"...What?" Lex suddenly had a bad premonition. He felt a little cold on his back, so he took a step back silently.

Then, he heard Schiller's slightly sleepy and indifferent voice:

"I just want to sleep now."

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