1novels Chapter 119 Eden 07
Chapter 119 Eden 07
Clark opened his eyes.
He stared at the darkness on the ceiling, the suffocating silence in the room, all he could hear was the beating of his own heart.
He sat up, rubbed his face slowly, and glanced at the time.
It is already 03:30 in the middle of the night.
Clark stood up and went to the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. He walked out while drinking from the glass, and looked at the door of Ian's room.
The door was closed tightly, and there was silence inside.Clark didn't find it strange at all, he had never heard Ian's voice, his heartbeat and breathing were silent, like a dead object.
But soon, Clark realized something was wrong.
He heard the wind blowing the windows.
"Clap."
It's not loud, but it's clear.
Clark put the glass on the table helplessly, and walked towards Ian's room.
The child didn't close the windows tightly at night. The temperature difference between day and night in the metropolis is huge in this season. It would be bad if he caught a cold.
...By the way, does Ian catch a cold?
While thinking, he gently opened the door.
Then he managed to harvest an empty room.
Clark: ...?
A gust of cold wind came in from the window, blowing the sheets on the small bed and making Clark's wind messy.
Where is Ian?How is he so much older than Ian?Why did it suddenly disappear? ?
Clark quickly checked the room and found that apart from Ian's absence, nothing else had been touched.Combined with the open window, Clark thought, Ian probably jumped out of the window in the middle of the night and left.
Why jump out of the window and run away?
Do you think staying in bed and pretending to sleep is too boring?
Clark was a little depressed. He couldn't hear Ian's voice, and Ian's anti-tracking skills had already been fully activated, so he couldn't find out where Ian was.
He wasn't even sure Ian would come back.
Should... yes?Although they have never discussed this issue, Ian's usual appearance should be that he is very satisfied with the life with him?
The more Clark thought about it, the more he felt uncertain, and the more he thought about it, the more he doubted life.
Ian never said he didn't like him, but he never said he liked him either!As for his dissatisfaction with his current life, he didn't say a word. After all, for a dull gourd who can't speak more than a hundred words a day, expressing such emotions is really too difficult!
Could it be that he thought this kind of life was too boring, so he chose to run away?
Clark fidgeted, distraught.In the end, he simply sat down at the end of Ian's bed, resting his chin and looking at the window, waiting for Ian to come back.
I can't fall asleep anymore, so I might as well just wait.
After waiting, an hour passed.
At the moment when Clark was about to be dried into a stone by the night wind, a shadow fell lightly on the bay window. His cloak was blown by the night wind like black wings, covering the cold and bright sky. And quiet moonlight.
At the same time, the night wind gently brushed around him and rushed into the bedroom inside the window.
Clark woke up with a jerk, he could smell the strong smell of blood keenly.
The sharp, galaxy-like knife reflects the moonlight, illuminating the room.
Clark saw Ian take off his hood, and those weird rainbow compound eyes looked at him, and his slightly pale face looked expressionless, but Clark could discern a little surprised expression from it.
He didn't seem to expect Clark to be here.
"Ian, you..." Clark suddenly stood up from the end of the bed, took two steps forward and hugged him from the bay window, "Are you injured?"
Ian quickly raised the knife in his hand, as if he was afraid of accidentally hurting Clark, he let go, and the blade immediately turned into a broken light spot and disappeared into the air.
Clark hurriedly pulled off Ian's black cloak, wanting to check his wounds, but he soon discovered that the bloody smell was coming from the cloak, and Ian was still wearing the pajamas he bought for him inside, which was spotlessly clean .
Clark was taken aback.
So, the blood is...
"Ian..." Clark frowned slightly, and asked hesitantly, "What did you do?"
Why is there so much blood on your cloak?
It was obviously not Ian's own blood, and the only explanation could only be that Ian ran out in the middle of the night and chopped someone up.
Ian paused, snatched the cloak back from Clark, and then threw it away. I don't know what skill he used, and the cloak disappeared without a sound.
"...nothing," he said.
Clark: ...
As we all know, nothing is something.This plot is too classic, obviously there is some big secret hiding from him!
Are they going to start a script of misunderstanding among family members next?
"Ian, did you kill... did you hurt someone?" Clark asked seriously.
He tried not to allow himself to think about the worst possible outcome.
Ian shook his head.
"Since not, tell me what you did, okay?" Clark said gently, "I already treat you as a family member, and family members shouldn't keep secrets...at least they shouldn't keep something as important as this." secret."
Ian looked up at Clark's sanity value.
230 Three points of sanity—to be honest, this is only a little better than ordinary people. If you really want to encounter those terrifying, weird, and weird creatures that are beyond cognition, I'm afraid Clark won't be able to last long.
How difficult a crazy Kryptonian is, one can imagine that the Injustice animation he watched that day has already shown this point.
...Although he thought the animation was pretty ugly.
If Ian was in his prime right now, he certainly wouldn't be intimidated by a demented Superman, and he'd even have the confidence to beat him.But the problem is that because Ian's pollution level has never been reduced to a safe level, his power is basically sealed, which makes him unable to suppress a crazy superman.
Take tonight as an example, he could have easily killed the monster that mutated from the tomb tonight, but his lack of strength caused his knife to not be as fast as before, and he scraped the monster to death, just like Ling Chi Well, it was splashed with blood all over.
... Alas, what a mess.Doing it this way is a kind of torture to the monster, and it is also a kind of torture to himself.
It was even worse when he was discovered by Clark when he came back.
Of course, if he really couldn't suppress the crazy Superman, he could let the pope take action, but the price of the pope's action was too high, and Clark might not be able to afford it.
So he remained silent and said nothing.
He wants to make up a decent reason to prevaricate, but he doesn't know how to make up excuses, speaking is a burden for him, let alone long-winded lies.
Clark looked at Ian who said nothing, and sighed in disappointment.
This child obviously looks young, but he is as stubborn as a rock. No matter how he tries to lightly wake up his sleeping heart, it's like hitting an iron plate.
He is always silent, never willing to reveal more about his situation.
He sighed: "It's very late now, let's rest first, can we talk about this matter tomorrow morning?"
Ian nodded and climbed onto the bed obediently, only then did Clark realize that he was even wearing slippers.Who would run out in pajamas and slippers in the middle of the night and chop someone up?Clark was a little confused.
After closing the door of Ian's room, Clark sat on the sofa in front of him, stroked his chin and lost himself in thought.
After getting along for so long, Clark asked himself that he still had some understanding of Ian's personality and behavior patterns.Leaving aside Ian's eerie exterior, and his formidable powers—Clark was sure that he was obedient and kind.
People who are friendly to small animals are never bad people at heart, Clark firmly believes that.
But he has too many secrets.
And since Ian came to the earth, some strange things have happened in the metropolis.Those densely packed crazy mice, and the giraffe that suddenly went crazy in the zoo during the day...
Clark held his forehead in distress.
Vaguely, he always felt that Ian might have something to do with these strange things.How did he know that the animals' heads were infested with slugs?
Clark was puzzled.After a while, he made a difficult decision.
——He decided to find the truth quietly by himself!
……
So early the next morning, Clark called in sick.He claimed that he was not feeling well and wanted to ask for leave, but told Ian that he had gone to work.
"If you feel bored, you can go out for a stroll." Clark said with a smile, "Remember to pay for things! I put my wallet on the coffee table."
Ian nodded.
After waving goodbye to Ian, he turned his head and climbed to the top floor of the building not far from his apartment, and looked at Ian who was still in the apartment building through the floor with a serious face.
Then he saw that Ian maintained the posture of saying hello to him when he said goodbye for a full 10 minutes. During this time, he didn't move a single bit. He just stood in the entrance and stared at the door in a daze, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Clark: ...?
Ian thought about what he should do today for a long time, and then realized that he really had nothing to do.
Last night he scraped to death a mutated tomb that automatically produced slugs. The bad news is that after finishing the work, he found that the slugs produced by this tomb were not the same batch of slugs that were in the mouse's head last time. This only means that there is another slug. The brood is still alive.
The good news is that the two mutated grave broods appear to be twins...well, maybe sisters.After Ian killed one of them, he immediately found the location of another grave nest through the connection between the pollution sources.
But it is a tomb after all, and it will only be activated at night.
Therefore, in broad daylight, Ian really has nothing to do.
So Clark was forced to watch a live version of "What Do Your Pets Do When You Go to Work."
For the first hour, Ian sat on the sofa in a daze.
In the second hour, Ian turned on the TV, watched the TV shopping channel for half an hour, then turned off the TV, and continued to be in a daze.
In the third hour, Ian took out a bag of pistachios from the cabinet, and ate half of the bag with the shells.
Clark: ... No wonder I always feel that the pistachios are missing, but I can't find the shell! !One hundred secrets and one sparse!
The fourth hour, the fifth hour, the sixth hour...
Clark was about to yawn, but Ian still didn't do anything, and his life was frighteningly dull.
Clark: ...wouldn't he be bored?
So, Ian stared at the gate in a daze, and Clark stared at Ian in a daze. If it wasn't for the occasional bullet screen of a bird acting as a "non-still picture" flying by in Clark's field of vision, I'm afraid people would think they were stuck together.
After much difficulty, Ian finally made a new move—he stood up and turned on the TV.
Clark was so touched that he couldn't be more moved: Woohoo, I can finally pass the time with something interesting, even if it's just watching TV shopping, can we stop being in a daze?I'm so bored that I'm growing mushrooms!
So he watched Ian start playing the American TV series - Black Robe Picket.
Ian: God knows what it will be like if Clark goes crazy. Read more related topics, preview in advance, and plan ahead.
Clark, who was forced to watch anti-British and American dramas: ...
Wait, the rating of this American TV series is below. It is forbidden to watch!And why do you like to watch black my subjects so much? I really thank you! !