[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark was wearing a dusty overalls, stepped on galoshes, and walked along the cement ditch with a hoe. The ditch had dried up, and the soil in the ditch was dry and cracked. Clark walked around the plowed paddy field, I saw that a large square of soil had been filled in the corner of the ditch at the corner.

Clark put down the shovel in his hand and thought to himself——I don’t know where the brat is.

These brats don't muddy their bodies with mud, but they fill the ditch neatly. Look at the soil in this half ditch. It's not easy to dry it with one shovel after another. Today's children still have too little homework.

In contrast, how good he was with someone when he was a child, studying every day, or yelling at Rachel's little girl, or exploring the fields or the back woods of Wayne Manor-never did damage Public property, violation of private territory.

Clark stood by the ditch, shoveling up the sharp mounds of soil one by one, and the mounds piled up in the corner were shoveled up. It was not easy to stand on the ditch. Clark looked around, and there was a field full of Can't see people.

The small town boy said "yes" in his heart, and decided to use super speed to be lazy.

Clark jumped down and landed silently in the ditch.The clairvoyance eye looks in through the mound, wanting to see if there are any stones in the mound piled up by the brats. I can see clearly.

Clark gave a soft "tsk", now he hoped that the mound was a prank made by a brat, it was much better than his own canal becoming a corpse throwing site.

Clark held the handle of the shovel and supported the shovel pole with one hand. He passed through the mound of soil with his perspective eyes and looked at the corpse lying at the corner of the canal. Looking a little bit through the perspective eyes, he saw the skull of the corpse shattered into pieces. piece by piece, and the murderer pulled out the teeth of the deceased.

This is a common means of disguising the identity of the victim.

The small-town boy clutched his brow haggardly—this must be a murder!

He carefully shoveled off the dirt covering the corpse, and settled down a decimeter away from the corpse's arm. Clark shook the shovel in his hand, and his hands were extremely steady. He scooped up the dirt on the ulna of the corpse with the shovel The ulnar bone covered with decayed tissue was exposed in the dirt at most a square centimeter in size.

Clark looked at it and felt that such a small piece was exposed, even though he used to be the deputy chief medical examiner of the American Forensic Association and is now the chief medical examiner of the FBI branch in the metropolitan area. It's a human bone, and it's not convincing.Clark stretched out his hand and scratched his chin, picked up a branch from the side of the ditch, and carefully scraped the dirt, and the dirt piled on the bones fell down.

The dirt was scraped away, exposing the bones.

He wanted to point to the mound and say to the police, "Hey, officer, there's a body in there." He didn't want to destroy the original shape of the body at the crime scene at all.

Clark took out his mobile phone and pressed the number "911". The phone rang once and was connected, "911, is there anything I can do for you?"

"Yes, hello, I found a dead body in the mound at the corner of the paddy field and canal on the north side of Kent Farm." Clark said, "I was wearing gray overalls, and I was waiting for the police and on-site investigators beside the dead body."

The police officer was puzzled by Clark's overly calm tone, and only choked out a subject: "You...?"

Clark continued: "I am Clark Kent, the son of a Kent farmer, former deputy chief medical examiner of the American Forensic Association, and currently the chief medical examiner of the Metropolitan FBI Branch."

The police officer was obviously overwhelmed by this string of names.

"Hmm..." The police officer made a nasal sound, paused, and said, "Okay, please wait where you are, the police officer will arrive at the scene as soon as possible."

Clark heard the phone receiver on the other end of the phone "snap" on, and the big gray man jumped onto the ditch ignoring gravity, moved dozens of steps away, and swiped across the ditch. Ashes, sat down haggardly.

Bruce always likes to call him a small town boy. This is because according to the description of the young Bruce Baby, he drove all the way from the airport expressway, drove on the country road, and drove all the way so bumpy that Bruce, who had never been motion sick, almost vomited. come out.Later, the Wayne family donated a large sum of money to the town government to build a rural road connecting the farms in the town.

His home is still 14 kilometers away from the bustling urban area. The people in the town are simple and honest. He has lived here for so many years. During the investigation of the major case that caused a sensation in the country [-] years ago, the residents of the town saw Batches of on-site investigations, the forensic doctor in the small town who has only done fights and injuries for many years is a well-respected pediatrician.

Old farmers who do their job raise the little ones in the town with the highest corn production in Kansas - life here is simple and fulfilling.

Clark glanced at the highly ossified victim of the vicious case, such a ossified victim was very troublesome even for him.Immediately afterwards, Clark thought of someone.

Clark sat by the ditch with his legs loose, and dialed his father's phone with a flick of his finger. The phone rang seven times in succession. Clark hung up the phone and looked to the second floor of his house. He glanced at him, and was not surprised to see old Kent snoring with a blanket on his stomach.

My father sent me out to dig the soil, but my father took a nap by himself, and I had a pity that he still dug up a corpse. After digging out a corpse by himself, in terms of evidence collection and record collection, it would be as much trouble as you think about it. Trouble, if I meet acquaintances in the town - thanks to the blessing of my parents Xuan'er, I might have to assist them in completing the body excavation.

Clark touched the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the gray and haggard man became even more gray.

Clark turned his head and glanced at the first floor of his house. Mommy was baking bread in the kitchen wearing an apron. Clark's fingers twitched on the screen of his mobile phone and got through to his landline.I heard the phone beep twice, and a voice came from the phone: "The Kent family, who is it?"

"Mummy, it's me." Clark sighed heavily, and said, "Didn't Dad let me pass the aqueduct, I saw a corpse in the mound of the aqueduct." The tone was unabashedly mournful.

"Mommy..." Clark looked at his mommy's smiling face, called out in a drawn-out tone, and then said in a serious tone: "I'm waiting for the police officers from the town police station to find the scene of the crime. , I'll be back."

Martha instructed: "Okay, don't rush home. If you can help, please help. After all, our place is remote and our conditions are limited."

"Okay, Mommy." Clarke pronounced clearly and uttered words clearly, but listlessly.

Even if Martha couldn't see it, she could still imagine her tall and big son's depressed and helpless appearance. Her husband was sleeping upstairs and could hear the snoring on the first floor, so she didn't say that she had a super-hearing son.

My son has a strong sense of justice and an instinctive aversion to crime. Clark is one of the best forensic doctors in the United States. He has dissected hundreds if not thousands of victims. After such a long time, his son still can't bear to see the crime committed by murder. Tragic victims.

Then she suddenly thought of the person she met in the town last time, and said, "Clark, do you know? The inspector of the town police station has changed. Do you know who it is?"

"Who?" Clark responded.

"Jack Cook, that little chubby friend you told us about in high school." Martha said with surprise in her tone: "Who would have thought that the little boy who was bullied on campus is now a member of the town police department?" Where is the person in charge?"

In Clark's impression, Jack Cook was a shy and timid fat man who was always bullied in school during the four years of high school, but Cook was also a strong and brave boy. Dare not resist and dare not refute, but he carefully planned and realized his escape.

And in the senior year of high school, Anderson Cavill made that vicious joke on him. It is no exaggeration to say that if Clark hadn't discovered him, this boy would have been in a desperate situation.

Therefore, when the muscular inspector in police uniform, with a standard belt and a police pistol stuck around his waist, walked up to Clark in gray, Clark was stunned.Cook showed a shy smile at Clark, and Clark only saw a little shadow of the big fat man from the 1.8-meter strong man.

"Jesus," Clark said, lightly bumping his fist into Cook's shoulder, "Man, you really did it!"

Every fat man is a potential stock!Look at this handsome boy!

Cook pressed Clark's shoulder, with a little complacency in his tone, a trace of memory, and said: "Of course, I swore to you!" He suppressed his smile, resumed his serious appearance, and asked, "Let me introduce to you, this is Officer Weil who is in charge of the scene investigation, and Dr. Keton, a part-time forensic doctor in our town."

Cook introduced the other two: "This is Dr. Clark Kent, the deputy chief coroner of the American Association of Forensic Medicine."

The two looked at Clark, who was wearing gray work clothes and carrying a hoe in his hand. Dr. Keton looked at the only serious forensic doctor in the town. Before he could speak, Cook asked, "Where's the body?"

Cook's tone was serious and commanding, and Clark glanced at Cook indistinctly. Inspector Cook was completely different from the submissive, timid and shy look he remembered.People will change and grow. Clark hooked the corners of his lips, raised his finger and pointed in the direction, and said, "Follow me."

Clark led a police inspector, an on-site investigator, and a forensic doctor in a flowered shirt, walked a dozen steps forward, reached the corner of the canal, pointed to the mound of soil in the canal, and said, "Here, I will call me To dig the canal, I dug down with a few shovels of soil, and the bone was exposed."

The pediatrician in a flowered shirt put the survey box in his hand by the ditch, and jumped down carefully holding the canal. He stood in the ditch, opened the survey box, found a brush from it, and carefully brushed it to reveal The soil next to a piece of bone that came in, said: "This is indeed a human skeleton, and the ulna of the right arm is exposed." The pediatrician paused, and said truthfully: "Officer Cook, this bone is already bone-white. Hua, my detection ability is not enough to conduct an autopsy on this corpse."

The pediatrician spoke and glanced at Clark suggestively.

Cook, who is used to dealing with trivial disputes in small towns, and the biggest one he encountered in his five years on the job was the hardware store theft, turned his face sullenly and said to Clark, "Clark, look?"

"It's true that I'm a forensic doctor, but what I'm testing is a corpse, a corpse with tissues. This corpse is obviously bone-shattered, and it's not easy to deal with when it is excavated." Clark said his words cautiously.

Officer Weir, who had been silent all this time, said, "You too?" Clark nodded, and Weir continued, "Cook, let's excavate this body and put it in the cold storage of the town hospital first, and then you can contact the higher-level experts."

"I also agree with Weil's suggestion to exhume the victim's remains," Clark said bluntly: "However, I suggest that you contact the Washington FBI. The Jeffersonian Association that cooperates with them has a doctor of human forensic medicine, Dr. Tempus Bray , what she is good at is analyzing the bones of victims, and working with her team to help the FBI solve the case."

"It would be better to solve the case if the original state of the crime scene is maintained."

"Do you mean Dr. Bray?" Weil asked in surprise.

Tempus Bray, Doctor of Forensic Medicine of Jeffersonia, has published a series of detective novels that solve crimes by dissecting human bones, and is currently one of the most popular detective novel writers.

Clark nodded: "You also read her book?"

"Of course, Kathy and Andy, everyone in the police department has read, the best crime novel I have ever read," Weil said. "I believe that Dr. Bray and her partner can solve this case." Then, Officer Weir looked at his leader expectantly.

"I've read it too. Dr. Bray's book is very good." Cook said solemnly, then cleared his throat, and said, "I will try my best." The book fans said that their family is very floating.

"Actually, I have the contact information of Dr. Bray and Agent Booth." Clark said slowly.

The six fiery gazes seemed to have pierced the big gray man, and Cook repeated in surprise: "Do you have Dr. Bray's contact information?!!" His voice soared two tones.

"Dr. Bray is my..." Good friend.

"You don't have to say it!" Cook said loudly.

Clark has three pairs of big bright eyes, and among the three, only Cook knew how popular Clark was from the first year of high school. He tasted half of what Clark said, "Dr. Bray is me..." Ex-girlfriend, ruthless He gave Clark a hard look.

"She's a good friend of mine," Cook said with disbelief in his eyes, "I've worked with them before, you can contact Agent Booth directly."

Clark swallowed a little aggrieved.

Clark blinked, he is really not the playboy that people say, he just needs to get out of people's sight sometimes to do some superhuman work, when he leaves the crowd, he uses the name of a certain fabricated girl, over time, He has an image that cannot be washed away.

The gray and tall man shrugged frankly. It was his honor to know Temples-this is a very good woman.

……

Bray supported her partner's hand and jumped down the ditch. The soil covering the corpse had been carefully removed, revealing the bones that had been ossified. The excavation of the corpse was very professional. The soil was cleaned but the corpse was kept state at the time of burial,

"Bones," FBI Agent Booth, calling Bray by his nickname, asked, "how was it?"

Booth twisted the evidence bag in his hand. He looked at the dirt syringe in the evidence bag. Booth asked Cook, "Is there any other evidence that can prove the identity of the deceased?"

"The body was excavated under my watch, and we only found this syringe," Cook said. "Hopefully we'll be lucky enough to extract DNA from the killer."

"That would be awesome," Booth said with self-deprecating words, "The skull is smashed, the teeth are destroyed, and the DNA of the murderer can be extracted. The bones, the deceased were overdosed to death and thrown away. corpse?"

Bray inspected the victim's damaged teeth, and said to himself: "Male, white, aged between 25 and 30 years old, the cause of death cannot be determined for the time being." Bray glanced at Cook, who was standing by the ditch with his arms folded, and muttered One sentence: "I didn't expect the pediatrician in your small town..."

"This land belongs to the Kent farm." Inspector Cook held his hand on his police belt and asked tentatively, "Do you know Dr. Kent? He gave me your contact information."

Bray raised his head, his eyes lit up, and said, "Clark Kent?"

Booth asked suspiciously, "Who?"

"My good friend." Bray was a little excited, and said, "What about others?" Only then did Cook believe that Bray was really Clark's good friend, not the ex-boyfriend who had broken up with him.

"The FBI reported that you will arrive around [-]:[-] noon today. Clark spent the morning exhuming the body and went home for dinner." Cook felt chilly, and added at the end: "You want to see him Do you, Dr. Bray?"

"Of course, Booth!" Bray called out, "Will you wait for me here or accompany me to see Clark?"

The FBI agent looked at his partner's slightly excited appearance, and his intuition told him that this person should be Bray's good friend, a good friend like Angela."Is the job done here?" Booth said.

"Under the existing conditions, I can't test the body. The body must be sent back to the police forensic room. The body must be packaged and sent to Jeffersonia's laboratory in Washington, DC." Bray said.

Boothby gestured and said, "OK, this lady has requested that the corpse be sent back to the laboratory, and the corpse should be packed and sent back to the laboratory."

Under the leadership of Inspector Cook, Booth asked, "Recently, has there been a missing person report in the town?" The three walked across the field ridge towards the farm hut on the other side of the cornfield.

Cook waved to Clark who was waiting at the door, watching the tall figure running towards them from a distance, Bray shouted: "Clark!"

The big man waved his hand vigorously: "Tampy!" Booth looked at the handsome young man in a pink short-sleeved shirt, with holes in his jeans legs, and mud on his sneakers—the shoes hadn't been scrubbed, It is the dirt stuck on by walking in the fields.Clark's hair was wet, as if he had just taken a shower.

Especially the very hip-hop style leopard-print glasses on the bridge of the nose-the youth is full of vitality, and he smiles like a college student who has not graduated.Booth looked at Clark's strong muscles full of male hormones. The former sniper was very sure that these muscles were definitely not the kind of muscles that could be bluffed by eating protein/powder and exercising in the gym.

Sunny, cheerful, and strong, there is a sense of security that makes people feel at ease when they see it, and these temperaments are blended together, and they are very harmonious.

Booth's tone was a little fluttering: "That's Dr. Kent?" Cook nodded.

The big man ran up to them, and Clark, whose hair smelled like shampoo, reached out, shook hands with Booth, and then hugged the human doctor of forensic medicine who hugged him, and he affectionately rubbed the all-American The back of the head of the best human doctor of forensic medicine said hello, "Tampi, long time no see!"

Bray also smiled very happily.

Booth observed the movements of the two, and felt relieved for some reason. The two were not in the so-called romantic relationship that Cook revealed in his tone. It was obvious that Clark only regarded Tempus as a younger sister.

Booth looked at the moisture in Dr. Kent's slightly curly hair, Bray patted Clark on the back naturally, and then let go of his hand and said, "Long time no see, Clark!"

Booth said coolly, "You don't look like a Squint Squad, you don't even look like a doctor."

Clark blinked: "Squint team?"

Bray said with some helplessness: "The squinting team, Booth's name for us scientists who are active in the laboratory, he said that we are a group of people who look at people with squinting eyes and seem to have an aura of arrogance."

Clark, who was half a head taller than Booth, looked at the FBI agent with his arms folded, tasted Pinbrae's description, moved his footsteps slightly to the side, tilted his head slightly, his eyes intersected with Booth's, and his tone was He said calmly: "I graduated from MIT with two doctorates."

"Oh pooh!" Booth let out a sigh similar to a toothache.

Bray laughed out loud, and Clark, who was pretending to be arrogant, crossed his arms and straightened his back. To be honest, he was so cute.