harleyscars Chapter 60: My house has too many people, I'm quitting.
Chapter 60: My house has too many people, I'm quitting.
"……reporter?"
Jaeger looked at Clark Kent's simple personal information: three years ago, he graduated from the journalism department of Metropolitan University, and then joined the local long-established media Planet Daily. He worked as a sports reporter and radio host, and now he is a full-time reporter for the political section.
As for his photos...
Jaeger dragged a recent photo of Clark in the Daily Planet alongside a Superman photo that was on the front page of yesterday's Daily Planet and compared them.
It must be said that whether it is the current Clark, the current Superman, or Clark five years ago, they can all be described as three similar yet completely different images.
Clark now sports a rather old-fashioned hairstyle, wears thick-rimmed black glasses, and is wrapped in a baggy suit that conceals his figure. At first glance, one would inexplicably overlook his appearance and simply think of him as an honest and unassuming small-town youth.
They might even be the kind of person who would run errands for colleagues, like buying coffee, without ever complaining.
Superman, the handsome son of tomorrow, seems to have a natural aura of brilliance that attracts everyone's attention. It's also hard not to feel a good impression of his handsome appearance and friendly smile.
As for Clark in Jaeger's memory five years ago, he was somewhere in between.
He wasn't ordinary; he was handsome, but not to the extent that he was as attractive as Superman—of course, most importantly, five years had changed his appearance.
So unless someone specifically compares a photo of Clark from five years ago with the current Superman, it's actually quite difficult to find any similarities between the two.
Moreover, this guy even changed his hairstyle, wore a conspicuous uniform that was very different from his original attire, and even his outward demeanor underwent a complete transformation.
...Sigh, as expected, mastering the art of disguise is an essential part of being a superhero.
While reflecting on this, Jaeger finally realized that Clark Kent was indeed Superman.
I don't know why I didn't trigger the same achievements as Batman and Iron Man when I met him. Maybe I just haven't met the complete (uniformed) Superman from the current timeline yet?
The poisonous fog finally reacted a beat too late: "Wait, Langdon... so that Clark Kent from five years ago was Superman???"
"Don't you think the two of them have a lot in common in terms of ability?" Jaeger said.
That makes sense, though. Unlike myself, I seamlessly connected five years ago with the present, which is why I immediately noticed the connection between the two.
But from the perspective of the poisonous fog, five years have passed steadily, and Superman only recently appeared, so it doesn't connect him with the strange young man on the cruise ship five years ago.
"So he takes pictures of Superman every day and publishes them in the news?" Poison Mist couldn't help but ask. "I've seen several Superman articles about Clark Kent, and quite a few headlines... So it turns out he was actually taking pictures of himself?"
"Even if you're Superman, you still have to make a living," Jaeger pondered. "I just don't know how he manages to have a full-time job while still having to go out and be Superman every now and then, like running to the bathroom?"
"Wouldn't that mean that in the eyes of his colleagues, this guy is someone whose kidney function is on the verge of collapse...?" The toxic fog discovered the blind spot.
Jaeger: "..."
Jaeger took a deep breath and said sadly, "Alas, becoming a superhero truly comes at a heavy price that ordinary people cannot comprehend..."
……
After opening Superman's box, things were temporarily settled for Langdon Parrels.
But don't forget, this identity card has other values as well.
That afternoon, the front desk of the Parrels Building received something.
"This is...?" The staff member on duty at the front desk took the envelope from her hand.
"Don't ask any more questions. The chairman put it here and said to give it to a man named Jaeger Winchester if he comes."
The person responsible for handing over the items shook his head at this point.
"I wonder who this Winchester is..."
Upon hearing this, the receptionist tactfully put away the envelope without asking what it was.
After all, they're rarely seen, yet they can get the chairman of the Parrels Group, who's inexplicably thriving, to do things for them; there must be a reason...
Of course, if these two employees, who had already begun to grasp the Dihua mindset without any formal instruction, knew that the envelope actually contained only two bank cards that Jaeger had placed there out of fear that he would starve to death if he couldn't get any commissions under his other identity, their expressions would probably be incredibly interesting.
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
That evening.
Having switched back to his [Jaeg Winchester] identity card, Jaeg was slowly walking back, pondering what had just happened.
He discovered that after switching identities this time, he didn't appear in the apartment in Crime Alley like before, but instead appeared in the bathroom of a fast food restaurant in Gotham City.
...It seems that in order to conceal the switching between identity cards, they do not appear in the same fixed location after each switch.
When Jaeger went to the Parrels Building to retrieve the two bank cards, he made a point of inquiring about Langdon Parrels' whereabouts.
The result was that the other party had already left for another city due to business cooperation.
—It seems that it is indeed as I thought. Once an identity card is taken offline, the person corresponding to that identity card will disappear from the public eye under a reasonable excuse.
Very reasonable and scientific.
Jaeger, who selectively forgot that he was an anti-science, occult detective, was quite satisfied.
But perhaps because the opening of the box and the identity card switching mechanism had gone too smoothly before, fate decided to hold back a big surprise for Jaeger.
So when Jaeger returned to his familiar apartment and opened the door, he was greeted by this scene—
"Ugh! Ugh!"
A black-haired boy, whose head was wrapped around Burke's neck and mouth was tightly bound, was struggling and rolling around. As soon as he saw Jaeger enter the room, he desperately made "Ugh ugh ugh!" sounds in an attempt to ask for help, his blue eyes filled with undisguised despair.
Jaeger, who was brutally attacked as soon as he opened the door: "..."
Is this right? How come there's an extra person in my house, and they're even being entangled by my cow snake?