Chapter 10 Confession

"Now, behind the reporter is the Metropolis underground mall where the incident occurred. The crisis has been dealt with now - thanks to the unparalleled efficiency of the relevant departments. According to sources, the incident was an explosion caused by a gas leak. The details are official. Not yet revealed, but all trapped citizens have been rescued..."

Jay sat on the sofa at his house, watching the beautiful reporter on the TV broadcast this long list of credible news without changing his face, except for the words "an accident in the underground mall". I cannot help but admire the psychological quality of today's media workers.

But he is almost used to it. Since the establishment of the world federal government, nonsense has become a new job for the media. Although there have always been voices of opposition, it is clear that people's unprecedented desire for life safety has overwhelmed others after the doomsday catastrophe. Most of the people finally accepted all their needs.

Unsurprisingly, the news of the underground mall accident did not mention anything about the two-tall, maddened monster. While Jay was bored watching the nutritious follow-up reports, Mrs Reynolds' voice came from the study. Come out.

"Jay! Come here," she called.

"Okay, go right away."

Jay put down the remote control, got up, and went into the study. The Reynolds were sitting side by side on the sofa in the study, with a chair in front of it that looked like it was for Jay. This made him involuntarily think of the structure of the interrogation room in the movie where the suspect was interrogated, and he couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

But the conversation was also expected - considering what they had just been through. He had made up several reasons for returning to the underground mall on his own at the time, wondering which one to use as he pulled out his chair and sat down.

After the couple looked at each other, Mr Reynolds spoke first: "Jay, we...we got it."

"Know?" Jay was taken aback. "Know what?"

"About. We both survived unscathed."

Jay was startled. He did think about the possibility of his ability being discovered by his parents, but he never expected that this conversation would take place in such a strange atmosphere. He can't sit still and asks, "Are you sure you're saying 'different' as I thought? Because you two don't look...like that shocking reaction. ."

The Reynolds looked at each other again, and then Mrs Reynolds said, "That's because we found out."

"I found out long ago?" Jay was a little surprised. He still felt that he had done an excellent job of keeping secrets, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated when he heard this, "When?"

"Just about a year and a half after taking you back from the orphanage," said Mrs Reynolds. "It's pretty impressive that you can keep it a secret for so long. You'd be surprised how hard it is for a child to keep a secret from his parents."

Jay was disappointed and said, "Well, then why didn't you say it? Or tell any relevant agency? You...Aren't you afraid?"

Mrs Reynolds smiled. "What nonsense. You are our son, and nothing can change that."

"And we chose to believe you," said Mr Reynolds, "your mother and I are both Metropolitan natives, and we have seen Superman appear in this city, and no one knows that better than a Metropolis native. What the 'S' stands for here. He disappeared six years ago, and you showed up with the same extraordinary abilities as him. We all want to believe that your presence means something special."

Jay pointed to himself in disbelief. "You mean, wish I could take his place? Superman?"

"We didn't expect you to do anything, Jay," MMrsReynolds said. "We just thought maybe your presence at this very moment was on purpose."

Mr Reynolds said: "Your mother and I want you to be what you want, and we couldn't be more satisfied as parents. But in the underground mall, when you told us there was something we had to do, we guessed it. You might have to help people and make a difference with your abilities. At that time, we all saw the heart of a hero increasing, and we were all very relieved."

Jay pondered for a while, then said, "I just did it because I was capable; I just didn't think I could walk away like that."

Mr Reynolds smiled: "Heroes are as simple as that, boy. I used to be very similar when I was young, and whenever I saw something was wrong, I felt it was my duty to expose it. I challenged Been through a lot of dignitaries and been through a lot of dangerous moments. But look, I look back now, and it was such an honour; I cut up every single article I've ever written, and to me, they were proof that I was A medal for a lifetime of achievement."

Jay smiled. "I remember; I saw them."

"That's a thing of the past," muttered Mrs Reynolds. "Why do you talk about it all those years ago? Look what the reports you've been writing over the years? Pet grooming? Life tips? "

Mr Reynolds sighed but did not refute, as if he had been stabbed in a sore spot.

"Um...I appreciate your teaching me; Ido," Jay said, "but I don't think I can be like Superman."

Mrs Reynolds smiled slightly, reached out, stroked his head lightly, and said, "It doesn't matter, no matter what choices you make in the future, we have confidence in you. After all, you are the best and always have been. "

This moment, elsewhere.

It's a place where you can't tell where you are because it's so dark; you can't help but wonder how dark corners of the earth can be. It was pitch black all around, and gusts of gloomy wind blew from the depths. The only light came from a few substantial display screens arranged in a ring. At the same time, it illuminated a black outline in front of the computer, which seemed to be the only light in the absolute darkness—a living person.

And all the computers in front of him had a frontal photo of Jay Reynolds.

"Are you sure it's this kid?" The black figure asked with his chin resting on his hands.

"I'm sure." The voice of the huntress came through the communication channel. "I have a good memory, you know."

"Did you tell anyone else?"

"No," she said. "You're the only one I notified."

"The right choice."

The two spoke after that, and the communication channel fell into a slightly awkward silence that lasted about twenty or thirty seconds. The black figure in front of the computer just stared at Jay on the screen as if to read some certain information from his eyes.

"So," the huntress broke the silence, "what are you going to do with him? What if he's a Kryptonian?"

The black figure was silent for a long time and began to tap the desktop of the computer table with his knuckles.

"I'm still thinking about it," he said.