The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"...Clark."

Superman heard his human male colleague call him hesitantly.

He turned his head and found that Claude was looking at him worriedly, hesitated to speak, and finally turned his head.

In those blue-green eyes, countless regrets and intolerance flashed at the moment they parted.

For a moment, Clark is almost bewildered by the apology.

He was about to open his mouth to ask, but his movements suddenly froze.

"........."

Clark finally realized what Cloud's eyes meant.

—————— This outright victim, who was once used as a test subject, is sorry for letting Clark see a ten-thousandth of what he has suffered.

In the led light screen, the fake "outside the window" world is still bright with sunshine and shadows of trees dancing.

Over there is a fake paradise, but here is the real hell.

Claude walked over lightly, and lightly touched the blood-stained thorns between the medieval torture tools with his fingertips.

Even if it is rusty, this specially sharpened metal is enough to penetrate the fragile surface skin of human beings and penetrate into the human body.

Looking at the dark red and black blood, Claude couldn't help but take a deep breath.

The sound of his breathing startled a pensive Clark.

"Claude, back off."

Superman said softly.

The well-mannered human male colleague blinked, pushed his glasses up from the bridge of his nose, and cast a suspicious glance at the calm-faced Superman next to him, before doing so.

Clark didn't look back, just listening to the sound of Claude's back footsteps behind him.

step.

two steps.

Three steps.

Four steps.

Five steps.

The human warm breath stays in the sixth step.

After confirming that the fragments would not splash there, Clark clenched his right hand into a fist, and punched towards the center of the machine with such force that he could break through!

The man of steel hit the open inner wall of the medieval torture device, the former was unscathed, while the sharp long needles of the latter shattered under the terrible impact, the metal made a dull bending sound, and the shattered long needles fell off On the ground, some bounced high and shot straight at Clark.

However, these could not stop Clark's actions at all.

------clang!

Accompanied by a huge roar, Superman's punching wind finally reached the deepest part of the torture device. From the inside to the outside, the punch pierced the blood-stained medieval torture device.

The god of the world didn't say a word, changed his fist and slightly palmed, grasped the pierced metal with the five fingers of his right hand, and reached out with the other hand to grasp the edge. A way to resist superhuman strength.

"...?!"

Under Claude's stunned gaze, Clark used his own strength to brute force the entire torture device until it twisted and deformed.

The sound of metal cracking "crack" and "crack" sounded, and it was violently torn out from the inside out. Graceful Greek marble gods descend from their pedestals.

———————— Claude saw clearly, at that moment, the electric light hit Clark's hand hard.

The latter did not stop.

The azure eyes of the god of the world are fixed on the steel torture instrument in front of him, because he empathizes with the suffering of others, and the anger generated is burning brightly and firmly, and it is stored in his eyes, like tears that will not fall.

But the azure blue still doesn't look heavy, it's like a sunny August sky, enough to make anyone feel dizzy.

With the last piercing sound of cracking between the metals, the god on earth lowered his head, held down the torture tool that had become scrap iron with his palm, and pressed it down until all the bloody long needles that once surrounded endless wounds The confinement organ that called out couldn't resist and turned into a discus.

The space fell into silence.

Claude, who was standing in the distance, didn't speak either.

But Clark suddenly felt that he heard a soft sigh.

—————In the sky that Kryptonians and ordinary humans cannot see, pearly white soul light spots slowly float out of the twisted scrap iron.

One after another, those spots of light gradually revealed their appearance in life.

Some of the long-dead ghosts smiled, some cried, some looked lost, and some looked relieved, but they all floated to Clark's side by coincidence, looking at him with gratitude.

In the void invisible to the gods on earth, the first immature hand rested on his shoulder.

—————The touch of a ghost is more silent than a piece of paper falling to the ground, and lighter than a feather.

The little boy with curly hair smiled brightly, leaned up to Superman's cheek, and offered a blessing kiss.

The half-broken girl lowered her head and kissed the back of his hand. Two tears belonging to the ghost rolled down and dripped into the dust that Superman couldn't detect.

The slender girl hummed intermittent nursery rhymes, lifted the hem of the lab coat covered in blood to cover the transparent hole on her body, stepped forward, and solemnly kissed Clark on the forehead.

The baby with only one eye floated into the air, its cheeks regained the plumpness and beauty before the blood was drained, and it rubbed against Clark's neck with attachment until its body began to fade away, disappearing silently like the day it died.

The dots of light that offered their final blessing gradually rose up, as if a flock of birds that had unshackled themselves, was about to penetrate the deep black soil and travel far into the eternal sunshine.

"........."

Clark raised his head as if feeling something, looking at the empty ceiling with a dazed expression.

"What's the matter, Clark? What did you hear?"

Claude asked with concern.

Clark paused and shook his head slightly.

"Nothing," he said. "We should go."

—————— In the process of destroying the instrument of torture, Superman also saw its entire structure.

After the victim's blood is squeezed out, it will be sent to the upper pipe along the blood tank.

Just follow the pipes running from the ceiling to find the source of the blood.

"Sisley."

Bruce looked at the dazzling picture on the communicator and whispered.

The girl in his arms responded in a daze.

"You said before that I can ask anything I want, right?"

Before the old father's unusual questioning, Sisley regained consciousness a little bit.

"Of course."

She said softly, adjusting her sleeping position.

————— A pair of warm hands covered Sisley's eyes that she wanted to open. With an inexplicable fragrance, she was forced to return to the darkness and fell into a drowsy state again.

Half asleep and half awake, she only felt that the old father seemed to have been silent for a long time, and when he spoke again, his voice was strangely hoarse.

"Before this, did you stay in the white room?"

Under Bruce's palm, the girl exhaled evenly and softly, obviously about to fall asleep.

Under the special hypnotic powder and his deliberate coaxing, she answered the question defenselessly.

"………no."

"What did they take you to do?"

Batman's voice is soft.

"a lot of……"

Sisley replied in a low voice.

Tiredness paralyzed her brain, causing those memories that even Sisley herself had been sealed with dust to open a small crack and refill them in a painless way.

"Tell me."

Bruce continued coaxing.

"........."

In the brief silence, the girl's tears oozed from under her eyelids, warm and moist, making Batman's fingers tremble.

She gave an obedient "hmm" in a crying voice, and then said in a low voice.

"Knife...stab."

"When?"

Bruce's other hand clicked on the recording, and then clenched into a fist until the fingertips turned white, but his voice was still the same.

"It was dark. After uncle... left, they locked me up, and then..."

Batman's fingers started to go cold, then warmed by more tears.

"why?"

Bruce's voice was hoarse and erratic.

"I'm scared."

His youngest daughter seemed to answer the question out of question.

Trembling, she repeated it.

"I'm scared."

Bruce stared blankly for a moment, then fell on the safe.

His pupils constricted, his heart beat heavily, and he fell vertically into the endless abyss.

"And after that?"

Batman stiffened like a stone statue, asked softly.

"I started... I ran out... and became a bird." His little daughter laughed softly, dreamily, and more tears fell from her closed eyes, "It's very happy, but... Dreams are fake, each one is..."

—————The scary helmet and assembly line reappeared in front of Bruce.

"........."

The world in front of her eyes was covered by warm palms, and the fragrance gradually became stronger. Sisley floated up and down in a drowsy state, but suddenly the back of her neck went numb, and she fell into darkness completely.

————— Batman took the initiative to end the hypnosis and pause the recording.

Bruce just covers up a little as the intense pain hits his heart, then leans back, letting the darkness engulf the expression on his face.

Lying in his arms, his ill-fated little daughter uttered words that cut people's heart like a knife's edge.

How cruel fate is to her, even though she is the most beautiful flower in God's garden, a child who smiles softly like an angel and has stars in his eyes.

After sitting for a long time in the darkness of the Batcave, Bruce finally picked up the communicator, typed a line, and sent.

[Please be sure to investigate clearly. ——BW]

When he received this text message, Clark, who was running wildly, froze for a moment, seamlessly transitioned from high-speed movement to instant stillness, gently lifted Claude to the side, and rubbed the edge of the connector.

Claude: ...

Claude: The big speechless incident happened.jpg

The considerate human male colleague stepped aside to give Clark some personal space.

———— Batman is not right.

The god of the world looked at this line of text messages, and with the tenth-level intuition of the big dog, he realized it instantly.

The super brain flew all the way from "Batman was kidnapped" and thought in horror that "The Justice League is in danger and waiting for rescue", and then circled back to "Batman is not right" with the last reason, and carefully started thinking on it.

————— Batman certainly has reason to be angry, but he usually doesn't give extra instructions on this kind of thing, let alone use this kind of tone.

The beautiful and weak bat cub suddenly appeared in front of Clark, and he shook his head again, and threw it out forcefully.

"………never mind."

The brows that were inadvertently frowned in meditation relaxed again, and Clark forced his curiosity to settle down, talking to himself.

"I'll have time to think about it when I need it."

—————When Batman wants him to know, he can understand.

The golden retriever Gou thought quite optimistically.