After the whitewashing of Chaoying, they were reborn [Comprehensive Yingmei]

After two days of eating at Wayne Manor, Sasha returned to Manhattan, took advantage of the time when the Atwells came home, and waited at the door.

As soon as Hilda opened the door, she saw her golden-haired cub rushing towards her with slippers.

Hilda smiled and hugged the lively little golden retriever:

"Oh baby. You know how beautiful you are when you welcome someone home? Like a bedside present on Christmas morning."

Sasha muttered: "Why did I change my boss and still work overtime every day?"

Hilda's eyes lit up, and she said: "No, I voluntarily stayed and participated in the research. Do you know baby, Mr. Stark is really an undoubted genius. Mom and tens of thousands of scientific researchers The project I participated in will definitely be a cross-generational change in the history of human medicine! Whenever I think of being lucky enough to witness history, I will feel extremely excited #…%￥%#…”

Sasha listened to her chatter happily for a while, then stretched her head: "Where is my dad, where is my dad?"

Hilda: "He made a phone call just now. It seems that he encountered an emergency on the way back, so he had to deal with it."

Sasha frowned and peeked at 29-1's paging station.

Ten minutes ago, there was a coordinate nearby, and it was indeed calling him.

But he was a little awkward at the time.

I felt that I was about to bump into another rescue dog, and the other was thinking that it would make no difference whether I went or not because he was there anyway.

With pocket money in his hand, he wanted to accompany his mother to go shopping and buy clothes tonight.Watching my mother tie her hair in front of the mirror in the bedroom, the words came to her lips, but she couldn't say them.

Sasha: "Mommy, the owner of the coffee shop said I have something to deliver, and I'll be right back."

Hilda: "Huh? So suddenly? When are you coming back? Baby?"

She chased out from the bedroom, only to see the closed door.

……

A girl sitting on the edge of a tall building, sitting bored.

Sasha asked Eyepods to go up to check the situation, and saw blood dripping from her wrist.

There were a lot of people crowded underneath, all looking up.

Before he could put on his police uniform, Johnson also stood in the crowd, walking anxiously around the police car.

Someone shouted: "Jump! It's very hot!"

Johnson yelled: "Shut up!"

Sasha glanced at his father who was sweating profusely in the crowd, stopped the spy, and took a loudspeaker in the police car, and teleported directly upstairs.

The girl didn't turn her head when she heard the sound, and said sharply, "Stay there and don't move! Or I'll jump!"

Sasha stopped, holding up the loudspeaker: "Miss, you dialed me. Sorry, I was squatting on the toilet just now. Would you mind telling me what happened?"

The girl turned her head and saw the familiar mosaic head.

She stroked her messy temple hair and smiled faintly.Eyeliner was soaked with tears, leaving two black marks on his face.

Girl: "Hello, Old Angry Man...or White Whore? I read a lot about you on the Internet, accidentally dialed the wrong number, and didn't expect you to actually come. And maybe you're a little constipated... ...Here I suggest eating more bananas in the future."

Sasha: "Neither, thank you, it's... harm, it doesn't matter."

The girl shook her head: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake. Buy some bananas and go home, or save other people."

Sasha: "Then when I go to save the others, will you come down from here?"

The girl smiled and said, "I don't think so, because it was a wrong call. So, please go and save other people."

Only then did Sasha realize that the hem of her skirt had somehow caught on a long nail protruding from the edge of the balcony.

The skirt is very thin, and the wind is strong on the roof, and it will be torn off when it is pulled.

This made her unable to move, and could only sit awkwardly.

Seeing that she was not moving, the crowd downstairs started chattering again:

"When are you going to dance? Don't waste everyone's time, okay?"

While taking off his coat, Sasha raised the loudspeaker to cover the voices:

"I'm sorry, I should have come earlier. You sit there and don't move, I have clothes here."

The girl smiled and said: "Don't come here. Listen to me, it's not your fault, it's really a misdialing. I just wanted to step up and dance tomorrow, but the skirt got caught and I was scared Jump, I just dialed your number. But after sitting here for a while, people came to let me jump one after another. I thought, in fact, today and tomorrow will be the same. If you want to help me, you can go down and tell them , give me a little space? I'm afraid I'll hurt others."

Sasha propped up his coat, helplessly: "Sister, can you think about it again?"

The girl's eyes dimmed a little bit, but she still smiled.

Said: "I don't think so. I still want to finish it today. I'm so sorry."

As soon as she finished speaking, a red shadow slowly fell in front of her eyes.

The god of the world floats quietly on the outer edge of the rooftop.

The facial features of the divine sculpture are completely soaked by the sun, dazzling but gentle.

In the entire planet, there is only one man with such an expression.

Even though there was a mosaic covering his face, Sasha suddenly dodged his eyes.

The girl seemed more incomprehensible than him, and said, "Superman?"

In the end, she showed a little teasing expression: "It seems that the rumors on the Internet are right. There are 29-1 places, the probability of Superman appearing will be higher, and the time of staying will always be particularly long."

She and Sasha were separated by the entire rooftop, facing Clark, and they were talking in a low voice that Sasha couldn't hear.

Sasha was leaning against the roof door, with his coat still on his arms, lowering his head in boredom to pick the loudspeaker in his hand.

But the posture of the body is obviously tense, ready to hug people from behind at any time.

And Superman's eternally calm and warm expression was suddenly broken by this sentence.

He raised the back of his hand and wiped the tip of his nose in embarrassment.

Clark: "...No. I heard this area, the siren lasted a little too long..."

Girl: "I'm sorry. I promise about another 10 minutes or so, and they won't ring. If you can leave with your little mosaic, maybe it can be shortened to 1 minute. Please, please. I I really just want to end it today, I don’t want to drag it until tomorrow.”

The smile on Clark's face didn't fade.

He just lowered his voice and said, "Okay. But I'll spend 10 minutes with you, okay?"

Seeing that he refused to persuade him to leave, the girl began to show a breakdown on her face.

She said, "Just...just mind other people's business, okay? Didn't I know you have super speed, and you catch me as soon as I jump? I can't jump today, and I can jump tomorrow Yes, I am a useless person who wants to die no matter what, there are so many people on the earth waiting for you to save, why do you have to waste time on me?"

Clarke: "When you're an alien who can hear the breath and heartbeat of creatures around the globe, how do you think life on Earth should be valued, ma'am? How do you tell the difference between an adult who's about to be killed and a child who's about to starve to death?" , whose life is more precious? Is the life of a senator who wields great power more noble than that of an old man living alone in his dying years? What is the standard of trade-off? Judging by the length of existence or by the value system of contribution to human society? But it is a pity , I don’t quite belong to this value system either.”

The girl really thought about it for a while.

Girl: "I'm not an alien either, I don't know..."

Clark: "To this day, I have not found the answer. So I decided to stay for every life that appeared in front of me before finding out the answer."

"I swear, if you don't want to, I will never touch you. Just let me be here with you for 10 minutes. No matter who you are, in the final moments of preparing to end your life, it is better to have someone with you than to be alone, yes no?"

The girl buried her head and stopped talking.

……

1 minutes.

The god of the world floats on the outer edge of the floor, and the girl sits on the railing.

Sasha was leaning against the doorway of the roof, looking down at his loudspeaker, while keeping an eye on the girl's actions from the corner of his eyes.

2 minutes.

Their positions remain unchanged.

3 minutes.

No one spoke.

4 minutes.

Sasha looked up at Clark anxiously.

He didn't know what Clark had talked about with the girl.

But judging from their gestures, Clark doesn't seem to want to catch her...

……No way?No way?

He wouldn't really watch people jump off the building and refuse to pick them up, would he?

5 minutes.

There was another loud, impatient yelling from downstairs.

The girl curled up unbearably, covering her ears with her thin palms.

Girl: "You guys... go. Just go! Stop wasting time on me!"

Seeing that she was about to jump down, Sasha slapped the loudspeaker away to drown out the shouts:

"So is this the result of your brewing? So it's because the group below have never known you, never paid you anything, just wanted to watch a bloody incident on the way home from work, and by the way let you become their talk after dinner For the sake of them, you end your life? Damn, why? You don’t want to think about it, because they deserve it? Are they rich, successful, or prettier than you, and they deserve to get something from you? Talking stuff?? A bunch of low moral and incompetent garbage, with keys and a few keys!"

He removed the sniper scope, and Gu Lulu rolled to the girl's side.The One-Eyed Pea was already downstairs, allowing him to see the crowd looking up.

"Take away my sniper scope, you look down at them, look at their faces - Superman, you, you watch, don't let her fall - you see a mole on the mouth on the far left, Is there a guy with hair on the mole? The one who screams the most? Damn, did you see that he just dug his hand in his crotch for a long time, and then sucked his own fingers, so intoxicated? That’s it? The girl jumped off the building to show him? Is he worthy? I can’t find a job after paying 200 million! I’ll show you another one—”

The girl muttered: "Stop talking, I feel a little sick..."

The noisy crowd downstairs was just suppressed by Johnson at this moment.

Sasha's loud voice floated down from the top of the building, and those who were still yelling and yelling just now shrank their necks, lowered their hats, and either sneaked away or mixed into the crowd, not daring to speak.

In the 7th minute, everything quieted down again.

When the 10th minute came, the girl said softly: "Actually, I'm so scared. Superman. If I fall, will it be more painful than a drug addiction attack? But I'm more afraid that I will get out of here today and go back to my original life. Death is already my only way out, if I am afraid of death, what else can I do?"

Clark kept his eyes still, and through the long sleeves the girl was wearing, he could clearly see the dense pinholes on her arms.

His eyes were still tender. "Have you ever tried to talk to a stranger about yourself? — how about talking to an alien? I guarantee you haven't."

The girl clenched her teeth and began to cry: "10 minutes are up. Maybe... Maybe in the afterlife."

Behind her, Clark caught a glimpse of the young man with the mosaic head hunched over, ready to pounce at anyone.

He waved his hand very lightly to Sasha, telling him to back off for now.

Sasha was visibly annoyed, but unable to speak.

In a fit of rage, he actually removed his own mosaic, revealing those beautiful peach blossom eyes, staring round and round fiercely.

... Clark actually felt dizzy for a moment.

Rao.

It took almost all the self-control he had had in his life to focus his attention on the sad girl.

... instead of rushing forward and kissing Sasha until he kicked his feet unconscious.

Clark said softly, "The sun is going down."

The girl froze for a moment, "Huh?"

Clark: "It's been more than 10 minutes since I finished this sentence. Have you ever tried to watch the sunset in Manhattan at this height? Since the set time has passed, it's okay to watch the sunset at the last moment." Pretty good, right?"

The girl looked down at the crowd of onlookers downstairs.

Clark: "Why do you still want to look at them? As he just said, you don't need to use your life to please anyone. If you end your life today, it is your final decision, and I swear I will never interfere with yours." Choice. But at least I hope that you try to take the decision to end your life a little more seriously than newlyweds decide to create a new life."

"It has nothing to do with anyone's vision and judgment, it has nothing to do with the social value system commonly used by human beings, it is only about you, the unique consciousness in this world, and even countless parallel worlds—"

"Are you really sure that starting today, it will be impossible for any miracle that fascinates you to happen again?"

"You have about 60 years left in your life. In the remaining 21900 days, it is impossible to have one more day. Does it make you happy?"

"If your answer is still a definite 'yes', then you can jump off, and I won't catch you; but as long as you waver, if you're not sure—"

"You can hold my hand anytime."

He stretched out his generous left hand to the girl.

Clarke said with a smile: "Now, you can think about it and watch the sunset, because it may be the last time. There is always plenty of time for a person who is coming to the end of his life."

They watched the sunset over Manhattan together.

The sky was getting dark, and the cordon was pulled up downstairs, and the dazzling high lights hit the roof, which was blocked by Clark with his body.

There were still some new gangsters, booing and urging the girls to commit suicide downstairs. Sasha was not used to any of them, and played the loudspeaker to spray everyone away one by one.

The little golden retriever has sharp teeth and sharp mouth, and he spits out so much that he quotes scriptures and allusions, knows the past and the present, and catches anyone and bites him, it is terrible.

The girl listened, and suddenly laughed out loud.

The girl shook her head: "You are such a wonderful combination."

... Then she was surprised to find that the god on earth who stretched out his hand to her actually blushed again.

Clark said softly: "...I...we are not... not a combination."

In the girl's ashen eyes, there was a rare gleam of curiosity.She asked, "What is your relationship?"

Seeing the man's sudden silence, he smiled and said, "Do you think it's a secret revealed to a dying man?"

Sasha was holding his trumpet, squatting by the roof door, beating his numb thigh.

When he looked up, he found that two people were looking at him at the edge of the roof.

Sasha: "?"

He couldn't hear what they were saying, and subconsciously thought that there was something new about the girl, so he immediately frowned and looked at Clark who was facing him.

But seeing the man's star-like blue eyes flash, he quickly avoided it.

Clark: "He's mine..."

Numerous pictures of past events flashed before his eyes.

His love, his sweet dreams, his scars, his obsession, and his pain pierced his heart.

When he falls into the abyss, he is willing to fall with him, only wishing him to return to the stars above the sky.

"……he's mine--"

……

Sasha didn't understand what happened until he heard cheers and applause from downstairs.

I only saw what the girl asked and what the man said, and the two talked for another 10 minutes.

The girl slowly stretched out her hand, and was gently held by the god on earth.

Then he slowly flew up from the edge of the roof and placed the girl in the middle of the roof.

Girl: "I want to give him a hug. You don't mind?"

Clark remained silent, stood aside, and nodded.

He shook his head again.Nod again.

The girl laughed, the tear stains on her two eyeliner couldn't hide the touching smile.

Girl: "Then I heard that Superman listens to heartbeats and cries for help, but never private conversations, right?"

Clark nodded and said, "Yes."

Begging again: "Wait, we agreed...to keep it secret?"

The girl nodded: "I swear to God, it's absolutely confidential."

Clark was relieved.

She walked over to Sasha.

Sasha had been carrying his coat all night, which was useful, and he immediately put it on the girl's shoulders.

He felt agitated for no reason, rubbed his paws, and stammered slightly:

"You... just figure it out. Damn, to be honest, there is no hurdle you can't get over in life. It's great to be alive. Good things will always happen in life. Even if it doesn't happen today, it may happen tomorrow..."

After speaking, he remembered that he was also a suicide family...

All of a sudden, he became dumb, and murmured in embarrassment, not knowing what to say.

Girl: "I read on the Internet that you have a very special fragrance on your body, and you only emit it when you hug it. Is that true?"

Sasha: "That's not..."

Before he finished speaking, he was gently hugged by the girl.

She didn't know what she smelled on her body. After a while, Sasha's shoulder was wet.

The girl whispered: "That's great. I really hope that in the rest of my life, I can also meet the one who belongs to me... But let's look forward to it for the time being."

Sasha didn't understand, so he wrapped his arms around his back with a gentleman's hand and stroked him gruntingly.

After stroking for a while, he heard the girl whispering in his ear with a mosquito-like voice.

Girl: "One more thing, I'm actually not religious. Hee hee."

Sasha: "Huh?"

Girl: "Do you want to know what he just said to me?"

Sasha was silent for a while, and had no choice but to say: "...I guess it's similar to what I said... Just, cherish life, stay away from jumping——"

Girl: "He said, you are his best miracle."