Shane, who was in a state of resting with his eyes closed, heard Tom's words and opened his eyes helplessly.
"Well, please don't pay attention to some of my actions when you see me later."
Tom stared at Shane with some fun.
"What?"
Shane couldn't stand being stared at by Tom, so he raised his hands and rubbed his face.
"At that time, my brain was not working very well, my body was losing a lot of blood, and I was still a little schizophrenic."
Tom didn't answer. His figure gradually grew stronger as he walked around. The scars on his skin caused by years of hard work faded and disappeared, and his messy hair became black and shiny.
It was ironed on the top of the head as if it had been smeared with bear oil, and a playful little bang hung down in front of the forehead.
In the blink of an eye, a thick beard appeared on his face - the other party had not groomed his beard in Superman state in the past five years.
Although I have watched the seamless switching between Tom and Superman many times over the years, Shane is still amazed by it.
"How on earth did this happen? Is this still the ability that Superman should have?"
Superman had no idea of explaining it, but looked up at the sky and threw away the coat he was wearing, revealing the classic jet-black battle suit underneath.
This outrageous seamless outfit change made Shane feel unbearable.
When he first came to Earth, he had doubts about Tom's identity, but he usually wore very rough clothes. Occasionally, through the plaid shirt, he could only see a short white vest covered with yellow stains.
Or when fishing wet his clothes and went to take a shower, he took off all his clothes and exposed two thick palms of heart hair.
But every time I switch identities, I throw away my jacket and the vest underneath seamlessly switches into a black robe.
It's even more confusing than those black technologies of Batman.
I can't understand it at all, let alone learn it.
Black-suit Superman soared into the sky, carrying the kite Shane all the way to the sky.
Soon, the two figures broke through Earth's atmosphere.
Shane looked into the distance with some nostalgia. Wherever he looked now, he couldn't see the familiar silver-white escape boat yet.
However, the escape boat of Shane was set with earth coordinates, and during this period of navigation, the escape boat was not damaged like Krypton Spaceship of Kara.
So the flying speed is still very fast.
"Why does the expression on your face make you feel like a wanderer returning home?"
About the time Shane woke up, Black-suit Superman asked calmly.
Shane was silent for a while and did not answer this question.
"... How far can your Bio-Force Field cover? I should have just passed the Mars orbit, right?"
This is not a diversion from the topic.
This is thriller.
At that time, Batman said that from the moment he entered Solar System, he was already within the perception range of Black-suit Superman.
At that time, I was so surprised that I didn't do any careful calculations.
The closest distance from Mars to the earth is 55 million kilometers, which is outrageous if you think about it carefully.
But soon, Black-suit Superman frowned.
"Malicious."
"It seems it's my misunderstanding. I've seen your look at the earth as private property too many times in the past."
Soon, Shane also saw the Escape Pod which was sailing at sub-light speed.
Due to exhaustion of energy, Escape Pod, which could no longer maintain its flight state, began to stagnate.
Through the side cabin, Shane could see his disabled and pitiful self struggling to crawl out of the Cryo Pod.
Due to his previous low temperature sleep, although the injuries all over his body looked horrifying, not much blood flowed out.
My past self was visually measuring the distance to the earth, probably intending to tear Escape Pod apart and fly by myself.
Black-suit Superman approached slowly.
Shane covered his old face.
But even without looking, I could sense that my past self held my neck and released murderous intent towards Black-suit Superman.
At that time, I felt as if I had thought a lot in random directions. In fact, in less than half a second in reality, my earthly thinking was convinced by Viltrum thinking.
When his past self was completely comatose and Superman was flying back, Shane felt like he had barely escaped from the dark history.
Black-suit Superman looked at Shane beside him who started rubbing his face crazily again.
"It seems that my judgment was wrong. Compared with you at that time, you are already a very gentle and reasonable person now."
Shane remained silent.
He fell into a state of long-lasting silence again, following Black-suit Superman to the Wayne Manor's underground Batcave and watching his scarred self receive treatment from Batman.
Then he spent three days in a coma in bed.
Then I watched my cautious self get along "kindly" with Tom while frantically obtaining information about the world through TV.
It wasn't until my past self followed Tom into the sea to fish, and watching the splashing water, Shane gently landed on the small wooden boat.
"I feel like I'm almost healed."
Tom hummed and looked at the sea intently. Although he was holding a fishing rod in his hand, he was obviously doing something else.
Shane was stunned for a moment.
He narrowed his eyes and secretly released a wave of Force Field to dive into the water.
Yes, his body is not only about to adapt to the chaotic space-time energy, but it has also adapted to the Bio-Force Field that Black-suit Superman wrapped around him for twenty-four hours.
However, he always felt that the biological positions of Force Field and Superman that he had evolved and awakened were not the same.
After observing for a while, Shane became red and warm.
"You were using Bio-Force Field to catch fish at sea, right?!"
Tom finally glanced sideways at him.
"How long can you stay in this period?"
Shane rolled his eyes.
"I can't estimate accurately, maybe there are still a few hours?"
Tom nodded.
"I hope this period of time can help you resolve some of the hostility in your heart. Your power control is precise enough, but in your heart and your subconscious, you still insist on using the bloodiest way to solve the problem."
Shane twitched the corners of his mouth with a smile on his face.
"You have big fists and you have the final say. As long as you are still on earth, I will naturally follow the "rules" you want."
Tom sighed. He had discussed related topics with Shane many times over the years.
No matter how enlightened.
Anyway, Shane responded silently except for oil and salt.
When Shane caught two fish and started to float quickly, Tom also put away the fishing rod.
"You know I don't want you to surrender only to violence."
"I've been here for fourteen years, so I'm used to it."
When his past self jumped from the sea into the air, Shane closed his eyes and started meditating again.
Suddenly, the voice of Tom penetrated his ears.
"Do you want to become a Superhero?"
Shane frowned slightly and opened his eyes in an instant.
The Shane in the past was looking at the sea with his back to Tom, but the Tom who said these words was clearly looking at himself.
... at night.
Watching from afar, Bruce Wayne brought his past self into the Wayne Building. Shane floated down from the air like a flexible sea fish, followed the open window, and got straight into the old car that was driving smoothly.
Pulling on the seat belt behind his back, Shane clicked his tongue twice with a somewhat complicated meaning.
"Press the accelerator faster, I can't hold it back any longer."
Tom pedaled the old car to a creaking sound, and the engine roared as it rushed into an abandoned treatment plant in Gotham.
While Tom was shutting down, Shane took out two locators and threw one of them to Tom.
Then the two figures disappeared into the car.