Chapter 4339

This was a photo that looked quite normal; Clark didn't notice the problem at first either. He only read from it the information that Lex might have lost his mother at a young age, but he just took one more look and suddenly discovered that the posture of the two of them holding hands was somewhat incorrect.

This man was holding little Lex's right hand, but it wasn't a normal hand-holding, but rather as if he was hiding his right hand behind his back, so much so that the two people's movements looked very eerie.

Clark even thought this might be caused by little Lex not standing properly in the instant it was captured. But the photos behind it were each eerie in their own way. For example, in a photo taken at the beach, little Lex was actually wearing a turtleneck sweater. Also, in a photo in the office, the angle of little Lex's ankles was very abnormal.

Clark continued to flip through, and soon found more clues. Although he wasn't particularly knowledgeable about body language, at least he could understand eyes. Little Lex didn't want to take a photo with his father at all, as if he kept wanting to hide to the side, his eyes never looked directly at his father, and his entire demeanor was stiff and numb.

After flipping through the photos, he went to flip through other documents, and finally, Clark found a decisive piece of evidence. That was a record of Alexander Luthor visiting a psychiatric department at a hospital in Metropolis.

"Goal scored," Clark said. He glanced at the hospital's name and the date of the visit, inferred based on Luthor's age; this should be a diagnosis from his teenage years.

Generally speaking, the heir to such a large group would absolutely never go to see a psychologist, because this might cause the board of directors to have doubts. And if the facts were really as Clark guessed, then Lex's father had no reason to send him to see a doctor. Even if he went, there was no need to keep the report.

Then only one possibility remained. As a reporter, Clark still had some understanding of this kind of thing. People with power and money could escape punishment through a diagnosis of mental illness.

Clark looked at the professional term on this diagnosis; he took out his phone to check it, and then found that Lex Luthor suffered from "Bipolar Disorder," which is commonly known as manic-depressive illness.

Clark recalled Luthor's performance and felt that this might not be entirely forged either. So he had a rough inference about the matter.

When Lex Luthor was very young, his father abused him. His body very likely always had injuries, which is why he was secretive when taking photos, either hiding this or twisting that. This caused him very serious psychological trauma and also led to him suffering from mental illness.

And after he grew up a little, he might have entered school like an ordinary person. But because his psychology had already been twisted and he had a very high IQ, he might have committed a certain case at this age and was discovered.

His father, in order to keep the status of the heir to the Luthor family, had to take him to see a doctor and successfully obtained a diagnosis certificate to help him escape punishment. And the diagnosis remained until now.

To figure out if things were like this, Clark chose the simplest method, which was to search online. A helmsman of a large group like Lex Luthor had his life made public, and many people would also be very happy to share some details of their time spent with such a big tycoon.

Sure enough, Clark soon found the social media homepage of someone claiming to be Lex's middle school classmate online, and found the name of this middle school. Searching the name plus the era, he really found a case.

This was a poisoning case. However, perhaps because it was a long time ago, or perhaps because someone deliberately covered it up, the reports he could find were vague. He only knew that someone had poisoned the school's water dispenser, but it was discovered, and therefore it didn't lead to a tragedy.

Clark suspected that this was done by Luthor. Poisoning was very much in his style, and he was a formidable scientist; at that time, his chemical technology must have far exceeded his peers, and it was very easy to extract some toxic components from the school's chemistry laboratory.

As for why it was discovered, it wasn't strange either. This guy's brain in this regard just wasn't bright enough. Isn't he in jail again now?

After knowing these things, Clark could only sigh in his heart. Little Lex was indeed quite pitiful. From a logical standpoint, having an unfortunate childhood of your own is not a reason for you to persecute others. However, it must be admitted that society should bear part of the responsibility for this. Because when little Lex was being abused, no one discovered this matter, and no one went to save him. This was the dereliction of duty of social rules in child protection; the supervision and management of Lex's father were not strong enough, which led to the tragedy.

Since that was the case, Clark felt he could still give Lex Luthor a chance. Not to mention making him how true, good, and beautiful, as long as he wasn't so antisocial.

And this was also for his own good, Clark thought. If you don't have the diamond drill, don't take on the porcelain work. It would be fine if you were clearly antisocial; look at those lunatics in Gotham, they can fight Batman for three hundred rounds; that's what's called truly antisocial. Look at you again, you fought with me, an alien infant, for less than three rounds and ended up in jail. You're really both bad and love to play.

With such a mood, Clark came to the police station where Luthor was detained. At this time, he was still in the detention stage and hadn't been transferred to prison. Actually, logically speaking, he should have already entered prison, but it might be that Amanda had done something behind the scenes. But this also brought convenience to Clark; if he had really been locked in that kind of very tight prison, Clark would also have to spend some effort to see him. It was very easy to handle at the police station.

Taking advantage of the night when the police officers were all resting, Clark flew swaggeringly to the balcony, pushed open the window, and then came all the way down to the detention room.

Lex was sleeping very soundly and didn't discover Clark's arrival at all. Clark felt a bit embarrassed and didn't know how to wake him up, so he simply coughed heavily twice.

Lex turned over and, in the darkness, barely opened his eyes a slit. Upon seeing the figure standing in front of his bed, he let out a loud scream.

Clark scrambled to cover his mouth, made a "hush" gesture to him, and then said: "Keep your voice down, be careful not to call the police over."

"I just want to call the police over! How the fuck are you here?!!!" Lex was almost roaring.

"Don't be anxious," Clark said, "I know you really don't want to see me; I actually don't want to come see you either. But this world is like this; sometimes we all have to do things we don't want to do. And I came here just to keep you from doing things you don't want to do."

Lex didn't seem to have woken up yet, his expression somewhat dull. Clark's whole bunch of roundabout words were said in vain.

"Alright, I'll say it directly. That Amanda Waller, the black woman who came to find you during the day, the head of A. R. G. U. S., also came to find me and threatened me to work for them. I know she also came to find you, and you don't want to work for her either. So how about we cooperate?"

Lex finally woke up; he shrank into the corner, stared fixedly at Clark, and then said: "I knew she came to find me to deal with you. I went with her during the day."

Clark felt a burst of suffocation. He really couldn't figure it out, so he opened his mouth and asked: "Why on earth are you targeting me?! Where on earth did I offend you???"

His tone was full of confusion; he really didn't understand, he and Lex really had no grievances in the past and no grudges in the present, how could they hate each other so much?

Lex just stared fixedly at him without speaking. But Clark discovered he seemed to be trembling, as if he had suddenly fallen ill. So he still sighed and said patiently: "If you have any opinion about me, just say it. Communication is the best way to resolve misunderstandings. You first say, what on earth do you hate about me?"

Lex's jaw was also chattering. He cursed again: "Get out! You damn monster! Stay away from me!"

Clark discovered that this guy simply couldn't communicate; he felt somewhat discouraged, and even a bit suspicious, whether it was really because he was an alien that he couldn't communicate with him smoothly. But thinking about it, how come his communication with others was quite smooth? He could even communicate with Batman!

"I went to your house." Clark really didn't want to bring up other people's sad things, even if this person was his enemy, but he had no choice, so he could only say frankly, "I saw photos of you when you were little. That was actually very strange. Your father abused you, right?"

Lex seemed to be stunned for a moment, and then like a beast provoked, he pounced towards Clark. This bit of impact was about equal to nothing for Clark, but afraid that he would hurt himself, Clark still hurriedly pinned him down.

"You damn bastard!!! How dare you!!!"

Clark thought he was talking about him entering his house without permission, so he said: "Sorry, but I really had no choice. I just wanted to understand you more. If you feel this is very offensive, I can apologize to you."

"Why! Why!!! I prayed so many times, I prayed devoutly every day, but you just didn't come!! No one came! You are not some god at all!!! You are just a cold-blooded coward!!!"

Lex's heart-wrenching roar stunned Clark. He didn't react for a moment to what Lex was saying. However, his brain turned very fast, and he immediately realized that Lex might not be very clear-headed right now.

Clark felt his age might be a bit older than Lex's, or the two of them were about the same. But even from his appearance, it didn't reach the level of being a generation apart. So the person in Lex's mouth who didn't come to save him shouldn't be himself.

Because when Lex was a child, he was also a child. And one was in New Jersey, one was in Kansas, one was in a big city, one was in a small town. They were eight poles apart, so there was no talk of saving or not saving.

And combining words like "prayer" and "god," Clark thought, could Lex be referring to God?

The Smallville where he lived when he was little was also a place with a relatively strong religious atmosphere, where people would talk about God in everything they did. Although Clark didn't believe in God, he also had a certain understanding of this aspect.

So he almost immediately understood Lex's train of thought. When he was being abused as a child, he had prayed to God countless times, but God didn't respond to him, nor did He come to save him. So he hated God.

This was also normal; Clark had heard from a neighbor's child before that if God didn't bless him to pass the exam this time, then he would change the prayer to rock lyrics when praying before meals in the future. Some people believe in God relatively pragmatically, hoping God can help them and give them a response.

Plus, when Lex was abused as a child, no one helped him, so the only one he could count on was God. But God didn't respond to him. It was understandable that he hated God.

But you hate God, so hate God; I'm not God, why are you looking for trouble with me?

But at this moment, Lex seemed to have suddenly woken up again. He retreated to the corner again, stared coldly at Clark, and said: "You people are all the same. High and mighty, enjoying people's faith and praise, but never really helping the victims. Gods are all equally cold and selfish."

"No. Many years ago, God didn't come, but today, many years later, didn't I come?" Clark looked into his eyes and said, "Even if you wanted to kidnap my mother, wanted to create a monster to destroy Metropolis, and couldn't wait to kill me, didn't I still come?"

Lex Luthor's expression froze.