The sensation was quite extraordinary.
Within the confines of District Nine's restaurant, every detail— the layout, decorations, furniture, as well as the people, lighting, temperature, dust particles, air pressure, and even imperceptible elements to human senses— seemed to be meticulously cataloged in Caesar's extraordinary senses the moment he activated them.
"Master, why aren't you eating? Are you full, or is the dish not to your liking?" Eddie, seated nearby, kept an eye on Caesar's every move while also observing the table.
"It's nothing," Caesar replied with a faint smile, pointing towards a table about seven meters away. In a childish tone, he said, "The couple over there is discussing the safety of late-night outings. They also mentioned a mysterious hero called 'Black Demon' who patrols these streets and keeps them safe."
Interested, Eddie asked, "Black Demon? What kind of hero goes by such a messed up nickname?"
With a hint of curiosity in his eyes, Caesar looked at Eddie and replied, "Exactly. They also said that Black Demon is a humanoid monster, entirely black with some white streaks. He preys on criminals at night, devouring their heads, leaving behind headless bodies for the police."
Eddie was taken aback for a moment, then opened his mouth to speak but hesitated, ultimately saying nothing.
Taking a chicken wing, Caesar took a bite with relish and remarked, "Who would've thought? During the day, you work for the foundation, and at night, you're a hero who eats criminals for dinner."
"It's not me..." Eddie began, but he found himself at a loss when he met Caesar's gaze, which seemed to see through everything. Finally, he sighed and admitted, "Okay, I confess. Please keep it a secret and don't tell anyone."
"It would depend on you," Caesar replied.
With a grin, Caesar grabbed a large bottle of cola, guzzling down half of it in one go, visibly enjoying himself.
Feeling a bit uneasy, Eddie couldn't help but feel that Caesar was less like a child and more like a cunning old fox as if he had been outsmarted from the start.
"By the way," Eddie glanced at the table Caesar had mentioned earlier. Despite being only seven meters away, the presence of partitions and decorations, coupled with the dim lighting for ambiance, made it difficult to see clearly. However, two figures could vaguely be seen huddled together, whispering to each other.
"That faint conversation is barely audible in this noisy restaurant," Eddie said, puzzled, turning to Caesar. "How did you hear what they were saying? Did you guess?"
"It's simple, really. All you need is good hearing," Caesar replied confidently.
Skeptical, Eddie's expression betrayed his disbelief.
"Look over there," Caesar gestured with his little finger, indicating a single table about ten meters away. "There's a middle-aged man sitting there. He lost big in gambling today, and his wife and kids left him for someone else."
"Is that even possible?" Even Venom, inside Eddie, was now half skeptical. While it had superhuman hearing akin to a Superhuman, hearing subtle sounds in a noisy environment was still beyond its capabilities.
"Why don't we try it and find out?" Eddie muttered, lifting Caesar with his left arm and grabbing a beer with his right hand, striding confidently towards the single table.
"Why did you bring me along..." Caesar sighed in exasperation.
As Eddie approached the table, he indeed found a balding middle-aged man sitting there, nursing a beer and muttering words like 'loan,' 'luck,' and 'wife' under his breath.
To avoid igniting the man's anger, Eddie tactfully returned to their corner table with Caesar.
Watching him, Caesar said calmly, "Do you believe me now?"
"How did you do that? Did you inherit the boss's telepathic abilities?" Eddie was completely impressed, scrutinizing Caesar curiously. This ability seemed more like mind-reading than just super hearing.
"I've already said that good hearing is all it takes," Caesar sighed lightly, scanning the surroundings. Suddenly, an idea came to him. "Moreover, good hearing can enable you to do much more."
"Hmm?" Eddie looked at Caesar again, realizing that Master had already given him plenty of surprises today.
"Like... " Caesar's gaze shifted towards the restaurant area, quickly finding his target and confidently saying, "That table next to us, the second one, a glass there is about to be broken."
Eddie quickly glanced over and saw two men and two women dining at that table, chatting and laughing throughout the process. At one point, one of the girls, in her excitement, swung her arm slightly, and her elbow accidentally knocked the glass on the edge of the table.
With a 'bang,' the glass filled with water shattered on the ground, startling the diners nearby, and the waiter hurried over to help clean up the broken glass.
From Caesar's prediction to the glass falling and breaking, there was a time gap of two to three seconds, purely accidental, with no third-party forces or telekinesis at play.
Eddie looked at Caesar, his mouth dry, "Master, how did you do that? Don't tell me you heard it."
"Close enough. But this time, I used my eyes and scientific algorithms." Caesar chuckled.
Achieving this seemingly prophetic ability only required Superman's hearing, vision, mental processing, and a decent set of scientific algorithms.
It's like a plane flying at an altitude of ten thousand meters with a ruptured fuel tank. If you can monitor real-time local weather conditions, engine intensity, fuel loss rate, and rescue time of refueling aircraft, and are familiar with the pilot's and central command's emergency judgments, as long as there are no other accidents, you can predict in advance what the outcome of the plane will be and even where it will crash.
Caesar only needed to know, through his newly awakened eyes and ears, he could access all the messages within the restaurant area, with time passing much slower in his perception than observed by humans.
Just now, he heard the exchange between the two men and two women, knew the glass was near the dangerous edge of the table, and saw the female guest's heightened emotions and the increasing frequency of muscle movements in her arm, thus being able to confidently predict the glass falling.
Knowing everything allows for prediction, an astonishing display of seeing the future.
Caesar didn't explain too much to Eddie, just roughly outlining a thinking pattern. Eddie looked at him with an incredulous gaze, "Master, are you a prodigy?"
"Please drop the 'prodigy' part."
Caesar shrugged, and just then, the main entrance of the restaurant opened, and three burly men in windbreakers and coats walked in. They were led by the waiter to a table near the door.
"Master, predict what those three customers will order." Eddie buttered up to Caesar, pouring him a large glass of beer.
"I don't read minds. Besides, is it appropriate to pour me beer?" Caesar rolled his eyes, glanced at the three burly men, and suddenly narrowed his eyes mysteriously, "They - seem to be criminals."
(End of this chapter)
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