"So, these are the key points for the final exam next week. I hope you can give your families a satisfactory answer at the end of June."
The bell rang, signaling the end of class. Chloe walked out, clutching a stack of review materials.
Pete and Clark followed behind her. Little Black scratched his head and looked back at the empty seat. "So, Gino hasn't come to class today?"
"Yeah."
Chloe pursed her lips and nodded towards the books in her arms. "These are the review materials. I'm going to take them to Gino."
Pete and Clark exchanged glances, both wearing knowing smiles.
Chloe was going to find Gino. Pete could only look at Clark. "Alright, Clark, what are you planning to do?"
"Go home and then play video games." Clark clearly wasn't a good student either. The big boy pursed his lips and said, "My parents went to Metropolis for a trip recently, so…"
Pete quickly put his arm around Clark's neck and said, "Great, I'll go with you!"
Black people are naturally bad at studying, and Pete was no exception. He'd rather use the time for studying to sleep!
The three of them parted ways at the school gate. Clark drove the slightly chipped off-road vehicle back to Kent Farm with Pete.
The two of them were immersed in video games.
"Bang!"
Clark fiddled with the controller, controlling his character to knock Pete down.
"Come on!"
Pete let out a wail and collapsed on the sofa without any image.
Clark was about to say something to Pete when a faint noise reached his ears.
"Wait a minute, I think I heard something?"
Clark put down the game controller and ran out of the farmhouse.
The setting sun hung in the sky above the Kent Farm. Clark walked towards the source of the sound.
He pushed open the old warehouse door and looked up at the attic.
A continuous trembling sound rang out from the yellowed wooden boards.
"Crack!"
"Who's up there!?" Clark shouted, pursing his lips.
No one answered.
Pete, who was behind him, also hurried over, holding a flashlight in his hand, and looked at his companion with a nervous expression: "What happened?!"
After the Julie incident, Pete was obviously a little nervous.
"Let's go up and take a look."
Clark clenched his fist.
Their shoes made a "creak" sound as they stepped on the old wooden boards.
The two of them walked towards the attic, and Pete turned the flashlight to the corner of the attic.
The strong light pierced through the darkness, and under the glaring light, a tall, strong black man was lying in the corner, his face covered in sweat.
He looked weak, his eyes sensitive to the light. The Black man struggled to raise his arm.
"What, some kind of bum?" Pete grumbled, grabbing a pitchfork, ready to teach this ancient compatriot a lesson.
"Wait a minute!"
Clark reached out and stopped Pete.
The boy squinted, his eyes lingering on the Black man's features for a moment. "I know him."
"Are you Earl?"
Clark's eyes were filled with shock. "How did you end up on my family's farm?"
The Black man shook his head, his voice trembling as he leaned against the wall. "I came to find your father. He's the only one I trust."
Earl recounted his experience to Clark.
"LexCorp's experiments?"
Clark frowned slightly. The image of Gino flashed through his mind, and he shook his head. "I think there must be some misunderstanding."
"No, there's no misunderstanding!" Earl was agitated. Before Clark could respond, he grabbed Clark's arm. "Look at my hand. My veins are contaminated with a dark green color. Is that normal?"
"Whoosh!"
The instant Earl touched Clark, a terrifying sense of weakness washed over him, and the veins on the back of his hand instantly bulged, radiating a dark green hue.
"Thump!" Clark's legs buckled, and he fell to the ground. Earl was also convulsing violently, his body flickering.
"Cough, cough." Clark weakly gripped the floor, struggling to look up at Pete. "Call an ambulance, quick!"
Earl was taken away by the ambulance.
Pete and Clark sat in the hospital corridor, discussing Earl.
Pete asked curiously, "So, how did you meet that down-and-out guy?"
Clark clasped his hands together, resting his chin on them. A look of reminiscence flashed in his eyes. "Earl used to be an employee at my father's farm. He worked for our family for ten summers. Later, he joined the local LexCorp chemical plant to pursue a higher salary."
"I remember he once taught me how to play the guitar, saying that boys who could play guitar could attract girls."
"No," Pete interrupted Clark's reminiscing. "Playing the guitar won't attract girls. You need money."
Clark's face darkened. He sighed. "Anyway, that's how it is. Earl is a good person."
"It's just that I don't know what he went through to contract this strange illness."
As the two were talking, two police officers entered from outside the hospital. Clark recognized them as the officers who had visited Kent Farm.
"Nurse, could you tell me which room Earl Skinner is in?"
They flashed their badges, and the nurse consulted the computer, saying, "Room five on the second floor."
Clark and Pete exchanged a look and stood up.
Clark approached the two police officers. "Excuse me, I'm a friend of Earl's. What's going on?"
For the American police to come looking for him, it meant Earl might be in trouble.
The two officers looked at Clark. "Are you a friend of Mr. Gino?"
"Yes."
"Alright, we can tell you some of it." The veteran officer in his fifties lowered his voice. "We received orders from the Metropolis police. Earl is suspected of murdering a cleaner from LexCorp."
"What?" Clark was shocked. "That's impossible. Earl, he…"
Before Clark could finish, a cry of alarm rang out from the second floor of the hospital: "We need help here!"
Two police officers immediately abandoned Clark and rushed toward the second floor.
Clark and Pete quickly followed.
When they climbed the stairs and reached the second floor, they saw Earl, dressed in a patient's gown, convulsing violently inside a hospital room. His movements were so fast that he left numerous afterimages in the air.
"Stop him!"
The two police officers roared and lunged at Earl.
Bang!
The two who tried to stop Earl were instantly flung away, slamming heavily into a metal rack in the corner, their mouths opening in pained cries.
"Earl, what's wrong?"
Clark spread his arms and charged towards the man.
Seizing the opportunity, Clark spread his ten fingers and fiercely gripped the man's wrist, restricting Earl's trembling body.
Restrained by a pair of iron hands, Earl struggled for a while, seemingly exhausted. His eyes closed, and he collapsed into Clark's arms.
"Thud!"
Clark also suddenly weakened, and the two of them fell together onto the cold floor.
It was like being immersed in icy seawater, the feeling of powerlessness sweeping over his limbs. Clark's eyelids were heavy, but he forced himself to stay conscious. In the last second before losing consciousness, he told himself, "I must find Gino and get to the bottom of this."
After all, Earl's condition was very similar to those who had come into contact with Kryptonite.
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