[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

2021 3 Month 18 Day.

metropolis.

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell—"

The mobile phone vibrated on the bedside table, shaking the tall man who was sleeping soundly on the single bed and jumped up from the bed.He frantically tried to stop the alarm on his mobile phone, but when he opened his eyes, he found that he had been suspended in the air five feet away from the bedside table, almost hitting the ceiling.

Clark Kent finally came to his senses.

He breathed a sigh of relief, "Kryptonian brain is not comfortable with dreaming all night, and every time he wakes up, he has already forgotten the content of the dream.

This strange phenomenon arose a few months ago.

On a sudden night, he, who rarely dreamed, started dreaming all night long.

He couldn't tell if those dreams were good or bad, because he never had a day when he could recall the dreams he had the night before.But he could vaguely remember some fragments of the dream, such as Smallville's golden wheat fields, the bright stars near the watchtower, and the soft and fragrant cashmere blanket...

He always felt,? Well,? According to the scientific theory, these dreams were probably some fragmentary memories of his daily life, stored deep in the hippocampus of the Kryptonian brain, and then released again during his sleep.

For this reason, he went to the Fortress of Solitude to check his acetylcholine and norepinephrine. He wanted to find out what went wrong, so that his memorable brain would instantly forget what he had done in the last second. dream, but the results of the examination are all normal,? There is no abnormality.

— This is the only thing that bothers him these days.

Clark's morning is like this every day,? Start with a sharp, hurried mobile phone alarm clock,? Then get up and go to the bathroom to wash up,? Do a good job of personal hygiene,? Then change into his Superman uniform, and on the uniform jacket in the "Daily Planet" Suits worn for work.

After tidying up, he will go to the kitchen to fry an egg for himself, pour the mayonnaise that Martha made for him, and make a pastoral sandwich that he loves most.

Of course, before going out, he would look in the mirror, seriously, and tie a tie for himself according to the method Martha taught him—these hands, which have the strength to carry a city, flexibly manipulated them. A tie in a dull color, with a neat bow tie in the middle of the shirt collar.

The mirror attached to the entrance reflected the upright and handsome face of Clark Kent, a senior reporter for the Daily Planet.

Under the black-rimmed glasses, he has the clearest blue eyes in the world.

After leaving his apartment (he had finally saved up enough to buy this small apartment after years working at the Daily Planet), he would take his sandwich and sit on the Met's tallest rooftop for a night of tomorrow The clouds of the city ate his breakfast.

The glass bottle containing milk was kept by his hand. This happy Superman liked to watch the morning of the metropolis from this angle—the sky was still a soft rose color, with white clouds inlaid in the sky, and occasionally there were one or two birds in the air. Skip the sky with the rising sun.

The entire metropolis that just woke up from sleep has a fresh breath of dew. These rows of steel forests, seen from the sky above the city, look like metallic canyons. Means of transportation: red family cars, yellow school buses, green postal vehicles, blue trucks... They become interlaced colored lines, weaving into the best footnotes of the metropolis.

This is his metropolis.

The city he guarded with his life.

Superman's red cape flies in the sky of the metropolis every day.

Halfway through the sandwich, the world-wide superhearing picks up a scream from across the ocean.

…It was a plane preparing to land at Sheremetyevo International Airport in Moscow, the plane's brakes failed, and it was about to kiss the airport runway in a terrifying posture with its head down.

Clark quickly put down the sandwich, and the sonic boom sounded, and the red and blue figure shot straight into the sky and flew into the blue sky.

At Moscow Airport, the entire plane was shaking violently. The oxygen masks on the plane were ejected from the seats. A stewardess in an orange-red uniform lost her balance and fell down in the cabin aisle with a whole cart The items on the plane rolled around in the plane.

Passengers screamed, banging on windows frantically, not wanting to be buried with the falling plane.The voice on the broadcast to appease the passengers has also reached its limit. The Russian captain desperately pulled up the joystick, trying to raise the plane’s head and avoid the ground that was about to hit——

At this moment, a pair of human palms stuck to the nose of the aircraft.

The plane weighing hundreds of tons is like a super-large toy, which is held in the hands of this god in the world wearing a red cloak.

Under the action of inertia and gravity, the nose was overwhelmed and broke layer by layer. Clark's hands were deeply embedded in the nose, and he almost grabbed the plane with two arms. The captain in the cockpit was even at this angle. The signature curly black hair on Superman's forehead was clearly seen.

Clark caught the plane, noticed the surprised and disbelieving gaze of the captain, raised his head and gave the captain a comforting smile.

The blazing sun in the afternoon of the East Third District shone head-on on his face, illuminating his entire face with brilliance.

He caught the plane, wrapped it with a biological force field, and put it safely on the tarmac of the airport.

Passengers in the cabin burst into cheers after the disaster, and the escape ladder was lowered at the main landing gear door. Ambulances, patrol cars, and fire trucks all honked their horns, and the passengers rushed to get off the plane from the escape ladder. , while Clark stood at the bottom of the escape ladder with a smile, and popularized science to the passengers:

"Please don't be afraid to fly because of this accident, it is still the safest way to travel."

——This is the fact that he will explain to the passengers every time he saves a plane.

Clarke can't even remember how many planes he's saved in the ten years he's been Superman - oh, if he had to count, his Kryptonian brain would still remember it well - 210 shelf.

Including crashed private planes and helicopters, and even two spaceships that failed to launch.

He would tell his terrified passengers that every time, and everyone on the planet knew how trustworthy Superman was.

They will listen to his advice and will not have a psychological shadow on the plane.

The passengers thanked him gratefully in various languages, and every tearful face looked at him as if seeing a savior.They came forward to shake hands with him one after another, and some people had already picked up the water-based pen that was supposed to be used to write the suicide note and asked him to sign it.

Clark patiently shook everyone's hand, but declined to sign for them—if he wasted any more time here, he might be late for work!

Only one little boy looked at Clark with a blank face when he was held by his mother to thank him. His big gray-blue eyes seemed to be frozen, and he looked at him without blinking. Finally, his mouth was flattened. "Wow" cried out.

The boy cried heart-rendingly, as if he had seen the scariest person in the world, clutched his mother's clothes tightly, and hid behind his mother, which made his mother extremely embarrassed, and hurriedly said to Clark in Russian: "I'm sorry. , Superman, he may have been frightened by the accident just now..."

Clark smiled at her, and also said in Russian: "It's okay, ma'am, but you have to pay attention to psychological counseling for this little gentleman after you go back. We can't let the children leave a psychological shadow."

The woman nodded repeatedly, and hurriedly boarded the patrol car that came to rescue her with her child in her arms.

Well-informed reporters also came here at this time, passing through the temporary blockade, holding their cameras and microphones, hoping to obtain first-hand interview information about Superman.

Clark couldn't stay here any longer. He smiled and waved at the camera, raised his head and stretched out his arms, and flew up in full view, with a sonic boom behind him.

He returned to the Metropolis, picked up his half-eaten cold sandwich, stuffed a few bites into his mouth hungrily, and rushed to the office of the Sunday Journal with his briefcase in his hands.

Early in the morning, Perry lost his temper again. When Clark stepped into the newspaper office, he saw Jimmy walking out of Perry's office dejectedly.

He sat down at his desk, patted Jimmy's arm, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What happened, Jimmy?"

"You know... the only thing that can make Perry so angry is the pride of our metropolis—" Jimmy raised a hand to cover his mouth, and said mysteriously, "The official Twitter account of the "Gotham Times" next door Perry got annoyed when he reported that Superman just saved a plane in Moscow a few minutes before us. I called them in and scolded them one by one..."

"Oh..." The chief culprit who caused this unreasonable disaster to his colleagues touched his nose guiltily, "Did the Gotham Times publish this news earlier than us?"

"Yes, they have been well-informed since they were acquired by Wayne Group!" Jimmy said angrily.

Clark raised his eyebrows in noncommittal. Seeing that Perry was coming out of the office, he quickly turned around, pretending to be carefully sorting out the materials, and flipped through the documents on the desktop one by one.

A morning show is playing on the hanging TV at the work station on his right. The famous "Morning Stories" column of the Metropolis, the host and several guests are discussing about the "Mandela Effect" in a serious manner. topic.

"We all know that recently, more and more citizens have written to our program group to report that they have encountered the 'Mandela Effect'. They all said that they always seem to be troubled by something they seem to have experienced, like In previous years, many people believed that South African President Nelson Mandela had passed away as early as the 80s..."

"Yes, I have felt this way myself. When my wife and I went out to visit the park a few days ago, we found the newly built plant statues in the park. We seemed to have seen it a few years ago, but when we When I checked the latest park gardening information, I learned that it was the latest statue created by a certain artist—"

"Oh, did it ever occur to you that maybe it's just that the artist may have unknowingly 'referenced' a sculpture somewhere else."

The host and several guests all burst into laughter.

Only one guest wearing glasses did not laugh. He said cautiously: "There are some comments on the Internet that this 'Mandela effect' is likely to be related to the proton beam collider that started testing in Europe this year. The collider caused the overlapping of various parallel space-times in certain dimensions..."

Sitting on Clark's right hand, he let out a sneer, leaned back in the chair, turned his head to talk to Clark, and said, ""Morning Odds" is really getting more and more nonsense, isn't it, Kent?"

Clark seemed unable to react, "Huh?" and nodded again and again, "Well, well, yes... But I think it may have been originally intended to entertain the citizens during the morning rush hour."

He said honestly.

The colleague shook his head, took a look at this clumsy and tall countryman Clark Kent, and decided to express his high opinion: "It's all nonsense! The 'Mandela Effect' doesn't exist at all! It's all in the memory To deceive us, the human mind is sometimes very dull—”

He nodded his head and motioned Clark to look at him, "Sometimes we repeat something several times without realizing it, and then when we encounter it again, it will produce 'I seem to have seen this somewhere' It's just a memory disorder."

Clark nodded in admiration, "That's right! That's how it feels, most people feel like this... Well, I trust my memory too much."

Colleagues nodded appreciatively, "This is not the case in our business. As media practitioners, we have to trust our recording pens more than our brains."

"Yes, that's right." Clark echoed.

He started to prepare for the afternoon interview, put the tape recorder into the briefcase, and then put the camera into the camera bag—just as he was holding the old Sony camera, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart.

It was like a sharp thorn piercing in the atrium, making him cover his heart in one fell swoop.

……what happened to him?

Clark's eyes were suddenly extremely dry.

He looked at this camera, and in a trance, he seemed to have such a feeling: what he used before was not this camera, not the camera distributed by Planet Daily and used by countless colleagues, but a more Good, expensive camera just for him.

But...has he really had one?

Clark looked at his palm hesitantly.

The pain in his heart was lingering, he clutched his heart, his eyes seemed dry and sore in his sockets as if they didn't belong to him.He took off his black-rimmed glasses, wanting to take a few drops of eye drops, and when he pinched the temples with one hand and rummaged through the table, he looked down at the glasses that had accompanied him for most of his life in the blink of an eye.

...His hands began to tremble uncontrollably.

It seemed that there was something huge and forgotten by him, bumping left and right in his heart.

The severe pain in his heart almost made him unable to breathe. As he looked at the glasses, an unsolvable question slowly rose in his mind.

——Since when did he wear glasses?Where did he get this pair of glasses?

...he didn't know the answer to that question.

He can't remember which year he put on the glasses in high school, nor how he obtained the glasses.

It was like an important prop dropped into his life suddenly, without origin or provenance.

Rational logical thinking told Clark that this should be a gift he received from Martha or Jonathan, but Clark Kent's intuition told him that this was not the truth.

But if that's not the truth, what is the truth?

His friend, the Justice League mind, Batman, had expressed curiosity about his glasses several times.This pair of glasses obviously doesn't have any magical fluctuations or high-tech devices, but it can confuse everyone's cognition after he wears them. This is really a strange thing that even Batman can't explain.

Clark just smiled at that time, telling Batman that maybe it was because of the Kryptonian technology in the glasses.

However, it is really just a pair of ordinary glasses.There is no special bonus, nor is it a magic item, just a pair of well-made ordinary glasses that can be seen everywhere, how can it help him deceive everyone's eyes?

Trembling, Clark put his glasses back on, stood up abruptly, and strode towards the bathroom.

He almost rushed to the bathroom, his running body and long legs blew a gust of wind, blowing away several newly printed documents.

He ran to the unoccupied bathroom, turned on the faucet in front of the sink, took off his glasses, splashed water on his face, and splashed handfuls of water on his face. The water dripped down his mandible, soaking his collar. Spotted.

In the dimly lit mirror, he saw his red eye sockets.

He approached the mirror and looked into his clear eyes.

They were as blue as the sky by the sea in Reykjavik.A whitish light blue, translucent and crystal clear.

...He suddenly felt heartbroken.

The severe pain from his heart was far worse than any serious injury he had suffered in so many years of fighting. This kind of pain made his soul whine, and the unspeakable pain made him growl and support himself with his palms. Live on the sink countertop.

What happened to him?

Clark closed his eyes, sat down on the tiles in the bathroom, leaned the back of his head against the water pipe, and looked up at the roof.

The incandescent light of the chandelier pierced his eyelids, casting a colorful light and shadow in the darkness before his eyes, his chest heaved violently, and he gasped in distress.

There was a name, there was a name, throbbing in his heart.

It was like a scar that had been scorched on his heart a long, long time ago.

It was placed in his throat, between his lips and teeth, and every time he was about to blurt out, it disappeared into his body...

It was as if someone had forcefully erased it.

He couldn't remember the name anyway.

He couldn't get it out of his mouth.

...Whose name is that?Who is it?

After he sat in the bathroom for a long time, he was discovered by his colleagues, who asked him with concern what happened and if he needed help.

Clark shook his head.

"I may have slept too late last night, sorry." He apologized to his frightened colleagues, and then got up from the ground himself.

He stood up straight and walked out of the bathroom step by step, only to feel that every step under his feet was walking in illusion.

This afternoon, he went to the Metropolitan Museum to interview an exhibition opening event. The Wayne Group generously lent a batch of exhibits to the Metropolitan Museum. This exhibition themed on animal specimens has caused quite a controversy in the Metropolitan , some animal protection organizations firmly opposed the holding of the exhibition and organized many protests.

When Clark arrived at the museum, the protesters were still holding banners at the entrance of the museum, and the bright banners were full of slogans.

Holding the camera in his arms, he carefully squeezed out of the crowd, and looked back at them silently.

——He seems to be somewhere, and has seen the same protest scene.

He shook his head, turned and entered the museum.

For the opening ceremony of this exhibition, Bruce Wayne, the president of the Wayne Group, the famous diamond bachelor in Gotham and one of the top richest men in the United States, was invited for the first time.

Clark watched as Bruce Wayne, in a custom-made suit, spoke from the crowd of reporters, talking about boring topics that fully suited his status: the history of the Wayne family, the relationship between Gotham and Metropolis, art The value of collections and such empty narratives.

——The richest man in Gotham has always shown himself as an empty-headed idiot, even though he has the most eye-catching and perfect appearance.

Even at night, he will become the Dark Knight of Gotham, a symbol of fear.

Clark and Bruce Wayne, or rather, Batman, have known each other for years.

They established the Justice League together, built watchtowers together, and defeated the alien visitors who attacked the earth together-he and Batman had everything to talk about, and he even had the power to enter and exit the Batcave at any time.

But before and after, Batman always has a cold expression on him.

... Batman does that to everyone, even his adopted son.

Clark saw his old friend in the break room after Bruce Wayne's speech.

After the eldest son ran away from home and the second son was tortured and killed by the clown, Batman has become more irritable and ruthless over the years, and Bruce Wayne's head has also grown out of hair.

Fortunately, these gray hairs did not diminish his charm as a "Baby Brucie", but added to him a mature temperament after many years of aging, like a glass of sobered red wine, which is more intoxicating.

He is a deep pool, and anyone who walks to the edge of the pool can't help but glance at the deep water bottom.

No wonder no matter where he goes, there are always countless men and women throwing their arms at him.

...like this one now.

The young blonde with flushed cheeks was talking to Bruce Wayne. Bruce put his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and stood by the window, looking at her with a half-smile.

Seeing Clark walking into the room, the girl panicked because of her shyness. Her watery eyes were like a tender knife, and she glanced at Bruce: "Then I'll go first, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce raised his eyebrows: "Be careful on the road, my beautiful baby."

Clark walked past the girl awkwardly, and the girl glared at him with those big eyes as she passed him.

Clark could only say silently in his heart: Maybe after you know that this Bruce Wayne is Batman, you will thank me instead.God.

"Tell me," Bruce Wayne closed the door after the girl left, and sat down on a sofa, "What trouble did you get into again, Clark Kent?"

Clark smiled bitterly: "It's not troublesome, Bruce. I told you before that I have often had dreams in recent months, and I can't remember the content of the dreams—"

"It seems that your extraordinary brain needs to be supplemented with nutrient solution." Bruce Wayne sarcastically said.

"Bruce," Clark looked at him, "I suspect it has something to do with the recent 'Mandela Effect', have you felt that in the past few months, everyone has encountered unintentionally" The Mandela Effect'? Haven't you? Could it be another alien invader similar to the starfish starro affecting our thinking?"

Bruce slowly withdrew his five fingers, and the look on his face made it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

"I don't think you're a conspiracy theorist, Clark Kent. The 'Mandela effect' doesn't exist, it's just an illusion created by a part of the population due to lack of common sense."

"But—" Clark said seriously, he quickly took out the camera from the camera bag, "Bruce, I always feel that I don't have this camera, you know, I always hold another camera in my memory A camera. And that camera, and my glasses, were given to me, but I don't remember exactly what happened—"

"I must have forgotten a very important name."

Bruce Wayne, who was wearing an elegant black suit, raised his head abruptly on the sofa, a pair of steel-blue eyes under the sharp browbones fixedly stared at Clark.

"What did you forget?" He growled in a low voice, his voice seemed to come from deep in his throat.

He stood up and walked in front of Clark. This middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life stared at the god of the world, "Tell me, what did you forget?"

"...Bruce?" Clark frowned and looked at his abnormal best friend.

"..."

Bruce's emotions subsided suddenly when he met Clark's eyes.

He stared into Clark's blue eyes, those light blue eyes comforted him like cool ice cubes, and dejectedly, he let go of his clenched hands.

—Even he himself didn't know where this sudden anger and heartbreak came from.

He was like an old lion that had been poked in the wound, angry and powerless.

I can only put away my minions in silence, and calmly watch other people's stories.

...He's bound to find out this long, long story.

Clark gets a call from Martha after the show.

She asked him to come home and help them clean up some of the clutter in the warehouse—the west part of the barn on Kent Farm had been badly damaged recently, and the roof was leaking. Jonathan wanted to empty the barn and then completely repair the roof of the barn.

Without further ado, Clark returned to Kansas after get off work.

The small town of Smallville is quiet and peaceful, with the rustling of corn leaves in the cornfields as the evening breeze blows through the fields.

When Clark saw the cornfield, his heart palpitated again.

He clutched his chest in pain, his ears buzzing.

He knelt down in the middle of the cornfield, the muscles in his arms swelled, and his five fingers pinched a handful of mud flowing between his fingers to resist the pain.

Here is Smallville, here is his home, here he came to the earth, here he was adopted by the Kent couple, grew up, and learned to use his superpowers——

He should have loved it here, he should have loved it here forever.

This is the harbor that will always open his arms to him, his happy paradise.

But why, when he came to this cornfield, his heart hurt so much?

He must have forgotten something...

He must have forgotten something more important to him than life...

"Clark—! Where are you—! Come here!"

Martha's voice sounded far behind him, calling to him in the cornfield as she did when she was a child.

Clark stood up hastily, "I'm here! Come here right away!"

The family of three began to move the sundries in the barn: all kinds of agricultural machinery, old bagged crops, all kinds of obsolete household daily necessities, their old clothes, odds and ends...

Martha packed them up by category, and picked up a shriveled ball from time to time, and said to Jonathan and Clark with a smile: "Look, this is the toy ball that Clark played with when he was a baby! It's still there here!"

"Oh, and this, the little coat that Clark used to wear... God, Jonathan, it's unbelievable, Clark was only that big, not even up to my knees—"

Martha smiled and looked at her grown son, who was 1.9 meters tall. The smile on his face was bright and touching.

Clark lowered his eyes, and also picked up an old faded maroon shirt, "I remember this dress, it should be what I wore in middle school—"

His voice stopped because he felt a thin, hard object in his shirt pocket.

"what is this?"

As he spoke, he dug out the folded hard cardboard with his fingers, and gently flattened it.

——What appeared in front of his eyes was a whitish Polaroid photo.

Because of the age, the edges of this photo have been blurred to the point of being invisible, only the two teenagers in the middle of the photo are still clearly identifiable, one is him, Clark Kent, who is wearing this shirt, smiling and looking at The other boy was wearing a red hat and a red scarf, his face was blurred into a ball, and he couldn't see his face clearly.

They were under the brightly lit Christmas tree, and he put his hand on the boy, smiling at Clark Kent decades later through the years.

...that was the best time of his life that he had forgotten.

The author has something to say: The glasses stem appeared in Chapter 30, and Rorschach brought Clark a pair of glasses when he returned from New York.

The camera meme appeared in Chapter 37. Rorschach gave Clark a 21st birthday gift. It was a very expensive camera, and it was the best at that time!

Needless to say, photo stalks appear all the time.

The blue-eyed terrier needs no explanation.

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感谢在2021-06-19?23:26:09~2021-06-21?00:39:02期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: Lingdong has arrived? 1;

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: ZERO, Han, Lila1590?1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!