Chapter 123 I Can See Death, 35,000 Lives Falling Off

Azu glanced at the exploding car coldly, and just as he was about to turn around and leave, he saw Clark standing not far away.

The two looked at each other, as if they had returned to the scene when Zu was six years old, when Azu used his heat vision to drive the Luther Group's car down a deep ditch.

But compared to last time, the two fake agents this time were not so lucky. The car exploded and burned them to ashes.

"John, you...you killed them?!"

Clark asked in disbelief, "You killed two federal agents?"

After the two people who asked for directions and claimed to be federal agents left, Clark noticed something was wrong in Azu's eyes, so he kept paying attention to his movements.

After Azu left the school, Clark immediately followed him.

But now it seems that it is still a step too late.

Azu's expression was calm, "I told you before, Clark, they are not from the FBI."

"That's just speculation on your part."

Clark couldn't believe that Azu could say the words of killing two agents so lightly.

"My senses are not fake, heartbeat, blood pressure, body temperature, tone of voice. I can always detect the difference between them, so I can't be wrong. They are not police, they are people pretending to be police, and they are looking for Zatanna, They are probably the same group as the gunmen who attacked her in the supermarket."

Azu explained his reasons, took a deep breath and continued: "They are not good people."

"But what if you're wrong?"

Clark couldn't understand Azu's thoughts, "What if you are wrong?"

"Even if I'm wrong, I'm still right."

Azu raised his head, "Because I think they have threatened dad's safety, so I will kill them."

"But they haven't threatened the Godfather yet."

Clark said angrily: "Everything is just your guess, and then two people died!"

"Don't be so naive, Clark. There are not many good people in this world. Don't you understand? After going through so much, Father, Old Horry, and Parasitic Demon, you should understand that this world will change because of our abilities. How many disasters have been caused."

"You are using strong words to make sense!"

Azu became impatient with Clark's stubbornness, "Clark, I swear to be dad's spear. No matter who these guys are, as long as they threaten dad, I will get rid of them!"

"Even if they are real agents who know our secrets and threaten the Godfather, you will kill them, right?"

"I never said that."

Azu shook his head, "I'm not a murderer."

"Then why do you take death so lightly?"

Clark felt his forehead pounding. He resisted the impulse in his heart, calmed himself down as much as possible, and continued to ask Azu: "How can you easily watch someone die in front of you?"

Azu looked at Clark, his lips twitching slightly.

Although he was also aroused by Clark now, he still suppressed his irritable mood, "You are not qualified to say this, Clark, don't forget that you almost pulled people off a plane to death last time!"

Clark never expected that Azu would mention the previous matter again.

He was stunned for a moment, exhaled, looked at Azu and explained: "You know that was not the real me. My spirit at that time was controlled by another me in the body."

"That may be another real you, just like a drunk driver who kills someone in an accident. In order to escape the crime, he will say that he was not his sober self at that time."

Azu said, crossing his hands on his chest and taking a step closer to Clark, "Stop making excuses, that's what you really think. Dad has treated you as his own child since you were a child, and has favored you since you were a child, so you want more!" "

"No! I didn't."

Clark took a step back.

"That's what you think. Maybe you don't know it yourself, but I can feel it. You want more!"

Azu's tone became increasingly impatient, and he pushed Clark.

"Dad said that your greatest ability is your innate ability to distinguish between good and evil. But Clark, you can't even guarantee that you are an upright and selfless person."

"I won't be like you, hurting my family just to do what I think is right. Anyone who threatens dad and the farm, I will get rid of them!"

After saying that, Azu turned around and walked to the edge of the road. After taking a look at the burning car under the pit, his figure flashed and disappeared.

Clark stared at Azu who was leaving at super speed, and his clenched fists slowly unclenched.

He wanted to tell his godfather very much, but suddenly he became hesitant.

Although he didn't think what Azu was doing now was right, when he thought of what Azu had just said, he became confused again.

What if what Azu said is right?

Azu wants to be the godfather's spear. From his perspective, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with this.

He let out an annoyed breath.

Padrick Farm.

Peter still doesn't know that Azu helped him get rid of two troubles.

He's on the phone with Chandler.

The other party told him information about the gunman who attacked Zatanna in the supermarket.

"How's it going? Mr. Padrick."

Zatanna waited for Peter to hang up the phone, then came up and asked him.

"They're a metropolitan gang."

Peter asked the confused Zatanna: "Have you had any conflicts with the gang?"

"No, no!"

Zatanna directly denied, "I never knew this gang, and I have never dealt with gang members."

She frowned and said, "My father has never told me this."

Peter nodded and said: "Maybe they are just a tool, a tool that can be abandoned at any time. Is there anything very important in your father's workshop?"

Zatanna thought for a while, "Dad's workshop, I always thought it was a very ordinary room."

She thought about it and didn't feel anything special.

"But there's a song I remember."

Zatanna recalled the content of the lyrics.

"~There is a door in the house. We all have to enter this door eventually, but don't enter it too soon."

"~What is waiting for you in the house, loneliness, coldness, or ruthless darkness? What is waiting there?"

When the other party finished singing, Peter asked: "Is it over?"

Zatanna blinked, "Yes, it's over."

“‘Waiting there is’, what’s the point if there are no lyrics behind it?”

"there is none left."

"Well, maybe you need to explore the answer behind."

Peter didn't dwell on the answer.

He brought a cup of coffee and handed it to the other party, "The key to the matter is that you need to use the key in your hand to open that door yourself."

"Open that door?"

Zatanna sat on the sofa, resting one hand on the table under her chin, looking at the keys in front of her.

"I haven't been home for a long time."

She recalled that when she got up in the morning, her father would sing breakfast songs while making breakfast.

“The pan is great for beating eggs and the pancake syrup tastes great”

Whenever this happens, he would complain to his father, "The lyrics don't make any sense at all."

After getting up and going downstairs, she would see her father placing the dolls on the table, making the dining table messy.

Taking a deep breath, Zatanna pulled away from the memories. She followed what her father had done, covering the coffee cup with a napkin, then grabbed the corner of the napkin with her hand, and said in her mouth - "Disappear" all!"

After reciting the incantation, she opened the napkin and found that the coffee covering it had disappeared.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!"

Peter clapped his hands and said, "Nice magic trick, Zuckerberg."

Zatanna looked up at Peter who was applauding, blushing a little.

"Sir, you should have noticed by now that this...this is not magic, but magic."

"Hmm, I know, but I always thought magic was a type of magic."

Peter said as he walked near the table to search, "Okay, you can't hide a cup of coffee in your sleeve, can you tell me where you hid it?"

Zatanna was amused by Peter, "Dad said magicians never reveal the secret to their tricks."

"That's such a shame."

Peter stood up and said with feigned regret.

Zatanna stared at Peter, and suddenly felt that Peter's image was somewhat similar to her father at this moment.

When he changed the cards, his father would pretend to be very surprised and look around for the changed cards.

Zatanna was stunned for a moment and asked Peter: "Mr. Padrick, are you Superman?"

"Superman?"

Peter asked her, "What Superman?"

"Just super strength, super speed, super vision, stuff like that."

"almost."

Zatanna asked with increasing surprise: "Sir, what can you see with your eyes?"

"many."

"for example?"

"Like I can see death."

"die?"

"Yes, for example, when I talk to a person, I can see 35,000 dead skin cells falling off and disappearing. The death of life is happening all the time."

Zatanna suddenly felt depressed after listening to Peter's words.

"It must feel very bad, seeing death every day."

"It's actually not bad."

Peter picked up the coffee and took a sip, "I will see them as burned out fireworks, or dust in the starry sky."

"That feels a bit romantic."

Zatanna muttered quietly.

late at night.

Zatanna lay on the bed and rubbed the ears of the doll bunny.

"Good night, Burks."

After saying good night to the rabbit, she hung the key on the rabbit doll.

As the moonlight from the window came in, the rabbit, bathed in radiance, suddenly moved its ears and transformed into a real rabbit under the moonlight.