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Could it be that this painting depicts Gotham City's "Arkham Sanatorium"? !

Many thoughts flashed through Lana's mind, and sweat dripped from her forehead.

Staring at the paintings in front of her gave her a feeling of staring at the abyss, and the abyss was also staring at her.

Fear, weird, and indescribable horror in the darkness.

The soul seems to be extracted by these strange paintings, and the spirit seems to be contaminated with something indescribable out of thin air.

"Lana Blue?"

A voice brought her back from her trance.

Lana, who was withdrawn from her strange consciousness, turned her head in surprise and found Eric standing behind her and frowning at her.

"Eric!"

Exclaimed, she immediately realized her gaffe, and immediately apologized to Eric, "Hold... I'm sorry, Eric, Mrs. Kent asked me to come to your room to find you, I kept the door open, thinking You're in there..."

Chapter 19: The Road Not Envisioned by the Super Brain

"...What's up?"

For the goddess of the cheap big brother, Eric has a general impression.

It's not personal disgust, but simply dislikes this kind of love-minded woman who often shows a melancholy expression.

"..."

Lana hesitated for a moment, not knowing how to speak.

"These paintings were all drawn by you, Eric?"

After thinking about it, I decided to start the topic with these shocking paintings in front of me.

"It seems that there is no such kind of ambiguous painting on the market at present." Eric replied lightly.

These paintings are boring works in his spare time.

It is estimated that when he used "Crayola" crayons to describe the explosion of Clark's hometown as a child, he awakened his talent for painting.

As the progress of his "Motherlander" template continues to unblock, not only has his body changed, but his spiritual power has gradually become different from ordinary people.

Feelings of nothingness, even emptiness, self-doubt keep coming.

Not only does the strength increase, but the spirit also continues to grow.

The expansion of spiritual power began to spread to the abyss like deep space and deep sea, consciousness entered a new realm, and kept sneaking into those dark and indescribable existences.

It's not the bizarre changes in the mental world like a neurotic, but it is beyond the scope of ordinary people, and the spiritual power has changed to a higher level.

I don't know if Clark's "super brain" feels like this. For Eric, in addition to enhancing his memory and mental agility, the most important thing is to allow him to think from a higher perspective. this world.

Although it was just a vague, inexplicable feeling.

So Eric used his perverted mental power and his heart filled with "darkness" to start drawing those dark existences in his mind.

The strong unknown and terrifying, vast and irrational style of these works is very similar to the Cthulhu myth that he liked in his previous life.

Not only did he draw "Cthulhu-like" paintings, he also wrote a lot of "Cthulhu-like" texts.

Of course, it is not a complete copy of the "Myth of Cthulhu" from the previous life, but the use of his own perception beyond ordinary people, combined with the DC world he is in, to create obscure words.

Eric didn't know much about the DC world in his previous life, but he knew that there was some connection between the DC world and the "Cthulhu Mythology".

For example, the Arkham Asylum in Gotham City has many connections with the Arkham Town and Mary Asylum that often appear in the Klein.

The "Carrathan" and "Fisherman" in Aquaman Atlantis are all creatures that have appeared in the Cthulhu mythology.

Eric, who had a bad taste, when writing the myth of Cthulhu, which does not exist in this world, appropriately modified and added elements such as Gotham, Arkham, Karason, and mermaid, forming a unique style of " Cthulhu-like Mythology".

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"No...just think it's amazing! It's like some kind of art, even though my art appreciation level is average, it still feels amazing."

Looking at the painting on the wall, Lana sincerely praised.

Although I was influenced by the paintings at first, I broke out in a cold sweat after being immersed in consciousness, but when I woke up, I felt that these paintings had a strange beauty.

As if something indescribable and mind-shattering was drawing him into these imaginary worlds of mortal danger.

"Thank you for your compliment, but these are all graffiti illustrations. If they are artworks, they are probably the kind of artwork that is cheap to the bottom."

Eric didn't take what the other party said to heart.

"Illustration? That is to say... Eric, are you planning to create such a world with words?"

Lana asked in surprise.

In her impression, Eric, as Clark's younger brother, has completely different personalities.

Clark is innocent, polite and warm-hearted, while Eric is icy inhumane.

Unexpectedly, Eric, who was originally indifferent and alienated, not only has such a high talent for painting, but also has a talent for writing.

"The draft is there, if you're interested, you can take it back. But—best not to lose it."

Eric pointed to the printed draft on the bookshelf.

While being polite, it also expresses the meaning of seeing off guests.

His own cheap big brother has been standing outside for a while.

If he doesn't let Lana out again, Clark will probably be unable to stop thinking about it again.

Although he didn't mind letting Clark sleep all night, considering the trouble he might cause him, he rudely asked him to leave.

Listening to Eric's cold words, Lana was a little frustrated.

My original purpose was to talk to Eric about Jeremy last night, but I didn't expect to be expelled now.

With a complicated mood, he walked to the bookshelf, picked up the manuscript on it, and said to Eric jokingly, "Aunt Neil knows some people from the publishing house, and these manuscripts may have a chance to be published."

"Maybe."

Eric's tone was calm, with an expression he didn't care much about.

Seeing Eric's still unchanged expression, Lana felt a serious sense of frustration in her heart.

After a few chats, he said goodbye to Eric, "I think I have to go. If I go out for too long, Nell may send a search and rescue team to find me."

When she got to the door, she seemed to remember something.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to face Eric, "About yesterday, I want to say...Thank you!"

After he finished speaking, he turned and left without waiting for Eric to react.

Leaving Eric, who still maintains his poker face, remains in place.

With his arms on his chest, he became interested in the publication of what Lana said.

Although I have no interest in becoming a writer, if I can publish a book, I might be able to use this method to wash my money.

This will explain to Jonathan and Martha how their money is legally earned.

After thinking about how to use the book to launder money for a while, Eric raised his head and said to the outside: "Clark, I know you are outside, come in."

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open, and Clark walked in with a slightly embarrassed expression.

"Eric, sorry, I didn't eavesdrop on purpose, but since yesterday, my hearing has been enhanced a lot, and I can always hear some sounds that I shouldn't hear."

Clark, who felt that eavesdropping was a bit shameful, explained to Eric.

"It's ok."

Eric didn't care about Clark's eavesdropping. "When I first discovered my hearing and could hear sounds from miles away, I couldn't control it either. Adapting to my body is a process."

Clark pursed his lips, trying to say something.

Due to the big fight at the ball, he is still a little embarrassed when facing Eric.

After a moment of silence, he asked Eric, "Eric, Jeremy's death... did you do it?"

Chapter 20 Named Stupid Virus

"Does it matter? Clark."

Eric's expression was calm. "It's over, so don't bother with the so-called details. This won't bring you any positive benefits, whether in terms of emotions or interests."

Clark frowned slightly, "Even if Jeremy made a big mistake, Eric, he should be handed over to the law for trial."

"That's true in theory, but it's never that simple, Clark. The French writer Frances once said: Under its noble law, the law prohibits both the rich and the poor from sleeping under bridges and begging in the streets. Same loaf of bread as stealing. But looking at the real world we live in, it's magically cute."

Eric continues to use his own way and Clark "rhetoric".

"And, if I don't deal with him, it's Lana who's hurting. What would you do if it was you, Clark?"

Hearing Eric talking about Lana, Clark's expression changed slightly.

"You mean... Jeremy wanted to hurt Lana?"

He suddenly remembered Lana's thanks to Eric just now.

Is it because of this that Lana thanked Eric?

In an instant, I thought of many Clarks, and a little doubt rose in my heart.

Have you really misunderstood Eric?

Eric had hinted to Chloe that Jeremy was the murderer before, and now he saved Lana.

It seems... Eric is not as bad as he thought.

"You can ask Lana, I think the intimacy between the two of you must be better than that between us."

After Eric finished speaking, he pointed to the mountains of books and papers on the desk, "I have to get some things done. If you have nothing else to do, Clark, you can leave."

Clark rubbed his nose, trying to say something,

But seeing Eric sitting down with his back to him, he still swallowed what he wanted to say.

Before leaving, he glanced at the strange painting on the wall.

Lana said that these paintings are full of art, why don't she feel it?

Do you really have no artistic cells? !

There was a sense of frustration in Clark's heart.

"Wait, Clark!"

Clark, who was just about to leave, was suddenly stopped by Eric.

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"This thing is useless in my hand, maybe you need it more than me, take it!"

Eric handed him a small lead box as he spoke.

"This is...?"

Clark took the lead box suspiciously.

"Open it and see."

Clark did not suspect him, and slowly opened the lead box.

A dazzling green light came out of the box!

At the same time, the body seemed to receive some kind of signal, and the feeling of weakness and even bursts of tingling came up.

"This is...? Lana's necklace!"

Looking at the green stone decorated as a necklace, Clark ignored the strangeness of his body and showed a very surprised expression.

He was tied to the cross by Whitney's use of this necklace to weaken his ability.

I thought that when Eric was saving himself, he threw the necklace away, but he didn't expect the other party to keep it.

"why...?"

"Why give it to you now?"

Eric's tone still sounded no emotional change, "Seeing that your date has been going around in circles, because I can't tolerate people who are too stupid around, otherwise they will be infected with a virus called 'stupid', so I give you Necklace, is this a reason?!"