Jonathan called the police as dusk approached.
The town sheriff, Bob, who was a high school classmate of Jonathan's, arrived at their home with a few officers to take statements.
"Bob, have you caught the killer?" Jonathan asked.
"We found Catherine's body in her antique shop, but the money was missing. The killer might have taken it with them."
Bob didn't refuse to share details with his old classmate, especially since he was the one who provided the clue.
"We staked out the place for a long time, but the killer might have escaped. We haven't found anyone suspicious in town either. Catherine's daughter, Tina, has also gone missing under mysterious circumstances. We suspect she might have been killed too."
"According to the forensic examination, Catherine died a long time ago. The person your wife Martha encountered probably wasn't Catherine."
Bob frowned, recalling the bizarre bank robbery, and muttered to himself.
"Are those espionage techniques, using disguises to appear indistinguishable from the real thing, actually real?"
Jonathan didn't know what to say. After seeing Bob off, he turned and sighed to his wife and sons.
"Bad news, the police came up empty."
"This might be a good thing, though."
Martha worried, "Tina has special abilities; even a handgun can't subdue her. If they really encountered her, Bob and his officers would likely be in danger."
David and Clark weren't surprised. They hadn't expected the police to catch Tina.
Whoosh!
The sun set, and the starry sky covered the heavens. Darkness enveloped the farm, and a cold wind blew, making the wheat fields bow.
Under the bright lights, David and Clark stood on either side of the doorway.
They were sure that if Tina attacked, they would be her first targets.
Even if she tried to sneak up from behind, she wouldn't escape David's superior hearing.
"She'd better be impatient and come for revenge tonight."
David looked into the distance, his voice carrying a chilling tone like the cold wind whistling past the door.
Tina wanted to live a normal life disguised as Catherine to avoid attracting police attention. She hadn't shown up in town all day, likely knowing something had happened. It wasn't hard to guess who reported it to the police.
There's no such thing as a thousand days to catch a thief, but only a thousand days to guard against one.
"According to the forensic pathologist's inference, Aunt Catherine might have fallen down the stairs and died accidentally from a blow to the back of her head…"
Clark scanned the surroundings with his super-vision while speaking hesitantly.
"What are you trying to say?"
David heard the unspoken words in his voice.
Clark glanced back at their parents sitting in the living room. With a look of reluctance, he lowered his voice.
"Leave Tina to me. I'll subdue her."
When Tina came to attack their parents, the coldness emanating from his younger brother was even more intense than when he faced Gregg, who had died by his hand.
He didn't want David to have more blood on his hands, making it impossible to turn back.
"And then what?"
Although it was the same question he'd asked before, Clark patiently persuaded him. David crossed his arms, but he didn't get angry.
"I've already thought of a way."
Clark raised his eyebrows, a hint of pride in his expression. "How to subdue bad guys without worrying about them revealing my identity and abilities."
"Oh?"
David was a little surprised.
He took out a knitted blue mask from his pocket. Seeing that no one was around, he quickly put it on, covering his entire face except for his eyes.
"Can you still recognize who I am, David?"
Clark deliberately lowered his voice, making it deep.
"Going to rob a bank, are you?"
David flicked his eyelids.
The son of Krypton finally thought of a way to hide his identity by wearing a mask. This outfit was only missing a gun to look like a bank robber.
"I got this idea from a comic book."
Clark, teased, didn't lose heart. The problem that had been bothering him now had a solution, and he said earnestly.
"I can't stop Gregg and the others from revealing my abilities, but I can make them think it was some unknown person who subdued them! So, don't interfere later, so you don't reveal anything unusual to our parents."
Clark thought that with this problem solved, his younger brother would no longer have a reason to turn people into vegetable state or kill them to ensure their silence.
But the naive son of Krypton didn't know that David had other intentions for doing so.
Rustle!
Clark was trying to persuade David when a slender, delicate figure with black hair approached from a distance. She was hugging her arms, her face red from the cold, looking like a pitiful child who had run away after a big fight with her parents and was now seeking shelter. Hesitantly, she walked over.
"Clark, David, why are you standing out here?"
"Lana?"
Clark turned his head, completely surprised to see the girl he had a crush on suddenly appear at his doorstep.
"Wait, how did you recognize me?"
He touched his face, certain he was wearing a hood.
"Your clothes, your height—and most importantly, you're standing next to David."
In the cold wind, Lana's eyes were red as if she had been crying, her voice a little hoarse and her tone dejected.
Clark froze for a moment, forgetting about his disguise.
"What happened? Why do you look like this, Lana?"
Seeing tears in the eyes of the girl he liked, his expression changed slightly.
David, after taking a cold look at Lana, nudged the lovesick boy who had forgotten everything else upon seeing her.
"Did you forget something, Clark?"
Clark, who had been about to step forward, finally remembered that he wasn't even sure if the person in front of him was Lana. He quickly activated his super-vision.
"Clark, Auntie thinks I should give Whitney another chance. I had a fight with Auntie, and I don't have anywhere to go. Can I come over to your place for a bit?"
As 'Lana' spoke, she seemed on the verge of tears again and moved to step forward.
"Stop right there!"
Clark reached out, saw a pair of emerald green bones, and said angrily, "Don't try to trick me, you're not Lana!"
"What are you talking about, Clark? If I'm not Lana, then who am I?"
'Lana' looked at him with confusion and grievance.
David's eyes turned cold, ready to act at any moment.
"Tina, you can still turn yourself in now."
Looking at the teary-eyed, wronged expression of the girl he liked, Clark felt a moment of daze, as if in a dream. He bit his lip, regaining his senses, and said in a deep voice.
Jonathan and Martha inside noticed their two sons blocking 'Lana' outside. Jonathan cautiously picked up his hunting rifle, shielding his wife behind him.
"You ruined my life.
I wanted all of you in this family to die one by one, killed by the hands of those closest to you, dying in shock, confusion, and pain."
Her identity exposed and questioned, Tina's pupils contracted. She glanced at the brothers outside and the couple inside, her voice sharp and piercing, as if it came from hell.
Her flesh and bones shifted, returning her to her original appearance.
"How did you recognize me?"
She had considered that the Kent family might know someone who could shapeshift into others, but why could Clark recognize her with just a glance?
"Was Aunt Catherine's death an accident, or did you do it?"
Clark naturally didn't answer. Instead, he stepped forward and pressed her.
"Being seen through has reduced some of the fun, but it won't stop me from killing you.
I'll start with you, Martha!"
Her mother's death mentioned, an enraged Tina's gaze swept past the two men and fixed on Martha. She cracked the ground beneath her feet, leaping forward to crash into the house and kill Martha.
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