"Mr. Kent's brainwaves had not only been disturbed; his memories had also been altered. It was probably a cover-up measure taken by the mastermind to hide his tracks," Charles said.
"But the other party did not know enough about his brain. The alterations and patchwork to his memories were crude. You could think of it as a poorly cut-out image with lots of jagged edges left behind. And within those scattered fragments, I found some suspicious details."
The moment he finished speaking, everyone found themselves seated in a somewhat dim room. Lex was the first to recognize it as the safe house beneath Luthor Corp.
He was sitting in a chair as countless streams of information flooded into his mind: breathing and heartbeats nearby, whispers in the distance, footsteps farther away, waves crashing at the edge of the world, voices on the other side of Earth, the roar of energy surging at the center of the sun...
These were clearly not senses a human could possess. With Charles's help, everyone experienced Kryptonian senses firsthand. But this was obviously a bit too "overclocked," and Lex felt as though his head were splitting apart.
But just then, he saw a figure walk up before him and stare into his eyes.
The figure's outline was completely blurred, like a stranger he had brushed past years ago, someone whose details he could not recall at all.
But considering they had only met recently and were now standing so close, and considering Superman possessed a Super Brain with extraordinary memory, this was clearly unreasonable. Someone must have erased the memory of that encounter—most likely this "human" standing before him.
No, that was not right. His extraordinary senses gave Lex another answer—his heartbeat was wrong, the speed of his blood flow was wrong, the arrangement of