Chapter 599: Who Can Destroy Schiller Manor? (Part 2)

The metal friction sound of the train wheels sliding over the rails resounded in the platform. As the train slowly entered the station, Clark tightened his coat and looked at the two pet boxes in his hands.

He tapped the pet box with his fingers and said to himself: "If it weren't for you two little guys, I wouldn't have to take the train."

However, he still carried the pet box and walked out of the train station. Just as he was about to leave the station, he felt a little hungry. After all, although Gotham is close to Metropolis, it takes several hours to take this slow train. Schiller's manor was broken, so he didn't stay for dinner. Clark hadn't eaten for a day.

As a superman, although he would not starve to death, his normal appetite still made him want to have a full meal. Looking around, the facilities of the Metropolis train station are quite complete, but the food here is very expensive. Clark is not well-off, so he plans to find something to eat outside the station.

But at this moment, a tempting fragrance came. He turned his head and found that a small food stall had come to the door of the train station at some point, and now a tempting fragrance was coming.

Clark followed the smell and found that it was a hot dog food truck. The city management in the metropolis was strict, and food trucks were not usually seen. However, near his hometown farm in Kansas, farmers often pushed food trucks to sell food made from their own crops. The smell was the same as now.

Appetite and homesickness tempted Clark. After he walked over, a bearded uncle was busy behind the food truck. Clark walked over and asked for a large hot dog with double sauce and pickles. When he put this high-calorie delicacy into his mouth, Clark couldn't help but sigh with satisfaction.

"Oh, what is that you mentioned? A cat? ... It's quite cute." The uncle said.

"Really? I think so too, so I adopted it." Clark answered with a smile while eating. He felt that this uncle was quite talkative. Having a good chat partner during a meal would also make people feel more cheerful.

"What's the other cage? Do you have two cats?" The uncle selling hot dogs asked while frying sausages.

"Ah, no, it's a mouse with a special fur color. It was dyed by someone, and then I rescued it, that's it." Clark explained in a slightly unnatural tone. Obviously, this was someone's rhetoric, and he was always embarrassed when he lied.

"Raising cats and mice together? Your hobby is quite unique." The uncle hesitated and said, Clark didn't know how to explain, so he could only bury his head in eating.

The atmosphere of the chat became a little awkward, but Clark wolfed down the hot dog quickly. He took two sips of free soda, wiped his mouth, waved to the uncle, and then left.

After leaving the train station, he still couldn't fly with these two burdens. One reason was that he didn't know whether taking pets to high altitudes would cause them stress, and the other was that the yellow-skinned mouse was clamoring that he was afraid of heights and refused to let Clark take him to places above three floors.

Clark was not too surprised that a mouse could talk. After all, he had just come out of a city full of cats. If there were talking cats, it was normal to have talking mice, right?

After repeatedly telling Pikachu not to shout in the city, Clark hailed a taxi and went straight back to his dormitory at Metropolitan University.

Metropolitan University has better hardware facilities than Gotham University, and Clark was valued by the coach because of his outstanding performance in track and field competitions. The coach specially transferred him to an apartment building with better conditions. There are not only single rooms here, but also a small living room. It is a completely independent dormitory, so there are no restrictions on raising pets.

He opened the pet cage and released a cat and a mouse. The bat cat came out and immediately flattened its ears and began to breathe on Pikachu. Clark immediately pressed his big hand on the bat cat's head and said to him: "What did I say before? No fighting!"

As he said that, he picked up the bat cat by the back of the neck, hugged him in his arms, stroked his head and said: "Don't be nervous, I know that cats may have never seen a talking mouse. He scared you, right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I want to bite him because he just shocked me!"

"But even if he shocked you, you can't... Wait! How can you talk??!!!!"

While Clark was shocked, he threw his hands and the bat cat jumped out directly and came to the sofa opposite Clark.

He meowed again, and Clark found that he could still understand what the cat was looking at. The bat cat said, "What are you surprised about? Haven't we met before?"

Clark froze in place, and said, "You are not really Bruce, are you? I thought you and he just looked the same..."

The bat cat sighed helplessly. Clark never thought that he could see Bruce's expression on a cat's face. The bat cat explained to Clark.

Because the consciousness of several people had arrived in Cat City and could understand the language of cats, after returning to the body, the soul can still understand the language of cats.

Unlike Pikachu, who can speak human language, with standard English and a West Coast accent, Batcat can only meow, but can be understood by several people who have entered Cat City.

Seeing Clark standing there in a daze, Batcat lay down on the sofa slowly, then looked at him and said, "I don't know how the other me can tolerate you, but don't you realize that you have been targeted?"

"What?" Compared to the cat's ability to speak, what he said was more eye-catching. Clark asked puzzledly, "What do you mean I have been targeted?"

"On the way here, the cigarette vendor in the train station, the man selling hot dogs, and the taxi driver should all be on the same side, and their goal is to stare at you."

"What you didn't realize is that the cigarette vendor passed by you five times, but your dress and speech and behavior don't look like someone who smokes. This kind of The vendors have good eyesight and generally won't waste time on people who don't smoke. "

"The man selling hot dogs kept trying to get you to say something. He said cats are cute, but he was always a little resistant and even showed a disgusted expression, but you didn't notice it. "

"The taxi driver who chatted with you on the road claimed that he was also a farmer in Kansas, just to get close to you. He was unfamiliar with the brand of agricultural machinery you mentioned. When he got off the car, his expression in the rearview mirror became very indifferent. "

"You..." Clark was choked by the long string of words of the bat cat. He was stunned for a moment, and then walked to the sofa helplessly. The bat cat stood up and wanted to run, but Clark grabbed him.

He held the bat cat in front of his eyes, looked into his eyes and said, "Before, I didn't quite see it. From this perspective, it seems that you don't have blue eyes, but purple eyes..."

"Wait a minute, are you the clown cat? The cat that was dyed and then faded? How come you are here?"

The bat cat covered his eyes with his paws. He forgot that, except for Schiller, Bruce and himself, almost no one knew the whole story. Although Clark watched the whole thing, he didn't pay attention to the conversation between those people, so he didn't know what the story was like.

The bat cat briefly told Clark his story. Clark showed an extremely sympathetic expression, and then changed to the bat cat's paw.

The final result was that the bat cat squatted on the sofa, licking his broken nails. Clark touched his head and said, "I'm really sorry, you can't attack me, otherwise your claws will definitely break."

Clark reached out and pulled one of the bat cat's paws over. The cat paw that scratched him before had two broken nails, one of which was broken from the root and bled a little.

Clark sighed, stood up and began to look for a medical kit in the room, but the medical kits in the dormitory were for people, and Clark had never used them before, and he didn't know how to bandage a cat's nails. Finally, he shook his head helplessly, picked up the bat cat, put him in the pet box again, and said to him:

"Let's go, we have to go to the pet hospital. I heard that if the cat's nails get inflamed, there will be serious consequences. It may not be able to walk. We have to go to the doctor quickly."

As Clark was about to leave with the pet box containing the bat cat, Pikachu shouted from behind:

"Hey! When I told you that I was afraid of heights, you didn't take it so seriously. If you do this again, I'm going to get angry. Angry!"

Clark sighed helplessly, and just as he was about to turn back to comfort Pikachu, Pikachu shouted loudly: "Huh? What is that? Is it a game console?"

"Oh my God! Such an old game console, wait a minute! Isn't this the original version of the expensive replica I saw at the Expo last time? Where is the game cartridge?"

Pikachu jumped to the table, then took out the game cartridge by himself, waved to Clark and said: "Go ahead, I'll help you look after the house."

Clark tutted his lips, shook his head, said nothing, and turned to go out. This time, he held the pet box in his arms, so he could hear what the bat cat was calling.

"Now, the man at your eleven o'clock position, every time he walks over, his eyes will stay on you for more than ten seconds. He should be staring at you."

"The driver of the taxi you are sitting in now is fine, but the person who just got off this car should also be staring at you."

Clark was horrified by what he said, and he lowered his voice to Bat Cat and said: "Why are they staring at me? What is there about me that deserves their attention?"

"Who knows? It can't be because you are extremely strong, can fly, and your eyes can emit rays, right?"

Clark heard the sarcasm of Bat Cat, and then he heard Bat Cat continue to say: "These people did not appear on the first day. Obviously, they have been doing their jobs for a long time, which means that your life has actually been under surveillance."

Clark shuddered and asked: "What should I do? How can I get rid of their surveillance? I'm about to go on vacation. If this group of people follow me back to my home, my parents may be in danger."

"Don't stare at the cage all the time. Keep a normal expression and do what you need to do, just like usual. Obviously, your unusual travel trajectory recently attracted their attention, so they are watching you more closely. As long as you return to your usual state, they should withdraw some of their personnel and then find a way to investigate."

Obviously, with Batman's external brain, Clark gave up thinking and did it instinctively. Although this Batman is a cat, it may be better in a sense. After all, people always trust animals more than people.

After seeing the doctor with Batcat, Clark was ready to go directly back to his dormitory. When he opened the door of his dormitory, a scene that stunned him appeared in front of him.

There were two people lying in his room, all charred, apparently knocked unconscious by electricity. Pikachu was standing on the sofa with a game controller in his hand. Seeing Clark coming back, he said:

"These two people invaded your dormitory while you were away. I knocked them down and found this on them."

Pikachu jumped off the back of the sofa and took something out of the gap in the sofa. Clark took it and found that it was a medal with a sickle, hammer and red flag printed on it.

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