American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 162 Clark's Good Friday
The arrival of the rainy season in Smallwell Town fills everything with a damp atmosphere.

Clark stood in front of the window, looking outside with a frown.

The rain has intensified. It is no longer just a curtain of mist, but has risen into a downpour.

Clark's super vision allowed him to spot a squirrel in a distant tree. In the heavy rain, the gray, furry animal leaped across the dripping open space, flashed by, and leaped up the tree.

The squirrel was shaking its tail on the big tree, as if threatening an approaching enemy or warning other squirrels to leave quickly.

Clark glanced toward the farm and saw that the car that had been parked outside had driven away.

Since yesterday, Clark noticed that the black car had been parked outside the farm, seemingly monitoring him.

“They should be the federal government.”

Jonathan came over, stood beside Clark and asked him, "Clark, have you exposed your abilities in some way?"

"should not."

Clark said after thinking about it.

He couldn't remember when he had revealed his abilities.

But since he often appears at the scene of accidents, he is a little suspicious whether he has inadvertently attracted the attention of others.

"Perhaps you're missing something, Clark, something you haven't noticed."

Jonathan frowned and said to him, "When saving people, you are always the first one to rush forward. This may be noticed by some people."

As he finished his words, there was a deep, roaring sound of thunder far away in the sky—like a tractor-trailer hitting a bump on the interstate.

"No I don't, Dad, why do you always distrust me?"

Clark said to his father in a somewhat annoyed mood.

"Your father trusts you. He's just afraid that something might happen to you."

Martha, who heard Clark's words, came over and said to him: "After all, you are not an ordinary person, Clark."

"Then I would rather be an ordinary person."

Clark's bad mood became worse with the bad weather.

"If I were an ordinary person, I wouldn't live so cautiously. I can't even play basketball normally, I can't join the football team, and I have to be careful about my identity being discovered all the time."

Clark complained to his parents about his depression, "If possible, I would like to become an ordinary person, so that I don't have to live so cautiously."

After saying this, Clark realized that he had gone a little too far.

"Feel sorry."

After apologizing to his parents, Clark hesitated for a moment and finally went straight upstairs.

Looking at their son's back, Jonathan and his wife looked at each other and saw worry in each other's eyes.

Meanwhile, Padraic Farms.

Loki was in the study, using Peter's computer to look up information.

Searching for relevant information, he quickly found the information he was looking for.

Although he did not find any valuable information about the god of sleep, he found a magic book that could summon the god of death.

It is said that there exists a book called "The Book of Magdalene" in the world, which contains the magic of summoning the god of death and imprisoning him.

To be specific, it means to summon the god of death, and then use the relevant techniques recorded in the book to trap the god of death.

"The Book of Magdalene?"

Loki repeated the name.

Although it is a book that records summoning the god of death and imprisoning him, its authenticity is questionable. And even if it is true, where can I find this black magic book?
Turning his eyes away from the computer, Loki propped his chin with one hand, looking at the heavy rain outside the window and fell into trouble.

And can the god of death or the god of sleep be imprisoned by magic alone? !

He didn't think it would be that simple.

At least you have to take advantage of the opponent's carelessness or when his magic power is exhausted, so that you can imprison him when he is weak.

Loki stood up, his expression changing constantly.

He suddenly thought of the book of black magic in his hand, which was given to him by his father.

Maybe I could ask my father?
Loki made up his mind, cleared his browsing history, and went downstairs to Peter.

Peter was opening letters downstairs.

Letters that had accumulated over several days were placed randomly and scattered on the table.

After reading several advertising letters, Peter found a postcard at the bottom.

The front of the postcard depicts majestic snow-capped mountains, and the back has some familiar handwriting.

Peter was slightly surprised as he read the words on the postcard.

The postcard was mailed to him by Bruce Wayne. On the back was a few simple greetings, saying that he would be back soon.

The handwriting was illegible and looked a little hurried.

“The Qinghai-Tibet Plateau?”

He didn't expect that Bruce actually went to the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau to practice.

Considering that he has returned to Gotham, it should have been quite recently.

Peter put the postcard away after a second of silence for the criminals of Gotham.

"dad."

After putting away the postcard, Loki came down from upstairs.

"what happened?"

"Um. Can I ask you a question?"

Peter nodded, "What?"

"I heard that there was a case of resurrection of the dead in the town of Smallville."

Loki sat next to Peter and asked after organizing his words: "Is this true?" Peter raised his eyebrows and asked him: "Who told you?"

"I saw it online. The Torch newspaper of Smallwell High School often records bizarre events that happen in small towns."

Loki told what he saw in The Torch.

"This happened a long time ago. It is said that the deceased was named Dim James. He fell under machine gun bullets during the charge. He died in Rome on July 1943, 7. He was awarded the Silver Star Medal after his death. His body was transported back to his hometown on July 15 and buried on the 7nd."

Loki paused and continued, "But four or five days after the burial, the postman Maki said she saw Dim again on the road. She was so scared that she almost drove to the side of the road."

"Dad, is this true? Can the dead really be resurrected?"

After listening to Loki's story, Peter shook his head. "This is just a rumor, I think. It's probably a legend that was circulated in Smallville before. Death is irreversible, Loki."

He probably guessed that the resurrection of the dead was caused by the swamp in Smallwell outside the town.

After all, that swamp has existed for a long time.

"But if it was the Grim Reaper, could he do it?"

Loki asked the question he wanted to ask most, "Dad, if we imprison the god of death, can we reverse death?"

Hearing the naughty kid ask such a question, Peter looked at him in shock.

What does this kid want to do?!

"There is no God of Death, and you can't imprison God of Death? Loki, why do you have such an idea?"

"Nothing, I just saw it on the Internet."

Loki pretended to be relaxed, "Some people say that there is a book called Magdalene in the world, which records the magic of imprisoning the god of death."

"Dad, is this true or false?"

"I don't know. I've never seen one."

Peter said something that disappointed Rocky.

"I thought this book was in Smallwell. It was this Book of Magdalene that resurrected the man called Dim James."

Loki sighed deliberately, "It seems that I will never be able to see this magical book of magic."

As he said this, he secretly glanced at Peter out of the corner of his eye.

Seeing that Peter seemed to be interested in the Book of Magdalene, Loki silently gave himself a thumbs up in his heart.

As long as my father is interested in the Book of Magdalene, with his energy, the probability of finding this book is higher than my own.

Then he could take a few peeks openly, learn the magic inside, and then find a way to imprison the god of sleep.

Peter, who was lost in thought nearby, didn't expect that Loki wanted to use him to find the magic book.

After all, he was just a four-year-old child, and he never thought that the other party would dare to think of imprisoning the god of sleep.

The rain subsided a little, and Clark drove from home to Patrick's farm.

He used his super vision to patrol the road and did not notice the agents who were monitoring him.

He let out a long sigh, took out his cell phone and called his godfather.

When the car reached a bridge, Clark put down the phone and saw a teenager standing on the top of the bridge.

The high school student with a backpack seemed to be about to commit suicide by jumping down.

Clark recognized that it was a classmate from the same school - Eric Rosenbaum.

"Hey!"

Seeing the other party's actions, Clark immediately stopped the car and shouted to the other party: "Eric, don't!"

Eric, who had not originally planned to jump, was frightened by Clark and suddenly slipped and fell towards the bridge.

"what!"

Eric screamed and fell rapidly.

Clark immediately activated his super speed, moved over and grabbed the other person.

Grabbing the other person's arm, Clark looked at the frightened person and prepared to pull him up.

"boom!"

There was a thunder in the sky, falling towards where the two were.

Eric was unable to react in time and was hit directly by the lightning.

Lightning instantly surrounded the two of them, and dazzling white light burst out.

Eric screamed and held Clark's hand tightly.

The kryptonite he carried in his backpack was struck by lightning, emitting a dazzling electric current that lingered between the two of them.

Clark felt weak and his strength quickly drained away.

Desperately grabbing the other person with his hands, Clark used all his strength to pull the other person up.

The two rescued people lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Thanks, Clark. I was exploring rocks in the wild and I almost lost my life."

"No you're welcome, Eric."

Clark glanced at the other person's backpack and replied breathlessly.

ten minutes later.

Clark opened the living room door.

"Hey, Clark, go ahead!"

A Zu's voice came towards him, accompanied by a football flying towards him at high speed.

"Bang"!
Clark had no reaction and was hit by the football and flew away.

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