【 General Anh My 】 Great Pursuit At The Next Door

Clark stared at the computer screen in a daze again.

He cheated and eavesdropped on the Schmidt house with super hearing, and it was easy to conclude that there was domestic violence in the Schmidt house.

However, in order to solve this matter, proper evidence is needed. And the only witness, Nolan, was reluctant to speak, and even if he did, there was no physical evidence.

He covered his head in frustration, and even thought of installing a bugging device.

Ah, that's not like Superman! And the tapping is not normal evidence.

According to the writing routine, Clark hastily writes a report on Lex Luthor's new technology launch, listens carefully to Perry's heartbeat, and continues to worry after confirming that it is safe.

Louise passed by with the information in her arms, craned her neck to look at his screen, and Clark was so frightened that she used her supernatural speed to bring up the pages of the report.

His senior shook his head and tapped his head with the information in his hand: "It's normal to touch fish, but be careful not to be seen by Perry." Clark

: "I didn't... Well, I'm just thinking about a case. -

Anthony came home late today.

There are no classes this afternoon as it is the last game of the fall season for the middle school football team. It's none of Anthony's business, but he's being dragged to keep order.

Anthony had little interest in the sport, which was popular among teenagers, and as a child he was not very popular at school and did not have the opportunity to participate in this multiplayer sport. Alexander was the winger on their school team's football team, and he was very popular at the time...

Anthony sat on a high stool on the sidelines for an afternoon, and on the way he was hungry and asked a colleague to borrow a piece of bread. I was supposed to watch the last game, but because of the draw and the extra game. He changed his position and finally got to the end of the game.

On the way home, he bought a box of pizza, put it in the passenger seat, and drove home, and when he saw a white sedan parked under his building, he couldn't read the license plate clearly, but the model looked unfamiliar. He was going to drive directly to the underground parking lot, but he saw a familiar person get out of the car.

Clark

Anthony was interested, parked the car on the side, rolled down the window and stuck his head out to look. The little reporter is such a big man, he will never admit his mistake, he didn't leave immediately when he got out of the car, and he held the door and said something to the driver's seat, and after finishing speaking, he carefully closed the door and stood at the staircase to watch the car drive away.

The car passed by Anthony, and Anthony saw a beautiful woman in the driver's seat, looking quite familiar.

He shook his head and drove into the parking lot.

-

Clark had just turned on his computer and was about to sort through his current information when he heard a knock on the door. Open the door, and as expected, it was his neighbor. He looked down slightly, saw the man with half a slice of pizza in his mouth and most of the pizza in his hand, and slammed the box towards his chest.

"Anthony, I thought you should have gone home a long time ago. Clark let him in, "It's not good to eat pizza, I still have some vegetables, do you want me to squeeze some vegetable juice

?" Anthony shook his head, trying to swallow the food in his mouth: "Who sent you back just now? Couldn't it be your favorite journalist senior?"

Clark blushed immediately, Anthony whistled, found a stool to sit down, put the pizza on the coffee table, and looked at him expectantly: "Tell me about your affair!"

Clark closed the computer: "It's not an affair... At dinner tonight, I shared with her my thoughts on the Schmidt case, and she felt that there were some doubts, and she made some suggestions to me..."

Anthony: "It's all dinner, let's talk about work, don't talk about anything else? don't have an appointment for a movie or something?"

Clark's eyes wandered: "It's an appointment... But today is a weekday, and she said she is not available..."

Anthony expressed puzzlement: "Isn't this a dead talk? No time on a weekday means that I am free on the weekend! By the way, I remember that the mall gave me a discount coupon for a movie ticket last time, waiting for me to find out!"

Clark watched Anthony rush out of the room in a daze, regretting it again. Chatting with Louise tonight, I don't know why, well, it should be Louise who opened her head, she shared her best friend's deeds, so Clark followed off topic and blew a wave of Anthony... Now he's so embarrassed! There's no way to talk to

Anthony! Anyway, in the end, Clark and Anthony discussed buying tickets for La La Land. After buying it, Clark reacted: "I should follow up on Schmidt's case..."

Anthony poked the rest of the pizza: "Sweetheart, the case has been closed on the surface, and it is easy for you to follow up as a reporter." And how much time can I waste in one night? I'm going to visit Nolan.

Clark seemed convinced, picking up his phone and calling Louise.

“.... Saturday night, do you want to watch it together?"

I don't know what Louise replied to, Clark looked a little nervous, and kept looking at Anthony. Anthony reacted and whispered, "You've bought all the tickets, and if you don't read it, you'll lose it!" and other friends have something to do, and you're lonely and lonely with no one to accompany you!"

Clark did as Anthony taught, and finally the other end of the phone agreed, and he was immediately relieved.

Anthony put his arm on his shoulder: "Come on, maybe I'll find a girlfriend before I go home for Christmas this year!"

-

Anthony was just joking, but he didn't expect Clark, an honest man, to really send him a box of blueberry cookies and ask him to go see Nolan. Anthony felt a toothache, and he couldn't refuse, who could blame him for what he said?

Anthony Nosy Pate watched with resentment as the little reporter who had been cleaned up by himself ran into the restaurant, kicked the gas pedal and left, swearing in his heart that he would never "boast" in front of Clark again.

When he saw the biscuit box on the co-pilot, he came to --- the biscuit made by Clark was not for him, but for Nolan! I was actually treated as free labor!

The huffing chemistry teacher drove to the familiar neighborhood under the speed limit in the city, parked the car in a temporary parking space on the side of the road, and saw the meter, and became even more angry.

Anthony first tentatively called Schmidt's house, and it was Nolan who answered the phone. The little boy scrambled to open the door to his teacher.

Anthony greeted him with a smile and shoved Clark's box into the hands of the boy in loungewear. Nolan looked surprised: "Mr. Pate, did you make this for me?"

Anthony: "... No, this is what Kent did.

Nolan was still pleased: "Thank you for coming to see me."

Anthony closed the door: "What about your parents? It's the weekend, are you working overtime?"

Nolan ran to pour hot water for Anthony with the box, turned to look at him, "They... Well, they're working overtime.

Anthony glanced at him, but didn't directly dismantle him.

"You haven't been to school for many days, and I've heard that you have submitted a leave of absence to the school. Nolan, I'd like to hear your thoughts.

Nolan didn't speak for a while, and Anthony didn't urge him, looked left and right, found a small sofa and sat down, picked up the hot water on the coffee table and took a sip. The hot water temperature is on the high side, which is just right for this weather.

Nolan stood in place for a moment holding the box, whispering, "It's just... I'm really not in the mood to study... It could be... Depression, I think.

Anthony interrupted him: "Did your parents take you to a psychiatrist?"

"

What about your medical records?Can you show me?Which doctor read it?"

"... All right... No, sir.

Anthony patted the couch beside him and motioned for him to sit down. Nolan sat down for a while, and put her legs together like a lady, and the box of biscuits was still on her knees.

"You're a smart and sensitive man, Nolan. Anthony looked him in the eye, "You should have noticed what Kent and I had discovered. You know what I want to ask.

Nolan didn't answer. He looked at the teacher for a moment, then looked away in a hurry, and looked down at the box in his hand, as if he could see a flower.

"Something unfair has happened to you, but you dare not resist... No, as a man, you should be willing to resist..."

Anthony tilted his head, and suddenly a bad taste for abetting crime rose.

"If you feel that no one else, like the justice system, like Superman, including me, can save you, then, Nolan, have you ever thought about saving yourself?".