Laser Gun The cold touch is so real.
The laser pulse gun from Nightmare World was lying quietly in Ian's arms, and the words "S.H.I.E.L.D. Property" on the gun glowed slightly under the light of the small voice-activated desk lamp on his bedside table.
"Not only is my scalp numb, my chicken skin is also a little numb..." Ian was really surprised. He had tried countless times before, but he never brought anything back from that Nightmare World.
What's going on this time?
Have nightmares begun to infiltrate and invade the real world? Or is it related to the change in my identity information in DC Universe, from the original [Ordinary NPC] to [Independent NPC]?
"No, I feel that AI Iron Man is more suspicious!"
Ian scratched his slightly messy hair, thinking about Gwen who was smashed into meatloaf and could appear intact again, but did not show the same shape as too milky.
I'm afraid.
Not just Gwen.
That Betty, and others in the base... all have similar "abilities". Ian once again thought of Digital Tony's remarks. He suspected that all the people in that world were just clones who had been given memories. As for why Gwen reappeared, he still remembered Ian. I'm afraid that memory data also has the ability to be uploaded in real time?
This was definitely an unexpected situation for Ian. It was completely different from the "remnants of the past" he imagined. It couldn't be that the world was a world that had been purely digitized!
"Hey, I used Super Intelligence too many times today. It's normal for me to be confused." Ian was puzzled, so he found a reasonable explanation for the reason why he was puzzled. No matter what the situation is, if he enters that world again tomorrow night, Ian believes that he should be able to find the answer.
"Now! Go back to sleep!"
Ian looked at the night outside the window. He put his confusion behind him, hugged Laser Gun in his hands and fell asleep again. Because he got enough sleep, he dreamed that he had grown to a height of 190 meters.
Early the next morning.
"People on Earth should also have their own Plasma Spark Tower!"
How to put it, maybe adolescent boys will always dream of some weird things, so Ian will slowly wake up from the regret of not being able to learn from Lizard to evolve all mankind.
Looking at the warm Laser Gun on the bed.
Ian is thoughtful.
He knew that he wouldn't be able to hide this thing from his parents if he kept it at home, and he wanted to take it to school but didn't have a suitably sized schoolbag, so he used the Super Intelligence that he had woken up with.
"The most dangerous place is the safest place!" Ian sneaked into the room where his parents slept, and hid Laser Gun under his parents' bed while his "sleeping" father opened his eyes and watched.
"..."
Clark just stared at Ian who got up from the floor so quietly. As soon as he raised his head, he was already looking directly at him, but he still pretended not to see anything.
"Click~"
The boy touched the bedside table twice, then slammed something on Clark's head, then raised his hand and gently wiped Clark's eyelids from top to bottom on Clark's face.
That's it.
In a quiet, quiet atmosphere, Clark closed his eyelids and "watched" his little son quietly and slowly leaving his room.
He didn't turn over to look at what was hidden under the bed.
Didn't even open his eyes.
He just raised his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows where blood pressure was rising, and took off the noise-cancelling headphones Ian put on his head in a "hiding something obvious" and "hiding his ears and stealing the bell" method.
"Gulu gulu gulu~"
Ian After tidying up a little, he went out to school.
After a while.
"Da da da~"
The sound of someone coming downstairs was heard. The aroma of frying bacon floated in the kitchen. Lois was frying eggs when he heard the footsteps and without looking back said hello to his eldest son who was familiar with the footsteps.
"Good morning Jonathan."
She continues to be busy.
"Good morning, Mom." Jonathan rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked to the locker in the kitchen. He just wanted to supplement his nutrition, but after opening his small cupboard, he felt stupid.
"Where's the protein powder I just bought?"
He suspected that this was a hallucination caused by not waking up.
He rubbed his eyes again.
"Creatine, arginine, fish oil... all empty?!" Now he found more facts that were difficult for him to accept, and his voice even trembled in surprise.
For a professional athlete, nothing like a bolt from the blue early in the morning.
"Sorry, baby." Lois's tone was helpless. She did not turn around. An astonishing picture of Ian not long ago showing off all the supplements of Jonathan appeared in her mind.
"I have given Ian money to help you buy new ones tonight..." As a mother who thinks she knows her children best, Lois is very suspicious that Ian thinks that she can become as strong as Clark. This is a very normal thinking. Maybe if she is given another ten chances, she will never imagine that Ian is actually trying to gain experience.
No medicine to take.
Isn't it okay to take excessive amounts of supplements?
What a pity.
Because the liver and kidney functions were already extraordinary, Ian did not achieve the results he wanted. This was really painful for Jonathan. Without the supplements, he felt that his strength was instantly reduced.
"Uh... Okay, I'll go to school and borrow my classmate's protein powder to drink." Jonathan Although he was confused about what this had to do with Ian, as the eldest brother, his mood was always very stable.
There were footsteps again on the stairs.
Clark and Jordan walked down one behind the other.
"Dad, have you changed into new glasses? They're pretty cool." Jonathan noticed the brand new black-rimmed glasses on Clark's face, and he couldn't help but give a thumbs up, providing emotional value to Clark.
Nothing more.
Clark, who likes to be mute in the morning these days, still remained silent. He stirred the cereal bowl with his fork, and he just gave a vague "hmm" to Jonathan's compliments.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Jonathan I don't know why my parents are so depressed.
"I'll get the newspaper."
Jordan slipped out and came back a moment later holding a package. He walked up to Clark with a confused look on his face, "Here, your express delivery - how come it was mailed from Gotham?"
Because of what happened yesterday.
There is still some gap between father and son.
"There are old friends living there."
Clark doesn't want to answer.
But Jordan is very curious.
"What?"
Jordan directly opened the package without any address label. There was nothing interesting or mysterious inside, only a few thick books mailed by Clark's "old friend".
<How to teach children that the earth is not meant to be blown up>
<From brat to supervillain: A prevention manual>
<100 Answers When Children Ask "Why Can't Experiment on Humans">
<The fork in the road of parenting from "I want to be a superhero" to "I want to rule the world">
Jordan reads out the title of a book each time.
It all makes Clark feel that the cereal in the bowl is a bit more chewy.
"No, what kind of friend would send you such a ridiculous book? It seems to me... it's all handwritten? Isn't it a published book?" Jordan felt greatly shocked and at the same time extremely confused.
"Baji~baji~"
Clark was just chewing cereal.
Silent.
Watching my wife quietly opening a glass of wine in the kitchen.
If he hadn't been drunk, he would have wanted to have a few drinks.