Chapter 4398: Far Star Project (23)

Clark didn't want to be so urgent either, but he knew his immediate superior very well; when he wasn't back, he might still be able to endure it; if he came back and didn't work, he would definitely die a miserable death. The editor-in-chief's patience could last until tomorrow morning at most. If he couldn't get the interview draft, he could basically say goodbye to the reporter industry.

So, even if Luthor Manor was a dragon's den and tiger's lair, he had to break in. But what he didn't expect was that Luthor Manor was indeed a dragon's den and tiger's lair, but the most terrifying dragon wasn't Lex Luthor, but the very person he wanted to interview—Rafanas's corpse.

Clark mixed into the banquet easily. The time he went was just right; many cars were parked at the door, and various celebrities were entering batch by batch; the doormen and parking attendants were too busy to take care of checking invitations at all.

Fortunately, thinking it was his first day back at work, he even wore formal wear specially; although holding a camera bag was a bit strange, it wasn't conspicuous mixed in the crowd, and he was mixed in easily.

After coming to the hall, Clark began to search for today's target. Rafanas was a middle-aged man about fifty years old, slightly fat, bald, with a birthmark on his left hand. These characteristics might not be obvious enough for ordinary people, but Superman had super vision; just the birthmark alone made it easy to distinguish.

Clark looked around and soon saw Rafanas, who was chatting with others, in the corner of the banquet hall. He knew he couldn't just rush up like this; after all, it was an interview, not a kidnapping; he had to find him when he was alone.

After waiting for a long time, Rafanas finally put down his wine glass and walked toward the corridor behind, looking like he wanted to go to the bathroom. Clark passed through the crowd at the fastest speed, walked toward him, and soon followed him.

"Hello, Mr. Rafanas, I'm a reporter from the Daily Planet. Regarding this quarter's municipal management plan, I have some questions I'd like to interview you about; can I take a few minutes of your time?"

Rafanas waved his hand, appearing very impatient, and said: "What's there to ask about those clichés? I have more important things to do now; don't delay my time."

"Other questions can also be chatted about." Clark followed behind him and said, "Please believe in the dissemination power of the Daily Planet; we will report your views and attitudes truthfully..."

Rafanas still wasn't willing, and just walked to the door of the bathroom like this. When he entered the bathroom, he needed to turn around, and when he turned around, he caught a glimpse of Clark's face who had been following him.

"My god! You aren't... you..."

"I'm a reporter from the Daily Planet," Clark emphasized to him again, "Are you willing to accept my interview?"

"Of course, of course. For a dedicated reporter like you, I have always been willing to cooperate." Rafanas smiled like a flower instantly. He said, "I do have a lot to talk about, suffering from no channel to speak out. How about this, you go wait in the reception hall over there first; I'll be there immediately."

Clark, no matter how urgent, couldn't follow him into the bathroom, so he had to walk in the direction he pointed. The reception hall Rafanas mentioned was an independent tower located in the northeast corner of the banquet hall, overall presenting a circular shape, with chairs and tables for reception placed by the window.

This didn't count as a private space, because both the north and east corridors connected here, and there were no doors. This space didn't even have a ceiling; there was a skylight above, but it was relatively small, and one couldn't see the reception area from any angle.

Clark took a look, because this place was relatively far from the banquet hall and relatively remote, no one came at all. Behind the windows were all tall shrubs, and the backyard was completely silent, completely not as lively as the welcoming and sending off in the front yard.

After all, he was mixed in, and it was impossible to ask Luthor for a proper reception room; having such a place was already not bad. Clark sat down and began to write the draft. His questions were prepared on the spot; originally he felt they might be somewhat insufficient, but unexpectedly, Rafanas played his cards completely out of order.

Clark first asked him some common-sense questions, and the other party answered them not bad, which proved his professional ability had no problems. But because Clark had personally witnessed the municipal management level of Metropolis before, carrying preconceived prejudices, he asked several sharp questions about the tent area and homeless people later, but the other party's answers were also watertight. The draft written was exactly the kind of political news draft the editor-in-chief liked most.

Clark had asked almost enough and originally intended to end it, but unexpectedly, Rafanas asked him with great interest, asking about his super-powers for a while, and then asking about his body structure for a while. If it weren't for the lack of any signs of lust in this guy's eyes, Clark would have taken this as sexual harassment.

Chatting patiently for a while, Clark discovered that Rafanas seemed to be just interested in aliens. Anyway, he had already been recognized, and Clark had nothing to hide, so he simply talked about his super-powers and background.

Of course, he didn't mention Krypton, just focusing on the meteorite event reported in the news back then, and the spaceship in the Arctic that many people knew about. He thought this was enough to satisfy Rafanas's curiosity, but his questions became more and more outrageous.

"Did your parents really feel at ease throwing you here back then? Didn't they prepare a few guards or something for you?"

"I'm not a prince," Clark answered somewhat helplessly, "My parents were just ordinary scientists, without such great power. Moreover, the preparation time wasn't enough..."

"So they were scientists. Then was the spaceship that sent you here researched by them?"

"I'm not very clear about this either; it probably went through their modifications too." Clark thought and said; he wasn't that good at lying, especially when facing such a shrewd politician. Say less, make fewer mistakes.

"Then there should also be quite a few scientists who can build such spaceships, right?"

Clark realized this question was a bit wrong, but didn't know who Rafanas was aiming at. He said: "There should indeed be quite a few. What's wrong?"

"Then they might also come to Earth, right?"

Clark immediately thought of the content fabricated in the Egyptian mythology related to the "Serpent of Phrine", which was that Kryptonians had visited Earth thousands of years ago.

Although this story was fabricated and the ones who came might not be Kryptonians, Clark's conclusion at the time was also: it was impossible for him to be the first alien to visit Earth; there might be many predecessors who had been hiding in human society for a long time.

So after thinking for a while, he said: "I don't think my kin have to come to Earth. But all alien civilizations that can build long-distance spaceships have the possibility of visiting Earth, just a difference in the number of people and the time."

He said this very conservatively, basically equivalent to admitting nothing. But Rafanas seemed to be excited, saying: "So there are many, right?"

"What many?"

"Aliens like you."

"Compared to the total number of humans, it definitely can't be counted as many. I think we belong to the minority." Clark answered more and more conservatively; he always felt this old politician was harboring evil intentions.

"Then who do you think might... I mean, in your view, who looks more like an alien? That is, you have some common traits among you, and you can find resonance in them."

The alarm bell in Clark's heart rang very loudly. He realized Rafanas might be inducing him to say something, but he really didn't know where the target Rafanas was aiming at was.

In general, Clark wasn't a person who cared very much about current politics, otherwise he wouldn't have never watched the politicians his editor-in-chief asked him to watch. This time, he finally condescended once, but he actually didn't take it to heart; the draft was written on the spot after coming, mainly just fooling around.

Rafanas's questions made him realize that the current affairs section estimated another bad news had come. In order not to be circled in by this old fox, Clark could only say sorry, and then went to the bathroom.

Arriving at the bathroom, he picked up his phone and searched frantically, first looking at the news page, then clicking to the current affairs section. A large piece of messy clichés made him dizzy, but he still captured the key point quickly—"Martian invasion???"

Clark clicked on that photo of the Martian city taken by the Mars rover, judging from years of reporter experience that this photo shouldn't be fake. But why did Martians want to invade Earth?

Clark scratched his head, not figuring it out for a long time, but he still analyzed from this information that Rafanas might want to ask him who was a Martian.

Clark recalled the scene he saw in the banquet hall, not seeing which one wasn't human? They all looked like humans.

However, he quickly understood a logic, that is, if Martians were easy to be discovered, it wouldn't be his turn to catch them. This kind of alien should be like him, the kind that looked almost exactly like humans, maybe even the internal organ structure was about the same, even if he had X-ray vision, he couldn't see it.

Then there was another inference, that is, if he couldn't see it, humans definitely couldn't see it. Not only couldn't see it, maybe human existing technology had no way to distinguish it either.

This was a big trouble, Clark thought. Originally thought there might be some alien predecessors who had come to Earth long ago hiding in human society, but didn't expect there were so many, and listening to the meaning of the two sides arguing, was it that Martians had been trying to secretly manipulate human society?

Since Rafanas asked like this, it meant he felt there might be Martians among the guests attending today. But Clark really didn't see it; the disguise of these Martians was too powerful.

Clark was actually a bit unconvinced; he felt it should be that he didn't look carefully. After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't suppress his curiosity, so he walked rapidly toward the banquet hall direction, stood by the corridor, and looked at everyone in the banquet hall carefully. He swore he was already very focused, didn't miss any detail, but indeed found nothing.

Clark walked toward the reception hall while thinking about what he had just seen, striving to ensure nothing was missed. When he walked back to the reception hall, he found Rafanas wasn't there, so he thought the other party might also be going to the bathroom.

After all, he didn't return to the reception hall immediately after finishing the bathroom, but stayed in the banquet hall for a while, so it was possible for the two to miss each other. Clark picked up the camera in front of him and fiddled with it; he thought he would take a few photos to look at carefully when he went back; even if he couldn't see the body structure, their clothing and dressing might have flaws, and they could definitely be distinguished.

Just at this moment, he suddenly heard movement on the second floor; he subconsciously looked up, and a corpse fell from the sky, and when it fell to the ground, the pale eyeballs were staring in Clark's direction.

Clark was stunned. He immediately looked toward the side of the skylight, but there was no one there.

Now, only he and this corpse were in the same room, and super hearing was telling him that the topic being discussed hotly in the banquet hall was exactly when aliens would kill people. ===== CHAPTER 4399 =====