To Vanessa's surprise, the doorknob was only gently twisted, but it didn't open.
Peter, standing outside the door, suddenly remained eerily still.
He neither pushed the door open to come in nor walked away directly.
The air fell silent.
Vanessa's heart pounded in her throat with tension.
Finally, just as she was about to break down, she heard Peter's footsteps leaving outside.
After the footsteps gradually faded away, Vanessa collapsed onto the ground with a soft thud.
Breathing heavily, relieved that he hadn't come in, she slowly dropped the dagger in her hand.
A few minutes later, she stumbled to her son's corpse.
Glancing at the night outside, her eyes hardened, "No matter what, I will bring you back to me, Terry."
After Peter left, she went to the kitchen and found a roll of tape, wrapping the pickaxe and shovel together, then making a strap out of rope and placing the tools in the strap.
After all the preparations were complete, she carried her son's body into the car's trunk.
Her husband, Louis, had recently had his driver's license suspended, and the car had been sitting in the garage for a long time.
"Vroom!"
The car roared, speeding through the rainy night.
Vanessa drove the car and soon arrived at a forest outside the town.
The quiet forest echoed with the fearful sound of the wind.
Rain lashed at her hair, and for a moment, an uncontrollable fear even swept through her heart.
Did she really have to carry this corpse through the forest to that place?
But thinking that this might be the only way to save her son, she could only grit her teeth and walk forward.
Thirty minutes later.
Gasping for breath, she finally reached her destination.
It was a pit surrounded by scattered rocks, with many fallen leaves covering the bottom.
The faint green soil peeked out slightly from under the cover of dead leaves.
She placed the wrapped body on the ground, knelt on the muddy ground, and caught her breath for a while.
Then she used the prepared tools to dig a pit in the ground.
The soil, soaked by the rain, was very soft, and Vanessa quickly dug a large pit, placing her son's body inside.
After placing the body, she refilled the earth.
By the time she finished all this, she was too tired to stand up.
After resting for a moment where she was, she stood up and walked back to the roadside step by step.
After Vanessa's figure disappeared, a figure emerged from behind the bushes.
Peter stood in the woods, looking at where Vanessa had buried the body, his brows slightly furrowed.
Earlier, at the storage room door, he hadn't pushed it open to enter.
Vanessa, hiding at the doorway, was easily detected by his sensory awareness.
Her undisguised killing intent, naturally, did not escape his perception.
Although he could easily push the door open and kill her in return.
But considering she was Louis's wife, it was not suitable to rashly kill her.
Besides, he was more interested in what she ultimately wanted to do.
So he didn't push the door open but left the scene, monitoring and following her.
As expected, he discovered a secret!
Walking to the pit surrounded by stones, Peter gazed at the newly dug mound of earth below.
Why did this woman dig up the body and bury it here?
Could it be that this land was different, possessing some magical power to resurrect her son?
Staring at the pit before him, Peter fell into deep thought.
Looking up, his gaze suddenly caught a glimpse of a green glow.
Jumping into the pit, Peter reached out and pushed aside a dead leaf, picking up a faintly green stone from the ground.
The cool green stone was held in his hand.
Is this a meteorite?
No, it shouldn't be an ordinary meteorite.
Observing the strange aura filling the surrounding environment, Peter had a certain guess.
The next day, early morning.
At Patrick Farm, Clark and Mark sat at the dining table eating breakfast.
"Dad."
Mark picked up his milk and drank it all in one gulp.
"Can you buy me an eagle kite?"
"You want to fly a kite?"
"Yes, it would be best if you could also buy me a kite string."
Mark proposed the idea of buying a kite, "I saw someone flying a kite in town, maybe I can experience the feeling of flying, I mean, holding a kite as if I'm flying myself."
"What about Clark? Do you want one?"
Peter asked Clark.
Clark hadn't answered yet when Mark quickly interjected, "Clark hasn't gotten over the funeral yet."
"What's wrong, Clark?"
Peter looked at Clark.
Clark thought for a moment and said, "I feel the atmosphere of the funeral was a bit low, it always makes me think of bad things."
Peter nodded, "Clark, because you saw people's sadness, you also feel sad, right?"
"Maybe."
Clark felt the oatmeal in front of him no longer tasted as good as before.
He looked up and asked Peter with some confusion, "Godfather, is this normal for me?"
"Of course, Clark, sadness is also a part of normal human emotion."
Peter stroked Clark's hair, "People who have just lost a loved one will begin to grieve in the three days after their loved one's passing, and it will continue for four to six weeks; most people will be like this."
"But as time passes, one's feelings will transform into another kind of emotion, like the diverse colors of a rainbow; intense grief will gradually lessen, turning into a heartache, which then evolves into mourning, and mourning finally becomes memory... This process can last from six months to three years."
Clark felt a bit dejected hearing this, "I—it will still last for half a year!"
"That's not your family, so Clark, no need to worry."
After comforting Clark for a few moments, Peter placed a lead box on the table.
"What is this?"
Mark and Clark's gazes were immediately drawn to the lead box.
Without waiting for Peter to speak, Mark immediately opened it impatiently.
A faint green light instantly shone into both their eyes.
Upon contact with this light, Clark immediately felt a sense of discomfort.
Mark didn't notice Clark's abnormality and directly took out the stone and handed it to him.
"Look, Clark, what a beautiful stone!"
Clark reached out to take it.
The moment he touched it, he immediately felt a burning sensation.
He quickly shook his hand back, making a sharp intake of breath.
"Clatter!"
The stone he had thrown was caught by Peter in his hand.
Seeing Clark throw the stone, Mark immediately asked with concern, "Clark, what's wrong with you?"
"I—I don't know either, it just felt like I was burned a moment ago."
Looking at the uncomfortable Clark, Peter imperceptibly nodded.
It was just as he had guessed, the stone he picked up at the burial site last night was Kryptonite from Kryptonian.
As a Kryptonian, Clark's body would rapidly weaken upon encountering Kryptonite.
Although his superpowers haven't fully manifested yet, Kryptonite still affects him.