Tell the truth.
If it weren't for Rachel's reminder, Ian would have almost forgotten that his head was still on fire - mainly because the system's feedback of [Experience Points + 1] from time to time can indeed cause intermittent amnesia.
"Sorry, I just asked why Mr. White looked so frightened just now. He must have thought that I was the real Ghost Rider." Ian walked to the pool where the pipe had been burst for a long time with some reluctance.
The clear flow is like a spring.
But it can't extinguish the fire of Hell.
"Hey~"
Rachel saw this.
It was also with mixed emotions that he reached out to provide help to Ian.
She has many abilities.
In one fell swoop, Hellfire on Ian's head was completely eliminated.
"Thank you."
Ian Fruit naturally felt much cooler. He activated his self-healing ability, his hair grew like crazy, and even his slightly damaged face became smooth and tender again.
Deadpool will definitely be extremely jealous of her smoothness when she comes.
"General MacArthur once said that if someone helps you, you should treat him to Haagen-Dazs, so now you should only owe me nine Haagen-Dazs."
Ian restored the refreshing feeling.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't want free ice cream.
And about this.
Raven Rachel did not respond.
"Your ability is very powerful..." Rachel saw Ian's [self-healing] method with her own eyes. Her eyes flashed slightly, and she hesitated for a moment before asking cautiously.
"Is your personality a side effect of your ability?" The way she spoke was particularly tactful, and it seemed that she had maximized her language organization ability, which she was not very good at.
"Do you mean that you are very lovable? Many girls have said that." Ian understood what the other party wanted to express. After all, he had Super Intelligence, so he regretfully spread his hands and responded, "Actually, I am also worried about this. Every day when I come to school, I need to throw away the love letters stuffed in the desk."
What he said was actually the truth.
However.
Rachel hesitated to speak.
She really admired the adaptability of the girls in this middle school.
"What are you doing?" Rachel saw Ian rummaging around in the dilapidated classroom to mix some chemicals, and couldn't help but be confused by the boy's behavior.
"Of course it's to destroy the corpse and eliminate the traces - Mr. White taught me this. He always thought that I might go to Gotham to study in college." Ian shook the thermos cup in his pocket.
He knew that Mr. White was a very powerful chemist from that class.
"..."
Rachel found that he seemed not surprised at all.
She watched silently as Ian poured the blended chemical solution onto the green and decaying remains of Demons, and saw the boy turning around to give her a thoughtful reminder.
"Demons, which has been contaminated by my saliva, has lost its edible value." Ian found that the chemical solution had no effect, and couldn't help but regret in his heart that chemistry has its limits.
"No one would want to eat Hell creatures--except you." Rachel's voice was as steady as a straight line on an electrocardiogram. She raised her hand, and scarlet energy poured down like a waterfall.
Demons's remaining body instantly turned into ashes.
"Sure enough, magic is still easy to use." Ian was a little envious. He also wanted to become a magician, but he didn't know if Marvel could find Doctor Strange's body on the other side of the world.
DC Universe's magic is extremely costly.
Dogs don't learn.
Mainly because he couldn't find a place to learn without being tricked.
"You don't know magic?"
Rachel is a little confused.
She very much suspected that Ian was also the illegitimate son of boss Hell, because only Demons liked to devour Demons. Reaper's previous attitude towards this boy also showed that this boy's life experience was definitely not simple.
"Yes, there will be. When I learn the lighting technique, I will be a qualified mage." Ian found a rag and began to wipe the places he had touched all over the classroom.
"You have to be lucky that our school doesn't have surveillance cameras."
Ian spoke to the girl behind him with a firm tone.
"How did you know?"
Rachel was slightly surprised.
"The principal occasionally asks me to file taxes for her illegal income, so I know that five dollars can only buy a low-quality plastic model - I don't get a full scholarship every year because I'm the best at studying."
"This is a blessing given back to me by the principal." Ian's answer once again caused a long silence for the determined girl. It was hard for her to imagine that this was what a fourteen-year-old boy should do.
"Gotham really deserves you."
After a long time.
Rachel gave Ian high praise.
"Actually, I won't go to Gotham. There is Joker there... He is a little scarier than Batman." Ian doesn't hate Mr. Wayne, because he is his big benefactor.
But he is a normal person.
It is reasonable to be very afraid of Gotham, the real madman.
"Well, in a limited living space, similar people will kill each other. This is a natural law. I understand you." Sanwu girl said expressionlessly.
There is no fluctuation in the tone but it has the power to directly touch people's hearts.
"Are you serious?"
Ian thinks he should take the girl in front of him to show Dr. Hannibal his brain.
And at this moment.
"Buzz buzz~"
Without warning, a piercing siren sounded downstairs.
"It's time for us to get out of here."
Rachel stood by the window and looked down. Police cars and fire trucks appeared on the campus. She looked back at Ian, and the boy was still carefully wiping every place where fingerprints might be left.
"Don't panic."
Ian is not in a hurry.
"Before we leave, neither the fire brigade nor the police will come up. This is tradition." He was certain of this. This was a scientific conclusion reached through his investigation and research.
"Are you saying they are extremely incompetent?"
Rachel just wants to agree.
The next moment.
I saw Ian shaking his head slightly.
"No, no, no, I'm actually praising them for being smart. They can do as much work as they get paid per month - only smart people can survive the internship period at Metropolis."
Ian I believe that statistical data will never lie.
"..."
Rachel is speechless.
She wanted to refute.
But inexplicably, I felt that what Ian said really made sense. Facts also proved this. Ian cleaned up for another two minutes, but there was no sound of footsteps outside the corridor.
"Call it over!"
Ian burned the rag cleanly. Of course he didn't know how to handle the scene perfectly, but there was nothing wrong with being cautious. Anyway, the less negligence, the better.
"Can you fly? I just heard Demons call you Raven." Ian's eyes were fixed on Rachel's back and hair, which made Rachel somewhat unable to understand such gaze.
"I'm not Superman, but..." Rachel took a deep breath and stretched out his hand to Ian helplessly, "I think I have a better means of retreat than flying away from here."
She watched as the curious Ian handed his hand to her.
The next moment.
The ability to teleport and cross dimensions is activated.
The two people disappeared into the empty classroom in an instant. And as the science that Ian believes in shows, the police and firefighters appeared one after another not long after they left.
How to say it.
Isn't this a superpower?