The little door at the bottom of the pond inevitably gave Su Ming a sense of déjà vu. Thinking about it, it felt like the white porcelain basin in a washstand—pull out the plug, and the water flowed into the drain.
So Superman freezing the lake had its benefits. For the time being, there was no need to wade through sewage, and they could search through the things Brutus had left behind.
This so-called personal Safehouse was more like a root cellar. There was no decoration inside whatsoever; instead, it held quite a lot of soybeans.
Bag after bag of them, and some buried underneath had even begun to sprout, growing fluorescent green leaves.
Seeing this, Su Ming could practically picture Brutus's hard life. He usually pinched pennies and saved up a few radioactive beans, unable to bear eating them, so he secretly hid them in this place no one else knew about.
Whenever night fell and no one was watching, he would teleport into the Safehouse alone, count the beans one by one under a dim oil lamp, lamenting Destiny's unfairness and the hardships of life while making his little calculations.
Whatever the case, Su Ming had not come for that. Since the space was not very large, he found what he was looking for almost instantly.
Jumping down from the vertical shaft, he only needed to walk a few steps before reaching a crude stone table. A large transparent glass jar sat on it, looking somewhat like the sort of household container used for pickling vegetables.
But what was inside was hardly suitable for home or travel. It was a monster resembling a brain. Its body looked like a human brain, but it had numerous tentacles. Black liquid periodically seeped from its pale pinkish-white surface, only for its