The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"........."

When he took back the bottle containing the golden pills from his teammates, Clark didn't fail to see Batman's nearly speechless expression, nor did he fail to understand the hesitation expressed in the opponent's restrained movements.

...Even if the pill is indeed non-toxic, the analyzed ingredients cannot even cause harm to a jellyfish.

When a person has the power of a god, he can no longer do what he wants—this is an eternal truth, and Clark had to pretend that he had a sensory failure for a while, and did not understand the deep disapproval.

The girl who claimed to be a dream witch only met him once. The dream itself was vague, and the time they spent together was very short. Clark was not even sure whether the other party was the same as the outside, rather than having some kind of unspeakable malice toward him.

But Superman occasionally thinks of her during the breaks in the office, when flying in the night sky of the city, and thinks of her deep purple eyes like fire.

Maybe it was a mistake, Clark admits.

—————For this reason, for a whole week, Batman was ten seconds late to even connect to his phone, stuck at just the right time to hang up.

But his motives for taking back the pills were quite complicated, and also quite simple, so complicated that even he, the client, couldn't explain it clearly, and it was so simple that he could explain it clearly in one sentence.

After having that short, peaceful and equal conversation with him, at some moments it could even be said to be extremely sincere, the girl once opened and closed her lips and teeth like flowers, whispering to him as if begging for a promise.

-----goodbye.

she says.

————We must meet again.

After recovering the vial she had given him from Batman, Clark placed it on his desk.

The star-like bright powder is still shining lazily inside, setting off the lonely and beautiful golden pill lying at the bottom of the bottle.

After procrastinating for a few more nights, Superman made some mental preparations tonight, put it on the tip of his tongue, and swallowed it.

"........."

His eyes widened in surprise.

The delicate taste of cake blooms in the mouth of the Kryptonian, the middle note suddenly turns into the sweetness of blueberry pie, and the back note begins to melt into a thick lava brownie.

Based on the taste of this tablet alone, this is indeed what a "dream" tastes like in the popular sense.

Clark rinsed his mouth, then lay back on the bed, and fell asleep, as usual.

"I knew you would keep your promise."

Superman heard the girl speak briskly.

He first recognized the voice a little slowly, and then completely gained control over his body in the dream, turning his head to look at her.

They were now in a white mist, with visibility of no more than one meter. The dream witch was floating obliquely in the air, wearing the same wizard robes as last time, with a huge pointed hat tilted askew on her head.

She was riding the Xingyue Staff as if it were a broom... It looked very witchy.

He stared at her face, not piercing the surprise and joy that flashed across the girl's face when he saw him, but greeted her as usual.

"Hello." Clark said gently, "The pills you gave taste very good."

"Really?" The purple-eyed girl's eyes widened suddenly, and a smile instantly jumped onto her fair cheeks. The dream witch was clearly pleased, "I specially picked a sweet dream for you that smells delicious. Can you Can you describe the taste of the dream in detail?"

"It smells like cake."

Seeing her smile, Clark couldn't help showing a little smile line, and bent his eyes.

Standing in the white mist, he only felt that the air here was pleasant, and the moist moisture gradually moistened his dry skin, as if nectar was washing away the hustle and bustle of the day.

"This is my dream?"

Overwhelmed by the effect of this super high school grade humidifier, Clark couldn't help asking.

"Not really."

As he expected, the dream witch immediately replied, "This is the entrance to everyone's dreams...the porch, you can also say that."

"……porch…"

Clark couldn't help being in a trance for a moment.

"It's okay." He heard the girl's brisk voice, "Only I will come here, and with you, only we will come, don't worry about your privacy."

"No, I mean, someone else's—"

A faint unease appeared in Superman's blue eyes, so the girl understood the source of this discomfort in an instant, showing a look of sudden realization.

"what."

She clapped her hands, "I stopped you here this time because I wanted you to decide where we should go! Because the last time was the last time, so this time, I want to invite you to my place as a guest. How about it? Have you made your decision?"

"Then I'll bother you."

Clark was silent for a while, then made a decision in a low voice.

"follow me!"

The purple-eyed girl grabbed his hand. Her hand strength was not strong, and she was no different from the ordinary women in Clark's impression——but his body was quickly lifted into the air under this tug, like a scorpion. Like a winged bird, it flies beside the dream witch.

Clark: ………!

The white mist brushed against his cheeks, cool and refreshing, and Superman had to press his lips together so that he wouldn't take a breath of cold wind when he opened his mouth.

When searching and rescuing the entire city, Clark has long been used to flying, even hundreds of times faster than this, so he can devote his spare energy to observe the magic staff used as a "mount" by the dream witch, which is flying at this time. Glowing with purple light, it flew smoothly, without making any potential passengers feel uncomfortable at all.

Gradually, a new silhouette seemed to gradually appear in the thick fog, reflected in Clark's eyes.

At some point, the dream witch had stopped flying, but she was still holding his hand, leading him to a high jump, and landed lightly.

"Welcome to my dream lounge."

The girl stretched out her hand, and while pushing the door open, she also pushed him in playfully, "Please come in! Please come in!"

"…………"

Clark looked at the room in front of him almost speechlessly.

The sun shone on the soft fir wood floor, and the white mist stopped abruptly.

The inside and outside of the door are divided into two worlds.

This is the most typical French-style greenhouse structure, and Clark knows it very well, because he interviewed a billionaire a few years ago, and the location was in the castle purchased by the other party, and he was severely amazed by the other party's all-outdoor greenhouse.

——————Pure white walls, beautiful and exquisite glass vaults, huge floor-to-ceiling windows, including the green that appears in sight all the time, all of which make people relax immediately, in this nature and Where the artificial traces achieve the best balance, the nerves that have been tense all year round are gradually relaxed.

"Please sit, please sit!"

What Clark didn't expect was that the girl was more reserved than his guest.

From the moment he stepped into the door with his right foot, she seemed to become a small repeater that needed to be played repeatedly, and she kept gesturing for him to sit down first, and she must choose the position she liked.

"...This is the position I like, can I have a drink?"

In order to prevent the dream witch from fainting from excitement while standing, Clark had to turn the tables on the customer first, ask for a cup of hot tea, and calmly ask the girl to sit down first, and then use words to guide her to slowly regain her composure.

As he expected, after the initial gaffe, the dream witch quickly calmed down.

She held the Xingyue Staff that had returned to its normal size, and with just a slow wave, a pot of tea and two silver plates holding desserts appeared out of thin air.

These tableware even have a pair of naughty silver wings, each of which looks like a handicraft of Cupid statues painted with silver glitter spray paint on the eve of Valentine's Day.

Even Clark stared at it for a while with calm and slightly surprised eyes.

"How are you doing recently?" The girl regained her home momentum and immediately said enthusiastically, "I haven't felt your nightmare fluctuations for a long time. Did you sleep well?"

"I slept very well."

Surprised by this ordinary and no longer ordinary "neighborhood" conversation, Clark's answer was a bit dry at first, but the next few sentences became much smoother and richer.

"I've rarely had nightmares lately,"

Superman simply admitted, "Even if I do it once in a while, I don't remember what happened after waking up from the dream. I just feel quite relaxed, and even my luck seems to have improved a lot... I haven't even broken a plate this month."

——————That’s because Gabriel’s blessing is still hanging on his back. I don’t know how many shadows have been torn apart by God and God, and he is still trying to swallow Superman’s filth.

Sisley in the depths of the dream witch's consciousness: ...

Sisley:?

Didn't even break a plate in a month, is it really lucky?

Apparently, yes, that's pretty lucky for Superman, who's full of destructive energy.

"What about you?"

Qianqian said about himself, and the handsome black-haired man continued to ask, with a bit of concern in his gentleness, "Is it safe when you are catching dreams?"

"Personal safety...of course very safe."

The dream witch replied with a smile.

The girl blinked her purple eyes vigorously. Although she had a sweet smile on her face, the shadows rested on her cheeks, making her look a little thin and inexplicably melancholy.

Clark and his masked teammates have known each other for a long time, and have also learned some skills of observing words and expressions.

"………What's wrong?"

He took a deep breath and asked in a deep voice.

"You know what nightmares are like, don't you?"

As the dream witch asked, she suddenly lifted her skirt and rummaged through her wizard robe. Clark immediately closed his eyes and turned his head until the girl's fingertips and the cup wall made a "ding" sound. ring.

The tips of Superman's ears were red, and he was turning around hesitantly, while the purple-eyed girl had already taken out a bottle containing some kind of wriggling ball and shook it in front of him.

It seemed to contain something terrible that could make everyone in the world lose their appetite. It had no color at all, but Clark quickly turned his eyes away.

————— In just a second, he felt the terrible numbness of being deprived of his five senses, and his eyeballs also became terribly sore.

"what is this?"

The handsome black-haired man's face changed drastically. Sisley looked at him and felt that she saw a big dog that escaped from the fire and was at a loss.

"This is the dream I caught recently."

After a while of silence, Superman suddenly heard the answer from the dream witch.

Immediately afterwards, she took out the second, third, and fourth from the bottom of the skirt... A total of 21 jars are lined up, and they can even be stacked into a pyramid.

"I feel something terrible from this, do you know why?"

The girl approached him suddenly, and said in a very low, very low voice.

"These are all almost identical dreams that were created over the course of a week."