The end game [Zhongyingmei]

[look at her badge]

As soon as the human male colleague recovered from the shock, he grabbed Superman's hand and wrote on it.

Clark: ...?

When Claude wrote it for the second time, the god on earth understood it.

Also enduring the impact and damage to his eyes, Clark carefully looked at the tattered human clothes on the female monster.

There is no need for Claude to give any more hints, Clark has already found the identity of the monster before his death.

Even though it was mostly blocked by her——its bulging head and greasy hair, with Clark's vision, it was not difficult to see clearly that a name was written on the blood-stained breastplate.

———— Sarah Braston.

And this name appeared 10 minutes ago. In that terrible diary, the description corresponding to this name is "the first to fade". It seems to be the roommate of the owner of the diary who also lives in that capsule apartment.

Combined with the last page of the diary that seemed to be torn by a sharp knife, it is not difficult to imagine what "Sara", or the same kind as her, did to the owner of the diary after that.

—————— After eating without the experimental product, the so-called fading, does it refer to entomization?

"........."

The gods on earth have not yet found the answer to this question.

But observing this thing, Clark felt more and more suspicious.

She looked extremely confused, and her movements were extremely slow, like a headless fly circling in the corridor.

The god of the world noticed that when walking, the egg sheath under the monster's abdomen was always trembling nervously, and his hands couldn't help but move towards the lower abdomen, as if this action caused her to suffer great pain.

[I have to go out and lure this insect away, and I will be back in a minute or two]

Following Cloud's example, Clark also wrote on the palm of his human male colleague.

【What's wrong? 】

Claude looked blank.

[She has been refusing to leave, I suspect she heard——] When writing this, Clark paused, his face still calm, [or he sensed us]

Claude: "..."

The distance from the human male colleague was no more than forty centimeters, and Clark could clearly see how his complexion was getting worse and worse, and even his glasses were full of disbelief, as if a bird was gradually being dimmed. poor spotlight.

Claude: The cat died after listening to it.jpg

Clark silently put his human male colleague back to the ground, pretending thoughtfully that he didn't see the expression on his face, and comforted Claude.

【Maybe I made a mistake in estimating】

After thinking about it, the god of the world silently wrote, [Anyway, I will be back soon, I will not put you in danger]

Claude shook his head.

—————— He seemed to want to explain something, stretched out his hand halfway, then retracted it, and just patted Clark on the shoulder.

So the god of the world soared into the sky, and the red cloak drew a beautiful arc behind him, and then slowly hung down. He opened the door of the capsule apartment silently, and then slowly closed the door to ensure that the human male colleagues would not be caught in the first place. Monster found.

Under Claude's gaze, the long red cloak also left his field of vision, sinking to the horizon like the last flaming sunset glow.

He waited for a few seconds.

The air was quiet, but the monster lingering in the corridor seemed to be attracted by something suddenly. The sound of mouthparts rubbing stopped first, and then it rang out more intensely.

Along with the sound of "creaking and creaking", a sweet and horrible smell like gas penetrated into the capsule apartment pervasively.

Claude stood where he was, covered his face with his sleeve calmly, and continued to wait.

The monster outside seemed to have completely captured his attention. For a moment, the sound of insect wings rubbing and trembling loudly passed through Claude's eardrum horribly.

The sound of metal dragging became more intense, occasionally mixed with the monster's slightly painful hiss, as if it was running down the corridor.

"........."

During the whole process, Claude didn't move at all.

It wasn't until the sound of the monster faded away that he raised his head slightly and stared at the door of the capsule apartment that opened silently.

Superman's unbelievably handsome face leaned in, with a gentle smile, and the red cape fell to the ground, like a tail swaying in the wind.

"nailed it."

Clark said in a good mood.

"—and you found out the reason by the way?"

The human male colleague's body froze first, and his eyes were blank for a moment, then he was relieved from the state of [mind reading], and then laughed.

"It should be." Clark restrained his expression slightly, and lowered back to the ground, "It's just that you might——"

"I know I'm going to suffer." The human male colleague pushed his glasses, looked at the ice slag left on Clark's body, and lamented in despair, "This monster preys on the thermal system, doesn't it? "

"It should be like this." Clark nodded his eyes, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips, "I heated a steel plate to more than 600 degrees, and she instantly rushed over like someone who found a birthday present."

"Also, which little insect monster doesn't want a steel plate that has been burned into metallic water as a birthday present?"

The well-mannered human male colleague opened his mouth in a strange way.

"........."

His tone was too acerbic and funny, Clark endured and endured, but still couldn't hold back the smile floating on his face.

"Laugh if you want."

Claude glanced at him, and said in a painful mask, "Okay, give me a treat with ice, I think I will have arthritis for at least 20 years after I get out of here."

Clark felt very sympathetic.jpg

"Actually, it may not be necessary." He said gently, "You will only be colder, and the ice on my body is enough——I am not afraid of the cold."

While speaking, Clark lowered the temperature of the biological stand until the air was completely cold.

Claude: *Ah Choo*

"Bless you." Clark said subconsciously, and then realized, "Let's go."

Different from when we came here, the snow-white corridor is now covered with claw marks like insect blades, and there is a lot of transparent slime on the ground. Neither Clark nor Claude refused to guess what those were.

"I hate dead insects."

Being picked up by the god of the world again, Claude muttered bitterly, "This temperature is as cold as the temperature in the boss's office in autumn."

K. Doesn't go in often. La. So he didn't get abused. K: "?"

"Didn't you notice?"

Feeling that the god on earth was stiff, the human male colleague gave him a strange look, "The boss's office is always cold as if he killed people in it, and he's afraid of sweating too much."

Clark: "..."

At this moment, he suddenly recalled some details—why his colleagues would sometimes show that expression when they left the boss's office, and why some of them would sigh softly.

"I didn't feel it at all."

The gods on earth are honest.

"so good."

Claude flopped in the air.

Clark was about to say something, but a loud bang at the end of the corridor interrupted him.

The god of the world suddenly looked serious, and Claude also stopped, swallowing half of the conversation again.

The two pairs of eyes looked at each other tacitly, Clark floated back into the air, and rushed towards the direction of the sound.

The monster's puffy head was protruding from a broken wall.

She didn't notice the two people floating in the corridor, but shook her head uneasily, as if she was agitated by something.

Compared to a few minutes ago, another hard-to-ignore change has taken place on her body: the vitality on her body is almost visible to the naked eye being sucked away by some special existence, and the slender places are even more slender.

On her back, a pair of insect-specific transparent wings pierced through the thin flesh, trembling slightly, reflecting yellow-green phosphorescence.

"Is that..."

Claude suddenly made a low voice, he pointed to the place under the monster's belly, his expression was a little inexplicable, "...is it getting bigger?"

"........."

Clark didn't speak, but nodded silently.

The milky white egg sheath was dragged on the ground, almost bursting with fullness, and one by one the eggs were stuck to it, dragging around on the ground, stained with dirty things.

"I don't want to see fish roe again in my life." When the monster's voice faded away, Claude said in pain.

——————Why put pictures in his mind.

Clark also thought quite painfully.

He still firmly held the collar of his human male colleague, and followed the insect-like monster unhurriedly.

Compared with the previous laboratory, although the style here is the same, the furnishings are not the same.

Along the way, Clark could see vending machines, drinking fountains, and coffee shops by the wall; even though these things are now abandoned, and their appearance is not the same as the vending machines in the real world, they are all It proves that humans did exist here.

The gods on earth just don't understand.

—————Since you are a human being, why do you treat your own group so cruelly?

What caused the hunter to look like a monster that was neither human nor ghost?

The snow-white corridor continues to extend and circle, like an ant nest covered by human civilization.

The monster in labor stood at the intersection, hesitating for a while.

Her mouthparts kept rubbing against each other, making a terrifying sound of gold and iron, and then chose the fork on the right.

In order not to be discovered, the human male colleague was so cold that he bit the handkerchief between his teeth. Clark kept a distance of twelve feet from her while observing the strange buildings around him.

Human tables and chairs gradually appeared in the pure white space.

The monster sniffed these with its head down, pushed them away nonchalantly, and continued to walk forward.

Fractured buildings are everywhere, and the place seems to have been sealed off long before the lab was abandoned, with condensation dripping down the ceiling, but nothing growing around the puddles.

"Where is she going?"

After finally recovering from the cold, Claude tried his best to get close to Clark's ear and whispered, "I have a... ominous premonition."

Clark took a breath silently, and wrote a sentence on the hand of his human male colleague with his backhand.

[I don't know, but I agree]

Empty rooms surrounded by glass began to appear, most of which were scattered with the products of human civilization, such as medical beds, light tubes, and scattered books.

Everything here is empty and cold, only the sound of metal rubbing and moaning from monsters echoing in the corridor.

The monster in front of him started to turn left, and Clark was keeping a close eye on her movements, but the heart of the human male colleague who was being carried by him suddenly beat fast, as if he saw some extremely terrifying creature, which seriously attracted Clark's attention.

Clark: Golden Retriever tilts his head.jpg

He lightly patted the shoulder of his human male colleague, trying to see what was there from his perspective. The latter was still stiff, as if falling into an ice cave, and gradually relaxed after a few seconds.

"Look over there."

The whisper of a human male colleague is softer than the flapping of a butterfly's wings.

Clark obediently followed the opponent's strength and lowered his head, looking along the somewhat dark corner.

———Superman froze equally horribly.

In the shadows of the two bright glass empty rooms, where the lights couldn't reach them, a slender creature bent down and gazed at them quietly.

It was at least two or three storeys high, and stood there like a birch tree that had lost its leaves in winter.

Because it—she—or he didn't have a heartbeat, Clark didn't notice it in the first place.

The slenderness of the female curves was vividly reflected in this creature, with a kind of morbid beauty; there was a dark red pool at its feet, and Clark didn't know if it was blood.

He stood where he was again, waiting a little longer—while the creature still didn't scream or move.

It is just "staring" at the creatures outside the glass room, its eyes are peaceful and empty, so it looks extremely sad.

Clark took a closer look at its arm, and found that there were also three bright red numbers on it.

—————843.

After the conjecture was thoroughly confirmed, the cold current ran up the back of the god on earth like a cat, clinging tightly to it.

The three-digit imprint proves that there must be from 1 to 1000 experimental items.

As Clark walked away from the experimental subject and continued to talk to the monster waiting to give birth, he began to think about whether he had seen something similar on the arm of the bat cub.

—————The smiling girl in a white cloak appeared in front of his eyes. She looked so innocent and carefree, as if she had been in the sun forever, and she had never seen this before. The darkness the world could have.

"........."

Clark found it hard to imagine that she could be part of the lab.

In fact, her friends are more like regulars here.

The god on earth was in a daze for a while, until Claude, who was being carried by him, suddenly began to thrash in the air, which completely awakened Clark from his contemplation.

Clark raised his head, his pupils shrank fiercely——

After turning left, the monster continued to walk forward and came to the real human activity area.

It easily broke the glass wall, stepped on the shattered glass, and walked into the glass room for the first time.

With whiteboards on the walls and twenty or thirty sets of tables, chairs and benches on the floor, this glass room looks like a place where children would come to study.

And in this overly empty classroom, the cold wind blows past.

The monster slowly pushed away the scattered bricks with its head, poked in and searched for a while, and poked out again.

Its chewing mouthparts finally completely quieted down, holding a small purple body in its mouth.

Claude: Area D.avi

The human male colleague in Clark's hands behaved weak, pitiful, and helpless, like a cat that accidentally licked an orange. The specific performance was that he wanted to retch silently and was so cold that he wanted to sneeze.

Clark's face didn't look any better. He quickly evacuated the scene with Claude, found a broken empty glass room, and threw himself and Claude into it.

"…………"

The god on earth gently put down his pale-faced human male colleague. He also felt his stomach churning violently, and even tried to spit out the apple pie he ate on the plane.

He and his human male colleague glanced at each other. The latter seemed to be convincing himself not to vomit. After the exchange of glances, bad memories flooded his mind again. The fear of losing sanity once again dominated humans and Kryptonians. Clark's face was very pale. , Claude began to retch violently again.

The human male colleague propped his hands on the ground, vomiting and shivering all over, vividly expressing the ancient expression of "orz".

Clark pursed his lips tightly: "..."

At this moment, the god on earth wished he was deaf.

——————If there are ten most tragic moments in life, Clark will definitely count this moment among them, and the remaining nine are still lingering in the future.

"...that ghost thing is completely out of the human category."

Claude managed to stop the blowout retching, gasping for breath while trying to get up from the ground, "While destroying this laboratory, can we destroy her humanely?"

Clark caught his breath.

Without waiting for him to nod or shake his head, Claude had already started to think about the specific details, "I don't know if there is a special spray that can be used to spray insects and humanoids, or to seal her somewhere——"

"Isn't it okay to simply twist the neck?"

The past experience of dealing with aliens came to mind, and Clark asked subconsciously.

"Oh no. Oh no no no no, oh-no."

Claude took three or four steps back. In the brightly lit glass room, his face was whiter than the wall.

"Have you ever shot insects?" the human male colleague asked calmly, "I mean real insects that are laying eggs."

Clark shook his head subconsciously, Claude showed a "really so" expression, continued down, and stated a fact in a creepy tone.

"Some dying females lay eggs just before they die."

"Produce----"

Clark almost thought he was hallucinating.

"Speed ​​up the eggs. They will use their last strength to lay the eggs," Claude sentenced Clark to death with a long sentence, puncturing what little fantasy he had left, "and then hundreds of thousands of larvae, just landed."

"........."

What Claude said was so substituting, so Clark imagined thousands of walking fish roe.

—————Suddenly lost the hope of living on the earth.jpg

The sound of insects rubbing their wings moved from far to near, and the sound of dragging began to echo in the corridor again. Both Clark and the human male colleague stopped talking.

Thirty seconds later, as the first shadows fell into the glass chamber, the giant insect dragged itself slowly across the lab's floor tiles, empty of its mouthparts.

A few minutes passed, and her body changed again. The thing dragged between the skirts became bigger, and the claws became more dry, as if the nutrition and life of the whole body were concentrated in the egg case, rather than herself.

Clark could even see the bony protruding marks on her skin, where tiny things writhed underneath, where the fat had long since disappeared, and it was the only muscle she had left.

—————Obviously, this woman, who was originally a human being, has been parasitized by the power-absorbing existence inside her body, making her powerless to resist.

"We have to keep up with her."

Facing Claude's calm eyes, Clark was silent for a moment, and whispered, "She's going to find a place to lay her eggs."

Claude was half pulled and half supported by him to stand up, still coughing in a low voice.

"...I am willing to spend ten years of my life to erase what you just said from my mind."

As soon as he slowed down, the human male colleague lamented in pain.

Clark: "..."

The god on earth doesn't want to admit it, but he is actually willing to do the same thing.

This time, when tracking this monster, it was easier than before.

After absorbing more energy, not only did it not perform better, but it was even more drained of power.

Clark followed it to the end of the corridor, only to see that the insect finally stopped crookedly, stood in place, and did not move.

Clark, who realized that he was too close: "..."

He was still thinking about how to end the battle with his human male colleague in three seconds, when the female who was about to give birth gasped in pain, completely ignoring his existence.

Its sharp wire claws are of the greatest use here, and as one scratches down, the wall skin is scattered like powder, and the insect is still struggling to squeeze in.

As the hole dug deeper and deeper, like the tunnel that Clark walked through before, she spread her wings, and there was some glistening mucus slowly secreting underneath.

As the monster walked, it meticulously smeared the slime on the tunnel she created.

A gas-like sweet breath rushed to Claude's nose with her constantly flapping wings.

"........."

The latter twisted his face for a while before suppressing the sneeze.

However, these movements are no longer able to attract the female's attention or make her look up.She had fallen into a deep madness, digging deeper and deeper, Clark even heard the sound of metal cracking, but the broken claws could not stop her determination to go down.

"Do you want to go in with me, or stand here and wait?"

Things have developed to this point, and the god of the world is calmer than ever. Looking at the ever-expanding pothole, he finally made up his mind.

He won't let this monster give birth to hundreds or thousands of new monsters, and let these monsters feed on hunting humans—that's too much beyond Superman's bottom line.

In this kind of matter, Clark will not be soft.

"I'll follow you."

Claude's answer was also very succinct.

"it is good."

Clark nodded.

After the human male colleague fixed himself, the god of the world rose into the air and flew towards the hole quickly.

Ding----

When the darkness suddenly fell, what broke into Clark's consciousness before anything else was a terrifying scream.

Within a few tenths of a second, Clark realized that it was the scream of the dying female in the pit.

Relying on the previous muscle memory, he retreated to the entrance of the cave at the speed of light.

Facts have proved that this instinctive move is absolutely correct.

The flames flashed in an instant, and the tallest strand even greedily licked Superman's fluffy red cape.

With a body of steel, Clark felt that these flames were innocuous, but if his human male colleague was burnt a little bit, it would be an injury that would require treatment in the hospital for months or even years——since he agreed to take Claude's whole body. If he retreats, Clark can't let him suffer this kind of injury.

"........."

In the bright firelight, after the weak female insect screamed hoarsely, there was no more movement.The strange smell of burnt protein wafted up, mingling with the chugging and popping of worm eggs boiling.

"This is you----"

Before Claude realized what happened, he looked at the god on earth blankly.

Clark pursed his lips into a line and shook his head.

"That's how poor manners are with unmanaged females."

A strange, soft voice suddenly came from behind Clark.

"I'm sorry to let you see such a scene."

The tone of the voice is like a violin with flowing notes, light and beautiful, people can't help being intoxicated by it, longing to hear more words from him, listening to the broken melody from heaven————

Something pinched Clark hard.

Not much force, but enough to wake him up.

Where the gods on earth could not see, the sighs of the ghosts dissipated silently, like an invisible wind.

Superman finally woke up completely, and faced the person who suddenly appeared in front of him.

"who are you?"

Clark asked warily.

The stranger was still smiling.

He has a young and beautiful face, his eyes are impenetrable, but full of indifference to the world.

"Whatever you want to call me, I will be."

Facing Clark, the stranger replied perfunctorily.