All the superheroes I played are revived [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"There is a Superman in everyone. The only thing we have to do is take courage and put on the cape."

Accompanied by grand and compassionate music, a gray cloak slowly floated down from the ruined stage.The bright red cloth had been filthy and tattered, quietly covering the tall, fallen steel body.

The auditorium was silent, and after the music gradually faded, the sound of weeping gradually sounded out.Slowly, these immature cries became one.

The curtain of the stage was drawn, and the kindergarten teachers hurriedly stood up to appease these sensitive and sad children skillfully. After preaching the deeds of Superman, they emphasized the sentence spoken by the man who played the god of the world at the end of the stage play talk.

"Although the hero is gone, the spirit of the hero never dies! Remember what Superman said? The only thing we have to do is to show courage and put on the cape. Good boys - be brave and wipe your tears. Superman doesn't cry."

Behind the curtain that the audience cannot see.

The figure prostrated on the ruins set moved, and got up tiredly.

"Good performance, this is the last tour of the year." The owner of the children's theater exhaled smoke, and handed a card to the man in the red cloak who got up, "I paid a little extra for the performance——Dan, are you okay? Bar?"

Dan's eyes were red.He didn't speak, but shook his head like a silent big dog, tried to take off the red cloak as soon as possible with slightly trembling hands, turned his face to rub against the neckline, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay. Thank you."

"Let's go, this winter in Metropolis is not going well." The boss didn't ask any more questions, as if he didn't see the red eyes and nose of the man opposite, he left with a cigarette in his mouth.

Winter in the metropolis is hard.

But it's not just this winter, and it's not just the Met.

In the final battle, most of Chaoying fell, and the patron saints of many cities died on the battlefield, including the gods of the metropolis.

New white bouquets are still placed on the streets of the metropolis from time to time, as if to announce these people who have been protected by heroes, and stubbornly remember this god on earth who will no longer appear under the blue sky and white clouds.

The bouquet of flowers in the center of Superman Square is replaced by someone in person every day, driving an expensive and luxurious car, wearing the bald head that everyone in the metropolis knows.

Lex Luthor would walk slowly along the road paved with white bouquets alone, ignoring all eyes from anyone, put the bouquets he picked and cut out by himself under the statue of Superman, and then left silently , rain or shine every day for three years.

Dan silently packed up his things, changed back into his clothes, opened the umbrella and left the children's theater.

The snow in the sky and the chilly wind made Dan's nose even redder.He walked a little unsteadily, his tall body was hunched, and the thick cotton coat wrapped his whole body bloated and clumsy, which was completely different from his straightness and determination when he was wearing a red cloak on the stage just now.

Dan wiped his reddened eyes vigorously, stepped on the creaking snow, and walked all the way home.

He lived in a small place, the door opened in a narrow and dark back alley, there was no lighting at night, and even if someone was hiding in the shadows, he couldn't tell if his vision was blurred.

Dan exhaled softly exhausted, took out the cold key, put it in the lock, and just opened the door——

Something was bumped and made a chirping sound: "Ji——"

Dan: "..."

Dan: "?!"

His eyes suddenly changed from tearful to frightened and vigilant. He reached into his pocket and took out a gun: "Who is it?"

He kicked the door of his house, kicked the door shut again, and turned on his phone at the same time.

The soft snow floated down gently, and landed on the thing in front of the door—or the person—or the three-headed body—in short, it was hard for Dan to define what it was—on the body.

It was a red and blue three-headed... doll?It's about as high as Dan's knees, round and round, from the small curly hair on the top of the head to the mini version of the red boots and small feet, to the short red cape, to the S-shaped red and blue tights on the chest, it all shows He's playing Superman.

But Superman is generally... not so small.

There will be no such Q, seemingly useless little feet and hands, and such a round belly and head.

This round-headed little meringue stood shivering in the snowdrift, his face was flushed red from the cold, and the little curly hair on the top of his head was split into two by the wind.Those feet with the little red boots stomped a few times alternately from time to time, pattering, where a single kick could destroy the entire steel castle, it looked like the paw pads of a little milk cat stepping on milk on the snow, Even the Jio imprint left behind is small, at most one-third of Dan's palm size.

The snowflakes fell on the tip of the small nose. The red and blue three-headed superman had already wrapped his round belly with a red cloak, but he still sneezed from the cold: "Ah~ sneeze!"

Milky voice.

"What are you? What are you?" Dan snapped the bolt of the gun, his eyes widened with wet eyes, and he said loudly.

"Iamsuperman." The red and blue three-headed figure said with a serious face, stretched out his hand and squeezed his fist, and the soaring momentum hit the ground——

A layer of small snowflakes were blown away with a sound of "Puff Chi".

Then it was blown into the thick snowdrift by the side of the road by the recoil generated by itself.

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When Clark woke up, Dan had already brought him from the cold alleyway into a warm room.

This is a small room of less than [-] square meters. The kitchen, desk, low bed...all the things are squeezed together, and only a single space is set aside in the whole room, which is used as a bathroom.

Although the room is small, it is decorated very warmly, with furry everywhere, and the warm yellow light illuminates the whole room with a smoky, warm sleepiness.It can be seen that the owner of the house likes to take care of the house and has a soft spot for furry things.Specific inference evidence can be found in the long wool pad that is sitting under Clark's buttocks, which can almost cover his short legs, and the woolen scarf tied around him.

--and many more.

Wool scarves? !

Clark finally realized that he was actually tied up: "——?!"

He jumped up from the ground with a jerk—then his head sank and he fell hard into the fur mat.

Dan, who was going to the stove to heat milk for the three-headed Superman, heard a muffled "boom", and turned around quickly: "What are you doing..."

The second half of the questioning sentence spread between his lips and teeth. Dan looked at the little Jiojio who was kicking around in the air with little Clark, and his anxious and tense heart suddenly became a little speechless.

This upside-down posture is surprisingly familiar.

Dan pursed his lips tightly and looked at the little Clark who was still struggling to stand up. After a while, he came over and squatted down, stretched out his hand and gently pushed the struggling little Clark to sit up: "Don't you If you move, you'll twist your neck."

"My head is so heavy." Clark shook his head in doubt and some discomfort, and almost fell down on his back again. Fortunately, Dan's hands were all behind Clark, "Thank you - but how am I doing this?" Is it? The head was not so heavy just now..."

Dan didn't speak, just reached out and grabbed a mirror from the side of the bed, and put it in front of Clark.

Clark in the mirror was even smaller than when Dan first saw him.But it's not the overall shrinkage, but the proportion of the original three-headed body has changed again, shrinking into a two-headed body.If the former Clark could reach Dan's knee when he stood up, then the current Clark really has to jump up to hit Dan's knee.

Kind of creepy.Clark looked at himself in the mirror and his eyes widened, thinking, in the end, my body will become smaller and smaller, and only a round head will be left in the end, right?

why?Why did he come back to life after death?Why is it resurrected here, resurrected into what it is now?Why is he getting smaller and smaller?

There were too many questions, and Clark couldn't think about it for a while. He subconsciously thought:

——It would be nice if B was there too.

"Boom!"

The carton of milk in Dan's hand hit the floor.

Only then did Clark realize that he had accidentally said the words just now: "Sorry—" Superman paused, and turned his head to think for a while, "But I think this is a good way. You still don't believe my identity , isn’t it?” Clark gestured to the woolen scarf on his body.

After becoming smaller, his superpowers disappeared together, and he couldn't even earn this woolen scarf.

"You can send a message to Batman for me, and then—" B will definitely come to him, and then no matter what troubles there are, everything will be solved.

Clark was about to say this, but he was halfway through when Dan's sudden pale face made him stop unconsciously: "...why, what's wrong?"

The room fell into a cold silence that was completely different from the warm yellow light.

Before Clark couldn't help it and wanted to speak again, Dan suddenly lowered his head, raised his arm in a bit of embarrassment and rubbed his face vigorously.

"Batman is dead." Dan lowered his head, with a strong nasal voice, "on the second day after the end of the final battle."

"What... what?" Clark's eyes widened uncontrollably.

Dan: "In Gotham—"

"Ring ring ring ring—" Dan was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the phone.

Dan's body trembled, he shut his mouth and got up from the wool pad, raised his hand to answer the phone - Clark could just see Dan's face clearly from the angle of looking up, the corners of his eyes and the tip of his nose were red, that handsome face There was still a trace of pain and self-loathing that hadn't had time to clean up—Dan whispered, "Hello?"

The children's theater owner's voice was agitated: "Hey! Dan! You'd never have thought what was going on—you're lucky, you know?"

Dan quickly wiped his face again, covered the microphone and sniffed hard, and cleared his throat again to make himself feel better: "What good luck?"

"I just received a call—it was from Mr. Lex Luthor! Mr. Lex Luthor has been paying attention to your tour during this time. He said that you performed well, but There is room for improvement. He wants to have an appointment with you tomorrow morning!" The owner of the children's theater raised his voice excitedly, "He said, if you can make Superman more perfect after the interview, he will Write the script for you personally, and pay for the whole process to make your stage play tour in various cities across the country, and even put it on TV and put it on the screen!"

Dan subconsciously glanced at Clark, who was sitting obediently, wrapped in a woolen scarf into a fat ball on the floor mat beside him: "——Why?"

The owner of the children's theater suddenly dissatisfied: "Why do you care about him? You don't want to pay! In short, if you still want to make a difference, if you still want to realize your dream and become a big star like when you first came to my theater, tomorrow Nine o'clock in the morning, Lex Group, go meet Mr. Luthor!"

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Title: "Top Super British Sanatorium [Comprehensive British and American]"

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But Talin took over an old nursing home, and there was not even a single employee in the whole hospital except a robot cleaner.Just about to file for bankruptcy to exchange for some money, the notice board of the nursing home suddenly lit up in red:

[Room A001 has been checked in.Sick number: the richest man in New York, cause of disease: total body annihilation, please diagnose and treat as soon as possible. 】

【Room A002 has been checked in.Sick number: Little police officer in Central City, cause of disease: excessive metabolism of body functions, please diagnose and treat as soon as possible]

[Room A003 has been checked in.Sick number: professor, cause of disease: brain failure, please diagnose and treat as soon as possible]

But he Lin:? ? ?

These are all dead people, the coffin boards are all covered.

Later, he successively received a small reporter with severe radiation exposure, a sweetheart richest man with a comminuted fracture, a patriotic soldier who aged too fast, a blond god from a group of three high-level people, a certain green-eyed evil god with brain damage...

Dan Talin, who was working hard to rebuild the nursing home, was deeply moved: Country M is terrible, there are so many dangers every day, but fortunately my place is just an ordinary nursing home, which has nothing to do with those Chaoying, otherwise I would immigrate now.

Patients: ………

#The first rule of the sanatorium, absolutely cover the vest#

#打好，Otherwise the resurrection point will be gone#

Interested babies can enter the column collection =v=～