Chapter 33: Don't Trust the Pretty Big Sister

　　There are two monitoring rooms in the base cabin section, one for Black Bat Cake and one for Tim Cake. The small and soft cake cats hopped towards the two locations. If this video were to leak out, Gotham's terrifying bat legend would be reduced to a comedian.

　　"Kafka, there's a little creature walking towards you." Silver Wolf said vaguely in the headset. Judging from her accent, she was probably blowing bubble gum.

　　"Is it the black one or the yellow one?" Kafka asked with interest.

　　"Is there any difference?" Silver Wolf was puzzled.

　　"Elliot said that the little black thing is very meticulous. If we use words to control it, we will fall into its trap and call Superman." Kafka explained casually, not seeming to care about the risk of being exposed at all.

　　"That's too bad. The one that came is the black one." Silver Wolf typed the code: "Do you need me to deal with it for you?"

　　"Use your ability to transmit Ruan Mei's creation into the void? No, the Star Core Hunter has already provoked a member of the Genius Club, there is no need to provoke another one. Don't worry, I can handle it."

　　"That's good. Now is the critical period for me to invade the simulated universe code. Give me some time..."

　　Silver Wolf's voice gradually faded away, while the sound of the keyboard became more and more urgent. Kafka believed in the ability of the strongest hacker in the galaxy and hung up the headset without hesitation.

　　At the same time that Kafka hung up the phone, Dark Bat Cake pushed open the door of the monitoring room.

　　"What is that?" A clerk sitting at the monitoring table turned to look at the door: "Could it be that the strange object contained in the World Seed Department has escaped?"

　　"Hey, that's Ms. Ruan Mei's creation. I heard it has human intelligence. Stationmaster Estelle said we can use it to help us with our work."

　　The other clerk was obviously very motivated and kept an eye on the messages on his phone. He immediately reminded the clerk who advocated driving the black bat cake out.

　　"Don't be stubborn." The black bat cake nodded seriously.

　　"Uh, what an unpleasant sound." The corner of Section Officer No. 1's mouth twitched.

　　"Shh, keep your voice down. Ms. Ruan Mei must have her reasons for doing this." Clerk No. 2 patted Clerk No. 1 on the back of his head.

　　The proud Maomaocao didn't care about the two stupid bipeds that offended it. It hopped around the entire monitoring room and lingered for a while at the huge screen in the front.

　　At this moment, the attention of the entire department was attracted to it.

　　"Ah, what a cute little thing." A fashionable female clerk covered her heart with her hands, her beautiful eyes filled with smiles, and the single pearl earring on her right ear swayed in her hair.

　　"Don't be stubborn." The black bat cake jumped onto the monitoring table relying on its identity as Ruan Mei's creation.

　　“Hey, hey, hey, don’t move. The data here are very precious. If anything goes wrong, even if you are Ruan…” An officer tried to stop this daring little thing.

　　"Don't be stubborn." Bat Cake ignored everyone.

　　"Hey, you guy..." The clerk was furious and wanted to pick up the damn cat cake.

　　"Forget it, forget it. That's Ms. Ruan Mei's creation. Maybe it's a test from Ms. Ruan Mei. Let's see if we can guess the intention of this little thing?"

　　There was always someone playing the good cop role, and someone else playing the bad cop role. This clerk was a little older than the previous ones and was a well-known peacemaker in the department. He stopped the impatient clerk's actions.

　　Fortunately, he stopped it quickly. The black bat cake took back the small props in the small bag.

　　"I don't think Ms. Ruan Mei has that much time to spare," the impatient clerk muttered unconvincedly, but now that he had a chance, he decided to take advantage of it. "Forget it, the data can be retrieved anyway."

　　It must be said that the Black Bat Cake is worthy of being a cat cake with the word "bat" in its name. As a substitute for the world's number one partner created by Superman, and coupled with Ruan Mei's hope of creating a genius race, it is effortless for it to understand surveillance videos.

　　The time goes back... the spaceship logs in... Maomaogao stares at the monitor with a serious expression, trying to find the one who has slipped in among the crowd. However, it didn't find anything useful until it saw Superman being taken away by Alan.

　　"Don't argue." It was not frustrated, because it was almost inevitable that the surveillance would not be able to find that guy, otherwise Clark would not need their help.

　　It re-checked the surveillance videos from other places and saw Superman being taken away by a suspicious toilet and then knocked unconscious at the elevator door. Ms. Ruan Mei flashed by in the video, and her figure was deeply imprinted in Maomaogao's mind.

　　Nguyen Mei, Nguyen Mei, where are you going? Are there any traces of our footsteps in the place you are going?

　　The player sitting in the consciousness space thought that perhaps Dark Bat Cake's feelings for Ruan Mei were like Batman's feelings for his parents who were killed in the alley. They had a very similar feeling about losing their mother at a young age.

　　"What's wrong? Do you need help?" The fashionable female clerk walked behind the bat cake and gently stroked its crispy crust with her fingers.

　　Maomaocao shook his head: "Don't be stubborn."

　　"Really? You don't need help?" The clerk respected its opinion and took her hand away, but she seemed to have noticed something and pointed her purple-gloved fingertips at the black bat cake's head again.

　　"Then can you tell me who you are messaging?" Kafka took out a mobile phone from Maomaogao's hand with a smile, and deleted the letters that Maomaogao had typed out with great difficulty with his paw pads, one by one.

　　"Stop being stubborn!" Maomaocao was furious. It tried to remind the other staff members in this way, but when it looked back, it saw the staff members who were talking and laughing before fell to the ground again.

　　"Oh, it's so cute." Kafka smiled and pinched the small iron piece of bat that Mao Mao Gao swung out with his tail between his fingers.

　　"Is this also considered a bat dart?" She looked at the small and delicate blade in her hand. One could tell at a glance that it was made of materials used in the space station. It was resistant to high temperatures and severe cold, light in weight and high in hardness. It was more than enough to be used as a weapon.

　　"Hiss--" The cat's fur stood up and it panted. It was a pity that it had no feet, otherwise it would not have fallen into the hands of this bad woman.

　　Kafka turned the cat cake over like turning over a turtle, and easily confiscated the small props that the kitten had collected with great difficulty.

　　"This belongs to me~" The bad woman shook the small cloth bag with a bat shape printed on it, listening to the clanging sounds inside and counting Superman's footsteps.

　　"One." Superman put down one foot, and a thumping sound came from the corridor;

　　"Two." Kafka tied up the cat cake with purple silk thread and tickled the bat cake's chin with her finger with a smile;

　　"three."

　　Superman pushed open the door of the monitoring room, with a cell phone in his hand: "Bat-cake! Another bat wants to see..."

　　The door closed behind him, and the signal, which was originally smooth but at least faster than 5G, suddenly disappeared. Batman, who was far away on Earth, only saw a purple-red shadow, and the monitor went completely black.

　　"Superman? Answer me, Superman!" he yelled, grabbing the communicator in vain.

　　"Hello, Kryptonian." Kafka leaned against the door, Clark's face reflected in her lifeless pupils.

　　In her hand was a purple-red thread, the same color as the one used to tie up the bat cake. The same thread was also wrapped around the other lying staff members. It was not ruled out that this was her special ability.

　　Superman turned around, used his body to block Batcake, and analyzed calmly:

　　"Are you the mysterious person who stole my identity and boarded the space station? Who are you? What is your purpose?"

　　His abilities are unknown, his reasons are unknown, but both the clerk and Bat Cake are still alive, which means there is still room for negotiation. But what is going on here? How can anyone know his identity?

　　"We are just here to borrow Miss Heita's collection and to get some interesting information."

　　There was no trace of fear in Kafka's eyes, as if she was not facing a superman who could rival the whole world, but an ordinary, non-threatening human being:

　　"I'm Kafka. You may not have heard of my name, but you must have heard of the name of my companion - Silver Wolf."

　　Superman remembered the report Batman made at the Justice League meeting after returning from Beloberg: "You are star core hunters? Wait, you mean there are star cores in the Black Tower Space Station?!"

　　The star core that froze an entire continent for half a century was hidden in this small space station, and it seemed that most people didn't know about it: "Ms. Black Tower has a star core in her collection."

　　He said this confidently, looking just like his good partner who always turns interrogative sentences into declarative sentences.

　　"So you stole someone else's identity to get on the space station, just to steal the star core when the space station was open...but why did you use my identity?"

　　Since they already knew his identity, what good would it be for them to invite Superman to track him down? Was it for the Kryptonian genes?

　　"Is it fun to simulate the universe?" Kafka smiled, "Listen to me——"

　　Her pupil-less purple eyes were filled with mist:

　　"You will forget everything here, happily attend the celebration of the space station, and participate in the new simulated universe rebuilt by the Black Tower. Remember, at the moment of final choice, turn right."

　　The purple coils filled Clark's eyes. Kafka smiled and picked up the black bat cake, and gave it the same hint:

　　"You'll forget everything about me and only know you're looking for surveillance video of You-Know-Who until Superman shows up and lets you talk to a bat."

　　"Snap." A crisp snap of fingers.

　　Clark broke into the monitoring room: "Bat cake! There's a bat that wants to fight you... Hey, why did the signal suddenly disappear?"

　　"Mo Nao?" Maomao Gao, with one paw on the keyboard and the other on the mouse, turned his head and looked at the Superman who came in puzzledly. Has this scene happened before?

　　A clerk holding a coffee cup came over and said, "This is the monitoring room. Filming is prohibited. Are you an outsider? We are shielding against external signals here."

　　"Sir, if you have anything to say, please go to the visitor reception center in front to talk. Outsiders are not allowed to enter the monitoring room." Another female clerk with beautiful lavender makeup said to him.

　　Clark scratched his head and believed this explanation: "I see, Black Bat Cake, can you come out for a moment?"

　　"Don't be stubborn."