Chapter 604

The metal friction sound of the train wheels sliding over the tracks resounded in the station; as the train slowly entered the station, Clark tightened his coat; he looked at the two pet boxes he was carrying in his hand.

He tapped the pet box with his finger and muttered to himself: "If it weren't for you two little guys, I wouldn't have to take the train."

However, he still carried the pet boxes and walked outside the train station; just as he was about to leave the station, he felt a bit hungry; after all, although Cat Getan is close to Metropolis, taking this kind of slow train still takes a few hours; Schiller's manor was broken, so he didn't keep him for a meal; Clark hadn't eaten anything for a day.

As Superman, although he wouldn't starve to death, a normal appetite still made him want to have a full meal; looking around, the facilities at the Metropolis train station were quite complete, but the food here was very expensive; Clark didn't have much money on hand, so he planned to find something to eat outside the station.

But just at this moment, an enticing fragrance came; he turned his head and found that a small stall selling food had arrived at the entrance of the train station at some point, and now it was emitting an enticing fragrance.

Clark followed the fragrance and walked over; he found that it was a food truck selling hot dogs; the city management in Metropolis is relatively strict, and generally, you can't see food trucks; instead, near his hometown, the Kansas farm, farmers often push food trucks out to sell food made from things they grow themselves; that kind of fragrance is the same as now.

"Origin of Immortal Wood"

Appetite and homesickness together lured Clark; after he walked over, a middle-aged man with a beard was busy behind the food truck; Clark walked over, ordered a large hot dog, and added double sauce and pickles; when he sent this high-calorie delicacy into his mouth, Clark couldn't help but let out a satisfied sigh.

"Oh, what are you carrying? Cats?... They're quite cute." The man said.

"Is that so? I think so too, that's why I adopted it." Clark answered with a smile while eating; he felt that this man was quite talkative; having a good chat partner while eating would also make people feel more pleasant.

"What is the other cage? You raised two cats?" The man selling hot dogs asked while frying sausages.

"Ah, no, that's a mouse with a special fur color; he was dyed, and then I rescued him, that's all." Clark explained with a slightly unnatural tone; obviously, this was a statement someone taught him, and he was always this embarrassed when lying.

"Raising cats and mice together? Your hobby is quite unique." The man hesitated and said; Clark didn't know how to explain, so he could only bury his head in eating.

The atmosphere of the chat became a bit awkward, but under Clark's wolfing down, the hot dog was soon finished; he drank two mouthfuls of free soda, wiped his mouth, waved at the man, and then left.

After leaving the train station, carrying these two burdens, he still couldn't fly; one reason was that he didn't know if bringing pets to high altitudes would cause them stress, and the other was that the yellow-skinned mouse was crying about his fear of heights, firmly not letting Clark take him to a place higher than three floors.

Regarding the fact that a mouse could speak, Clark wasn't too surprised; after all, he had just come out of a city full of cats; there were cats that could speak, so it was normal to have mice that could speak, right?

After repeatedly telling Pikachu not to shout in the city, Clark hailed a taxi and then returned directly to the dormitory of Metropolis University.

The hardware facilities of Metropolis University are better than Cat Getan University, and because Clark was valued by the coach for his excellent performance in track and field competitions, the coach specially transferred him to an apartment building with better conditions; here, not only are there single rooms, but it also comes with a small living room; it is a completely independent dormitory, so raising pets is not restricted.

Opening the pet cage, he let the cat and mouse out; the Bat-Cat darted out, flattened his ears at the first moment, and began to hiss at Pikachu; Clark immediately pressed his large hand on the Bat-Cat's skull, and then said to him: "What did I say before, no fighting!"

As he spoke, he grabbed the Bat-Cat by the scruff of his neck, hugged him into his arms, stroked the top of his head and said: "Don't be nervous, I know, cats may have never seen a mouse that can speak; he scared you, right?"

"What kind of ghost talk are you saying? I want to bite him because he just electrocuted me!"

"But even if he electrocuted you, you can't... wait!

How can you speak too??!

While Clark was shocked, he threw his hands, and the Bat-Cat jumped out directly, arriving on the sofa opposite Clark.

He "meowed" again; Clark discovered that he could still understand what the cat was meowing; the Bat-Cat was saying: "What on earth are you surprised about? Haven't we met before?"

Clark stiffened on the spot and said: "You can't really be Bruce, right? I thought you and him just looked the same..."

The Bat-Cat sighed helplessly; Clark had never thought that he could see Bruce's expression on a cat's face; the Bat-Cat explained to Clark.

Because the consciousness bodies of several people had reached the cat city and could understand the cat's language, so after returning to their bodies, their souls could still understand the cat's language.

Unlike Pikachu, Pikachu could speak human language himself, a standard English with a bit of a West Coast accent, but the Bat-Cat could only "meow meow", but could be understood by the few people who had entered the cat city.

Seeing Clark stunned there, the Bat-Cat lay on the sofa unhurriedly, then looked at him and said: "I don't know how the other me endured you, but haven't you noticed that you have been targeted by someone?"

"What?" Compared to a cat being able to speak, the content of what he said was more worthy of attention; Clark asked uncomprehendingly: "What do you mean I was targeted by someone?"

"The cigarette vendor in the train station on your way here, the man selling hot dogs, the taxi driver, they should all be the same group of people; the goal is to stare at you."

"What you didn't notice is that the cigarette vendor passed by you five times, but your dress and speech and behavior don't look like someone who would smoke; this kind of vendor has strong eyesight and generally won't waste time on someone who won't smoke."

"The man selling hot dogs has been fishing for your words; he said cats are cute, but his expression has always been a bit resistant, and even revealed an expression of disgust, it's just that you didn't notice."

"The taxi driver who chatted with you on the road claimed that he was also a farmer from Kansas, just to get close to you; he felt strange about the brand of agricultural machinery you mentioned; when getting off the car, the expression in the rearview mirror became very cold."

"You..." Clark was choked by this long string of words from the Bat-Cat; he was stunned for a moment, then walked to the sofa helplessly; the Bat-Cat stood up and wanted to run, but Clark grabbed him in one go.

He held the Bat-Cat in front of his eyes, looked into his eyes and said: "Before, I didn't see it a bit; looking at it this way, you don't seem to have blue eyes, but purple eyes..."

"Wait a minute, are you that Joker Cat?? That is the cat that was dyed and then faded? How could you be here?"

The Bat-Cat covered his eyes with his paws; he forgot that except for Schiller, Bruce, and himself, almost no one knew the whole story of this matter; although Clark watched the whole process, he didn't pay attention to the conversation between those few people, so he didn't know what the story was like.

The Bat-Cat briefly told Clark his story; Clark revealed an incomparably sympathetic expression, and then was scratched by the Bat-Cat.

The final result was that the Bat-Cat squatted on the sofa, licking his broken nails; Clark touched his head and said: "I'm really very sorry, you can't attack me, otherwise your nails will definitely break."

Clark reached out, pulled one of the Bat-Cat's cat paws over; the cat paw that scratched him before had two broken nails, and one of them was broken from the root, bleeding a little.

Clark sighed, stood up and began to search for a medical kit in the room, but the medical kit in the dormitory was for people to use; Clark had never used it either, and didn't know how to bandage a cat's nails; in the end, he shook his head helplessly, hugged the Bat-Cat, put him back into the pet box, and then said to him:

"Let's go, we have to go to the pet hospital to see; I heard that if a cat's nails get inflamed, there will be very serious consequences, maybe they won't be able to walk, we have to go see a doctor quickly."

As he spoke, Clark carried the pet box containing the Bat-Cat and was about to leave; Pikachu called out from behind:

"Hey! I didn't see you being so attentive when I said I had a fear of heights; if you do this again, I'm going to be angry!"

Clark sighed helplessly; just when he was about to turn his head to appease Pikachu, Pikachu shouted loudly: "Eh? What is that? Is it a game console?"

"My god! Such an ancient game console, wait a minute! Isn't this the original version of the super expensive reissue I saw at the expo last time? Where is the game cartridge?"

Pikachu jumped and jumped to the table, then turned out the game cartridge himself, and waved at Clark, saying: "You go, I'll help you watch the house."

Clark clicked his tongue, shook his head, didn't say anything, turned around and went out; this time, he held the pet box in his arms, so he could hear what the Bat-Cat was meowing.

"Now, that person at your 11 o'clock direction, every time he walks over, his gaze will stay on you for more than ten seconds; he should be staring at you."

"The driver of the taxi you are sitting in now has no problem, but the person who just got off this car should also be staring at you."

Clark was terrified by what he said; he lowered his voice and said to the Bat-Cat: "Why stare at me? What do I have that is worth their attention?"

"Who knows? It couldn't be because you are powerful, can fly, and your eyes can shoot rays, right?"

Clark heard the sarcasm in the Bat-Cat's words; then, he heard the Bat-Cat continue to say: "These people didn't appear on the first day; obviously, they have been performing their duties for a long time; that is to say, your life has actually been under surveillance."

Clark shivered and asked: "Then what to do? How can I get rid of their surveillance? I'm going to have a holiday soon; if this group of people follows me back to my home, then my parents might be in danger."

"Don't always stare at the cage, keep your expression normal, do whatever you should do, just like usual; obviously, your unusual travel trajectory recently attracted their attention, so they are staring tighter; as long as you return to your usual state, they should withdraw a portion of their manpower; when the time comes, think of a way to investigate."

Obviously, with Batman's external brain, Clark gave up thinking and instinctively followed suit; although this Batman is a cat, perhaps in some sense, it is even better; after all, compared to people, people always trust animals more.

Clark, who took the Bat-Cat to see a doctor, prepared to return directly to his dormitory, and when he opened the door of his dormitory, a scene that made him dumbfounded appeared in front of him.

Two people were lying in his room, scorched all over, obviously electrocuted unconscious; Pikachu stood on the sofa holding a game controller; seeing Clark return, he said:

"These two people invaded your dormitory while you were away; I knocked them down and found this on them."

Pikachu jumped down from the back of the sofa, then took something from the gap of the sofa; after Clark took it, he discovered that it was a medal printed with a sickle, hammer, and red flag.