As Superman’s Younger Brother, I Became a Native of the Motherland

"You had a run-in with Dan Brown at school and you never had a good relationship with people on the football team."

"Doubt me just for these reasons? Clark, it's not like a convincing reason."

"and also......"

Clark's expression changed slightly, he hesitated for a few seconds, "Is it because Whitney and the others chose me to be the scarecrow, you..."

"Clark."

Eric stopped the other party's speech, "You seem to think of me as the kind of guy who is keen on revenge behind the scenes, but... sorry, I'm too lazy to do it most of the time, I'd rather wait for them self-destruction."

"Self-destruction?"

Clark shook his head. "I don't think Dan Brown's death was suicide."

"Well, now I seriously doubt my impression of you."

Eric sighed, deliberately showing a look of disappointment, "Clark, it seems that in your heart, I am the kind of existence that will destroy a person's body at any time."

"..."

Clark frowned in the face of his brother's accusations, "Actually, Eric, you have been hiding yourself."

"Hide yourself?"

"Yes. You never explain to me how you got all that money on you, you never explain to me why you go to the Metropolis late at night, and you never tell me why you smell blood!"

Clark's tone was a little excited, but he still suppressed his anger, "gangsters, robberies, shootings... I've been thinking, what did you do in the metropolis, will these words be associated with you? I won't tell my father and mother, just like I didn't say just now that you have a lot of money hidden, and if you take it out, you can solve the family debt crisis in an instant. I will be silent, but it doesn't mean I don't think about it. "

"You never thought of me as your brother! Eric!"

"You're gifted, I'm dull, but—I know how to do the right thing! And I can't be sure if you're going to do the wrong thing."

Clark's tone was full of anger and questioning.

"We do need a lot of communication, Clark."

Eric didn't expect Clark to be so prejudiced against himself.

But he didn't bother to explain, and said directly: "But you have more important things to do. Tomorrow is the homecoming dance, one of the most important gatherings of the football team. If I were the murderer, I would definitely find a way to kill them all. ."

"I will stop you!"

Clark's tone grew firmer.

It seems that Eric is the murderer behind the scenes.

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to it."

Chapter 12 The confrontation with the reporter

"Things are getting more interesting."

After Clark left, Eric stood by the window, watching the night outside and muttering to himself.

I thought that my private actions were secret enough, but I didn't expect Clark to understand it very well.

but......

This is also normal.

He didn't intend to hide it from Clark. With the extraordinary ability he gradually awakened, it was not difficult to find out his whereabouts.

Going to the metropolis late at night, and then coming back with a faint smell of blood, this is indeed what he often did before.

With the unblocking of the "Motherlander Template", the power has continued to increase, and Eric, who can't help it, often goes to the metropolis to vent.

Those criminals and gangsters became his unfortunate catharsis.

There is no idea of ​​becoming a superhero to eliminate violence An Liang, it is just that the force of these guys is worth his shot.

Of course, while venting his power, he also brought back some "Franklins".

That's why Clark said he "has a lot of money."

Dan Brown's death... by that 'scarecrow' named Jeremy?

Sitting at the desk, Eric put Clark's affairs aside and thought to himself.

He had no regrets or sympathy for the killing of the football team.

The idiot with only muscles in his head was killed by the returning 'revenge ghost', and he was very interested in the development of this 'revenge and death' plot.

As for the shot to stop Jeremy?

He has no interest in it yet.

Tomorrow's prom...

Turning around, staring at the sultry night, the corners of Eric's mouth rose slightly.

It might be a magnificent show.

I'm really... looking forward to it!

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Smallville High School is full of youth hormones.

The arrival of the homecoming dance made all the students feel restless.

The girls who were looking forward to the dance were sitting together in twos and threes discussing their dance partners, while the boys rushed to invite their dance partners at the last time.

A tense and warm atmosphere enveloped all the students.

"Hey, Eric!"

Just as Eric closed the locker door, he heard a female voice from behind.

Looking back, I found that it was Clark's best friend, Miss Chloe, a reporter from the Torch.

Chloe, with short blond hair, holding a book in one hand and coffee in the other, greeted Eric, "Good morning, Eric."

"Chloe?"

"Chloe Sullivan, reporter and editor-in-chief of The Torch. Is this the first time we've spoken without Clark?"

Chloe said with a smile.

She seems to be in a good mood.

"Is something wrong?"

Eric is not very familiar with this eccentric reporter lady.

It was only from Clark's mouth that he knew that the other party was a very curious girl.

He has always hated trouble, and is always grateful for people with strong curiosity.

If the other party adds the "reporter" label, the level of "not catching a cold" will go up a step further.

"Can we talk? It'll just take you a moment and get it done before class."

Chloe asked expectantly.

"About Clark."

Perhaps fearing that Eric would refuse, Chloe added another sentence.

Eric, who hesitated for a second, nodded and agreed to Chloe's request.

In the Torch newspaper office, Chloe slightly tidied up the desk full of papers to make the office look as less cluttered as possible.

"Need coffee?"

"no, thank you."

"OK."

Chloe nodded, her expression a little unnatural.

She has some longing for Eric, a boy who is not very intellectual but hot.

Chloe, who has never been confessed by a boy or dated, has a little lack of self-confidence.

Eric looked at the surrounding furnishings, and turned his attention to the pile of newspapers on the bookshelf.

"This is the Torch of the most recent years." Chloe took the initiative to explain to Eric.

"The Torch? Was there a newspaper from three years ago, around Homecoming Prom?"

Eric asked Chloe.

Although a little surprised why the other party was interested in the old newspaper from three years ago, Chloe nodded.

"Of course, I'll find you right away."

The resolute Chloe quickly handed a stack of newspapers to Eric.

"Back to school is April 21st, and it was the April newspaper three years ago. Don't be surprised if you think the layout is different, because I wasn't the editor-in-chief of the Torch at that time."

Chloe made a quip.

But seeing that Eric still had a poker face, he had the urge to sigh.

Eric took the newspaper from the frustrated Chloe with a blank face, and quickly found the report about Jeremy.

"Jeromey, the student who went missing three years ago, was chosen as a 'scarecrow' and **** in a cornfield for one night, and then disappeared mysteriously the next day. I remember that it caused quite a stir at the time, and Jeremy used to attend He was the only student at Smallville High School to win the 'APPT Physics Cup'."

Chloe saw Eric's eyes on Jeremy's report and told him what he knew.

Nodding, Eric read the information on the newspaper at a glance, and then handed the newspaper to Chloe.

The newspaper said that the other party was hospitalized due to meteorite radiation when he was a child, and he was a physicist...

It seems that Jeremy's mutation is closely related to kryptonite, and the other party may have found a way to use kryptonite to obtain energy.

"Eric?"

Eric, who was immersed in thinking, was interrupted by the reporter.

"That... Clark always thought Dan Brown's death had something to do with you, is that true?"

Chloe asked Eric directly.

"Maybe."

Eric did not deny it, nor did he admit it.

"Generally speaking, uncertain answers contain more of a 'don't want to answer' connotation."

Chloe blinked, "So, Eric, you also 'don't want to answer'?"

"What do you think? Chloe."

Eric asked the other party back.

"Me? My views are different from Clark's. Of course, it's not because you taught Dan Brown who 'assassinated' me before, so I share the same hatred with you."

Chloe skillfully put the newspaper back on the shelf, "I suspect that the murderer is Coach Watt. Coach Watt is obviously not normal recently, and there are signs of corporal punishment of students. Maybe Dan Brown is the whistleblower, so Coach Watt will attack him. "

"Forget it, Coach Watt's concerns aside. Clark thinks you'll definitely shoot at the dance tonight, and he'll stop you, so... in order to clear your suspicions, do you still want to go?"

Chloe asked Eric solemnly.

"why not?"

Eric's short words expressed his attitude.

"Why do I feel like... you're seducing Clark into conflict with you step by step?"

Chloe frowned slightly, expressing her intuition as a woman.

Chapter Thirteen The first unbearable pain in life

When Chloe and Pete walked into the prom auditorium together, the first impression was glamour.

The girls wore a variety of delicate lace, chiffon or silk skirts, rustling as they walked.

Long skirts, high heels, dazzling white evening gowns, decorative belts, and polished black leather shoes made up the beautiful scenery of the homecoming dance.

"Cough, Chloe, I can only dance jitba, do you think someone will boo me?"

Pete, who was wearing a formal suit, asked his partner Chloe a little worriedly.

"What jitba dance?"