The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Ding dong——"

The doorbell rang briskly.

"Ding dong———— ding dong———"

"coming!"

Clark put down the salt shaker, wiped his hands on his apron, and called toward the door.

Although he had vaguely figured out the person's answer in his heart, the Kryptonian still confirmed it with super vision.

At the door of his apartment, a courier in uniform was holding a huge cardboard box, carefully putting it down on the ground, and took out the receipt.

In the void that cannot be observed by human eyes, golden light spots are quietly escaping, proving that the goods in the cardboard box are really what Clark thinks.

—————— It was the dream witch who asked the undead to mail him the gift he got on the dream train.

Although he has passed the age of being happy simply because of "gifts", Clark is still happy because he receives kindness from others.

He opened the door, showing a particularly cheerful smile.

"Good morning sir, hello, is this Clark Kent? There is an express delivery that you need to sign for." The dedicated courier heard the movement, also greeted Clark with a smile, and handed the list to the Kryptonian.

Clark signed it skillfully, and when he returned the pen and the list to the courier, he couldn't help asking.

"Do you have the sender's information?"

"The sender is anonymous."

The courier took a look at the list and said, "The company cannot disclose the address and name of the other party. You can only know that the other party has purchased the express package. I wish you a good day."

The sound of the courier's footsteps gradually faded away. Clark stood for a while, then picked up the huge box at his feet, dragged it into his apartment, and unwrapped the three inner and outer three layers of wrapping paper.

He didn't have the super power to track breath like that, and he had no way of knowing where the dead person who got off the train sent these things.

No, in fact, the other party has mastered the "modern world mailing" within a few hours, which is enough to make people admire——————— This layer of wrapping paper may also be wrapped by the other party, after all, these The golden light on the gift looks too magical, and it may cause panic for ordinary people to see.

Clark paused slightly as he unwrapped the courier.

The wrapping paper slowly fell to the floor, revealing the glittering gifts inside, including the familiar rattan basket.

Perhaps because of the dragging, the presents overflowed a bit, causing the top fish toy to fall to the floor.

"...?"

He subconsciously reached out to grab it.

As soon as he grabbed the fish toy, a phantom meow sounded in Clark's ears, and when he looked up in a daze, the sound slowly dissipated.

A gentle heat appeared under his palm, as warm as the sun.

Clark: "..."

In his dream, he naturally couldn't feel this kind of temperature, but in the real world, this gift of "warming power like the sun" does emit light waves that enhance the ability of a god on earth.

Such a large pile of presents lay on the floor of his living room, like a super high school level signal booster tower.

Human voices, car sounds, screams and laughter poured into the ears in an instant, turning into tens of millions of information stored in the brain, and the thermal vision was also instinctively turned on under the effect of the "signal strengthening tower", looking straight at Clark cut off the wall.

Clark: "!!"

Within a few tenths of a second, he quickly came back to his senses and turned off his thermal vision, regaining control of his own power—but it was too late.

The laser has scorched a black hole in the wall.

The god of the world was still holding the Yuyu toy in his palm. Looking at the horrific white wall, he couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

The Yuyu toy made a "cheep" sound when he pinched it.

...

Three minutes later, the god on earth shuttled through the clouds, his red cloak fluttering behind him.

The morning sun is gentle and bright, today looks like a pretty good day, quite suitable for a vacation at home.

The newspaper where Clark worked was indeed on vacation. This was the message that came to his mind when he sat up and turned off the alarm clock this morning.

The business trip is tomorrow, Monday.

This is why the God of the World can still hang out at 1 o'clock in the morning. Generally speaking, at this point, he is rushing towards the newspaper office with his coffee in his arms, and trying to show up there in the last minute of clocking in, sweeping his face away. Get in and avoid having your wages deducted.

The sun kissed Clark's handsome side face unreservedly, and the wind sang softly for his arrival. Clark passed through the tiny water droplets, while paying attention to the changes in the scenery below the clouds.

The steel forest in his field of vision gradually disappeared, transitioning to the dark green of the wilderness. As he flew northward, the dark green of the wilderness was gradually covered with silver and white.

He flew over urban areas, suburbs, and uninhabited forests, and finally stopped at a snow-covered wilderness.

Clark descended slowly, flakes of snow particles were splashed and stayed on his red cloak for a moment.He stepped lightly in the snow and heard the creaking sound coming from under his feet.

The snow here will only melt for a short time in summer, and the strong wind blows over the crystal clear snow. As he walks, the traces of his visit are automatically covered.

The super vision was turned on at this time, and while walking in the ankle-deep snow, Clark was careful not to step on the small animals that were sleeping or hibernating in the snow—his purpose was not to wake them up .

The reason why Clark appeared in this wasteland was because he wanted to make a storage cabinet for those gifts.

It's not difficult, even a person with a little hands-on ability can buy wood boards of suitable size from the furniture market, cut them on site or at home, and use nails to nail the cut boards into the shape of a shelf. As for whether to brush or not afterwards For varnish, whether to wrap the corners or not, and whether to make a sense of design, all depend on personal choice.

—————If a pile of planks looks like a shelf, and is as strong as a shelf, then it is a shelf.

Clark's super vision scanned three or four crooked-neck trees struggling to survive in this wasteland one after another, and finally stopped on a barren tree that was dead and just standing in place.

Unlike other living trees, this one bears no trace of life, no squirrel's hoard, no bird's nest, nothing.

Clark looked at the tree, walked up to it, and patted its old trunk.

"Can I take you home?" he asked.

Everything is quiet in the wasteland.

"I want to make you a shelf to store the presents I got."

A gust of wind blew slightly, brushing the curly hair on Clark's forehead.

After receiving the answer, the god on earth turned on his thermal vision, and the dead tree disappeared in an instant, leaving only a stump with a smooth cut. The trunk fell to the side and was gently caught by Clark.

"Thank you," he said.

Superman's body of steel is invulnerable, so he decided to use these hands to remove excess branches from the big tree.

He sat on the tree stump, with the red cloak drooping softly, and the snow of the wilderness fell on his broad shoulders. From the profile, he looked like a marble statue of a meditator carved by a master.

"Crack."

The marble statue of the Thinker has pulled off the excess branches from the dead tree and piled them neatly on the other side.

Before putting on the Superman uniform and running to this ice and snow field to cut wood, Clark actually had a good estimate in his heart.

There would be no room in his apartment for the rattan box, and the presents in it sounded too disappointing.

Clark had to choose between "go to the furniture market to buy wood and decorate it well" and "go out and cut wood to make shelves", and finally decided that cutting wood sounded more careful.

The overwhelming touch of furries seemed to be still in front of him, Clark stared at his hand for a while, a little dazed.

————— He wanted to do something worthy of the love of the little animals in the dream train.

In human society, there are also people who love him outright. They kiss his red cloak and give him applause and blessings. Wherever he goes, flowers can pave a colorful road.

Of these, however, not all will love him forever.

Some people just had an infatuation in fantasy, and some people will be affected by the report, and their love for him will also turn into disgust and suspicion.

Because of this, Clark wanted to respond to the little animals who gave him gifts one by one with the same serious attitude.

"........."

The god on earth took a deep breath.

The cold and clean air poured into his nostrils, and he lowered his head, only to realize that, before he knew it, the dead tree had been completely broken into a round trunk by him.

Selecting a section of tree trunk with the same thickness, Clark turned on his thermal vision and swiped down in a normal way.

He is now holding a section of tree trunk with one hand, and inspecting the wood on both sides for a moment——it seems to be ok, and there are no signs of moth.

Gently sandwiching the spare tree trunk between his thighs to make sure it wasn't stained with melted snow, Clark reached out his hand in a nonchalant way, and swiped down in a nonchalant way again.

The upper half of the trunk immediately lifted like butter, exposing the wood inside, straight as if it had been measured with a carpenter's ruler.

He was about to make persistent efforts, finished processing the tree trunk within 3 minutes, and fast forwarded to the next link, when the ringing of the phone suddenly appeared in the empty snow field.

After a brief second of silence, Clark lifted the pruned tree trunk to his shoulders and fished out the satellite phone from under his tights.

As soon as he connected, Batman's cold voice came out, making Clark shiver from the cold.

"Where are you?"

"In the snow field." Clark replied honestly, after thinking for a while, he added, "Chopping wood."

Batman on the other side of the phone paused and fell into tactical silence: "..."

Clark didn't know that his words made Gotham's richest man doubt the salary level of the metropolis. He put the phone to his ear and put the tree trunk back on his lap in a relatively convenient posture, trying to continue peeling the bark Daye, "What's the matter, Bruce, you sound very bad."

...

Superman's gentle and concerned voice came through the receiver, and Bruce sat on a chair in the study with a cup of coffee in his hand, staring at the scenery outside the window gloomily.

"I want you to do something for me."

He finally made up his mind.

"What's the matter? Just tell me, Bruce, we're friends."

Superman over there smiled slightly.

"...investigate someone for me," Batman whispered, "someone who suddenly appeared next to my daughter. You'll know when you get there."

Clark:?

The Kryptonian's memory quickly recovered, and what the dream witch said when he was about to wake up resurfaced in his mind.

"Unfinished obsession", "not really a dead person", "he will return to the real world"...

As cities on the east coast, Metropolis is in Dartmouth State, and Gotham is in New Jersey. This distance is actually quite close. Once the express delivery is ordered, it will naturally live up to its name. A few hours was sent within.

——————The god of the world also had nothing to say for a while.

The miserable appearance of the man on the train was still in front of him. As long as he could see him again, it would be easy for Clark to recognize him.

#异奇不可言#

"Okay." Thinking of this, Clark promised to the phone, "I'll be there soon after I finish this wooden shelf."

Batman over there was speechless for a moment, then hung up the phone.