1novels Chapter 116 Eden 04
Chapter 116 Eden 04
Thus, Clark and Ian's alien cohabitation began.
Although generally speaking, they got along quite happily, but Ian's various underground mansion operations that made Clark's eyes dark were still indispensable.
For example, he never paid for anything, and bought zero yuan with a blank face, which made the shopkeeper stunned. Clark had to bow his head and apologize for a minute.
For example, when I was eating, I often couldn't control my strength enough to bite a gap in the knife and fork, and Clark spent half a month's salary on buying new tableware.
For example, he never sleeps, and when Clark suddenly woke up in the middle of the night and saw Ian standing silently by the bed and looking down at him, he almost went into cardiopulmonary arrest on the spot.
For example, he basically has no common sense. Just yesterday, he allowed a mouse to rush out of which sewer into his house, and watched it gnaw on the table legs without expression, until Clark found out about this problem. After explaining why mice cannot be allowed into the house, Ian nodded to express his understanding.
——then a dart directly nailed the mouse to the wooden floor, with such force that it almost chopped it into a lump of unknown organic objects, and Clark spent more than an hour cleaning up the mush on the floor.
The bloody scene made Clark's pupils tremble with fear, for fear that someone who suddenly broke in at this time would think that the two of them were scumbags who abused animals.
"We have power far beyond the creatures on Earth..." Clark packed up the corpse and said helplessly, "But we have to control this power. Even if we don't use this power to help others, at least we don't want to hurt others."
Ian lowered his colorful eyes, thought for a moment in silence, and nodded.
It is precisely because of these incidents in life that Clark can only keep teaching Ian "little tricks for aliens to integrate into life on Earth", teaching him how to behave like a normal human being, at least not so full of inhumans feel.
He was a little worried that Ian would have some rebellious mentality, such as "Why should I pretend to be them and blend in with them, who are obviously better than them?" But he was relieved that Ian had no such thoughts at all.
It was as if he was following an order, and Clark did what he said.
For example, he obviously didn't need to eat. Clark could see that the food disappeared shortly after entering his body, as if a black hole was connected to his stomach, and no food was converted into energy and integrated into his body. .But Ian still eats with Clark every day, never just because he doesn't need to.
He doesn't need sleep either, but Clark still has to sleep for a while every night, so Ian also sleeps with him after being educated-of course, Clark knows that he is completely pretending to sleep.
Clark taught Ian everything, and this feeling of being too smooth made Clark feel unbelievable and even a little uneasy.
——Ian's external feeling is too serious, he is more like a sophisticated machine than a living life.
This makes Clark feel like he's just rewriting instructions to a machine, not teaching an alien how to live on Earth.
In fact, these are nothing, but just differences between races, and Clark understands this very well.
Although sometimes, this characteristic of Ian really gave him a splitting headache.
until one day……
……
"I see that you are quite interested in desserts, so I bought this for you!" Clark smiled happily, and handed the ice cream cone in his hand to Ian, trying to complete the food feeding of the alien cubs on the earth , "This store is owned by an Italian, so I think it should be more authentic Italian ice cream? They call this Gelato, and the taste is very dense..."
Ian took the ice cream and took a bite.
Hmm, the taste is really dense.
Of course...he can only taste the texture. As for the taste, everything he eats tastes the same, it's no different from plain water.
"Is it delicious?" Clark looked at him expectantly, his blue eyes seemed to be shining with light.
Ian glanced at him, paused, and finally nodded as usual.
Clark was very happy. Although he didn't make the ice cream at all, he was just a porter, but he was still very happy.
"This store is not far from where I work. If you like, I can buy it for you every day... well, but eating sweets often is not good for your teeth." Clark was in high spirits, but thinking that children are prone to tooth decay, he also A little discouraged, he was talking to himself, and suddenly had a new idea: "Speaking of which, Ian, will your race have racial memories stored in genetic material? I mean, what is your level of knowledge?"
This determines whether he needs to go to school or not.
Ian nodded: "Yes."
He has inherited almost all the knowledge of a group whose technological level is far beyond that of the earth. To him, the civilization of the earth is like a toddler.
"Oh, that's the best situation." Clark silently added a message to the Gestalt race in his heart, "Then what are your plans for the future?"
Clark actually probably knew what the answer to that question would be.
During this period of getting along with Ian, he has already discovered that Ian basically has no opinions.Generally, what Clark says, he does. If Clark doesn't tell him anything, then he will most likely stay where he is.
Of course, Ian would not answer the answer of "bad performance". He was about to say something when he suddenly turned his head slightly and looked to the other side of the street.
--dangerous.
He is innately alert to danger, whether it be directed against him or not.
I saw a man wearing a helmet and riding a motorcycle roaring over there, grabbed the bag of a passerby woman on the side of the road, and rushed out!
The woman whose bag was robbed by the speeding party was stunned for a moment, and immediately shouted: "Someone robbed the bag!!"
This sudden incident surprised passers-by.
... Wow, that's a rare thing.In this city of tomorrow, because of Superman's watch, general petty theft and robbery are less likely to happen.
Could this biker be from Gotham?
Uh, wait, wait, stereotypes are not acceptable, Gotham now has their own gods and has been reformed!
...In fact, this biker is really from Gotham.
Three years ago, he was also a well-known street hero in Gotham, and he was the spokesperson of the local simple folk customs.
One day, he had a sudden whim and wanted to make some money, so he snatched a bag from a woman who looked stupid and had a lot of money on the street.
... Who knew that the woman turned out to be a believer of the Secret Star Church!Before he had time to escape from that street, the retribution had already arrived, and he immediately realized what it meant to be suppressed by the iron fist from the eye of the secret star.
——First of all, his motorcycle suddenly turned off inexplicably.
He jumped off the motorcycle in a panic, and was about to walk out a wide road with his own legs, but before he had taken two steps, he tripped over his left leg and fell to his right leg, and broke his calf.
So he entered the prison with his swollen legs, settled several old accounts together, and was released after three years of tears behind bars.
The first thing he did when he was released was to continue the simple folk customs, but he was stunned by the buildings with church elements and surrounding artworks all over the street, as well as the ubiquitous Mystery believers.
...No, it's only been three years, why has Gotham become so strange? !
In the next few days of his life, he had to admit painfully that Gotham was no longer pristine.
There is no way, as a person who once offended the Church of the Secret Star, he could only move away from Gotham with his nose and tears. On the train leaving Gotham, he turned his head and glanced at the place he was once very familiar with. Seeing the dome of the Mystery Church not far away in the city that is so unfamiliar at this moment, I cried even more sadly.
Before leaving, he asked others: "Do you know any city that doesn't believe in the secret star?"
The person being asked touched his chin and said seriously, "It's a metropolis."
Metropolises have their own gods, after all.
Biker: Alright, then it's up to you, Metropolis!
After coming to the metropolis, the suffocated bikers decided to go back to their old business, make some money first, and drink a lot before talking!
Haha, sure enough, it's cool to change to a city that doesn't believe in secret stars very much. The first time I grabbed a bag, I succeeded!
……
Clark also looked in the direction of the sudden incident.
... Someone snatched the bag?
But before he had time to do anything, Ian suddenly raised his hand and threw out the crispy cone that had already eaten the ice cream.
The crispy cone was like an extremely sharp shuttle, turning into a beam of light that couldn't even see the shadow, and rushed straight towards the oncoming speeding party. It was just a blink of an eye, a simple street robbery The severity of the case suddenly escalated——
Under the shocked eyes of everyone, the speeding gang was pierced into his chest by a cone, his eyes hidden under the helmet were wide open, and before the pain could even reach his brain, he was already blown away by this huge force. It flew into the air and flew more than ten meters away.
Then he fell heavily on the ground and rolled several times.
The cone fell to the ground, blood splashed on the asphalt road, and the bag that was snatched continued to rush forward along with the motorcycle, hit the electric pole with a bang, and sparks exploded everywhere. The utility poles that were slowly falling to the ground caused passers-by to scream and run in all directions.
After the biker fell to the ground, he didn't even have time to let out a scream, and it became silent.
"Ah! Killing—!"
"Help me!!"
Clark was stunned.
He hurriedly ran to the biker who had fallen to the ground, and checked his condition.
A blood hole the size of a baby's fist was drilled out of his chest by Ian's cone, and blood was bubbling out right now, staining the ground red.At least twenty bones on his body were broken. If it wasn't for the fact that he was wearing a helmet that covered his face and protected his head, he might have died on the spot.
But even so, he basically had only his last breath left. The severe concussion made him faint on the spot. At this time, he was already breathing in less and exhaling more.
It all happened so fast.
Most people couldn't even see Ian's movements clearly, and of course they didn't know what he did at all, but Clark saw the whole process clearly.
He raised his head in astonishment to look at Ian who was still standing not far away.
The latter is still expressionless at the moment, standing quietly by the side of the road. Apart from his seeming indifference, he looks harmless to humans and animals.
However, it was such a child who almost killed a person with every gesture.
Clark suddenly remembered the scenes that happened in the Fortress of Solitude, the animals and plants that were frightened by Ian's presence, and the results of the tests——
This child is undoubtedly a hunter standing at the top of the food chain.
……
The unlucky speeding party was quickly taken to the hospital.
He was very lucky, Ian didn't kill him. Except for more than 20 broken bones and some seemingly serious traumas, his internal organs were not damaged too much, so he barely saved his life.
When Clark looked away from the ambulance in the distance, he turned his head and saw Ian standing behind him holding a cone.
Clark swallowed the words that came to his lips, and said instead: "...Where did you get another ice cream? Wait, Ian, didn't I tell you that you can't take things from the store without paying ?!"
Ian paused and said, "I didn't."
His voice was very calm, and he was completely stating the facts without emotion, and he couldn't even hear the slightest hint of grievance.He continued: "This is the one you gave me."
Clark: ...?
Wait, is this the cone he threw out as a weapon just now? ?
This thing made a bloody hole and dropped it on the road, why do you want to pick it up again!
Clark put on a pain mask, quickly grabbed the cone from Ian's hand, and stuffed it into the trash can next to him.
After stuffing it in, he suddenly realized, if the biker failed to survive, would this cone be considered a murder weapon?Does this count as assisting the murderer in burying the murder weapon?
...Forget it, it doesn't matter, if he is one second late, the murder weapon will be buried in another way!