Eric stepped up the stairs while taking advantage of the darkness.

There is a crescent moon hanging in the sparse sky, and the air is fresh, which is suitable for going out for a walk.

On the second floor of the barn near the east is Clark's "secret base", and other places are full of debris.

Eric walked to the box, and on the top was a shattered photo frame.

Picking up the broken photo frame, Eric stared at the photos inside.

The photo was taken by a family of four in front of the corn pile in front of the farm.

Eric stood on Jonah's left, Clark stood on Jonathan's right, and his mother, who was slightly shorter, stood in front of the three.

Jonathan and Martha both smiled and faced the camera. Clark had one hand behind his back, the other on his waist, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

And he was staring at the camera lens with a cold expression.

Such a photo with a sense of the times made him a little trance.

When was this photo taken?

Did you and Clark take this photo when they were just entering high school?

But why does it feel like so long has passed?

Staring at the photo in the broken glass frame, Eric fell into deep thought.

He was in the middle of his thoughts when he heard footsteps outside.

Eric put down the frame,

It was discovered that Jonathan and Martha had entered the barn.

Eric, who saw the two coming in, let the night hide his figure.

"We've paid off the bank's loan, and these things don't have to worry about being taken away."

Jonathan looked at the glove box in front of him and said with some emotion: "It's all thanks to Eric."

"Yes, Eric always reassures us that he is a good boy."

Martha said to her husband: "Aren't you worried before? You are the third generation of this farm, and Eric and Clark will be the fourth generation. You were worried at that time, and the fourth generation farmer would Eric or Clark? I'll tell you, they're all going to college and leaving town one day, they don't belong on the farm."

Martha burst into tears as she spoke, "I knew they would leave us one day, but I didn't expect Clark to leave town now. I don't know if he's willing to come back, I don't know why life should So unfair to us..."

Seeing his wife's gaffe, Jonathan came over and put his arms around her. "That's life, Martha, we have to learn to adapt. Do you remember the day we learned we couldn't have children?"

With tears in his eyes, Jonathan comforted Martha, "You hold my hand so I don't have to worry, you said happy days will come. You're right, Martha, we do have happy days, and Eric and Clark together. Although Clark is not here now, I promise that happy days will come back."

Eric, who was hiding behind a storage box, had a complicated expression listening to the words about his father and mother.

His hands rubbed the broken mirror frame in his hands, and many mixed emotions poured out of his heart.

And the metropolis at this time.

In the five-star hotel, Clark tossed and turned in a luxurious bed and couldn't sleep.

Even though it was the most expensive bed, he still felt less comfortable than the one on the farm.

He got up and walked to the phone, picked up the handset, hesitated, and finally dialed the familiar number.

The call sounded, and Clark held the receiver hesitantly, wanting to hear the other party's voice, but was a little scared.

He was caught in such an ambivalence.

After a few seconds on the phone, no one answered the farm.

Clark hung up the phone.

Although I was glad that my parents and Eric didn't answer the phone, there was a faint sense of loss in my heart.

…

The next day, early in the morning.

Clark lowered his head and used the hotel elevator to go upstairs.

His mood didn't improve at all because of the night's sleep.

With his head down, his head was like a mess, and the conversation scene with Eric yesterday reappeared in his mind over and over again.

Is that really the life you want to choose?

"Ding!"

While thinking about something in my mind, the elevator door suddenly opened, and a familiar figure appeared outside the elevator.

Chloe was standing outside the elevator with a bag, and when he saw Clark, his eyes lit up immediately and he ran into the elevator.

"Hey Clark! I finally found you!"

Chloe made a surprised voice, "I'm doing an internship at the Daily Planet, and Mr. Lionel provided an internship opportunity. I've investigated a lot of hotels and finally found you!"

Facing Chloe's surprise and excitement, Clark seemed calm.

"Chloe, you shouldn't be here."

"I think you need help, Clark."

"I don't need anyone's help! Who else knows I'm here but you."

Clark took a step closer to Chloe with a bad expression.

"No, nobody else knows, I'm tight-lipped, Clark, but we need to talk."

Facing Clark, who had a fierce expression on his face, Chloe took a step back.

"unnecessary."

Clark shook his head, waited until the elevator reached the floor where he wanted to stay, and walked out directly.

Chloe immediately caught up.

"I don't know what happened, but when you came to the Met, it was like a whole other person, Clark."

"Maybe this is the real me."

Clark said without changing his face.

"Really? If so, I prefer Clark on that farm."

Chloe kept up with each other's footsteps while talking.

"Crack".

The electronic door lock was activated and Clark entered his room.

Chloe also followed into the room, looking at the luxurious decoration in the room with a surprised expression.

"How can you afford such a rich room, Clark?"

Clark rolled up his sleeves. "Hmm, what do you want to do? Report it out in your column? No wonder you said you'd keep it a secret for me."

"I kept a secret for you because you asked me to. Clark, I hope you can calm down and go home, there are still people waiting for you in town, Eric, your parents, Lana..."

Faced with Chloe's barrage of words, Clark interrupted her impatiently, "I've wiped the town out of my mind."

"Really? Then why are you still wearing your school ring? Why are you staying at the Metropolis because you want someone to find you!"

"I don't want to discuss this with you right now, now, immediately, get me out of here!"

Clark felt a little distracted, and the burning marks in his chest were aching.

Chloe felt that Clark in front of him was unreasonable, and his anger welled up, "Clarke, you are not being forced to exile, you are evading problems, you are not upright at all, you cowardly coward!"

Clark, who was scolded by Chloe, became more and more painful in his chest, and his emotions broke out uncontrollably.

Grabbing Chloe's collar with one hand, he pushed her outward.

"Get out, Chloe!"

"If you tell anyone here, I'll stay away from Metropolis so no one can find it!"

"Get out!"

Facing Clark's shoving and rude actions, Chloe did not resist, but just stepped back under Clark's shoving while staring at him coldly.

"Clark, I now know what kind of person you are!"

After Chloe left, Clark couldn't hold back his bad mood any longer. He aimed at the coffee table in front of him and punched it.

"Whoa-"

The glass coffee table in front of him shattered immediately, and the glass shards splashed everywhere in the room.

A thought that had been hesitant before, now he has made a decision.

He's going to do something bigger!

It is no longer a simple act of making money like robbing a bank, but a means that can bring more money and vent its violence than that.

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Town Demon Museum. A copy of the Sili school captain suppressing demons, and you can be healthy if you like it.

Chapter 130 I want to be the strongest super criminal

Night came unexpectedly.

Clark roars down the road in a black Pagani.

The unbridled roar of the engine caught the attention of pedestrians on the street.

Clark liked the taste of indulgence.

It is estimated that any young person will like this feeling.

Driving a sports car with a wonderful combination of speed and passion, attracting everyone's attention on the road, enjoying their admiration and envy.

"This is the extravagant life of red light and wine, and I like this kind of life."

Staring at the flashing street scene outside, Clark murmured.

Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the Carroll Hotel in Uptown Metropolis.

The Carroll Hotel is one of the most expensive hotels in the metropolis, and the grand buildings are dazzlingly lit.

Before entering the gate, Clark saw towering arches and ornate fountains, as well as a walkway with gas lamps.

The Carroll Hotel is hosting an auction.

The auction is mainly for some calligraphy and painting works, such as Picasso, Mark. Rothko's works.

Mark Rothko's Untitled - Crimson and maroon rectangular shapes against a dull blue-mauve background, nothing else. Just a few pieces of a speechless and strange piece of different colors, the final transaction price of the last trade fair reached 41.5 million US dollars.

For such puzzling behavior, Clark can only attribute it to a mental illness.

The luxury cars in front of the hotel are like clouds, and the guests are like rain. They get together to communicate and discuss with each other. From time to time, they give out hearty laughter because they talk about happy things.

The guests invited to enter the hotel are all dignitaries from the metropolis, and everyone is well-dressed and elegant.

Clark felt a little out of place here.

Although there is no invitation, but with his super speed, with just a little trick, he got the invitation, and then handed it to the security personnel in charge of checking in and out.

After entering the hall, led by the waiter, Clark came to the bustling banquet hall.

He didn't know anyone here, and he came here just to make money, so he didn't plan to talk to anyone. He stood beside him, tasting the champagne handed by the waiter, while talking to the dignitaries in the hall. look.

His eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar figure!

Lex's father, Lionel, was standing not far away in a suit, talking to someone he knew.

After seeing Lionel, Clark turned around immediately to prevent the other party from discovering him.

He had met Lionel, worried that the other would recognize him.

Lionel was talking to a friend when he saw a woman he really didn't want to see approaching the entrance of the hall.

After apologizing to his friends, Lionel walked up to Dr. Helen.

"Hmm, our high-class lady is going to be grandstanding again! This should be your first public appearance, right?"

Helen, who was dressed in an evening dress with light makeup, dressed herself as a lady, smiled politely at Lionel.

"I do not know what you're talking about."