American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!

Noon, Smallville Salon Restaurant.

There are endless sounds related to eating all around.

The spoon stirred in the cup, the hot oil in the pan squeaked and smoked, and the fork scraped against the plate and saucer.

Peter flipped the tender eggs in front of him and raised his head to look at the school not far away.

Three days have passed since Clark and Azu entered school for the first day.

The two naughty children have not yet recovered from the excitement of entering school for the first time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The sound of footsteps hitting the floor was heard, and a middle-aged man wearing a North Carolina hat came to sit across from Peter's dining table.

"Good afternoon, Chandler."

Peter greeted the middle-aged man who had made an appointment in advance.

Chandler did not take off his hat, but looked around nervously, "I told you not to say my name out loud."

Peter looked at the nervous policeman, a little speechless.

"We are not conducting any illegal transactions, why are we so nervous?"

Chandler is a police officer in Smallville Township and has a colleague relationship with Officer Lane.

Peter had made some kind of secret deal with him - he paid Chandler some dollars, and Chandler gave him some inside information about the police department.

Peter casually picked up a cinnamon toast, "Just think that I am a reporter, and the police reveal some inside information to reporters. This is not illegal, right?"

Chandler breathed out and adjusted his sitting position so that his fat body could be squeezed into the chair more comfortably, "You always have a point, Peter."

Peter balled up a large piece of toast and popped an egg yolk, letting the overflowing yellow liquid join the maple syrup surrounding them.

He asked Chandler: "Any clues about the robbery of the Luther family bank?"

As for the robbers who continuously robbed banks and jewelry stores in the town, Peter felt that this guy had challenged his bottom line.

The Luther family bank and jewelry store are his own private territory. This bastard stole his things without permission. He will be furious if he doesn't get rid of him.

So he contacted Chandler and asked him to reveal some internal information about the police department to him.

Chandler looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, then took out a stack of photos and put them on the table.

"After the suspect robbed several banks and jewelry stores in succession, he has disappeared recently. It seems that he has temporarily gone into hiding."

Peter frowned and picked up the photo on the table.

The photos were all of the scene of the robbery of the jewelry store. The glass cabinet was smashed and the metal safe was deformed by the impact.

Peter put down the photo and asked Chandler: "You should have sent people to keep an eye on banks and jewelry stores, right? Why haven't you caught him yet?"

Chandler said helplessly: "He is not an ordinary person. We can't send one or two police officers to follow him, but we don't have enough police force. You know, after the terrorist attack in the auditorium, we have to send police officers to patrol the streets at all times."

Peter nodded, "Do you have any guesses about the suspect's identity?"

"It should be a young man, young and strong, agile and powerful."

"young people?"

Peter frowned slightly, the young man's range widened.

Do you want to take action yourself, transform into Batman and patrol the town at night to catch this guy who may have committed the crime?

"Zi! Zhi!"

While Peter was deep in thought, Chandler's intercom rang.

"Yes, yes, I'm eating out, near Canal Street? I'll be there right away."

Turning off the walkie-talkie, he stood up and said to Peter: "Sorry, there was a murder nearby. I have to rush there right away."

"A homicide? What homicide?"

Chandler put on his hat, "An old man was strangled to death by piano wire at home, but it's not certain. Maybe he was hanged with piano wire."

With that said, he turned around and prepared to leave.

"etc."

Peter stopped him and pointed to an envelope on the table, "You forgot to take something."

"Uh-huh, sorry, my memory has been a little bad lately."

Chandler understood it, picked up the envelope on the table, felt the thickness, and roughly guessed how much money Peter had put in it.

"See you next time, Mr. Padrick."

Chandler said goodbye to Peter happily.

But his good mood was soon ruined by the smell of the murder scene.

The thick smell of blood penetrated his nose like the smell of copper rust, making him want to vomit.

Looking at the horrific scene, with the body almost decapitated by piano wires, he frowned and looked at Officer Lane next to him.

While inspecting the scene, Ryan said to him: "I hope the smell here won't make you spit out your lunch."

Chandler walked up to Officer Lane, "I'm not a rookie. I've been working in the police department for fifteen years. This situation doesn't make me lose my temper. How about it? Any clues?"

Officer Lane closed his notebook and said, "There is a camera at the intersection outside this house."

"Hmm, what did you find?"

"We found a guy in there."

"who?"

Ryan was silent for a second and said, "It's the guy who robbed the Luther family bank."

School.

Clark walked out from the corridor with his schoolbag on his back.

At the end of the school day, the liberated first grade students cheered and fled the classroom.

"Boom!"

A tall, muscular boy with freckles on his face deliberately bumped into Clark's shoulder.

Clark, who didn't notice, was staggered by the impact.

"Farm boy, don't block me when you walk next time."

The tall, freckles boy walked forward and threatened Clark.

Clark didn't speak, just silently put away the schoolbag that fell on the ground.

"Are you okay? Clark."

Martha McConnell saw Clark's books scattered around and came over to help him pick them up.

"Yes, I'm fine."

Clark hurriedly put the book in his bag and was about to leave.

He felt a little embarrassed to be seen in this situation.

Even if the other person is not Lana.

On the other side, Azu, on the other side of the corridor, saw Clark push him down, and his little face suddenly tensed up.

He looked at the freckled boy who was leaving, and followed him with a sullen face.

Instead of going home immediately, the freckled boy went to the facilities behind the school playground.

Various small exercise equipment are placed in the sports facilities. The only larger one is the slide placed in the center.

He likes to play with a group of little followers after school.

But because he stayed at school for a few more minutes today, all his followers had left school, so he had to come by himself.

In a good mood, he walked to the slide and prepared to slide down.

But I don't know why, I always feel like something is following me, and the uneasy feeling keeps lingering in my heart.

Standing on the two-meter-high slide, he looked back uneasily.

Behind him is a peaceful forest.

"call!"

Thinking that he was overthinking it, he took a deep breath.

When he bent down to get into the slide, he didn't notice that a figure suddenly appeared behind him.