Let's start with you Martha!

Jonathan called the police, near dusk.

The Smallville police came to the door and made up the transcript. Bob and Jonathan, the town sheriff with a few police officers, were high school classmates.

"Bob, have you caught the murderer?" Jonathan asked.

"Unfortunately, we found Catherine's body in Catherine's antique shop, but the money was not found. The murderer may have transferred the money."

Facing his old classmate and the clue provider, Bob did not refuse to disclose.

"We squatted there for a long time. The murderer may have escaped, and no suspicious person was found in the town. Catherine's daughter Tina disappeared inexplicably. We suspect that she may have been killed as well your wife Martha should not have met Catherine."

Bob frowned, thinking of the bizarre bank robbery, muttering in his mouth.

"Those agents who can disguise themselves as real people, do they really exist?"

Jonathan couldn't say anything, sent Bob away, turned around, and said to his wife and sons with a sigh.

"It's bad news, the police rushed to nothing."

"This may also be a good thing."

Martha said worriedly: "Tina has special abilities, and pistols can't subdue her. If you really meet her, Bob and the others will probably be in danger."

David and Clark weren't surprised, they didn't expect the police to catch Tina.

The sun was setting, the sky was covered with stars, darkness was covering the farm, the cold wind was blowing, and the wheat fields were low.

Under the eye-catching lights, David and Clark stood at the door of the house on the left and on the right.

Guaranteed that if Tina came to attack, they would be the first target.

Even if she went around from behind, she couldn't escape David's extraordinary hearing.

"She'd better not wait to come to take revenge tonight."

David looked into the distance, and his voice was like the cold wind whistling in front of the door, with a sense of coldness.

Tina wants to play Catherine and live a normal life in order to avoid attracting the attention of the police. She hasn't shown up in the town for some time, and she probably knows what happened. It's not difficult to think of who called the police.

There are only a thousand days to catch a thief, but there is no reason for a thousand days to prevent a thief.

"According to the forensic inference, Aunt Catherine may have fallen down the stairs and died accidentally after hitting her head..."

Clark hesitated while trying to scan the surroundings with super vision.

"What do you want to say?"

David heard that he hadn't finished speaking.

Looking back at his parents sitting in the living room, Clark could not bear it and lowered his voice.

"Tina, leave it to me to deal with it later, and I will subdue her."

Tina came to attack their parents, and the coldness on his brother was heavier than the last time he faced Greg who died at his hands.

He didn't want David to get blood on his hands again, so he couldn't turn back.

"What about after that?"

Although it was an old-fashioned question, Clark took the trouble to persuade him, and David crossed his arms, but he was not angry.

"I've figured out a way."

Clark raised his eyebrows with a slightly smug expression: "How I can subdue the bad guys without worrying about my identity and ability being revealed by the other party."

"Oh?"

David was a little surprised.

He took out a woven blue hood from his pocket, checked that there was no one around, and put it around his head several times, covering his entire face, leaving only two eyes exposed.

"Can you still recognize who I am? David."

Clark deliberately lowered his voice and said in a low voice.

"A robber who is going to rob a bank?"

David rolled his eyelids.

The Son of Krypton finally moved his head and thought of the trick of wearing a hood to hide his identity, but this outfit is just like a bank robber with no gun in his hand.

"This is the inspiration I got from the comics."

Clark, who was being ridiculed, was not discouraged, and he found a solution to the problem that had been confusing him and said it seriously.

"I can't make them not reveal my ability, but I can make them think that someone unknown has subdued them! So don't make a move for a while, lest our parents find out about your abilities."

Clark thought that this problem was solved, and his brother would say that there is no reason to completely shut up others by turning people into vegetative states and killing people again.

But the naive Son of Krypton doesn't know that David has other reasons for doing that.

rustle!

Clark was convincing David, a slender and pretty black-haired figure came from a distance, huddled and hugged her arms, her face was red from the cold, like someone who had run away from home after a big fight with their parents and was looking for a safe haven With a pitiful appearance, she hesitated and walked over.

"Clark, David, why are you standing outside?"

"Lana?"

Clark turned his head and saw the person he had a crush on suddenly appear at the door of the house, very surprised.

"Wait a minute, how did you recognize me?"

He touched his face, obviously wearing a hood.

"Your clothes, your height—the most important thing is that you stand beside David."

In the cold wind, Lana's eyes were red as if she had just cried, her voice was slightly hoarse, and her tone was low.

Clark froze for a moment, forgetting about it.

"What happened, why do you look like this, Lana?"

When he found tears in the corners of his crush's eyes, his face changed slightly.

After looking Lana up and down with a cold face, David secretly gave an elbow to the idiot who forgot about other fools when he saw Lana.

"Did you forget something, Clark?"

Clark, who was about to step forward, finally remembered that the person in front of him was not sure if it was Lana, and he quickly opened his super vision.

"Clark, my aunt thinks I should give Whitney another chance. I had a fight with my aunt. I have nowhere to go. Can I stay at your house?" 'Lana' said as if she was about to cry again and was about to step forward.

"Stop!"

Clark stretched out his hand, saw a green skeleton, and said angrily, "Don't try to lie to me, you're not Lana!"

"What are you talking about, Clark, who am I if I'm not Lana?"

'Lana's words were full of doubts and grievances.

David's eyes turned cold, ready to strike at any time.

"Tina, it's still not too late for you to turn yourself in."

Seeing the tears in the eyes of his crush looking at him with grievances, Clark bit his lips as if in a dream, biting his lips and saying in a low voice.

Jonathan and Martha in the house noticed that the two sons blocked 'Lana' from the door. He picked up the shotgun vigilantly and kept his wife behind.

"You have ruined my life. I wanted your family to die one by one at the hands of those closest to you, full of shock, doubt, and pain."

When her identity was suspected, Tina shrank her pupils and looked at the people outside the house. Brothers, and the couple in the house, her voice sounded shrill as if it came from hell.

The flesh and bones changed for a while, returning to their original appearance.

"How did you recognize me?"

She wondered why the Kents might know someone who could disguise themselves, but why did Clark recognize her just by looking at her?

"Is Aunt Catherine's death an accident or did you do it?"

Clark naturally didn't answer but stepped forward to ask.

"Although it's less fun to be seen through, it doesn't prevent me from killing you. Let's start with you, Martha!"

When her mother's death was mentioned, an angry Tina looked past the two of them and stared at Martha. Cracking the grass, leaping to crash into the house, trying to kill Martha.