Chapter 4314

Clark had a feeling in his gut that Schiller was indeed the type of person who enjoyed watching the world burn. His way of doing things proved that he must have done this many times before.

But precisely because of this, Clark also felt that this time was different. He hadn't come solely to cause trouble. Otherwise, with the effort he put into designing and executing this scheme, the Earth would have already been burned to a crisp.

There were indeed some mischievous, playful elements in the overall plan, but that wasn't the point. His energy wasn't entirely focused on that; he must have had some more utilitarian goal.

Therefore, he couldn't have chosen to stay away and not cooperate at this time just to get this group of people to gather at the exhibition, fight, and create a huge spectacle. He must have had some other purpose. What could it be?

Clark didn't intend to ask Lois, even though he felt she should have the answer. But he couldn't always rely on others; he had to learn to think independently, or at least succeed once on his own.

In some respects, Clark was very stubborn. He had a strong obsession with proving his own existence. He didn't want to rely on Batman, nor did he want to rely on Lois. Even if he had to rely on them in the end, he couldn't just give up from the start; he had to try hard until the very last second.

Calm down, Clark, you can do this. Clark cheered himself on in his heart. He thought this hurdle wasn't actually difficult because there were many known clues. Bruce and Lois had already analyzed it very clearly before, and Schiller's behavioral patterns were traceable. As long as he combined them to make deductions, he would definitely be able to figure it out.

Clark had already discovered that although his super-brain processed information quickly, perhaps due to a lack of professional knowledge, he didn't have an efficient way of reasoning. He didn't know how to filter and integrate clues, so when he wanted to start reasoning, he couldn't even find a starting point.

Fine, he couldn't ask Lois for help with this, but he should at least ask her how she usually thought. Clark found an inconspicuous alley to pass through and blended into the crowd to get into a car.

During the drive away, Clark hesitated several times. He wanted to know, but he was afraid Lois would see through his intentions. He struggled there for a long time, the expression on his face changing several times.

Finally, Lois couldn't help it: "Are you not feeling well? Clark?"

"No." Clark shook his head, gathered his courage, and finally said, "How do you usually... I mean, if you want to find the truth about something, what kind of way do you think?"

"You're interested in this?" Lois seemed a bit surprised.

"Yeah, shouldn't I be interested in this?"

"You should be much smarter than humans, right?"

"Not necessarily."

"But if you didn't have a sufficiently smart brain, you wouldn't be able to control such powerful strength, Clark. I know you're very smart."

Although it was a compliment, Clark only shyly acknowledged it symbolically, because he felt it sounded more like sarcasm.

"You might not necessarily be able to use my way of thinking," Lois said, "because my brain isn't that powerful. It's very difficult for me to recall the details of an event; just recalling countless details takes up a lot of my energy. If your memory is better than mine, then you can skip these steps and also notice many details that I can't..."

"Yes, after you skip all of these, do you have any tips?" Clark still wouldn't give up and pressed on.

"You can't skip them." Lois shook her head and said, "Details are everything. You can deduce everything from the details."

Once she said that, Clark remembered that when he confirmed Martha hadn't really been kidnapped, it seemed to be because he noticed that the details of the tragic scene at the Kent farm were a bit off. For example, the scattered hay bales, the tire tracks, and the fact that the oatmeal spilled on the ground couldn't possibly fill a pot.

Therefore, the scene he had just seen might also hide some details. And these details revealed Schiller's purpose.

When Clark started to recall, he found that Lois was right. The biggest advantage of a super-brain was an excellent memory. Even though he had only stayed there for a short while, in reality, every detail of every object there was etched into his mind without a single error. Now, as long as he thought back, he could see it all clearly.

Clark took a deep breath. He first sent Lois back to her residence, politely said goodbye to her, and then returned to his own apartment. He closed the door and lay down on the bed—he had to go back and see the scene.

Clark closed his eyes, searching for the feeling he had after fainting at the military base that day, and began to use his memory to recreate the scene in his mind. First, the simplest room structure, then the household items, and finally the people and various traces and details.

When he opened his eyes again, Clark found that he had returned to the Luthor Hotel. Everything was frozen at that moment.

The aliens holding guns vigilantly, the officer lying on the ground with an ugly expression, the senator and his lover huddled in the corner, the somewhat messy room...

Clark first checked the aliens. Of course, it wasn't that he suspected Schiller was disguised as an alien, but mainly he was worried about whether they had picked up any traces. The result, of course, was no. Then he walked over to the officer and checked them. One of them had some injuries on their arm, but it wasn't from a laser; it was from being hit by debris falling from the shattered ceiling, but there was nothing very special about it either.

Immediately after, he came to the senator's side and glanced at his face. Clark began to search his memory, and then he found a somewhat blurry report. It was blurry not because he hadn't remembered it, but because he hadn't looked at it carefully at the time—after all, he didn't care about political news. The senator probably only had a two or three-second shot, and he hadn't taken it to heart.

His instinct told him that the key didn't lie in the senator's identity. Then he glanced at the female companion, who was also unremarkable, with nothing extraordinary about her.

Clark looked at the bedsheet; there were some wrinkled traces on the edge of the bed. He frowned and flew up, looking down from above the hotel room.

The senator stood up and sat on the bed, while his lover sat on his lap. While the two were flirting, the officer broke in. The interrupted senator was very annoyed, and the few of them had an argument. Subsequently, the aliens rushed out, the two sides had a firefight, and the building unfortunately collapsed.

Seeing this, there was still no problem, and Clark was a bit puzzled. How come he couldn't see any details?

He looked inside and out again, but this time it was different from the Kent farm. The Kent farm was destroyed very severely, with details available for inspection everywhere. However, although this hotel room had gone through a round of firefights, it actually hadn't destroyed too many things; at most, there were a few bullet holes in the wall, a broken vase, and the wall had been cut.

It was too hard, really too hard. Clark had already started pulling his hair: "What on earth can be seen from this?!!!"

Because he couldn't think of a result, Clark really had no other choice. He could only change his line of thinking and start to wonder: If he were Schiller, why would he pull such a stunt?

Actually, if he didn't want to be found, he could just hide. And the fact that the officer could find the Luthor Hotel meant that Schiller must have shown his face here recently. In other words, Schiller had deliberately led the military to the Luthor Hotel. Why would he do that?

Suddenly, Clark had a flash of inspiration. Schiller led people to the Luthor Hotel; the point wasn't Schiller, nor was it the group of people he led, but the Luthor Hotel.

The Luthor Hotel was a property of the Luthor Group, and the most important thing about the Luthor Group was Luthor. In other words, Schiller's behavior was very likely targeting Luthor.

Although Clark was happy to see Luthor being targeted, Schiller and Luthor didn't exactly have a grudge, so why target him?

Since it wasn't for past reasons, then it might be for some future events. Schiller wanted to achieve some goals by targeting Luthor. What could it be?

This was actually simple; Clark thought of it as soon as he tried. The entire Luthor Hotel was cut in half; never mind that Luthor only injured a big toe, even if he were paralyzed, he would have to crawl up to take a look.

The Luthor Hotel was a famous landmark in Metropolis and also the face of the Luthor Group, bringing in significant revenue for the Luthor Group every quarter. As long as Lex Luthor wasn't dead, if something happened to the hotel, he would inevitably have to show his face.

Especially since this time it wasn't a problem inside the hotel, but the hotel itself that had a problem. Such a large hotel collapsing directly from the middle could be called the most significant architectural disaster of the 21st century. If this kind of problem wasn't handled well, the entire Luthor Group would be finished.

The key was that others didn't know this was done by aliens; they would only think that the Luthor Group cut corners when building the hotel, leading to the collapse of the Luthor Hotel building. Although Superman appeared in time, preventing this disaster from causing more casualties, but...

When thinking of this, Clark seemed to suddenly understand a little: this was using himself to provoke Luthor again.

Think about it, Luthor was first played around by Schiller, then lost the gem because of an absurd mistake, and at this critical juncture, the Luthor Hotel had an accident. He was already very angry, and as a result, the Luthor Hotel was saved by Superman, whom he had been guarding against and targeting for a long time. Clark felt that if he were Luthor, he would want to jump into the Atlantic Ocean right now.

Clark was actually a bit intimidated; wouldn't this drive Luthor crazy?

But as soon as he thought that the damn bastard had actually found someone to kidnap his mother, the little bit of sympathy that had just risen in Clark's heart vanished in an instant. Luthor truly deserved it.

But what he didn't expect was that what Schiller did went far beyond this. Clark had just woken up from his dream, habitually turned on the TV, and then poured himself a glass of water, when he heard the host's voice coming from the TV:

"Major accident! The Luthor Hotel building has collapsed, with an estimated number of victims exceeding ten thousand, and the number of casualties is over 2,000. The biggest building collapse disaster of the 21st century is unfolding in Metropolis!"

Clark spat out a mouthful of water.