Summary: The male protagonist is always wrong

【Glass?】

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"Glass?"

"Yes, Glass. This is the name of the evil god. The cultists remained silent about its name, and their fanaticism was mixed with fear." Dick recalled the crazy expressions on the cultists' faces and his face became solemn.

Superman stood not far from Dick.

He looked across the bridge at Gotham.

The reflection of Gotham in the moonlight is distorted and strange.

The tiny lights in the city cannot dispel the shadow of fear.

Dick said, "That's all I could find out."

"I understand." Clark said, his body slowly floating in the air.

Dick watched Clark's actions and asked nervously, "Are you going to Gotham? You know Bruce hasn't been in a good mood lately."

Clark's mood also darkened. He said heavily, "I know."

The criminals in Gotham recently also know that the Dark Knight, Batman, has been very violent recently. He does not hold back when beating criminals, and he kills them completely. It seems that he does not care about the life or death of the criminals at all.

This different Batman also makes the criminals in Gotham feel scared.

Everyone was secretly cursing the Joker's behavior for causing trouble for Batman and bringing bad luck to everyone.

So Gotham's criminals have been quite quiet lately.

In a breath, Clark landed in the alley of Gotham and saw Batman there.

The long cape behind him was blown up by the wind as he fell, and then fell to the wet ground.

The bright red cloak appeared in the dark alley, bringing a touch of brightness to the coldness of Gotham.

Batman turned and looked at his unexpected guest - the man of tomorrow, Superman.

The criminals behind Batman were still wailing, and the tense atmosphere seemed to be on the verge of breaking out.

The only streetlight outside the alley shone on the Dark Knight.

But he was like darkness that could not be illuminated by light, swallowing up all the light around him.

The black bat shadow was stretched and enlarged, covering the criminal behind him, the woman he rescued, and the entire alley.

The shadow looked dark and distorted.

Clark stood outside the alley, on the other side of the light, quietly waiting for Batman to finish dealing with these criminals.

The woman he saved ran away in fear without a word of thanks.

Batman is already familiar with all of this.

He dragged the heavy black cape, tied up the criminal, and threw him roughly onto the Batmobile.

Then he looked at Superman standing in the light,

"Superman, you shouldn't have come to Gotham."

His voice was low and hoarse, not pleasant to the ear, revealing complete brokenness and fatigue.

Clark looked at him worriedly, "B, you need to rest. How long has it been since you last slept?"

Batman is only human, he needs to rest, he gets tired.

Batman ignored Clark's concern and the persuasive voice coming from the headset, and looked at Clark coldly, "If that's all you're here for, then get out of my Gotham, Superman."

"B…I'm sorry about Jason."

Batman roared like an enraged lion, losing his usual composure, "Don't mention him!"

Clark was also very sad about Jason's situation.

But he really had no right to offer Batman some meaningless consolation like a moment of silence.

"I'm here regarding the Glass Cult, and I need your help."

Clark got down to business.

Batman suppressed his anger and only said, "They will hold a sacrifice on the 6th of next month."

He turned and walked towards the Batmobile, dragging his long cape.

His back was still straight, but Clark felt that he looked much older.

Clark was a little sad.

"Thank you, Bruce," Clark said.

He took off and left Gotham.

Batman tilted his head slightly, listening for the sound of him leaving.

Clark felt bad, and the strong wind in the air blew across his cheeks.

Realizing that Batman was getting older, Clark suddenly felt very lonely.

He flew back to his farm in Smallville, Kansas.

His parents, Martha and Jonathan, were already asleep.

Clark looked at his parents sleeping outside the house. He stood outside for a long time before returning to Metropolis.

Clark flew in the air and there was silence around him.

He opened his ears and listened to the sounds of the world.

It was already very late at night, but people's nightlife was still rich.

After listening for a while, he suddenly filtered out the sounds in annoyance.

Listen to the sound of the sea splashing on the beach and the singing of whales.

Finally, he stopped at Yin Li's rhythmic breathing.

Yin Li had fallen asleep, his breathing was intermittent.

Breathe in, breathe out

He felt a peace he had never felt before.

Clark listened to the breathing sounds beside his ears and saved a ship in distress, a passerby who was robbed, and a student who wanted to jump off a building...

He didn't return to the apartment until the dawn.

The sound of washing up came from Yin Li's room. He had already gotten up.

The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, the toaster popped out toast, and the water in the kettle boiled.

With a "click", Yin Li opened the bathroom door and walked out. There were still undried water droplets hanging on the ends of his bangs.

"Dong dong dong."

Clark knocked on Yin Li's door, and he didn't know why he knocked.

The body takes action before the brain.

A knock on the door woke him up, and Clark suddenly felt a little regretful.

But he couldn't go back on his word, Yin Li quickly opened the door.

Looking at Clark at the door, he didn't show any surprise.

He said calmly, "Good morning, Clark."

Just a simple greeting rekindled Clark's spirit after a sleepless night, and brought him back to ordinary life from the busy world of superheroes.

Clark said, "Good morning, Yin Li."

Yin Li invited, "If you don't mind, please come in and have some breakfast."

Clark was a little embarrassed. "I'm not here to eat for free. I just heard some noise in your room."

Yin Li's hand rested on the door handle. He looked at Clark with a smile, "So you want to come?"

"if you can."

"Please come in." Yin Li gestured towards the door.

Chapter 150 Clark Kent 6

In the following days, Yin Li never saw Manas on campus again, the knocking on the door at night also disappeared, and he rarely saw Dick.

Nightwing is also a busy man.

Yin Li's life returned to normal.

Duda University is holding an event, a three-day psychological exchange meeting, from October 10rd to October 3th.

All first-year students are welcome to sign up.

The full content of this event is - Academic Exchange Meeting on Mental Health and Counseling.

The venue is Gotham University.

A total of 16 universities were invited to participate in this event.

"Gotham? I don't recommend you go." Cliff looked at the event poster on the bulletin board and frowned at Yin Li.

After all, Gotham's crime rate is notorious.

Yin Li looked at the poster and said, "I don't plan to sign up."

But fate often does not allow people to make choices.

That is why fate is called fate.

The surroundings are very humid and the air is filled with water vapor.

The surroundings were very empty and you could hear the echo when liquid dripped onto the ground.

Yin Li's face was covered with a black cloth, and the rough hemp rope tied around his hands was tightening around his skin.

Yin Li tried to move his wrist.