Patrick's Bizarre Adventure

The editor-in-chief turned around with an unexpected smile on his face, and Clark panicked even more.

After all, based on his understanding of the editor-in-chief, the editor-in-chief has a bad temper, is ugly, has a small heart, and has a lot of troubles. He rarely shows such... a pure and happy smile without any irony.

"Editor, what's the matter..."

"Nice job, Clark!" the editor roared, a smile on his wrinkled face. "The report you wrote yesterday! It's sold out today!"

The editor-in-chief stuffed the newspaper that still smelled of new ink on the desktop into Clark's hands, and pushed the bewildered Clark out the door.

"I'll give you a raise this month! Work hard, young man!"

With the slamming of the door behind him, Clark lowered his head in a daze, and looked at the newspaper he was unconsciously holding in his hand. The huge headline on it was very eye-catching.

"Shocked! The man watched the silence, and the woman cried when she saw it. Let's take a look at New York that you don't know!"

"99% of people don't know that this is the reason why these two things can't be done together!"

……

Clark decided that he could no longer be passive like this.How can a superman who is powerful enough to save the world be afraid of a mere voice?

Clark sat at the dining table in his house with a serious face, facing the empty room in front of him, and he could still hear the voice rambling in his ears.

"You don't seem to be sitting here at this time? What's wrong? Did you suddenly decide to join S.H.I.E.L.D.? Wait, what is S.H.I.E.L.D.? Let me think..."

"Ahem!" Clark cleared his throat, feeling nervous for a long time.He said, "Please sit down."

"Oh my old swan, who are you talking to? The savior of the earth is so crazy? No, there is no sign of it. It seems that the brain circuit is similar to mine. What a pity."

"I'm talking to you."

"No way, no way, no one can really hear me, right?"

"I can hear you."

"Please don't lie to me. I've been testing for days and no one can hear me... Wait, can you really hear me?"

"Of course, I can hear you all the time. Sit down, please."

Clark chuckled inwardly, he had actually been looking forward to this time for a long time.He carefully observed the seat opposite, and at a certain moment, inexplicably, a figure seemed to appear on it.

Clark stared at the slightly whitish three-headed Q-version cartoon figure, only feeling that the bat phone in his pocket was about to move.

"Uh, may I ask, what should I call you?" Clark hesitated a bit. He really couldn't tell the difference between ghosts and ghosts. It is said that there are differences between eastern and western ghosts... Maybe he should ask Constantine to study it.

"emmmm, let me think about it. I don't have any memories of the past, only these few days. But I vaguely remember that I used to be poor? I used to mine for a living...or you can call me P. THEPOOR. )”

"Okay, P." Clark really didn't know how to evaluate this name, but after all, he was more gentle and considerate by nature, so he didn't continue to struggle with this issue.Instead, continue to ask: "You...why are you by my side?" Besides, why can only I see you?

Clark knew that the child probably didn't know the answer to the second question, so he didn't say it directly.Sure enough, the kid answered.

"I've been by your side since I woke up, maybe it's because your side is warmer? Is there a warm feeling?" P said, couldn't help tilting his head, showing off a skilled cuteness, and then said: "It doesn't matter Well, I don't remember anyway."

Clark quickly recalled the cliché skills that Bruce once said in his mind, and then he pretended not to care: "Then what do you remember?"

Sure enough, P snapped his fingers and began to read one by one: "I remember that I used to be a person and I was very powerful. I remember that I lived in New York. I have two good brothers-but I forgot their names. I love strawberry ice cream. And... I seem to have a father?"

Clark: Why is there a question about having a father?

The conversation ended in this way without beginning or end. Fortunately, although Clark hardly had any substantive understanding of this P, he had already put him under his nose anyway, so it shouldn't cause any harm, right?

Clark realized he was wrong.

The whole thing starts with Clark being coquettish, cute, rolling and sapouring, so he takes him to work.

Along the way, the child seemed to have never seen the world, relying on others not being able to see him, he sat on Clark's shoulders generously, and his two little paws had to pull Clark's black hair, like riding a horse This lock of hair controls Clark's walking direction.

“Wow fries!”

“Wow Crepes!”

“Wow Burgers!”

Clark didn't look sideways, and he didn't pay any attention to the Hanhan sitting on his shoulder.Until the lock of hair was pulled up vigorously.

"Ice cream! I want it! Clarke! I want it!"

In order not to go bald when he was young, Clark had no choice but to walk to the stall, and said those three words amidst the boss's inquiry: "Strawberry flavor."

Fortunately, the ice cream was concealed in the air with him when P took it into his hand. Otherwise, even if Clark had super speed, he couldn't cover up why this man had an ice cream floating above his head.

Of course, this is just the beginning.

On the way to work, a man slipped and fell because he stepped on the melted pink ice cream on the ground. His wig fell in front of a deaf-mute beggar due to inertia and gravity, and he screamed in fright. He spilled the bowl in front of him, and the coins in it jingled and scattered all over the ground, and many people took advantage of the chaos to pick them up.

All of a sudden, there were yells of cursing, fighting, and the sound of jingling coins, and there were hundreds of thousands of voices screaming for help, crying for help, snatching, and taking pictures.Wherever it is, nothing is there.

Clark lowered his head in silence, quickly got out of the crowd and fled with a dexterity that didn't match the big man, and handed out a tissue to the top, signaling P to stop dripping ice cream liquid on his expensive suit.

After entering the office, Clark originally thought he could breathe a sigh of relief and decided to devote himself to work seriously, until Louise said tremblingly: "Did someone hand me the document just now?"

He looked up, couldn't help covering his head and sighing.

It turned out that Louise over there was looking for documents, but couldn't find them all the time. P next to her just saw that she decided to lend a helping hand to the good-looking lady. Louise took the habitual thank you and looked back behind her. no one...

Not only did Louise become suspicious, but P beside her also looked aggrieved and pitiful.

P: "I helped her and she didn't even know to say thank you!"

P: "Clark educate her!"

P: "Wait, I remembered, Clark, you used the headline I said for the report and didn't say thank you to me!"

Clark immediately immersed himself in his work-he was already a qualified social animal of a capitalist.