Clark was having a hard time accepting this version of himself all of a sudden.
Even though it was another version of himself affected by the personality after the red meteorite.
Could it be that even with his personality transformed, his fear of Eric still couldn't be eliminated?
Clark fell into self-doubt.
"Don't feel sorry, Clark."
Eric put down the newspaper and said to Clark, "You've paid enough."
What he said was that Clark had to lie in bed for a day after coming back before he could get out of bed.
"It seems that I deserve it, but I still have to say to you, it's not my intention, Eric, it's not my intention, I don't want to hurt you."
Clark shook off the mess of thoughts from his mind and said seriously to Eric.
"If you think that way, Clark, to make yourself feel better, I accept your apology."
Eric sat at the dining table and replied casually to Clark.
He didn't care much about Clark's apology.
In his opinion, language can both expose and bury thoughts.
He wouldn't simply react to a few words from others.
"There's something, there's been a criminal case on the other side of the Bennet River."
Jonathan picked up the hot coffee in his hand and said to his family, "Two unidentified persons were killed, and it will take some time to investigate the truth because their identities cannot be determined."
"Bennett River?"
Clark heard the word, his expression somewhat strange.
He had knocked out two killers looking for Jessica near Bennett River before, were they killed?
But even if he had a change of character at that time, he didn't directly kill them.
Who did it?
Clark looked suspiciously at Eric and targeted his suspicion on his younger brother.
But looking at Eric's calm expression, he began to doubt whether he was thinking too much.
"Clark."
Mother Martha interrupted Clark's thoughts and said to him, "There is something that at least sounds good news. You were worried before, from the nurse's fortune teller Carden that heard the prophecy that would happen to the parents, but after experiencing a storm, everyone was safe and sound, meaning you didn't see the future, or, it was a future that could change, isn't it?"
Martha mentioned the prophecy that Clark had seen before, that his parents would have an accident.
"I never believed in fortune telling."
Jonathan said to his family, "The past belongs to the Grim Reaper, the future belongs to you, others cannot change our future, only you, maybe able to do it."
Clark nodded thoughtfully after hearing this.
Now he remembered what he had seen at Carden's.
His parents' tombstones stood around him, his eyes were red and he fought with Eric.
The himself in the cemetery, that madness and beast-like performance, was almost identical to the one after the red meteorite changed his character.
Could it be that. Did he really change the future?
Clark supported his chin with both hands and began to consider whether fate had already been twisted from its original orbit, as his parents said.
Beside him, Eric, when he heard his mother mention Carden, was lost in thought.
Can you catch a glimpse of some of a person's future?
The sanatorium, Carden.
Eric noted down these two key pieces of information and decided to take a look at what kind of existence the other party was when he had the chance.
The next day.
A surprise visitor arrived at the sanatorium.
In the quiet garden, Carden, an old woman, sat at a round table, wearing sunglasses and flipping through a book.
Eric walked behind Carden and stared at her.
"Why don't you come over and sit down, young man, you can't see anything standing behind."
Carden put down the book and faced forward, saying to Eric.
"Eric. Kent."
Eric sat down in front of the old woman and directly said his name.
"I heard you can predict the future and make my brother Clark very admiring."
"Well, so you come here to see, a blind old woman, how in the absence of anything can be seen out of the fate of others?"
Eric shook his head. "I just want to make sure, what did Clark see?"
"You're not Clark's younger brother? He won't tell you in person what he saw? Hmm."
The old woman smiled and knocked on the book, "perhaps your relationship is not that close, but this is normal in life, how can it be so simple to define between people? Sorry, little young man, I'm not going to tell you that Clark saw something."
As she said that, she extended her hand to Eric, "but I can see your fate, and tell you."
Eric glanced at the other person's outstretched hand and smiled slightly, "I don't need to know my fate. I prefer to believe that a person's future is created by himself."
"Then aren't you curious what kind of future you've created? Maybe you'll see Clark, or something else, who's to say?"
The old woman held out her hand to Eric, indicating he should take it.
Eric was silent for a moment, but finally took the old woman's right hand.
Consciousness was quickly drawn out, and the line of sight in front of me was distorted.
The endless darkness engulfed him, and when his vision returned to light, he found himself standing in a ruin.
A red moon rose slowly under the red moon, and under it was a broken city.
Barren, broken, lifeless, dead atmosphere, shrouded everything.
Clark's cloak behind him rustled and slowly descended from the sky.
And he stood in midair, holding a steel fork in his hand, with a hideous black head on top of it.
Wonder Woman in red and gold armor roared, and the fire sword hacked at himself, but was instantly bounced off by his use of the heat vision line.
Black hair, dressed in black tailoring uniforms and fishnet stockings, similar to the big sorcerer's Zatanna's female, thrown out of the wand, the towering dark red energy toward him surrounded.
But the next second, he waved his hand towards the sky, a golden scepter towards himself.
The magnificent golden energy emitted from the scepter instantly shattered Zatanna's magic energy attack.
The screen turned again, and the Wonder Woman and Zatanna in the broken walls suddenly disappeared.
He came to a dark underground, like hell.
Countless white bones rose from the ground, and countless filthy blood swept the earth.
But soon, Eric's consciousness returned.
Open your eyes, instantly withdraw from the illusion.
Holding Carden's cold right hand, looking at the other side.
Carden leaned motionless on the chair, her eyes devoid of light.
"Carden?"
Seeing no response, Eric shook his head and slowly put down her hand.
The old woman had already lost her vital signs.
Eric stood up, left the garden, and walked outside.
Is that your future?
Although it's a little incredible, it's not an impossible future.
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