After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

Batman said, "Rely on memory."

Now Sasha is trapped in the dark treatment cabin, reminiscing over and over again.

He recalled every look, every movement of Batman at that time, and every prop he gave Batman.

In the lonely darkness, he pondered over and over by himself, strung together complicated clues into a network.

He was thinking about the kissing position that had startled him.

Yes, Batman is also the amorous Bruce Baby.

But that's just his mask.

As the caped fighter of the main body, Batman is a typical leader who puts the goal first and puts the overall situation first. Even if it is not such a bad situation, in normal times, the wind and snow and the moon usually have nothing to do with him.

He thought and thought.

—and then he understood.

The weapons Batman puts on him can really make him fight back when he has lost his system.

But to some extent, if this weapon can really be used.

——Maybe it's murder.

... No wonder he would say that he is not a good person.

But for Karl-El, who is about to have a new Eve now, will it still be murderous?

Sasha thinks in darkness and hardship, accumulating strength alone.

When the dog system chatted with him, he once said that the number of survival stream hosts would decrease by more than 80% every year.

This shouldn't be a reasonable situation, because the host of the survival stream has a unique golden finger-death file reading.

Logically speaking, as long as you don't go too far, after reading hundreds of files, there is always a chance to save yourself.

But many people can't make it to the end.

There are many survival stream hosts, but if they can't survive the two doomsday worlds, they will choose to settle everything under tremendous psychological pressure.

Sasha sighed at the time, but also a little proud: [Then I'm still a top student? 】

System: [The dog host is indeed very classy.After amnesia, complete three worlds. I don’t know how many worlds I have passed before amnesia. It is recommended to find a little red flower from the main system. 】

Sasha: [Maybe I arranged the amnesia myself—to relieve psychological pressure or something. 】

He is now lying in the treatment pod, thinking back to this conversation.

He is only being brain-controlled now, and the system is blocked instead of destroyed.

In other words, there is still a chance to use the Tired Bird in his backpack.

Sasha thought, although he has been homeless for so long, he should still have a family, because everyone has a family.

He can still go home.

On the day he goes home, the main system may send him a little red flower, marking him as a top student in the Survival Stream or something.

Sasha had nothing left, and finally picked a straw for himself.

Just grab it in your hand and never let it go again.

Sasha: [Fuck it.There is nothing like coming home. 】

Sasha: [The dog system said: The first thing you say when you wake up every day is to cheer yourself up! 】

When Karl opened the treatment cabin again, the little prince's eyes seemed to change.

Because Sasha's optic nerve was damaged, the light in the Fortress of Solitude was dimmed a lot by Karl.

The little prince's green pupils, which were half covered by long eyelashes, were still as calm as ashes.

—only at the bottom of the deepest emerald lake.

Something is burning like crazy.

Before he could speak, he heard Sasha speak.

Sasha's voice was very low: "...Don't... lock me here."

Carl said coldly: "I know you want to die. But it's not that easy. Think about your rebel master."

...Karl had never mentioned them so frequently during the most intense battles with the rebels before.

Sasha was silent for a few seconds, then said in a low voice: "I'm inside... I will have nightmares."

Carl glanced at the treatment pod.

He wanted Sasha to heal in a deep sleep state, so the cabin was completely silent and dark, filled with benign hypnotic gas.

When Sasha was brain-controlled, he couldn't control the expression on his face.

So even though he was looking at Sasha through the bulkhead all the time, all he could see was a little prince sleeping peacefully.

Carl rubbed the treatment cabin anxiously.

He quickly put his hand down again.

Carl: "I know what tricks you want to play. Save it, I won't release the control-you don't want to use your weird abilities to defect from me again."

He read the memories of the captured Rebels.

— including Nightwing's.

So he really knew how capable his little Eve was.

He hadn't let Raven read Yeyi's mind for a long time.

Just tell everyone that he is so powerful that there is no need to be too afraid of the little tricks of the rebels.

Only Karl himself knows.

He was afraid to confirm that scene with his own eyes.

He was afraid to see with his own eyes the little prince acting like a baby in someone else's arms.

Sasha belonged to him.From bright blond hair to tender skin, from lake green eyes to red lips, from white fingertips to pink knees, they all belong to him.

His dimples belong to him.His tears belong to him.His joys and sorrows are his, his tenderness and solitude are his.

On that night controlled by abnormal magic, everything was in chaos.

But he remembered Sasha saying, please, give me a hug.

This was the first time Clark touched that soul.

It's not the spoiled and innocent little Krypton, or the foolish little golden retriever.

He broke through layers of camouflaged beautiful shells, and went straight into the deepest part.

He saw a lonely traveler.

The god on earth thought to himself, why.

I give you so much love, but why are you still lonely?

But he thought again that he himself was alone.

Krypton disappears forever in the universe. On the earth as his second home, he carefully uses a disguised identity to continuously establish connections with people, just like countless shining ties that tie him.

Then one day, the Joker cut all those ties.

He drifted away in the clouds again, unable to leave the atmosphere, but also unable to touch the ground.

All-knowing and all-powerful like a god, but with nowhere to go.

Until he has Sasha, the one and only Eve.

The god on earth kisses little Eve's tears and wraps him in his strong arms.

He didn't want anyone to see Sasha like this again.

Just thinking about it makes my heart ache.

But Ye Yi scolded Sasha that day, and slowly sorted out many things in his mind, which was occupied by anger.

He left the Fortress of Solitude very briefly, went to the concentration camp where the rebels were held, and came to Nightwing.

Ye Yi: "I finally waited for you. Please, Clark, for the sake of our past friendship, after reading my memory, can you put me down? This wall is really hard, I am too difficult .”

The bats were their old rivals, so they had already made preparations in Yewing's brain, and some of the memory fragments they read were chaotic and messy.

But his precautions were only for the rebel core meeting, so the daily memory fragments in Yewing's mind were still intact.

So in his memory, Carl saw the little golden retriever limping at the rebel base.

Staring at the small TV in a daze is real.The red cloak was washed and ruined, and it was true that he hugged and chattered distressedly.

Picking up rags everywhere, dropping them while picking them up, a cotton curly head fell out of the red cloak, the little golden retriever immediately picked it up, and put it in front of his mouth to blow, this scene is also true.

But when Carl looked for the possibility of Sasha being coerced into joining the Resistance with a glimmer of hope, he couldn't find it.

The little mental retardation he used to joke about, in front of the rebels, is a smart, lively, chatty little golden retriever.

——He was shining all over.

No wonder when he controlled Sasha, the rebels on the other side of the screen became furious all at once.

why?

If it's love, why don't you stand beside him and look in the same direction as him?

If everything was just a disguise, why did he make such a worrying gesture in a place where he couldn't see?

Carl was so confused that he really couldn't figure it out.

He flew back to the Fortress of Solitude as fast as he could, and looked at his peacefully sleeping little prince through the treatment cabin.

He knows that bats are very intelligent and close to demons, and he can't rule out that all these are bats playing psychological warfare.

But looking at it, he still couldn't help letting Sasha out.

He still wanted to hear Sasha talk.Listen to his voice.

Sasha lost a lot of weight, her once soft face lost its shape, and her delicate jaw line became more obvious.

He heard Carl say that he would not release the control, pursed his soft lips that were unnaturally flushed, and said in a low voice:

"I want to eat...a little...anything."

There are catheters in the treatment cabin to transmit nutrient solution to him to ensure that he has enough nutrients.However, this method of infusion supplementation could not satisfy his empty stomach, and he was already hungry.

Carl didn't speak, Sasha desperately needed to replenish his strength, but his green eyes only dared to look at the ground, and begged again:

"A little bit is fine... Garbage is fine too..."

The God of Slaughter didn't let him eat garbage.

There are a large number of robots working in the Fortress of Solitude. He called one of them and directed it to make some liquid food.

He forgot to tell the robot not to put broccoli, but the little robot Duoduo chopped up all the vegetables, mixed them together, and mixed them with the minced meat.

Superman's robot is also super speed, and it comes out of the pot super quickly.

Carl held the pot of broccoli in his hand, not knowing whether to put it on the little robot's head or on his own.

But in the end he still threw it in front of Sasha, calmly:

"eat by yourself."

He disengages Sasha's limb control area and alerts the flickering pons area.

If all of Sasha's abilities come from this brain area, then perhaps he only needs to pay attention to controlling this location.

But just in case, he threatened again: "If you dare to do something out of line..."

Sasha whispered: "...you will give the order to kill the rebels."

His limbs regained free control, but because the brain area has not been completely released, his movements are slow and clumsy.

The little prince sat on the ground slowly, picked up the paste and drank it.

When he smelled the broccoli, he paused slightly, then drank it all without changing his expression.

Feeling a long-lost feeling of fullness in his stomach, Sasha put down the bowl and stood up staggeringly again. The first thing he did was to change the direction of the red cloak on his body.

He wanted to cover his limp, his chest and belly all covered with burns.

The tattered cloak was opened on the right back side of the little prince's body, revealing only the white and soft waist and smooth and straight right leg.

He felt that this should look better.

After adjusting, he became silent again.

Carl: "Anything else?"

Sasha didn't expect him to ask himself, and after thinking about it, he whispered again: "I want... I want to take a bath..."

The Fortress of Solitude was Karl's private base when he was a Kryptonian. Of course, there is everything for his basic necessities——

But the furniture of the Kryptonian is of course different from the ordinary small apartment he lived in as a small reporter.

Carl took Sasha to his own dedicated shower room. As soon as the shower head above his head was turned on, it was like a machine gun, spraying cold water and ice balls out.

Carl: "..."

He glanced back at the little prince leaning against the door.

Sasha was too weak to stand on her own.

But he lowered his eyes and looked at the icy bathroom with no fear, just a kind of calmness like a broken jar.

Carl cleaned up for a while, and said to Sasha outside the door: "Come here."

Sasha limped in.

The icicles all over the floor were gone, and there was only a bathtub of hot water heated by the heat sight, which was steaming white under the light.

The light in the bathroom was so bright that Sasha couldn't keep his eyes open in pain.

So Karl turned off the light and took off the last red cloak on Sasha.

Kryptonians have night vision, but Sasha doesn't.

He opened his eyes blankly in the darkness, subconsciously covering the burns in front of him with his hands.

But he still didn't make a sound.

Carl tested the water temperature with the back of his hand, wet the towel again, and covered it in his hand for a while.

Looking up and seeing Sasha covering up the scar, he felt depressed for no reason.

He turned on a small dim light in the bathroom.The light is very soft, it will not burden Sasha's eyes, and it can barely see his feet clearly.

Carl: "Hold on."

As he spoke, he picked up Sasha's hand.

Like a demonstration, he patted the wall and said, "Help."

With his back to him, Sasha rested his hands slowly on the wall.

There are mottled scars all over his body, but his back is still porcelain white and clean.

Under the dim light, the little prince's body was like a holy sculpture of an angel.However, the jagged butterfly bones on the back make this angel look like he has fallen into the world and suffered all kinds of hardships, but he will never return to heaven.

Carl took the hot towel in his hand, bypassed the wound, and wiped his body little by little.

Sasha's blond hair has grown a lot and hangs meekly on the tip of her nose.There are some curls at the end, just like the one Karl used to know.

The most familiar look.

Carl shampooed his hair, brushing back his wet forehead.

The beautiful green pupils were exposed underneath, and the lips were slightly parted, becoming more moist and red by the heat.

Only one leg of Sasha was stressed, and he was unstable after standing for a long time, and he staggered and wanted to fall to the side.

The man subconsciously stepped forward and let him lean back against his chest.

Sasha is caught between the wall and Carl.Because he almost fell, he was breathing rapidly, and through a layer of thin tights, Karl felt that his whole body was shaking slightly.

—— Such a fragile body made this invincible god start to feel fear.

How long can he live?

He couldn't help thinking.

As long as there are genes, the artificial human beings that can be created are unlimited.

——Only this soul will eventually go to a place that he cannot touch.

Both of them were preoccupied, and there was silence in the bathroom.

Only the shadows under the dim light hug each other intimately.

Cal finished wiping his back and turned him around.

After thinking about it for a while, he still squatted on the ground, soaking the wide imperial red cloak in the water, and wiped the little prince's terrible limp.

Sasha: "It hurts..."

Carl relaxed his movements, raised his head and asked, "What about just watering? Will it hurt?"

As soon as he looked up, he saw Sasha holding his shoulders and looking down at him, his green eyes were full of stars.

--No.That's not starlight.

The stars shattered in those beautiful green eyes and turned into tears, dripping down on the back of the man's hand.