Smallville Morgue.
Whether in the East or the West, there had always been countless taboos surrounding the dead.
Several corpses lay in the gloomy, icy room.
The freezer had coated their faces with a layer of white frost, and coupled with the twisted expressions they wore at death, they looked strange and terrifying.
"So."
In the deathly quiet room, a woman's voice slowly rose. "These are all people you saw in your prophecy?"
Clark ignored Lois Lane, who had followed him here like a burr, and stared gravely at the corpses.
The purple-masked archer, with only half his body left in town.
The hammer-wielding man, with a bloody hole in his chest as though it had been punched through.
There was also the headless corpse of a woman in red, and an old man in white whose neck had been twisted 180 degrees like a pretzel.
Everyone he had seen in the prophecy was dead.
"That hammer?" Lois Lane looked at the hammerhead clutched in the blond corpse's hand. "Was this his weapon? Could it be a clue?"
"I don't know, but we can take a look." Clark sighed, walked over to the corpse, and reached for the tightly gripped hammer.
As he pried apart the stiff fingers, the hammer slipped free and fell to the floor, its impact echoing through the silent room.
"Clang."
The suddenly dropped hammer made both of them tense as they looked around.
After all, sneaking into a police morgue was hardly something to be proud of.
But apparently, the town's police officers were busy dealing with residents' property losses caused by the corpses falling from the sky, so no one was guarding the morgue.
"Huff."
Clark took a breath through his nose to calm his agitated emotions.
He gripped the handle. Wrapped in the