[Comprehensive Yingmei] Genius Lianmeng

Chapter 46 The Return of Superman

Bruce's Batman gear is painted silver and modified to look nothing like Gotham's Dark Knight, but his voice is completely cooled, almost frosted ice blade.

"Sherlock, if you haven't deleted the method of disabling the time bomb into the recycle bin, the mother and child will be left to you. John, you are only responsible for comforting them. Now, run!" Bruce's silver mask is made of ice Cold light, white goggles obscured all his expressions.He pressed a certain part of his waist, and a rope with a completely contrasting color to his armor shot into the air, and Bruce jumped up to the third floor in the next second.

The blue mask fell off, and Clark's face without glasses, as handsome as a Greek god, hung to one side, exposed to all eyes.What was exposed at the same time was the full, strong and almost reflective shoulders under the half-sliding red robe...

He was bound in all directions by thick ropes - Moriarty didn't seem to be very good at tying PLAY - Clark's eyes were calm and soft, with a tenderness that was almost compassionate.This is not self-pity, and Clark is by no means bemoaning his fate.He stood silently, bound and tortured, like a god in pain.

"Give me back Clark, Bomber." Bruce was in combat mode in his bat suit, his voice subconsciously adjusted to Batman mode, "otherwise, I don't mind sharing with you what I know about pain."

Given the height gap, Moriarty is pretty much hanging on to Clark.He raised his thin and curved eyebrows like trimmed eyebrows, and said with a smile and dragged his tone: "I spent several months analyzing and planning, and gave up dozens of commissions, just to let the children of Baker Street come to accompany me Playing... Now that I'm almost having fun, it's time to leave the stage and return to the box to quietly be the audience!"

As soon as the words fell, Moriarty pushed Clark down the third floor of the building. He himself jumped, hung on the ladder of the helicopter, and waved to the onlookers leisurely. It was a magnificent and grand curtain call.

Bruce jumped down without hesitation.

The distance to the third floor is too short, and there is no time to launch the batarang upwards. Bruce quickly calculated a series of data such as angle and impact force. His battle armor is enough to withstand the impact of two men over six inches falling from the third floor, and he fell down. There are still ten seconds left, enough for him to dismantle the bomb on Clark...

No, no, no!What do you mean by turning around and turning down, you stupid big man!What heroism and sacrifice erupted at this time! ! !Second time, Clark!You really think of yourself as a superman!

Clark Pig teammate Kent nimbly flipped under Bruce when he fell to the second floor-to complete such a difficult movement during such a rapid fall-Bruce landed on a soft and strong body, and then this body Pushing Bruce away, he turned over and turned into a face-down posture. He was pressed against the ground tightly, and ten fingers were embedded in the asphalt road...

There was a dull roar, the ground trembled, and Clark hilariously pouted his buttocks and remained motionless.

After receiving the call, the Scotland Yard police immediately blocked the Shaftbeardsley Street, and the yellow cordon was pulled up. Sherlock and John helped the mother and child who were in shock, but Clark and Bruce disappeared.

On the asphalt road, there is only a deep pit like a blasting test.

Lestrade rubbed his temples, considering the possibility of making an appointment for psychological counseling and a physical examination, and then the phone rang.

"Greg Lestrade, please tell me." The inspector said angrily, and at the same time kicked the wheels of the police car even more angrily, "What?! The scrapped helicopter left at the door was tied up and thrown into Scotland The... Moriarty?! Jim Moriarty?!"

Watson tugged on Sherlock's sleeve and said in a low voice, "I think we should leave this place of right and wrong..."

"Go to lunch together?" Sherlock said kindly, at this time he looked very much like a realpeople who had lived in reallife.

"I miss Chinese restaurant food."

"My favorite." Sherlock smiled—not a wrinkled, mocking smirk, but a smile of satisfaction after solving a case and solving a puzzle.

Watson knew that Clark's super powers must have been fully awakened, and Sherlock obviously reasoned to a similar conclusion.Facing the missing neighbors, the cohabiting roommates in 221B are not worried. They take a leisurely walk along the streets of London. The sunshine in June spreads generously. People can even hear the vibrant voice of this ancient city. heartbeat.

So much so that the flashing red light and shadow above their heads were naturally ignored by them.

At the same time, in the lonely castle in the North Pole, a red and silver figure stopped flying and leaned closely.Clark's arms are around Bruce's shoulders, and Bruce's arms are wrapped around Clark's waist.

Bruce was horrified to see the helpless little reporter fly into the air, tear open the helicopter door like a piece of paper, pinch an ant and throw the Bombardier and his henchmen into Scotland Yard.

Seeing the playboy who adorned himself with banter and frivolity suddenly erupted into a familiar cold and terrifying aura, scaring the bombardier's henchmen out of their wits, Clark felt that his worldview also needed to be reshaped.

They let go of each other at the same time, took a step back, distanced themselves, and re-examined and evaluated as they did when they first met.

Different from the other party's calmness and calmness, in Bruce's blue eyes mixed with amber, an arctic storm was brewing.He held his breath and used all his willpower to force himself to reach out and touch the red robe that was half blown away and turned into a cloak.

Under the scorched cloth, what he touched was white, smooth, intact skin and muscles.

Then, in this crystal-clear world of ice and snow, Clark Kent pulled the red robe completely off his shoulders and draped it over Bruce's shoulders.

"The cold doesn't bother me, remember?" another reporter named Kyle-Eyer said softly, and then he raised a hand and asked hesitantly in a less calm and less superhuman tone, " What is this, Bruce? Can you explain it kindly?" In the strong, Kryptonian hand, there was a shiny bat dart.

Bruce shrugged in his color-changing batsuit and sighed.

"My God Rao, are you another iconic figure of Gotham, Batman?" Superman stretched his hands out, palms up, in what seemed to be a pleading gesture.

The Gotham mascot didn't answer. He took off his hood and said indignantly, "Stupid, so stupid!"

"I'm assuming you didn't attack me personally?" Clark stood on tiptoe with his arms folded, and he floated three inches off the ground—a superhuman pose that couldn't be more typical, fully displaying strength and beauty.His curled up body was completely stretched out, and his always arched back stood straight. The next second, his David-like body was covered with a blue tights and a red cloak, and the "S" embedded in the shape of a diamond impacted Bruce's optic nerve.

Bruce narrowed his eyes, as if dazzled by the red and blue color scheme.He ignored the questioning from his former best partner and his current roommate, and said to himself angrily: "I am bound by the inertia of my thinking. I am really stupid! As everyone thinks, since we never hide our faces, we Never considered Superman's identity other than "Krypton Orphans"... We confidently concluded that the year when the alien rescue dog started the search and rescue work was the year that Kyle-Eyre came to Earth..."

"So, there are no replicants, and Kyle-El has no sons." A smile curled up on Superman's full lips, which made a pair of lovely dimples loom, "The greatest detective ignores the most obvious inferences, Should I be deeply honored?"

Bruce snorted with a stern face, his chin stretched into a cold and menacing curve. This small movement made him, who was red and white and seemingly intimidating, instantly become an airtight, well-defended, and fully armed man. batman.

"You overturned many of my previous assumptions, Batman...no, Bruce...no, B." Superman awkwardly changed several names, and finally had to use the common initials of Bruce and Batman instead, "I thought you They would sleep hanging upside down in a bat cave, or simply lie with their hands folded in a coffin, and the coffin had to be marked with 'the living should not be buried'."

"And I finally understand that the S on Superman's chest exists only to conceal the essence of M." Bruce taunted back unceremoniously.

Kyle shrugged and didn't answer.He was suspended in such a quiet manner, a pure depth and tranquility settled outside the red and blue.His eyes are so calm and calm, as if a god is watching gently and serenely.

Bruce held out a hand, as if wanting to be sure by touch.But his hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't narrow the distance between him and the Kryptonians—as if there were 28 galaxies between them.

So Superman stepped forward, closing the last inch, and took his former partner's hand in his own.

There is no thick lens to block it anymore, no thick black frame to hide it... the billions of treasures among thousands of flowers, from those eyes that are as high as the sky above their heads and as clear as the sea below their feet, they see a true pure beauty. the whole soul of man.

"After becoming Superman, your country western accent also disappeared." The Prince of Gotham allowed his hand, which he was used to holding around the shoulder of a beautiful woman, to be held by a taller and stronger man of the same sex. He jokingly said, "It's very It's hard to imagine a graceful Apollo flying out of a debt-ridden small ranch in Kansas—albeit one with poor taste in clothes."

"And Batman's gothic outfit is outdated." Superman withdrew his hands and put his arms on his chest again, and Bruce was surprised to find that the kryptonite ring and crystal necklace that had settled on Clark's neck , in his rough and scarred palm, twinkling like a bright star.

"You took it off?"

"When you jumped from the third floor." Superman smiled—a smile of knowing and relief. "Something exploded from deep within me, and it allowed me to tear it apart. It was some kind of breakthrough." , is also a symbol that my superpowers and memories sealed by kryptonite have come back.”

"From now on, you are no longer afraid of kryptonite?" Batman put the kryptonite ring back into his universal belt, but his tone was no longer vigilant and defensive.

"Kryptonite will still restrain my superpowers, but I won't be too weak to get up anymore-after all, I'm used to life without superpowers." Superman took a deep breath, and the white night of the arctic summer shrouded Looking at every inch of his skin, "As the Abnormal Human Research Center said, if your feet are not bound to the ground, you will never understand what a wonderful gift it is, what a magical gift it is. Once you So dismissive of my cheating and cheating superpowers, I now understand your prayers to inspire people to save themselves - something that would have been unthinkable six months ago..."

"Sounds like an oriental practice." Bruce's gaze also softened, the sarcasm and surlyness of Batman faded away, and the frivolous indulgence of Brucey's baby was no longer there. At this time, he was completely Bruce Wayne , sincerely and truly exists, "It is said that after the practitioners in the East have cultivated certain supernatural powers, they will have a period of vacuum, unable to use supernatural powers, and can only live like ordinary people. This kind of test does not require how to restore power , but how to find yourself.”

"That's right, you can only have it again if you let it go." Clark bent down gracefully, waved his hand gracefully, and made an inviting gesture, "Do you want coffee?"

"It's hot, thank you."

"It's a good thing I've got my grip on the heat sight back. Two spoonfuls of sugar?"

"And more milk."

The author has something to say: this pose~

It's so cute~