The end game [Zhongyingmei]

When he thought of the last name, Clark immediately came to the experimental tank, carefully scanning the face of the little girl inside.

With this feeling of disbelief, Superman raised his head and stared at the dark green water.

The little girl inside has her eyes closed, her thin hands and feet, judging from her bones, she is about three or four years old.

One thing Clark couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: there was a natural collapse in her facial bones, which was not the same as Batman's pup, so the little girl couldn't be Sisley.

When turning to the back again, Clark saw the cause of the little girl's death.

—————Her cervical spine has broken marks.

However, dense pinholes stayed on her skin, red, blue, and purple, like parasitic rose leaves.

The only thing Clark can be thankful for is that she didn't suffer this while she was alive.

Even so, the evacuated spine and the disappearing brain of the little girl are enough to tell Clark that after this immature life unfortunately passed away, people not only did not treat the traces of her coming to this world well, but cruelly used her Abandoned her, embarked on a terrible road.

"...an imperfect exhibit."

Cloud stood next to Superman and whispered.

"What did you say?"

Clark turned around in surprise. The human male colleague was looking at the metal plate next to the experimental tank with sad eyes.

"...here. They named it 'The Imperfect Exhibit.'"

Claude repeated.

[A cold corpse opened up a new research direction.When the iron maiden was put in, a liter of blood spilled, which was processed.At 78:3 p.m., Dr. Krishna proposed an important research direction: put the spinal cord and brain into the culture apparatus. After 5 minutes, the brain reacted to the drug stimulation and repeated "gray" and "gray". After [-] minutes, due to the extraction method, the experiment failed, which proved that the research direction was true and effective, and the experimental product was kept. Dr. Krishna will Titled 'The Imperfect Exhibit', it is not numbered and is regarded as Dr. Krishna's first miracle. 】

When the last word was said, Claude's mechanical reading stopped abruptly.

The human male colleague felt a little difficult to breathe for a while, and the ceiling was collapsing from top to bottom, trying to bury him in the ruins.

—————— But Superman suddenly came over.

The human heartbeat in the air was frighteningly fast, Clark didn't say a word, and somewhat abruptly stuffed himself between Clark and the metal stereotype.

Intentionally or unintentionally, his tall back blocked the rigid eyes of his human male colleagues looking at the metal, and the soft, elegant, red cloak fluttered down like a flame in the wind. The bright red finally washed away the shaking on Claude's retina little by little. The dark green.

"Do you know this Dr. Krishna?"

He heard Superman's serious voice.

"I've never heard that name."

Claude answered honestly.

"Did they draw your blood?"

"...have been pumped." Claude thought about it for a while, "usually they are very thick needles, only two or three cans are pumped, I have never seen... that iron maiden."

"78:[-] p.m.?"

Even Clark felt a chill run down his spine as he read the line.

Claude looked at him and shook his head silently, indicating that he didn't know anything.

Clark's heart skipped a beat, subconsciously took out the communicator, and sent a message to Batman, requesting location.

This is a high-tech customized connector that Clark doesn't understand. It is a small one newly developed by the Wayne Group.

When Batman handed it to him, he only said "After you have this, you can contact me under any circumstances", and when Clark asked him honestly how much he would pay if he lost it, he showed a touch of Wayne The family's unique half-smile.

—————Bruce did not show this expression when he was controlled by Poison Ivy and smashed nearly a quarter of the skyscrapers in Gotham City.

Clark: "..."

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At that moment, the poor and weak Superman wished he could learn the fairy tales from the past, cut the meat open, and hide the thing that reads as the writing treasure of the contactor in it.

Thinking of this, Clark suddenly returned to his senses. He stared at the small screen of the communicator until Bruce's new message popped up silently.

[Unable to locate. ——BW]

Gotham City, inside the Batcave.

Bruce put down the communicator, curled up in his arms a stalker who wanted to come to the Batcave to "play", but because it was too cold and too dark, Sisley, who fell asleep within a few minutes after entering, sat back on the monitor with cold eyes forward.

"…………"

The faint blue light shone into Bruce's steel-blue eyes, and he stared at the erratic red dot representing Superman on the screen, his lips gradually pursed into a straight line.

———— Mephistopheles.

thought Batman.

The purple-haired woman who was as dangerous as a wild beast jumped back in front of Bruce, her red lips parted and closed, her smile was cold, and she quietly hid the chip under the teacup—————— Did she know that Batman would put that A part of the code of the chat room was copied, allowing the Wayne Group to make a contactor?

Or is this her ultimate goal?

—————A hint that Batman can understand.

—————A gift that Bruce could not refuse.

The position of Superman is still flashing on the screen, exactly the same as Sisley once encountered.

His messages were also sent one by one through the communicator.

[This is a laboratory. 】

[There are dead bodies of children everywhere, B, this place sucks. 】

[They also kept written records. 】

Bruce waited patiently, several pictures were sent by Clark together, Batman opened the light screen and projected it outside.

He first read the text on the metal stencil, and then saw the lab photos Clark had sent him.

"…………"

For a moment, Batman almost sees the little girl in the green liquid as his daughter.

The little girl's seaweed-like black hair and thin limbs were just like what he had seen, the twelve or thirteen-year-old Sisley locked in the white room, cold, fragile, and lifeless.

The old father put down his hand subconsciously, and touched the little furry head of the little daughter. The latter moved in his sleep, revealing half of his sleeping pink face.

The girl's soft fragrance and temperature slowly permeated, as well as her kitten-like turbid breathing and panting with noises, all of which reminded Bruce that the little life sleeping on his lap is just a flower. Flowers that are easily destroyed.

Through a layer of fabric, Batman could even feel her pulse, a small, slight beat.

The sound was like a string, holding Bruce still in the world, not hell.

Clark's news stopped for a while, and then a new message came.

Bruce reached for the communicator and clicked on the content.

[B, there is something you must know. 】

—————— There is something you must know.

After Clark finished typing, he took a photo of the instrument in the center of the room.

Fifteen minutes ago, after confirming that there was no other information, Clark took photos of all the experimental tanks and metal stereotypes for filing, and left the laboratory with his human male colleague and went to the next room.

Pushing open the door of the laboratory, what Superman saw was a long corridor with countless doors at both ends.

If the place with those eggs could still be said to be old and primitive, then the corridor after coming out of the laboratory is obviously different.

White is everywhere, even if the corridor looks very dark because of the lack of light, it does not affect the oppressive atmosphere here.

Clarke's eyes glanced down, however, and saw blood that hadn't been scrubbed between the cracks.

The blood splashed all the way to the ceiling and scattered in all directions, and there were a lot of residues in the cracks of the floor tiles, as if someone had been shot several times here.

Clark: "..."

According to this amount of bleeding, if it is a human being, it is a certainty that he will die soon.

"what happened?"

Claude noticed his trance and asked in a low voice.

"Uh..." Clark was silent for a moment, and it was not easy to tell Claude that he could see the tragedy here with his eyes alone, so he could only say, "I was thinking about that little girl."

"I heard one thing."

Claude sighed faintly, and pushed down his glasses like a cover-up.Clarke glanced at him, seeing a broken light in his blue-green eyes.

"The...nurse who changed my eye dressing, I heard her mental activity one day."

Clark didn't speak, and used actions to show that he was listening carefully.

Claude smiled palely and said.

"To be honest, I didn't go completely crazy because I could occasionally hear what people were thinking. Although I couldn't move, but...the nurse...was thinking at the time, it seemed to be a certain scientific researcher here The leader's daughter was taken to do something after her death, which led to a serious disagreement between him and another leader, and a massacre in the institute."

"What about the leader?"

Clark was taken aback.

"Dead." Claude wrote lightly, "If I'm still alive, I won't... I don't need to..."

He didn't finish his sentence, but lowered his eyes in pain.

Superman patted Cloud on the shoulder in relief.

———— Another leader.

Meanwhile, Clark thought quietly.

For some reason, the writing on that metal tablet kept appearing in front of his eyes.

—————Dr. Krishna…

———————————————————————————— The first miracle created?

If he called that horrible experiment a "miracle," what on earth did he and the rest of the institute do to these kids?

"........."

Clark fell silent.

The laboratory was close at hand, he took a short breath, motioned for Claude to hide behind him, and then opened the door.

Bright white light leaks into the room in an instant, accompanied by the simulated landscape windows made on the wall, like the bright sunshine at noon.

With simulated landscape windows, this room is like some kind of elevated attic studio, with green leaves and blue sky swaying gently on the LED light screen, the cold electronic grid is like the compound eyes of insects, and Clark frowning Look at each other.

However, in the middle of the room, the huge black machine broke all illusions.

The small "hearth" of the machine opened, dark red blood glistened on the long rusty needles, and there were tens of thousands of such long needles.

And in the upper part of the machine, countless wires are connected to this terrifying medieval torture instrument at the lower end, and the upper end is connected to places outside the room along the pipeline, as if it exists like a generator.

"sky……"

The human male colleague whispered.

Clark looked at this thing, his lips were tightly closed, and he said nothing.