110·? ? ? :Arrival of the Birds
117.
This is Superman. Anyone who knows him a little knows that the Son of the Sun has a soft heart, which is completely different from his steel body.
He knew Aria was "dead," and of course he would be sad, even though they had only met... once or a few times? Regardless, seeing Superman mourning for him, the farmer wasn't surprised at all.
It's good that the misunderstanding is resolved. With the powerful external support of Kara and Superman, maybe we can start the action now and contribute to Red Robin's correction of Operation Shit Mountain...
...That’s what the farmer thought before he saw his favorability level jump to eight hearts.
...That's what Aria thought before being hugged tightly by Superman.
Changing bodies was a terrible thing. She regained the feedback of her five senses, and the pain also came to Aria - Superman hugged her very, very hard. He was trying to let her know those words that could not be said and the emotions that were difficult to express through a hug.
It would have been better if Superman could have put down "Aria" before the hug.
Aria was face to face with him, and he suspected that if he hadn't reminded Red Robin any later, his body would have been beaten into a pulp in Superman's arms along with Aria's corpse.
"Sorry, Aria, I didn't notice..." Superman put her down in a panic, and subconsciously wanted to return Aria's "corpse" to her. For some reason, he changed his mind and just adjusted his posture slightly. The farmer's body lay steadily in his arms, as if asleep.
This scene was so weird that even Aria couldn't bear to watch it. She turned her head slightly to avoid Superman's sharp gaze and coughed twice to cover up her mistake.
"Ahem."
He was still looking at her, feeling a little relieved and happy at having survived the ordeal - how could someone with blue eyes do such a foul thing?
"How did you break the barrier?" Kara's previous test flight had been stopped by Lei Xiaogu. Oh, and Kara is also an alien, and Superman is also an alien. Maybe he actually knows some news about the other planet...
For some reason, this time Superman didn't buy into the attempt to change the subject. He called her name again, seriously and solemnly.
"Aria."
Actually, it’s an AAA agricultural and sideline products distributor... But it doesn’t matter, this is just a random name she picked.
"It's me, Superman," the farmer said, turning in a circle to appear harmless. "Or do you need to ask some more questions to confirm my identity?"
However, it is estimated that there are no key questions that can be asked about the interactions between Superman and her. The farmer just feels that it is necessary to dispel the concerns of his teammates before cooperating.
"The situation is a bit complicated, and I may not be able to explain it right away, but I do need your help with the next action..."
Superman shook his head and took several deep breaths. It was as if he was about to move a city covered with kryptonite, and all the functions in his body were surging to the highest level.
Is it now? Is this the best time? Clark Kent and Superman don't know, but he always feels that if some words are not said now, it will be too late, and if some names are not exchanged now, it will be difficult to withstand the next wave thrown by fate.
He whispered, making sure the conversation stayed between them. "Are your friends trustworthy?"
"certainly!"
That's good.
"Aria," after hearing her name, everything else became natural: "I'm sorry to have kept it from you for so long. I always thought I could keep this secret to protect my family, my friends... you." The godly face revealed a mood that did not belong to the Son of the Sun, as eye-catching as Kintsugi craftsmanship.
But the farmer never called on Superman when he encountered danger. Aria only trusted her friends.
There are times, many times, when Kal-El envies Clark Kent.
Now he no longer worries about which of the two identities is more important to her. He just wants to confuse the water named "Kal-El" with "Clark Kent" so that she will think of him next time she is thirsty.
"Did you max out your credit card for war damage compensation? How much is the difference? After I help you, I'll calculate the profit from the fruit wine and see if I can give you some of it..." This is probably the only question that can make Superman look worried, right?
"I'm Clark Kent."
"……oh."
"Hmm? Ah?"
"Yes," the God of the World bowed slightly in front of her. Judging by Aria's expression, he probably didn't need to wear glasses to prove that he was a young reporter. "Clark Kent."
If there was ever a moment in Tim Drake's life when he showed an expression far beyond his character's character, it was definitely the moment when he was possessed by the farmer's ghost.
Shocked Aria's entire family.
How is this any different than Bruce Wayne suddenly announcing he's Batman and has a lucrative side job at a strip club? No, there's a difference. At least Wayne's assets can actually support his impromptu vigilante career. Clark, hiss, Aria seemed to be seeing some unlucky newbie who accidentally sold their bed during their early days and had to sit in a chair every night until dawn, passed out.
Today has been so exciting, Lei Xiaogu... Mr. Qi, look at what you have done... Oh, no matter whether you heard it or not, I will never let you go today.
The farmer nodded absentmindedly, dug up some tattered equipment from somewhere, and ran away holding his belt.
Clark Kent: ?
No. Did he do something wrong?
"No, relax!" The blonde girl thought she had figured out the farmer's train of thought and said seriously, "She's just worried that Mr. Qi might overhear your conversation, so she wants to kill you to silence you."
Of course, Kal-El's expression changed, not just because of the words "Relax", but also because of Kara's words.
The purest Kryptonian language, the pronunciation is almost the same as the teaching system retained in the Fortress of Solitude.
Is this the biggest gain of this desert journey?
"Kal-El," Kara Zor-El looked at him, "Hello, cousin."
"Aria seems to have a plan, and we're short on manpower right now."
…
The crackling of burning wood woke Tim Drake.
The feeling of having consciousness suddenly disconnected and reconnected is quite uncomfortable, like a precision instrument being treated violently. After the incident, it is worth having a comprehensive physical examination of the brain.
...Of course, Aria should check it out more.
A perfectly sharpened wooden stick was placed on top of the bonfire, with a few black things strung on it. A few tiny sparks jumped in front of it, like extinct stars in the universe, gradually losing their light and heat.
There is nothing else.
It's not quite what Red Robin thought.
He thought he would appear in a white room, just like the one he had accidentally glimpsed in Aria's memory before - all he could see was pure white, a room built completely to deprive the senses and emotions, and anyone who stayed there for a long time would develop claustrophobia.
But now he sat by the campfire, listening to the crackling of the wood, and for a moment he didn't know whether he had arrived at the "place where mistakes can be corrected" as the farmer said, or whether some accident had occurred in the process and sent him to a rainforest on Earth.
There was no point in thinking too much, so Drake picked up the stick that was roasting on the campfire. More than anything else, he wanted to know what the charcoal-like things on the stick were in life.
……Marshmallow?
The carbonized food could not withstand the violent shaking and turned into a pile of ashes right under Drake's nose.
Tim Drake: …
If Bruce didn't have sufficient alibi, he would have suspected that this was his masterpiece.
"Ding ding," the broad leaves of the rainforest rustled. The machine poked its head out, capturing a specific image. The sound was so rapid that it seemed as if the world was about to be destroyed in the next second: "Ding ding ding ding ding!"
Derek took two steps back and stated the facts calmly, "It's gone."
"drop……"
God knows how he could see the emotion of loss in a robot. Tim Drake watched its mechanical arm fiddling with the poor branch, sighed, squatted down, and strung a new string of marshmallows for it.
Roasting marshmallows is particularly challenging to control the temperature. Red Robin skillfully rolls a branch over the open flame, and the surface of the marshmallow is immediately coated with a layer of honey color.
"Give."
The robot waved its mechanical arms, and since the two of them couldn't communicate, Tim Drake could only barely guess that it was for him.
Red Robin would not eat this suspicious food, but used his clothes to cover it up to make the robot think he had eaten it.
The robot mumbled something again, and this time it turned its wheels and walked in front of him.
Does this mean he should catch up?
“…”
This isn't Tim Drake's first reverse dive.
The first principle of infiltration is not to arouse the other party's vigilance. This step seems to be in the plan, but the smooth journey always makes the detective feel a little creepy.
But now he seemed to have no other choice. Drake let out a barely perceptible breath and followed the other party's instructions.
…
After leaving the place that looked like a rainforest, the surroundings finally returned to what Tim Drake had imagined.
Pure white, pure white, all pure white.
What form did he take now? A soul or something else? Whatever form he took, Tim Drake had to admit that he was unarmed—and if this path led to a trap, he lacked the ability to deal with it.
When walking across the next covered bridge, Tim Drake finally met the third existence besides himself and the robot.
A child.
She was huddled in the corner of the covered bridge, and if she wasn't careful, she'd easily miss the place she'd passed. By the time Tim Drake realized it, he'd already strayed from his planned path and was standing right in front of the child.
"What are you listening to?" he asked.
The child had been leaning against the white wall, listening intently to the sounds on the other side. Perhaps there was some kind of restriction here, because until he asked aloud, Tim Drake heard a second sound besides the silence.
"this."
Something whizzed past through the wall.
"The sound of the wind?" Tim Drake listened attentively. The butler would close the doors and windows before the storm came to Gotham, but in fact, Red Robin quite liked the sound of thunder and rain. On thunderstorm days, the overall crime rate in Gotham would drop a lot.
I heard that Bruce would roll down the windows of the Batmobile earlier to feel the almost static night rain while it was speeding, but he doesn't do that anymore.
"What's wind?" She looked up at him, and Derek noticed that she was wearing the same uniform as in his previous memory.
Like some kind of uniform, an industrial product produced in rows.
To be honest, he was a little uncomfortable with such a quiet child. Even if the Gotham kids were scared at the crime scene, they knew to hide behind Batman when facing the bad guys. Some of them cried and snotted, and tried to secretly wipe the tears on their capes.
Don't think he doesn't know, Red Robin knows everything.
Her question was not answered, but the child did not get angry. She looked up and patiently answered his question.
"It's the sound of the aircraft's engine."
This is one of the important entrances and exits of the suspension cabin. Like a bug's nest, hundreds of aircraft depart from here every day and head to their respective scientific research points.
"So you just sit here every day...listening to these sounds?"
"Yes."
She replied.
"So visitor, what are you doing here?"
As if finally certain of something, Tim Drake finally revealed a youthful smile: "My friend assured me that I would be able to return alive, and told me to trust her."
"Now I come to pay my trust."
"Aria." He peeled off the child's identity like peeling an open pine nut.
"Or do you have any other more interesting names?"
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I pinched it a little bit to finish the Riddler segment as soon as possible...
-Not responsible for the small theater-
Chao (hesitant to speak): Aria, I...
Farmer: Bring me the war damage bill so I can take a look first.
(After reading it, take a deep breath): Notify the family and take care of it to death!
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