Chapter 68: Wishing Stone
"What small town with even a little history didn't have a few strange legends?"
Clark scratched the back of his head and smiled.
"The unusual meteor shower might have given those legends the chance to arise and spread."
"Perhaps."
Lex Luthor did not argue with that. He merely smiled faintly.
He had wanted to invest in the tragic genius and fund extensive research into Meteorites.
Unfortunately, he had arrived too late.
But it did not matter. He had recently stumbled upon an unbelievable mysterious object that might bring him a different kind of surprise.
"Was the Magic Lamp from fairy tales, the one that granted every wish, real or not?"
His eyes flickered. After pausing in thought for a moment, Lex Luthor said goodbye to the two of them, turned with a smile on his lips, and left.
"Your acting has improved after only a few days apart."
David spoke slowly after watching Lex Luthor leave.
There had been almost no obvious flaw in Clark's expression just now.
"Of course, it would have been better if you hadn't added those unnecessary movements."
Having seen what he wanted to see, David left behind that piece of advice and turned to head home.
Clark could not feel happy at his younger brother's praise. The body was pushed out of the ward by a nurse, ready to be taken to the underground morgue. He sighed, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.
"Meteorite..."
Another person had suffered because of Meteorites.
If he had not brought the Meteorites here, Mr. Hamilton might still have been a highly respected scientist instead of a mad scientist in the eyes of the town's residents.
Bzzz... Clack, clack, clack!
Suddenly, a series of piercing sounds crashed into Clark's despondent ears.
The hum of medical machines, the scrape of