Chapter 599: Who Can Destroy Schiller Manor? (Part 2)

The sound of metal friction between train wheels sliding across the rails resounded on the platform. As the train slowly entered the station, Clark tightened his coat and looked at the two pet boxes he was carrying.

He tapped the pet box with his fingers and said to himself: "If it weren't for you two little guys, I wouldn't have to take the train."

However, he still carried the pet box and walked outside the train station. When he was about to leave the station, he felt a little hungry. After all, although Gotham is close to the metropolis, it takes a long time to take such a slow train. Within an hour, Schiller's manor was broken down, so he was not left to eat. Clark had not eaten for a day.

As Superman, although he would not starve to death, his normal appetite still made him want to have a full meal. He looked around and saw that the metropolitan train station facilities were quite complete, but the food here was very expensive, and Clark didn't have enough money. Well off, he planned to find some food outside the station.

But at this moment, a tempting fragrance came. He turned around and found that a food stall had arrived at the door of the train station. The tempting fragrance was now coming.

Clark followed the scent and walked over. He found that it was a hot dog dining cart. The urban management of the metropolis was relatively strict, and dining carts were generally invisible. However, near his hometown farm in Kansas, farmers often pushed dining carts themselves. When you come out to sell food made from what you grow yourself, the smell will be the same as now.

"The Romance of Fairy Wood"

Appetite and homesickness combined to lure Clark. After he walked over, an old man with a beard was busy behind the dining car. Clark walked over and ordered a large portion of hot dog, with double the sauce and sour. Cucumber, when this high-calorie delicacy was put into his mouth, Clark couldn't help but let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"Oh, what is that you mentioned? A cat?... It's quite cute." The uncle said.

"Really? I think so too, that's why I adopted him." Clark replied with a smile while eating. He felt that this uncle was quite talkative. Having a good chat partner while eating would also put people in a good mood. More pleasant.

"What's the other cage? Do you have two cats?" the hot dog seller asked while frying sausages.

"Ah, no, that's a mouse with a special coat color. He was dyed, and then I rescued it. That's it." Clark explained in a slightly unnatural tone. Obviously, someone taught him this. Rhetoric, and he was always so embarrassed when he lied.

"Raising cats and mice together? Your hobbies are quite unique." The uncle hesitated and said. Clark didn't know how to explain, so he could only bury his head in eating.

The atmosphere of the chat became a little awkward, but as Clark devoured the hot dog, he quickly finished it. He took two sips of the free soda, wiped his mouth, waved to the uncle, and then left.

After leaving the train station, he still couldn't fly with these two burdens. One was because he didn't know if taking pets to high altitudes would cause stress to them, and the other was that the yellow-skinned mouse was noisy and afraid of him. Gao, determined not to let Clark take him to a place higher than three floors.

Clark was not too surprised that a mouse could talk. After all, he had just come out of a city full of cats. If there were talking cats, it would be normal to have talking mice, right?

After repeatedly telling Pikachu not to yell in the city, Clark hailed a taxi and went straight back to his dormitory at Metropolitan University.

The physical facilities of Metropolitan University are better than those of Gotham University, and Clark was valued by the coach because of his excellent performance in track and field competitions. The coach also specially transferred him to an apartment building with better conditions. , and it also comes with a small living room, which is a completely independent dormitory, so there are no restrictions on keeping pets.

Opening the pet cage and letting out a cat and a mouse, Batcat sprang out and immediately flattened its ears and began to breathe at Pikachu. Clark immediately pressed Batcat's head with his big hand and said to him: "As I said before, no fighting is allowed!"

As he spoke, he picked up Batcat by the back of his neck, held him in his arms, stroked the top of his head and said, "Don't be nervous, I know, the cat may have never seen a talking mouse, he scared you." ,Is it right?"

"What nonsense are you talking about? I wanted to bite him because he just shocked me!"

"But even if he shocks you, you can't...wait!

How come you can speak? ? !

While Clark was shocked, he flicked his hands and Batcat jumped out directly and came to the sofa opposite Clark.

He said "meow" again, and Clark found that he could still understand what the cat was aiming at. The bat cat was saying: "What are you surprised about? Haven't we seen it before?"

Clark froze in place and said, "You're not really Bruce, are you? I thought you just looked the same as him..."

Batcat sighed helplessly. Clark never thought that he could actually see Bruce's expression on a cat's face. Batcat explained to Clark.

Because the consciousness of several people has arrived in Cat City and can understand the language of cats, so after returning to the body, the soul can still understand the language of cats.

Unlike Pikachu, Pikachu can speak human language himself, and speaks standard English with a West Coast accent. However, the bat cat can only meow, but it can be heard by several people who have entered the cat city. Understand.

Seeing Clark stunned, Batcat lay down on the sofa leisurely, then looked at him and said: "I don't know how the other me tolerates you, but haven't you noticed, Have you been targeted?"

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"What?" Compared to the fact that the cat can talk, what he said attracted more attention. Clark asked in confusion: "What do you mean I'm being watched?"

"On the way you came here, the cigarette vendor at the train station, the man selling hot dogs, and the taxi driver should all be there, and their targets are watching you."

"What you didn't notice is that the cigarette vendor has passed by you five times, but your dress and speech and behavior don't look like someone who smokes. This kind of hawker has a very good vision and generally won't look at someone who doesn't know how to smoke." People who smoke are a waste of time.”

"The man selling hot dogs has been trying to trick you. He said cats are cute, but he always had some resistance in his expression, and even showed an expression of disgust, but you didn't notice it."

"The taxi driver who chatted with you on the road claimed that he was also a farmer in Kansas, just to get close to you. He was unfamiliar with the brand of farm machinery you mentioned. When he got out of the car, his expression in the rearview mirror Became very indifferent."

"You..." Clark was choked by Batcat's long words. He was stunned for a moment, and then walked helplessly to the sofa. Batcat stood up and wanted to run, but Clark caught him.

He raised the Batcat to his eyes, looked into his eyes and said, "I didn't realize it before. Looking at it this way, it seems that you don't have blue eyes, but purple eyes..."

"Wait a minute, are you that clown cat?? The cat that was dyed and then lost its color? Why are you here?"

Batcat covered his eyes with his claws. He forgot that except Schiller, Bruce and himself, almost no one knew the whole story. Although Clark watched the whole process, he did not pay attention to the conversation of those few people. So I don’t know what the story is.

Batcat briefly told Clark his story, and Clark showed an extremely sympathetic expression, and then switched to Batcat's paw.

The final result was that Batcat squatted on the sofa, licking his broken nails. Clark touched his head and said: "I'm really sorry, you can't attack me, otherwise your claws will definitely be broken."

Clark reached out and pulled one of Batcat's paws over. Two nails of the cat paw that scratched him before were broken. One of them was broken from the root and bled a little.

Clark sighed, stood up and started looking for a medical kit in the room, but the medical kit in the dormitory was for people, and Clark had never used it before, and he didn't know how to bandage a cat's nails. Finally, he shook his head helplessly. He shook his head, picked up Bat Cat, put him into the pet box, and then said to him:

"Let's go, we have to go to the pet hospital. I heard that if a cat's nails become inflamed, there will be serious consequences. They may not be able to walk. We have to go to the doctor quickly."

As Clark was about to leave with the pet box containing Batcat, Pikachu called from behind:

"Hey! When I said I was afraid of heights, you didn't even care. If you do this again, I'm going to be angry!"

Clark sighed helplessly, and just when he was about to turn back to comfort Pikachu, Pikachu shouted: "Huh? What is that? Is it a game console?"

"Oh my God! Such an ancient game console, wait a minute! Isn't this the original version of the expensive replica I saw at the expo last time? Where is the game cartridge?"

Pikachu came to the table with a bound, then he took out the game cartridge, waved to Clark and said, "Go ahead, I'll help you look after the house."

Clark clicked his tongue, shook his head, turned around and went out without saying anything. This time, he held the pet box in his arms, so he could hear what the bat cat was barking about.

"Now, every time the person in your eleven o'clock direction comes over, his eyes will stay on you for more than ten seconds. He should be staring at you."

"The driver of the taxi you are sitting in is fine, but the person who just got off the taxi should be staring at you."

Clark was horrified by what he said. He lowered his voice and said to Batcat: "Why are you staring at me? What do I have that deserves their attention?"

"Who knows? It can't be because you are so powerful, can fly, and can emit rays from your eyes, right?"

Clark heard Batcat's sarcasm, and then he heard Batcat continue to say: "These people didn't just show up on the first day. Obviously, they have been performing their duties for a long time. In other words, your life In fact, he is always under surveillance.”

Clark shuddered and asked, "What should I do? How can I get rid of their surveillance? I'm about to go on vacation. If these people follow me back to my house, my parents may be in danger."

"Don't stare at the cage all the time, keep your expression normal, and do whatever you have to do, just like usual. Obviously, your recent unusual travel trajectory has attracted their attention, so they will keep a closer eye on you as long as you return to your usual state. , they should withdraw some of their manpower and then find a way to investigate."

Obviously, with Batman's external brain, Clark gave up thinking and instinctively followed the instructions. Although this Batman is a cat, maybe in a sense, it is better. After all, compared to humans, , people always trust animals more.

After taking Batcat to the doctor, Clark was about to go back to his dormitory directly. When he opened the door of his dormitory, a scene that stunned him appeared in front of him.

There were two people lying in his room, their bodies charred and black, obviously fainted by electricity. Pikachu was standing on the sofa holding a game controller. When he saw Clark coming back, he said:

"These two men invaded your dormitory while you were away. I knocked them down and found this on them."

Pikachu jumped off the back of the sofa, and then took something from the gap of the sofa. After Clark took it, he found that it was a medal with a sickle, a hammerhead and a red flag printed on it.