[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

After all, you can't expect that when I realized that he was once an unrighteous super queen, I would not have any grievances. That lump will always remain in my heart, and it will pop up from time to time to stimulate it.

But now, looking at his mild-mannered look, at his small-town boy Clarke humanity, I realize that even if he was what he was, he is definitely not what he is now.

He's a 'human' now, a man who loves the world despite his near-invincible power.

Think about it carefully, Superman also loved the world when he was injustice, but the method was wrong.

And when he realized his mistake he couldn't turn back.Five years, five full years, this time is enough to overturn everything.Even if he knew very clearly in his heart that he was completely wrong, how would he act to show that what he insisted on was wrong?

That's impossible, the torrent of history ruthlessly engulfs him and makes him have to move forward, even if he is a powerful Kryptonian.

It is also wrong to continue, and it is also wrong to stop. When the degree of wrongness is too serious, there is no need to distinguish so clearly.

Thinking this way, my emotions turned more and more into guilt.After all, this is also a kind of prejudice. Even if I have a seemingly legitimate reason, which kind of prejudice does not have its own legitimate reason?

Didn't fascists have 'justified' reasons for the persecution of Jews during World War II?Don't they also use various theories to support the correctness of their actions?

I think I can only correct it immediately after realizing the wrongness of my behavior, and I will not realize that I am wrong when I am in the middle of a mistake.

"Hello, Mr. Superman," I said, getting up from the swing.

Superman nodded.

"So you came here to say something to me?" I saw that he had no words and asked again, "Do you want to say 'you are a good boy' to me like everyone else?"

Superman wanted to continue nodding, but stopped after hearing my last sentence.

"Stop looking at me with that guilty look, it makes me feel stressed." I looked directly into Clark's eyes and smiled helplessly, as I often laugh helplessly recently, "Really, I don't blame any of you, Never."

Zhenglian must have gone to great lengths to find me. They have tried their best, so what if they don't find me?Are you really going to complain and blame?

Anyway, I didn't feel much pain during the month of the clown's torment, except for a short while...

What I want to say to them is don't care about me so much, there are places in this world that need you more, don't put your energy on me, it's not worth it.

Even if you think it's all because of you, don't use it, it's not worth it.

How can I let such excellent people care about it?

I don't know why, maybe it's because he is a superman, maybe it's because his eyes are a little different from others, or maybe I know his past.

For the first time I said some of those things.

"Mr. Superman, the clown is dead, I killed him, and I avenged him." I don't even remember the tone of my voice when I said this, it should be very calm, after all, there is no other suitable expression other than calm .

"He tortured me, and I took revenge. This is the end, and this matter will not develop any further."

Superman looked a little shocked, maybe he didn't expect me to say this to him.

But he felt guilty besides the shock.

And at that moment, I had a rather absurd guess. Although it was quite bizarre, it should be true based on Clark's appearance.

"So, there was me in your world? Me in the parallel universe?"

"You know?" This was the first sentence Clark said.

"I guess." I added after finishing speaking, "After all, it's not like this has happened before."

Cap, Wolverine, and now Superman, and I presume others, all of them are connected to me in a parallel universe.I'm not so narcissistic that I think that simply getting along will impress them.

...Wait, so it's not just because of clowns that those people in Zhenglian look at me like that?They also have small memories of parallel universes?

No, is the memory of the parallel universe wholesale?so easy to get?Everyone has?Is it very difficult to improve the fusion universe barrier as promised?No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an improvement.

Of course, at this time, I didn't know that I was now a prophecy, just because it was difficult didn't mean it wouldn't happen.

Of course, I'm not interested in finding out what happened in other people's memories. It wouldn't be a wonderful thing anyway, or they wouldn't look like this.

If the chaos reaches a certain level, you don't need to worry about it. After all, no matter how chaotic it is, it won't go anywhere.

The only person I'd go out on my own is Bruce, or Batman himself.He'll have a plan for every situation, and at some point it's more secure than Superman's.

"Batman, Batman~" I still followed Bruce, who was about to go on night patrol. Going to the pier?"

Bruce didn't answer me, but Tim did.

"Yes, closing the net today will be busier than usual."

"Then you have to be careful." I said hastily, every time I saw Bruce came back from the night patrol, he smelled of gunpowder smoke, sometimes with blood stains on him, and there were very few broken ones.

Although this is inevitable, I still don't want Bruce to get hurt.

"Don't worry, we've got everything planned," Tim reassured, "It'll be fine."

So I waited for them to come back at Wayne Manor.

Sometimes I live directly where I go. I have lived in Wayne Manor and other places.

"Miss Mo Sheng, you can go back to your room and sleep." Seeing that it was almost midnight and I was still sitting in the living room, Alfred persuaded.

He was carrying a tray with mugs filled with hot milk.

I looked at Alfred, he smiled at me, picked up the milk and said, "Milk before going to bed."

I took it and drank it refreshingly. The warm current rose from my body, and I hummed twice in satisfaction.

I like drinking milk very much, but in most cases foreign milk is not very suitable for my taste, but Alfred saw this early on, so the milk given to me has always been suitable for me.

After I finished drinking, I answered Alfred's question: "I have something to do with Mr. Wayne, I just remembered, that's why I stayed here."

It's not a temporary memory, but I really didn't know how to say it before, and the people in the Fulian were too familiar, so I couldn't open my mouth.It would be easier to talk to Bruce.

"This thing...if it's true, it's going to be very important."

Alfred saw my dignified expression and didn't say anything else, he just said not to damage his health and left.

So I sat in the living room and waited and waited and waited. Because I was so sleepy, I fell asleep when I didn't know what time it was.

I woke up to the ping-pong sound of something falling on the floor.

I opened my eyes and saw no one, and I quickly realized that they were in the Batcave.

So where is that voice coming from?I couldn't help but think, the sound of something falling on the ground can't travel so far, can it?

Damian hadn't been at the manor lately, and the noise must have come from nearby.

But I didn't pay too much attention to this, anyway, my purpose was just to find someone.

I had already remembered the way to the Batcave, and I went immediately after putting on a coat.

As soon as I went there, I heard Bruce and Tim arguing.

They stopped as soon as I heard the beginning. They saw me coming down, so I had no way of knowing what they were arguing about.

"Alfred said you have something to tell me." Bruce said straight to the point.

After I entered the bat cave and observed for a while, I found that Ah Fu was not there, and I realized that the previous voice might have been made by Ah Fu.

"Yes." I nodded to Bruce, and then spoke out the language I specially organized, "The clown said he cooperated with someone."

Silence, silence spread.

I know that this situation will definitely happen, no one will take the initiative to bring up the clown, at least no one will do so in front of me, the reason is very clear to me.

So I guess they were surprised when I took the initiative to mention this.

I'm the narrator, so I'm going to break the silence first, regardless of the reaction of the others: "He admitted it when I pressed him."

"But I don't think this collaborator is an Earthling, because Earthlings don't have such abilities."

"I very much doubt what he said to someone, so that that person saw the huge benefits and then supported him."

"There are still some predictable factors... I think the earth will have a big crisis."

Silence, silence still spread in this room.

No, it should be said that the silence never disappeared from the room.

Bruce kept his head down, but after a while he looked up at me, and I seemed to be able to see what he was trying to say in his eyes.

So I said, "Yeah, I want you to prepare for this... for this."

I depend on them to plan for a crisis even when I am the one better equipped to solve it.

They're not omnipotent, but in my subconscious they are.

This idea of ​​dependence is difficult to change, and most people will subconsciously seek help from trusted people when they are at a loss.

"You mean aliens attacking Earth?" Tim, who had been silent all this time, asked me.

"Probably so. After all, this is just a hunch, and there is actually very little information obtained."

I have been paying attention to the changes in Bruce's expression. After he finished talking to me, he lowered his head in thought.

Tim saw my eyes turn to Bruce and looked back at Bruce.

He should have sensed our gaze, and looked up again after a while.

"I see."