Chapter 28 Black Tower

　　Because the famous Superman was attacked in front of the confinement cell, and it happened that a member of the Genius Club requisitioned the confinement cell at this time, although Ester still believed that the mysterious man was someone else, she had to temporarily suspend the investigation of the confinement cell.

　　"I understand." Clark nodded, but he had already made up his mind to continue investigating the truth of the confinement section. After all, it was the culprit that once swept the universe and forced the Kryptonians to move to Krypton.

　　As long as he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to see the scene of countless swarms of insects covering the sky. In that doomsday scene, everyone around him would become food for the insects, and the leading king insect could tear apart the nebula and destroy civilization with just a light bite.

　　What's more, he couldn't talk about the mysterious man and Ahaha at all. Every time the words came to his lips, they were forced to turn into other things. This alone made him stop wanting to ask other people for help, and at the same time, he became even more vigilant about the mastermind behind the scenes.

　　Ester was relieved to see that Clark agreed to stop the investigation. She didn't want this superhero who had saved the world countless times to come to any harm, nor did she want the members of the Genius Club to come into conflict with Superman.

　　"In that case, let's enjoy the scenery of the space station, Mr. Kent."

　　Alan and Ester left in a hurry. It seemed that there were indeed many things waiting for them in the space station. Superman and Pepe who stayed behind stared at each other, and finally Superman rubbed Pepe's little head in anger.

　　"Woof~Woof~" Peppa tilted his little head and sang a dog song.

　　In the consciousness space, the player is going crazy: “Ahhhhhhhhh, it’s going to run out ahhhhhh——”

　　The system almost knocked out sparks on the keyboard: "Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry, I'm drawing energy! Unload the joy mod, freeze the imaginary energy related to the joy destiny..."

　　At the critical moment, the player urgently loaded the protection patch. The great Amber King smashed the consciousness space hard with a hammer. Ahaha, which was spreading like mental pollution, finally stopped and formed a crying face mask in the air.

　　"Woo, woo, in this cold world, only the Amber King's chest can have a trace of warmth. Woo, woo, I want to be the Amber King's dog!" The player tried to hug Clipper's huge fist and cry, but before he succeeded, the God of Protection had disappeared without a trace.

　　"Wake up, host. Clipper is gone. He went to fight the ashes." The system poked the dead player with its ear.

　　The player sat up with a somersault: "He has such a cruel heart."

　　"Stop playing. If you keep playing, I'll start to suspect you're a traitor. How on earth did that guy jump out? The God of Pleasure is so terrifying."

　　The system was talking while its hands were moving, wanting to pack up the crying face mask that sealed a part of Ahaha's energy and put it in the bottom of the box.

　　The player looked at the crying face mask in his hand with lingering fear: "I don't know. When I was making the simulated universe, I loaded some background stories of the star gods. Who knew that Ahaha suddenly came to life? It scared me to death."

　　"The power of a star god is like this. Just touching on the background may affect him personally. Fortunately, we are just role-playing and cannot reach the level of the original novel for the time being."

　　The system put the mask away and placed it under a pile of debris. Aha's crying face seemed to look like a smile at a certain angle, but no one noticed this.

　　"Forget it, let's continue with our script. Only Superman is here this time. Although he is not as good as Beloberg, he is at least a veteran superhero. He can still leverage a lot of world power."

　　The player put the accident behind him.

　　I don’t know if it was Esta’s negligence, but she didn’t take away Clark’s authority.

　　The young reporter from Planet Daily traveled around the space station with a camera in hand, trying to get some information from the staff.

　　"Hello, I'm Clark Kent, a reporter from the Daily Planet. What do you think about the opening of the space station?"

　　the reporter wearing black-framed glasses asked, holding a coiled book and a ballpoint pen.

　　The young clerk who was asked thought that this thing was quite retro. Although he personally liked this kind of classicism, if he had to choose, electronic products would be better:

　　"Oh, they are people from Earth. To be honest, I originally had a lot of objections to this opening. We are already busy enough with our scientific research work, and now we have to receive aliens...outsiders like a tourist attraction."

　　"So what changed your attitude?" Clark asked politely.

　　The young clerk was immediately delighted: "Of course it's because of Ms. Heita! We originally disdained the company's arrangement, but after knowing that it was Ms. Heita's idea, we all had no objection, not to mention--"

　　"What?" Clark demanded.

　　The young clerk turned his head left and right cautiously, leaned down and lowered his voice: "Friend, you must not tell anyone what I am about to say."

　　Clark bent down to cooperate: "I'm a reporter. I'm professionally trained and I will never say anything."

　　The clerk breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good. Let me tell you, I heard that someone wants to use this incident to clean up those old guys who don't obey her management. Those guys rely on the fact that they are the first batch of old people who follow Ms. Black Tower and firmly occupy important positions..."

　　Seeing that the topic was heading towards office politics, Clark changed the subject in time: "Do you all admire Ms. Black Tower?"

　　"Of course, my friend. It was because I admired Ms. Black Tower and wanted to pursue the most cutting-edge technology in the universe that I signed a contract with the company when I was in college and gave up a high-paying job that was within my reach to come to this space station."

　　When the clerk talked about his achievements on Earth, there was pride in his eyes and eyebrows.

　　"I skipped a grade and went to Imperial College. I received a lot of scholarships every year. But when I came here, I found that there are so many hidden talents in this world, and Ms. Black Tower is the only beacon."

　　"So, have you heard of the Genius Club?" Clark asked.

　　The young clerk looked at the bumpkin in surprise and said, "Of course I know! He is an extremely rare genius in the entire universe. Since the birth of Master Boshi, there are no more than three digits of true geniuses."

　　"A true genius?" Clark chewed on the word, but he did not forget the special title of "Boshizun".

　　The young and talkative clerk wanted to share something more, but he was quickly called away by others to handle work, leaving Superman standing there, pondering the clues he had been given.

　　Esta did not seem to publicize the arrival of another genius. It was uncertain whether this was a temporary or permanent decision, but this phenomenon was undoubtedly very beneficial to him. While everyone's attention was not on the confinement warehouse, he had a perfect opportunity.

　　As for the [Boshizun] revealed by the clerk just now... there should be a corresponding answer in the database of the Krypton spacecraft. Unfortunately, he is now in the space station. Unless he flies back to the earth in the physical body, he can only obtain information by inquiring about the news.

　　The young reporter, dressed neatly in a suit, neatly put away his coil notebook and ballpoint pen. In order to facilitate movement, he put on Superman's combat suit under his suit, and then swaggered towards the elevator.

　　"Hey, you, are the big guy." An arrogant voice suddenly appeared, successfully blocking Clark's steps towards the elevator.

　　In order to avoid being discovered by others while sneaking to the confinement section, Clark had to stop and turn around, but he saw no one.

　　"Keep your head down," the voice said again.

　　A doll wearing a black beret and a black dress with purple lining that looks a bit like a bachelor's degree gown?

　　"Um, hello?" The girl doll was pretty and elegant, and her face was somewhat familiar, but she didn't look very happy, or rather, she looked very impatient.

　　Clark didn't know what he did to attract the attention of the puppet. He was eager to get away and explore the mysterious confinement section.

　　"As a Kryptonian, your reaction is much slower than I expected, or is this speed just a disguise for your usual behavior?"

　　The doll held her arms arrogantly, and the angles of her knuckles were no different from those of a normal person. Even though the shape of the joints was too obvious, if Clark hadn't been sure that she had no heartbeat or breathing, it would have been hard to believe that this was a doll.

　　"Who are you? Why do you know my identity?" Clark was almost dizzy by the space station. Before he could say anything about the mysterious genius Ruan Mei, a puppet who knew his true identity appeared here.

　　Is his disguise so obvious? Impossible, Batman didn't notice it, so was it Estelle's idea? Or the mysterious Ms. Ruan Mei?

　　Clark tensed his muscles, ready to fight at any time.

　　"Humph, it seems your brain isn't as fast as you thought. Will a rabbit forget its talent if it stays among snails for too long?"

　　The girl doll raised her beautiful eyebrows, the purple petals on her ears swayed slightly, and the ribbons attached to her ears added a touch of elegant temperament. Even if she didn't speak, she would still be a rare beauty.

　　Even the bald Luthor would not question Superman's super brain. In the Justice League, even Batman would communicate with him in advance before finalizing the plan (really?). Clark felt the long-lost offense.

　　He looked at the girl's face, which he had a vague impression of, and finally remembered the night when he communicated with Wonder Woman. At this moment, the outcome was at hand: "Are you the daughter created by Ms. Black Tower?"

　　Heita blinked his purple eyes, revealing an unhappy expression, looking a little disappointed: "If you regard the puppet you made as a creation, then you barely pass the test."

　　"Let me introduce myself. I don't think there's anyone in this world who hasn't heard of my name. I'm Heita, and this is a telekinetic puppet I made. Hello, Superman."

　　She is more special than anyone you know... Wonder Woman's words echoed in Clark's ears. Superman looked at the childish face of the doll in front of him. Her figure gradually overlapped with the cold pictures in the textbook. At that moment, it seemed as if he had traveled through time and space, and history was standing in front of him.