Batman originally wanted to ask "Are you sure?", but when he thought of [Superman]'s weird behavior in the past few days, he couldn't help but think more highly of [Superman].
"Okay, I'll investigate."
…
The city of Metropolis is always bright and clear, the wind is gentle and the clouds are clear, and the sunshine fills every corner of the metropolis. Almost everyone is high-spirited, full of fighting spirit, and welcomes work and life with full enthusiasm.
During her break from work, Louise sat in the cafe downstairs and took a nap.
It is a modern city where young people gather. It is developing rapidly and is not suitable for retirement and settlement. It is only suitable for wandering.
Lois Lane lamented how quickly Metropolis recovered from the Zod incident, took a sip of strong Americano, and heard the conversation.
"How about a psychiatrist? Do you want to consult?" one person said.
"No. There are always so many psychiatrists in the community that we can't get a place, and famous psychiatrists are too expensive." Another person said.
"Then you have no choice but to heal yourself. Doesn't your company hire a psychiatrist?" the man sighed.
"No."
Louise lowered her head and witnessed the bloody flesh and screams caused by the Zod incident. Many people were severely psychologically traumatized and found it difficult to get out of that nightmare.
This is an excellent topic, whether it is calling for peace or caring for the victims. But Louise didn't want to do it.
The two men spoke again.
Louise heard her voice tremble.
"I don't dare to sleep alone every night. I'm afraid of falling asleep and dying, even though I know that alien Zod is already dead."
"But even though it is dead, what unknown sufferings will befall us without our knowledge? I have lived peacefully for so many years and never thought that aliens would one day come to destroy us."
Louise closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair.
The other person was silent for a while and then said: "Pray. Maybe faith can save your heart."
"Don't be ridiculous." The man mocked, "You know I can't survive by burying my head in the sand."
Another person made another suggestion: "You can make yourself numb and remain insensitive all the time. Maybe it doesn't matter if you experience more pain. When that day comes, you will say: Whatever, I have nothing to fear."
The man smiled: "This is a good suggestion, but I don't know how to let myself fall into 'dissociation' yet. I'll read more books."
Dissociation is a psychological term that refers to an action of the brain to protect itself when a person encounters great pain.
There is no pain, no sadness, no despair. It is as if one is watching a third-rate movie and has no empathy. Some people can even laugh out loud because of their own funnyness, while others seem to be watching this farce from a third-person perspective, even imagining themselves in the sky above their heads.
The two people had left for a long time, but Louise stayed there for a long time, and the heat above the thick American style drifted away.
Louise, who was supposed to return to her post, suddenly thought of something.
——[Clark] When describing his experience yesterday, he did not use the pronoun "I". Instead, he said like a third person: "Clark was a teenager at that time."
Isn't this a typical symptom of dissociation in psychology?
…
Raman shuttled between the clouds, flying freely, occasionally blowing away a large cloud in front of him with his frozen breath.
MP helped him monitor the Earth's troposphere on a large scale, observing an area almost the size of a continent.
[Raman, come on! The shape is almost complete! You have "painted" Mona Lisa's lips! 】
In the troposphere above the Americas, a faint woman's face is forming. If a satellite observes the earth, it will be shocked to find that the image of the clouds is strangely turning into the famous Mona Lisa.
Sweat dripped from Raman's forehead: [Even with a Kryptonian body, it is very difficult to complete the painting of this kind of planet. 】
MP nodded in agreement.
A contact suddenly rang, and Raman connected to the Kryptonian communicator.
"Bruce, what's wrong?"
Bruce Wayne's briskness could be heard in his tone across from him.
"Guess where I am? [Clark]?"
Raman locked onto Batman's heartbeat and found that he was in Metropolis. Looking in that direction, Bruce was actually at the door of Clark Kent's rented apartment.
So Raman replied: "Your Gotham? Or go to the Daily Planet?"
Batman kept a cheerful tone and said: "You guessed it wrong, I'm at your door, I -"
When he finished speaking, [Superman] opened the door in front of him, dressed as Clark, acting as if he had always been at home.
But everyone knows it's impossible.
Bruce Wayne waved the bag he was carrying and said, "Put on these clothes and let's set out to visit Lex Group."
[Superman] took the bag, closed the door with a bang, and opened it the next second and had already changed into clothes.
Bruce looked at it. The slim-fitting light gray casual suit fit perfectly on [Superman], making his back appear straight and broad. His long legs were tightly wrapped, and you could almost notice [Superman]'s smooth muscles.
Bruce always felt that something was wrong, and after turning around, he realized that [Superman] was still wearing the same pair of black-rimmed glasses, and his hair was parted on both sides of his forehead like a college student who had just entered society.
"I planned to bring you in as a bodyguard or assistant." Bruce laughed and said, "But you don't look like a business elite at all, but more like an intern."
He turned around in a circle and motioned to the fashionable men's clothing he was wearing.
"If this is the case, I can't bring you in."
He looked at [Superman] with a smile.
There was another "bang" of the door closing, and the next second [Superman]'s glasses were replaced by rimless ones, and his hair was as shiny as if it had been touched by hairspray.
"So fast?" Bruce whispered, unable to help but think about how many pairs of Kryptonian glasses there were, and whether [Superman] had any doubts? For example, why is he so familiar with [Superman]'s clothing size?
"Let's go."
The gray McLaren pulls out.
…
After showing and checking the visit record, Bruce AKA Batman Wayne, followed by Clark AKA Superman Kent, the reason why Lex Luthor sent him to prison, walked into the door of Lex Group in a swagger. .
The electronic door with a sense of technology opened with the signal from the pressure sensor, and the empty technology hall was facing us.
A group of primary school students lined up under the leadership of their teacher to visit the scientific and technological inventions of the Lex Group in an orderly manner; a couple whispered about the interesting technological inventions; the employees of the Lex Group and the residents of the metropolis walked into the broad hall together and entered in separate streams. Employee channel.
Lex Group, leading the development of metropolitan areas.
Qualified enterprises should give back to the city. Profiting from residents, extracting surplus value from employees, and obtaining tax relief policies from the government--therefore, Lex Group has built itself into the metropolis's signature, a unicorn enterprise, and a rising star.
Signed a summer camp agreement with the school, so that every student can experience the influence of technology and the charm of Lex Group from their teenage years; build an Internet celebrity building, and young people such as couple bloggers recognize the humanistic care of Lex Group; low-cost medical, accommodation and education , every employee of Lex Group is willing to work for it.
Lex Luthor, the chairman of Lex Group, has excellent intelligence and precise vision, as well as his youthful and energetic appearance. He is undoubtedly a thriving business leader.
Needless to say, if it weren't for the scandal involving Lex Luthor, the chairman of Lex Group, a month ago, this place would be even more lively than it is today.
Bruce Wayne passed by the technology exhibition surrounded by glass windows, calmly swiped his visitor's pass and entered the employee passage, and passed by several well-greened workshops, looking leisurely and relaxed.
"Don't you have anything to ask?"
[Superman] shook his head, and he followed silently all the way, with a smile carved on his face like a mask.
"What do you want me to say?"
Bruce Wayne shook his head helplessly: "I'm not forcing you to say anything, but I can't sing a one-man show by myself."
He said suggestively: "The investigation of Lex Group does not require the two of us to dress up like this. Don't you realize something?"
Bruce Wayne Void clicked on [Superman]'s casual suit.
"Aren't we in plain clothes investigating the Lex Group?"
[Superman] said doubtfully, acting like a proper partner at this time, without any ambiguity from before.
