Chapter 75 Fairy Tale

Jay grabbed a bulge on top of the Kryptonian ship with one hand from the outside, literally lifting it whole from its sunk deep bottom. The whole ship is like a giant whale with most of its body sunk in the bottom of the sea. The sand and dust rose like a smokescreen, and a thick fog instantly filled the entire space.

Jay lifted the boat steadily up, crashing straight into the rock formation above them. Fortunately, he had previously tested the strength of the ship's hull, knowing that it could fully withstand the impact of penetrating rock formations. The only two passengers on the ship were leaning against the wall in the cabin, and Sisko stared at the rock formations breaking open in front of their windshields, marveling at the rare sight.

And just as they drilled into the middle of the rock formation, a strange movement suddenly caught up from directly below and entered Jay's ear. He felt as if he had heard a low growl, and a loud noise of some kind of extremely large object suddenly burrowing out of the deep pit, and his body rubbed against the ground at high speed.

He could feel the rapid changes in the air flow in the lower layer, with the message that a dangerous pursuer was speeding up, and the high-speed movement of a huge body and the friction between the air flow and the rocks were clear and loud in his ears.

So he didn't hesitate, his figure suddenly accelerated, and the Krypton spacecraft in his hand was like a passenger car that stepped on the accelerator urgently. On the wall, his chest was almost suffocated.

"Why... did we speed up?"

While Sisko was struggling to ask questions under the pressure of acceleration, their spaceship had rushed out of the seabed rock formation at the high speed of Jay's instantaneous explosion, and it was like a big fish with steel and iron bones. But Jay still didn't mean to slow down, and even continued to accelerate his ascent. Long strings of air bubbles were dragged on each side of the black giant ship, making a grunting sound.

But the pursuers still did not give up. Jay took the time to glance back, almost subconsciously gasping for breath, and almost didn't drink a belly of seawater.

He saw a huge dark shadow, some kind of ancient, strong creature, using its head with dangerous red eyes to break through the rock formations on the seabed, and its long body rushing out of the hole, looking like a Fluttering dragon.

And whatever it is, its speed is clearly beyond the common sense of biology. Jay considered himself to be an anti-scientific existence, and the proof was that at this moment he was carrying an alien spacecraft that weighed tens of thousands of tons in one hand, soaring to the sea at supersonic speed. But this creature did not show weakness, its dark red eyes were locked on the boat, its rattan-like body twisted violently underwater, and its speed had a tendency to surpass them.

Although carrying a boat affected Jay's speed, it was also a high speed that no known aquatic animal could achieve, and the dragon-shaped creature was clearly able to swim faster than him.

"Damn it." He couldn't help cursing in a low voice, accidentally forgetting that he was on the bottom of the sea, and almost poured a mouthful of salty water.

Deep in the mountains, in the home of a carpenter.

The old carpenter's name was Sam Evans, an old man in his sixties with an amiable look. Carpentry is a craft that his family has inherited from generation to generation. He lost his wife at an early age and lived with his only daughter Lena for many years. Until one day a year ago, a man who called himself "Peter" appeared in this remote mountain village and asked him to give him a job. After that, "Peter" became part of the family.

Lena is obviously very close to "Peter", and the old carpenter seems to be very fond of this upright and capable boy, and is very willing to betroth his daughter to him. Although Lena is not a pretty girl, her eyes are clear and watery, revealing a pure and kind light, which is a quality that you can hardly find in a modern city.

An ordinary and old-fashioned story, old-fashioned like a fairy tale, but also a very happy fairy tale.

This is information that Bruce figured out in the first three minutes at the dinner table, which further confirms his suspicions. There is almost no doubt that "Peter" is Clark, but for some reason he has forgotten who he is, lost his extraordinary abilities, and is now just a rural kid living in a remote mountain area.

Bruce fell into a rare moment of hesitation, he didn't know what to do. Maybe he should figure out a way to bring Clark back - which shouldn't be too difficult considering he's just a helpless commoner now. He should take Clark back to the Batcave and give him a full body check, he has done quite a bit of research on Kryptonians, maybe he can find a way to restore Clark's memory and abilities.

But should he really do it?

Bruce frowned, raised his head and drank the brandy in the glass in front of him. There was chaos in his mind, only this time, the great Dark Knight had no plans.

The old carpenter noticed the abnormality of the foreign guest and took the initiative to say: "We don't often come to foreigners here, because this mountain is really not a tourist attraction."

He paused, then asked again, "You look quite rich, like a successful man from a big city. Is there any particular reason to be here?"

Bruce turned the empty glass in his hand, pondered for a while, and said, "It's just something."

The old man smiled slightly: "Look, I have never left this mountain in my life, I have no culture, and I don't know too much truth, but I understand people. I have seen many kinds of people. When a person has something on his mind, I You can see it."

"Let's talk about it, Bruce." "Peter" across the table also smiled. "Everyone is a friend. Even if we can't help much, at least we can all be listeners, and it will be a little better to say it."

Bruce's heart moved slightly, and he couldn't help but glance at him, those eyes were as blue and clear as he remembered. This silly boy has only known him for less than a day, but he has already acted like a close friend and started to call him by his first name. "Bruce," the name spewed out of his mouth as if taking Bruce back to years ago, back when they were still called "the best partner in the world."

"Fairy Wood"

Another dusty past was evoked by these simple three words, when the world had just realized the existence of Superman.

"This sucks, Bruce, it's not what I imagined."

The young Superman floated in the air of Gotham with an expression on his face like an aggrieved child. Batman squatted on the drip mouth two meters away from him, looking down at Gotham in the dark through the white eyepieces, the red and black capes dancing in the wind under the dark night.

Superman went on to complain: "Everyone, it's like the whole world is against me, it seems like I'm not doing everything right, even when I get down from a tree and hold a cat down, there are people pointing fingers at me."

"Because your very existence is a threat," Batman said quietly. "People hate a guy who is omnipotent and always overpowering them, especially politicians. You're making people nervous, which is unavoidable. Avoided."

"It's not just nervous." Superman shook his head, "I heard that almost every country in the world has set up relevant agencies against me, and they all regarded me as an imaginary enemy as soon as I appeared, as if I always have It's like turning the whole world upside down one day."

"Do you know?"

"I won't! Rao's on, of course I won't!" Superman exclaimed, "Tell me you're joking, Bruce."

Batman doesn't speak, and it's impossible to tell from the look on his face if he's joking.

Superman was a little discouraged: "You know what? I've begun to doubt my father's teachings. They think I must be here to have a special meaning, and I should stand up to inspire people and be a symbol to guide people in the direction. But honestly , now I don't think I can. Maybe humanity never needed a being like me, maybe I shouldn't be here at all."

"So will you give up?"

Superman bowed his head, was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "No."

"I think so," Batman said lightly, as if he had expected the answer.

Superman was silent for a while, then added: "But it's not that I haven't thought about it...if I've never had this ability, if I'm just an ordinary person who can't hear everyone's crying and screaming, can To have an ordinary job, love, have a family...how nice would that be. Do you understand, Bruce?"

"Of course." Batman's eyes are still overlooking the city under the night, and countless Gothic buildings are like jagged ghosts, "I can."

Right now, at the table.

Bruce stared at the still clear blue eyes for a while before he looked away and replied, "I'm here to find a friend."

"Have you found it?" asked the old carpenter.

"No, no," he said, glancing at "Peter" involuntarily, "Looks like I'm looking in the wrong place."