The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The lights of the airport flickered outside the living room window, and the sound of planes flying through the low sky echoed in the night.

Standing up from the ground, Claude patted his knees, restored his previous polite and easy-going posture, and even walked to the open kitchen to start mixing drinks.

Clark was still in the shock of his vest being ruthlessly pierced. He sat on the bar chair and followed Claude's movements blankly.

————The vest fell off.

————He knew I was Superman.

————Why is this happening?He thought blankly, Luther's illegitimate brother living outside?

"Hey, Clark," Claude said without looking back, shaking the spring cup, "if it makes you feel better, I'm also a three-quarter superpower, and I can almost be included in your list." The world, don’t treat me like an ordinary person.”

The well-mannered male colleague turned around, and the hotel's ceiling lamp illuminated his Persian cat-like eyes with different pupils, and they were glowing slightly.

"Mind reading and predicting the future." Claude smiled, "I used this to accidentally find out who you are more than ten hours ago. Your disguise is perfect, don't worry."

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"Mind reading and...?" He finally spoke.

"Intermittent tattered mind reading, and the sudden appearance of foreseeing the future."

Claude said while pouring colored wine into the glass, "The moment you got into the taxi, I envisioned in my mind the image of you wearing a Superman uniform and smashing the door of the laboratory with one punch."

"So you're not asleep."

Clark started trying to remember exactly what had happened this morning.

"I can't actively sleep."

Claude came out from behind the bar, holding two glasses of cocktails in his hands, and smiled as he pushed a milky white glass in front of Clark, "Baileys mixed with milk, the concentration is quite low... There will always be various kinds of cocktails in failed experiments. All kinds of glitches."

He said it lightly, but Clark could feel the intense pain behind this sentence that words cannot express.

The Kryptonian couldn't help but took a sip of the wine to calm his shock. The sweet taste rushed to the tip of his tongue, with the mellow aroma of wine and the softness of milk, which was surprisingly delicious.

Opposite him, Claude also sat down and took a sip of the vodka on top of the blue cocktail without changing his expression.

"I'm sorry for approaching you in this way and breaking your peaceful life." Clark heard his human-psychic colleague say, "but I've been desperate for too long, sorry. Please don't forgive my crime, Just hate me."

Clark, who had been at peace since his vest was pierced, took another sip of his cocktail, shook his head and said nothing.

The night lingers quietly outside the window, the New Haven sky is like a quiet black velvet, and the stars emit a soft light.

"When I was very young, I used to have a home." Claude looked at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows and whispered, "I don't remember much, I only remember that my father had a rifle barn. "

He took another sip of his wine and continued to preach.

"My mother is a gentle woman who likes to use red and white checked tablecloths, and puts a piece of fruit candy in my mouth when I behave well... We live in a wooden house, which is very beautiful. In colder places, by hunting animals, tanning their skins and going to the market for money."

As Claude narrates, Clark slowly sees the smiling faces of his adoptive parents, and the Kansas farm that is always sunny and the wheat waves flow like gold.

He pursed his lips, his eyes a little lost.

Claude was silent for a long time.

"Until one day..." he said slowly, "the day...they disappeared."

It took a few seconds for Clark to realize that Cloud was crying.

Tears silently slid down the man's face and fell into the wine glass in front of him, splashing bitter ripples.

"I disappeared."

He said softly, "All of a sudden—my name was erased and replaced by a series of... a series of numbers, 002."

The three-digit number gave Clark a chill.

————So many children missing?

A few seconds later, he clenched his teeth in shock and looked at Claude in disbelief.

Seeing his expression, Claude nodded numbly.

"I think so too." He whispered, "At least, there was a 001 before me."

"Have you met 001?" Clark asked.

"Do not."

Claude replied, "At that time, my eyes couldn't see at all, but I could often hear things about 001. They said that 001 gave them hope. Even though the experiment went wrong countless times, 001 was still strong... ... 'saved' them."

He sneered mockingly, "No matter who that 001 is, I can only guess that he must have suffered more terrible torture than me."

The story narrated by Claude made Clark feel a strong chest tightness, and he felt uncomfortable all over.

—————What did they do to you?

Using all his self-control, Clark swallowed the question back.

But the expression of Claude on the opposite side changed slightly, as if he "heard" something.

The next second, he smiled and pushed his glasses.

"Don't forget I have mind reading, although it's intermittent, like cable TV in the 80s."

There was a pause, he said.

"They first studied my physical function, then removed my eyes, and performed a series of minor operations on the nerves connecting them to the brain, so my glasses are self-made, the lens color It's not the same, it can cover up a little iris difference."

After drinking the cocktail in the glass, Claude stood up and walked towards the open kitchen. Clark could only see his back, as if only in this way could he speak certain words smoothly.

"I thought I was going to die there."

Claude said softly.

"………and then?"

Clark heard something unusual in his tone.

"Then----"

Claude turned his head.

The expression on his face turned into a pure blankness, revealing the calm expression of a newborn baby.

The god on earth couldn't help but catch his breath. He stood up and stared cautiously at the face that looked horrifying for no reason.

Fortunately, Claude in this state didn't exist for long. Under Clark's gaze, the blankness on his face gradually collapsed, and it fell like ash blown by the wind after the firewood had burned out.

"I do not remember."

He finally said.

"Only one day, I saw the world clearly again. When I opened my eyes, I saw the sunshine, the blue sky, and the old house structure of the town... and the couple who love me, they started from scratch, Building out my identity bit by bit, I am Claude in foster care and they are my guardians."

Clark listened to his topsy-turvy narration, but didn't make a sound, but remembered the news headlines in that newspaper.

"Before we leave completely, I'm going to get someone to come over."

The Kryptonian pondered for a moment, then decided.

He stood up, walked to the bathroom, closed the door, clicked on the contact, selected one of the contacts, and broadcast a call to her.

After three beeps, the call was connected.

"I need your help, Diana," Clark said first.

There was the sound of champagne glasses colliding on the phone, and then the woman's hoarse and pleasant whispers. She seemed to be saying sorry to the people around her, and then walked to a quiet place.

"I'm free tonight, tell me."

Wonder Woman accepted his call for help decisively.

"Can I pick you up? We're going to do it tonight." Clark asked in a low voice, "Please, Diana."

Perhaps it was Clark's slightly weak posture that pleased the goddess, and her low laughter passed through the phone, like the gentle waves washing against the shore at night.

"Of course, I'll wait for you on the rooftop."

After saying this, Diana hung up the phone.

Clark, who had changed into his uniform, opened the small bathroom window and managed to get out through it.The super hearing was laid out in an instant, and he immediately caught the heartbeat and breathing rate of his teammates different from others, and swooped in that direction, until a familiar face appeared in front of him, Clark slammed on the brakes and stopped slowly. before.

On the other side of the roof railing, Wonder Woman is as beautiful as a queen about to be crowned, the lights are shining, her mermaid dress is also shining, but nothing can match her breathtaking and divine beauty.

Diana didn't say hello to Clark, but looked at him with a smile on her face, and wordlessly brushed her slightly messy black hair, pushing the curled strand from the front to the back.

Clark: dangerous

"I'm sorry." He immediately apologized honestly, "I shouldn't have messed up your look."

After he apologized, Diana's smirk, which was supposed to represent danger, turned into a real smile.

She picked up the mermaid skirt, jumped onto the railing of the roof lightly, patted Clark's arm angrily, and then jumped into his arms.

Clark moved his arm considerately, and tightly protected his teammate's well-made makeup under his chest.

The night wind whistled past their ears, but neither the gods of the world nor the goddesses of Paradise Island were afraid of such a small feeling.

A few seconds later, Clark had reappeared in front of the bathroom window.

"Lady first."

Wonder Woman grabbed the edge of the window, swung lightly, and fell into the interior of the hotel in a rather graceful posture, turning her head to admire how Superman squeezed herself in through the window clumsily.

"It doesn't matter if you break the window, Bruce will pay for it." She smiled bewitchingly.

Clark paused when he climbed the window, but he still didn't listen to his teammates' occasional bad intentions.He rolled in embarrassment, letting himself land on his back, and landed on the floor tiles of the bathroom, making a dull sound.

"Are you all right, Clark?"

Claude's voice came faintly from the other side of the door.

"That's what you want me to help?"

Facing the unfamiliar human voice, Diana raised her eyebrows and looked at Clark, "You want the lasso of truth."

"Yes."

Clark said with some difficulty, "He——knows who I am through his superpowers, and wants me to destroy a laboratory with him."

"It sounds like an enemy who can't speak, or our reserve teammate." Wonder Woman flicked from the fishtail skirt, took out the noose of mantra, and straightened up.

"Go open the door."

She gestured with her eyes.

Clark opened the bathroom door, and the gentle human male colleague stood five steps away, pushing the silver frame, looking calm and calm, and the tears on his face were wiped off by himself at some point.

Under Clark's gaze, he silently extended a hand to Wonder Woman who was slowly walking towards him.

The golden-red soft lasso wrapped around his wrist, tightly bound, like a spirit snake wrapping its prey.

"I'll ask you an answer." The previously relaxed expression on Wonder Woman's face has disappeared and turned into a divine indifference, "Are there any mistakes in the story you told Clark? ?”

"No, they're 100% real."

Claude immediately answered uncontrollably.

"Is the story you told Clark your own experience?" Wonder Woman continued to ask.

"Yes, they are all from my memory."

"As you tell, are you using a narrative style that deliberately guides Clark?"

"I haven't." Claude replied immediately, "Absolutely not."

"...Is what you said, 'I don't remember', true or false?"

Clark couldn't help but ask.

"The truth." Claude replied, "I have no relevant memories of that time."

"last question."

Diana approached the human face, "Do you have any urge to reveal Clark's identity?"

"No." Claude answered the question almost as soon as she finished asking, "Not at all. I am very sorry for disturbing his peaceful life, because I can understand the feeling."

Wonder Woman stared at him for a while, then withdrew the lasso of truth.

Once freed, Claude stepped aside quite self-consciously, giving Clark room to talk.

"He sounds believable," Diana said.

"I think so too." Clark muttered in a low voice, "If he could fool me, it would be too scary."

Wonder Woman nodded, put the lasso of mantra back into her mermaid skirt, and stretched out an arm lazily to Clark.

"Take me back." She said, "They should be looking for me at the reception."

Just like when he came, Clark carefully hid the makeup and hairstyle of his teammates under his arms, avoiding the terrible situation of "the wind blows away her makeup and he is hunted to spend the rest of his life on the sun". The heroine carefully put it back on the roof.

"Have fun tonight, eh?"

The dark-haired goddess whispered lazily.

Under Clark's gaze, Diana picked up the fishtail skirt, jumped out of his arms lightly, landed on the tip of her high heels, like a butterfly flying lightly into the world, and left without looking back.

After sending Diana away, Clark did not return to the hotel in a hurry, but flew over New Haven and expanded the range of super vision.

Countless information flooded into his brain in an instant. Clark carefully observed every inch of New Haven's land. Except for the red cloak fluttering in the wind, the god on earth has almost become a solid sculpture.

Until he set his sights on an abandoned factory somewhere in downtown New Haven and "saw" an odd slab of concrete beneath its foundations.

From the perspective of looking down, it is not a slab that is so big that it will attract Clark's attention in an instant, but when his eyes fell on it, Clark found that he could not see through the structure behind it.

God of the world: "..."

This kind of situation is quite rare, and generally only appears around Batman and the bald brine-in those places where the unknown secret needs to be covered.

In the next second, Superman swooped down to the window of the hotel bathroom like a meteor. Before he could speak, Claude had already pushed the door in with a glass of Mizuki whiskey, his expression looking stunned.

"I hear you calling me—"

"I should find it there." Clark interrupted him hastily, "Come here quickly!"

As soon as Claude walked to the window, the Kryptonian pinched his arm and dragged him out of the open window. He held it in his hand like a cat, and used his cloak to shield him from the wind. Flying at high speed from the abandoned factory.

"Gudu."

The god on earth suddenly heard a strange sound.

He lowered his head and saw at an altitude of 1000 meters, the polite male colleague with a calm expression drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp.

"you---"

At this moment, Clark had countless small question marks in his heart.

He struggled to swallow the two questions of "why do human beings drink when they are blown by the wind at 1000 meters in the air" and "didn't you spill the wine when you were dragged over?", hoping that Claude didn't hear The bewildered voice of a Kryptonian.

And his colleague held the wine glass, raised his head, and looked at him.

"Clark, can I ask you to dispose of this cup?"

------deal with?

The god of the world stared blankly, still immersed in the shock of the threshold of human spiritual enjoyment, subconsciously took the glass, and made the "destroying corpses and eradicating traces" that he usually does most often.

——————Pinch lightly in your hand, and the fine dust immediately drifts away with the wind, and there is no trace of the glass anymore.

"Clark, now you owe the hotel money for a glass."

Claude suddenly calmed down.

Clark who came back to his senses:? ? ? ! !