Chapter 2078: Superman's Cat Getan Adventure (Part 6)

There are orphanages in Cat Getan's slums, but they only cover three communities in the slums, and two of them are built on streets with relatively good public security.

Of course, relatively good public security is relative. In fact, this side has always been a marginal block, with only a comparison between bad and worse.

One of the orphanages was founded by the Wei En Group, and there is also a government welfare project. Clark considered it and decided to go to the public orphanage first.

According to his experience in Metropolis, generally, private orphanages have better conditions. Whether you say these rich people are for tax avoidance or for buying people's hearts, at least they will make the facade project look better. Businessmen will always want to spend money on the blade, regardless of whether the management system is not very humane, at least the children are raised white and fat.

But some public orphanages receive less attention, the screening procedures for community volunteers are not strict enough, and there are often cases where some people have bad intentions.

And Clark suspected whether there were any well-intentioned volunteers in Cat Getan, or whether these lunatics had the ability to be well-intentioned. Judging from the current situation, it is not optimistic.

This is an ancient building isolated on the edge of the community. It should have been built in the 60s or 70s. The door hung with a faded sign. When Clark landed, he saw several children playing in the backyard.

He rang the doorbell, but no one answered, so he simply pushed open the iron gate and walked in himself. He felt that contacting the children would be a good choice. Without prior notice, it would be easier to get the truth from their mouths.

Clark had just walked halfway when he heard the children in the backyard chatting.

"Have all those goods been sold? It's really life-threatening. I still have three bags here. It seems I have to go out and shout again later."

"Who told you to sleep in during the day? The Dean said, if you don't catch a good time, it's hard to sell out. Those little ghosts in the orphanage opposite rely on better nutrition than us and always grab territory."

"Stop talking, wait for me to pack these things up, I'll accompany you out to sell them out quickly, we have to get new goods tomorrow."

It sounds like they are selling something, Clark thought. Many orphanages will organize such activities, basically welfare charity sales, selling some handicrafts they made themselves at relatively high prices, and community residents buy them as charity.

Clark leaned closer to see what they were selling. As a result, just after walking past the corner, he saw a dazzling orange color.

The box was full of orange juice.

Clark narrowed his eyes and looked carefully, and found that the packaging of the orange juice in the box was exactly the same as the one he had bought before, obviously produced by the same factory.

Is someone instigating orphans in Cat Getan to sell drugs?

This is a big deal. Clark immediately started the camera. Of course, it's not to say he didn't turn on the camera before, but this time he adjusted the angle of the camera a little lower, so as not to take pictures of the children's faces.

Clark knew that even in Metropolis, there are natural bad seeds. Even if they have a choice, they don't take the right path and insist on engaging in illegal and criminal activities, but that is a minority.

Even if the number of natural bad seeds in Cat Getan is ten or a hundred times higher, it wouldn't make all the children Clark encountered do this kind of thing. The only possibility is that someone is forcing and instigating them.

Clark adjusted the camera angle, wanting to take a picture of the specific state of the orange juice, but just as he took a step forward, he stepped on the soft soil, making a slight sound.

The children in the yard immediately turned their heads and stared at the direction he was in, like a group of sparrows disturbed.

The two older children bent down and supported their legs on the ground, like little tigers ready to pounce at any time. The younger ones were blocked behind, but also stared at the direction Clark was in with cold eyes. They were as professional as a tactical team.

"Hey, don't misunderstand." Clark walked out, put his hands in front of him, and said, "I have no malice, don't be afraid, children."

The leading boy looked Clark up and down and waved his hand behind him, saying: "It's an outsider."

"I am a reporter from the Daily Planet in Metropolis. I want to investigate the ecology of Cat Getan's bottom layer. Are you willing to accept my interview?"

"Reporter?" The leading boy said somewhat surprised: "Why have you all come to Cat Getan recently? Is it because Bruce Wei En became president? So do you want to say he is good or bad?"

Clark widened his eyes slightly and said: "Did any reporter teach you what to say?"

The boy turned to look at the girl beside him. The girl cleared her throat and said: "They came, and then left, it's that simple."

Clark understood that those reporters didn't interview at all, and even took a picture at the door of the orphanage, and the news was all made up after going back.

Clark suddenly found a kind of light in the girl's eyes. Just as she was about to stand up, the boy stopped her and shook his head at her. The girl lowered her arm somewhat disappointed.

"You hurry up and leave here. You won't get any news you want from here, and we won't say anything to you."

"Okay, I will leave soon, but I am a little curious, who gave you these juices?"

"None of your business."

After speaking, the boy led several younger ones into the house, and the girl directed several people to move the boxes into the house.

Clark followed behind them, wanting to enter the house with them, but the girl blocked the door, looked up at him with big eyes, and said: "I know you must have something special, so Charlie didn't let me do anything to you. He let you leave for your own good, otherwise you wouldn't be able to leave."

Bang, the door was closed. Clark felt that he couldn't force this group of children like this, so he chose another way and flew directly to the second floor to enter from the window.

Just after pulling open the balcony door, he was face to face with a pair of bulging eyes.

Clark was startled, but not because of the figure that suddenly appeared behind the door. He knew there was a humanoid object inside, but didn't expect this thing not to be standing, but hanging from the beam.

There were three people hanging in the room upstairs. When Clark walked in and closed the balcony door, he found that two of them were already complete corpses, and one had even started to rot, while the other still had a breath.

Clark hurriedly untied the one who was still alive, took a basin of water in the sink in the bathroom next to him, splashed it on his face, and then shook his shoulders hard.

The man in the plaid shirt was still a little confused after waking up. After seeing Clark, he was stunned for a moment and said: "Clark, Clark Kent."

"You know me?"

"Aren't you a reporter for the Planet? I am Billy from the Metropolis Evening News. We met once at the Situation Safety and News Release Seminar before. Don't you remember me?"

Clark was too lazy to mobilize his super brain, so he said: "I have some impression, how did you end up here?"

"That group of terrifying children kidnapped me, stuffed me into a trash can, and hung me in the room, together with these two terrifying corpses. They let me wait for death here!"

Billy started to tremble.

"What did you do?"

"I... I just wanted to come here for an interview."

Clark narrowed his eyes and showed a disapproving expression. Obviously, his lie-detecting function was telling him that this man was lying.

"Fine, my editor-in-chief asked me to make up some news unfavorable to Wei En, but the previous few purely made-up news didn't have a good response, so he asked me to take some ambiguous photos, plus language guidance, maybe it would explode."

Clark sighed. No matter how many times, he felt deeply disappointed with the industry he was in, but he still said: "How were you caught by that group of children?"

"I walked in, they pretended to accept my interview, and then gave me a sap from behind." Billy touched the back of his head and showed a painful expression.

Bang!

Clark knocked Billy unconscious again. Just as he stood up, he found that the little girl from before was staring straight at him at the door.

"You are really a trouble, it's a pity we can't kill you." The little girl walked toward the stairs, and Clark followed her.

"Please believe that I am different from that group of unscrupulous reporters. I really want to help you, so can you tell me who let you sell those orange juices with drugs?"

The little girl looked back at him, her eyes still cold, but Clark opened his mouth and said: "I know I came a little late, but um... when Batman was still Batman, I thought I should have a certain degree of respect for him, instead of suddenly rushing into the city where he is and doing something with reckless actions."

"But please believe, it's definitely not because Bruce Wei En became president, or because this city received attention that I came."

"I believe that, because you don't look that stupid."

The little girl walked into her room on the second floor. Clark followed her in. The little girl sat on the edge of her bed and said: "But you came at a very unfortunate time. We are very busy recently and have no time to accept your interview."

"Busy selling those orange juices."

The little girl nodded and said: "Don't treat me like those little idiots in Metropolis. We know what we are selling, and we know what it's for, but still, Metropolis people should stay out of Cat Getan's business. You can't understand all this at all."

"But there must be a reason for this." Clark knelt down in front of the little girl's bed, looked up at the little girl, and said: "If you are willing to explain, maybe I can understand."

The little girl sighed pretentiously and said: "You don't want to know who gave us the orange juice? I can give you a package, maybe you can find the factory."

After speaking, the little girl took out a wrinkled orange juice package that hadn't been poured clean from the drawer, stuffed it into Clark's hand, and waved her hand at him, saying: "Go, big hero, don't come to find trouble with us anymore."

Clark could only leave, because he was worried that if he stayed any longer, this group of children might be in danger.

Although Superman is not a detective, his super vision allows him to see every detail of this city. As long as he finds a transport vehicle carrying this kind of packaging, he can infer the approximate location of the factory.

This line of thinking is very useful for dealing with ordinary lost-and-found events, but when Clark flew into the sky and started searching, he saw thousands of fights, hundreds of car accidents, hundreds of human-crocodile wars, dozens of people with their heads planted in trash cans, and two thieves stealing public urinals in this block, but he didn't see any transport vehicles.

Clark immediately realized that there might be something wrong somewhere. He turned his head and looked at the orphanage he had just come out of, and then found that the children were moving boxes of orange juice out through the sewer. ===== CHAPTER 2079 =====