Brand Master [Comprehensive Yingmei]

"The more perfect an achievement is, the more easily it can be destroyed."

In front of the clown was a toy castle that was half the height of a person. The entire castle was made of countless building blocks. While humming, he sat cross-legged behind the building blocks.

This time, the scene he is in has changed, it seems to be in an underground bar in Gotham, and the moaning and crying of a woman can be faintly heard from the wooden door behind him.

"To destroy a banquet, you only need a small bug. To destroy a tall building, you only need to smash a wall. Like now—"

As he said that, the lunatic stretched out a finger in front of the camera, and pushed away a piece of the building block castle.

With his movement and the slide of the building block, the entire splendid castle collapsed, and amidst the clattering sound, the clown burst into laughter.

Looking at the camera, a morbid obsession appeared on his face, as if he remembered something, he tilted his head with a playful smile, and asked softly:

"Is it faster to destroy Batman, or to destroy Vera Senna?"

Such a woman, she is high above, blooming like a pure dark cloud, she is unparalleled, she turns her hands into clouds and rain in the political and business circles, she is awe-inspiring and pure, she cannot be erased or shaken.

But she is so weak that anyone can easily break her.She is as fragile as glass, and can be shattered into powder with just a light touch.

"Time, time, time—"

The elegant and hoarse sighs were repeated again and again, and the people on the screen made a dancing gesture intoxicated, and turned off the camera.

"--next level."

It is the early hours of April 21st.

The clock ticked, ticked, and the minutes passed.

The initiative is in the opponent's hands, even if the Justice League can survive, Vera can't.

It was the hand that pushed down the building blocks, roughly kneaded the girl's underwear into balls, and stuffed them into the shock box.

Besides... that hand, what else did it do?

There was a dead silence in the entire communication channel, and everyone avoided this topic.

They didn't dare to think about it, and Clark didn't even dare to look.

Bruce takes a deep breath, his fingers uncontrollable for a moment as he taps the keys for the next clue.

"……time."

He almost squeezed out the words between his teeth, "Superman and Cyborg, you continue to follow the clues in the scare box, and the rest of you—Diana, you clean up the New York battlefield with Shazam and Green Lantern, watch the game Botans, Flash come here."

Remembering that they had spent a whole day investigating Gotham before, and found nothing under the inspections of Superman, Green Lantern, and Wonder Woman, Bruce thought for a moment, and decided to let the Flash investigate again.

From the perspective of the other party, it is precisely because of the previous method of diverting the tiger away from the mountain that "Batman" will not re-investigate Gotham-this may be a second chance.

Judging from the first scare box at the airport, there are three clues: the mysterious person who hid the scare box in the car; the waiter who mysteriously disappeared at the car rental company; and Mary herself who knocked Jason unconscious.

"I feel like there's a remnant of magic here."

Diana verified repeatedly in the parking lot, and called Shazam over temporarily, and the two finally reached an agreement.

Shazam rarely said seriously:

"Someone has used magic here. Judging from the source, it seems to be different from the mainstream system in this world."

In other words, maybe the clown has other partners, or does the disappearing Mary have some kind of ability?

Shazam is the candidate who has the strongest strength and can restrain the Cybertronians apart from Superman. While Superman has continued to investigate along the clues and will not let go anyway, Shazam can only briefly Stay here for a while.

After he and Diana found a certain coordinate of Gotham along the residual magic power, they hurried back to New York and handed over the rest of the work to Bruce.

This process took an hour and a half.

Jason insisted on following, Bruce could only temporarily call Dick to take care of the child, and had no time to explain to the shocked and anxious Dick, he, Diana, and Barry followed the three clues at the same time.

However, Superman is one step ahead of Batman.

Turning on the synchronous communication channel again, Clark held the third scare box in his hand.

It was two o'clock in the morning the next day.

The scare box contains a small box of human nails.

Every piece of flesh and blood is forcibly torn off. It is hard to imagine how painful it will be when these flesh and blood are forcibly peeled off.

"...The DNA test results show that it is confirmed."

They had never heard Cyborg speak in such a hollow voice, ever.

They don't want to hear it.

They don't want to know the result at all.

"I like the script of The Abyss."

Kazkaz, the voice on the tape, let out an indistinct grunt.

"Time will never stop for any player, what is not held by that hand will pass in vain - my baby Vera can come up with such exquisite scripts and game modes, how can I not love her? "

"The game has to go on, you have to speed up - the next level."

"next level."

"The next level, the next level, I really can't wait for you to see the next level reward, haha, hahahahahaha——"

Thick malice and cruelty spread from the laughter, burrowing into everyone's heart like a leech with metal claws.

"What's the madman's real name?"

Diana asked suddenly.

No one answered her, not even Bruce himself.

"Then I will continue to call it joker, and I will remember this name."

Diana said, "Because I would kill it."

"He's pissing you off."

"Yes, it worked."

It was Hal who said this immediately, his voice was full of blood, "You can try the effect yourself."

What stood in front of Bruce was a small space magic. After searching all over Gotham, he finally found the missing waiter in another location.

By the time he started actually torturing the comatose wretch, Superman found a fourth scare box.

The tempo was accelerated by several points compared to before, and at three o'clock in the morning, he dug out the bigger and bigger scare box from under the sarcophagus of the pyramid.

In the damp and gloomy tunnel, the strong smell of blood penetrated clearly into Clark's nostrils. He shook his hands and peeled off layers of gauze. At the bottom of the box, he saw a small finger bone.

This white phalanx was stripped of all flesh and blood, as if it had been forcibly twisted, presenting a distorted posture.

It was as if it was snapped off abruptly before being stripped off.

Clark must use the greatest willpower to restrain his whole body. If there is a slight slack, he will not guarantee that he will make any crazy moves.

In Man of Steel's soul, a voice that completely lost his mind was roaring at him frantically, and a haggard and collapsed voice curled up in the depths, whining tremblingly.

...don't look for it.

Please, stop looking.

How long can you last?

How restrained can you be?

He clearly knew that it was a trap, that it was a bad result, that it was a key to release the collapse and pain, but—he couldn't stop.

The right to choose the game does not belong to him.

It was as if he was walking barefoot on the knife-point hell, with an endless abyss in front of him, and a black ocean constantly rushing towards him behind him.

He ran forward under the impetus of necessity, each step on a blade, each blade tearing him more easily than the one before.

Next level, next box.

What will be in the box?What kind of pain is she still suffering from?

Kryptonite didn't really knock him down, the radiation from the nuclear bomb couldn't penetrate his defenses, and the firepower from the Cybertronians hit his chest without pain.

But just imagining the girl's appearance now, Clark's heart is convulsed with pain.

It hurts.

Vera is a girl who can't take care of herself.

She will be hospitalized due to the aftermath of the explosion, she will be unable to walk due to the injury that is about to heal, she will be self-willed and coquettish, she will need to rest for a long time after being injured, she is an ordinary person, she has no ability to resist.

She will hurt.

"Speed ​​up, everyone."

He heard his own body say calmly, "The clown broke her phalanx and ripped that bone out."

She was stripped of her clothes, her nails were torn off abruptly, her finger bones were bent abruptly, and her flesh and blood were stripped.

She couldn't take it anymore.

He couldn't bear it any longer.

The anger in the soul was roaring and hitting the limit, Clark lowered his head deeply, and closed his eyes forcefully.

I don't know if I want to calm my emotions, or restrain the urge to cry.

No one spoke. Bruce, who was interrogating the waiter, clenched his hands and almost crushed the other's butterfly bone. He took a rough breath and clenched his teeth.

Everyone sped up their actions again.

The next level, the next box, the next discovery, the next clue - time is running fast.

And as every minute passed, as Clark discovered the fourth and fifth scare boxes, and found something even more unbearable for everyone, everyone became anxious and violent.

They are like ferocious beasts that have lost their treasures, from being peaceful to gradually sticking out their bloody fangs.

In terms of finding clues, solving puzzles, and even dealing with the New York battlefield, the gentleness and calmness of the past began to fade, and the irrepressible anger began to show bit by bit.

They don't care about anything.

They just want to find the clown's hiding place as soon as possible, and they just want to rescue Vera!

But—no, nowhere!

The clown seemed to have evaporated from the world, even though The Flash and Superman searched desperately, even though Cyborg tried his best to cut off the network of the whole world, there was no trace of it.

Mary disappeared too hastily, the guy who used magic in the dark is still unknown, and Batman's interrogation of the waiter is still in progress, but the New York battlefield suddenly stumbled in their footsteps-the only one who has a clue. It was Clark who progressed, making them more restless with each scare box he brought back.

Therefore, starting from the fourth scare box, Clark and Cyborg no longer disclose it to them, only revealing the Joker's tape to Bruce:

"Don't be sad, don't be sad, little bat, don't blame that innocent young man because of baby Vera, I guarantee with my own soul that he doesn't know about this matter... Oh, believe it or not, it's up to you."

"I don't like online games very much, it's not very fun, so I also found a game cheat-what? Are you angry? I'm sorry, the game official is me, and I have the final right to explain."

The clown's voice was sweet and greasy, he appeared in one box after another, his eyes became more and more bloodshot, and those cloudy and malicious eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Do you have to be so angry? Haven't I already returned Baby Vera to you?"

In the fourth scare box, wheat-colored short hair is tied in a random way with a pair of white teeth.

In the fifth scare box, there was a crumpled skirt covered in blood and mucus.

On the screen, the man with hunched back and tilted head clapped his hands seriously and laughed loudly.

In that burst of sharp laughter, he asked innocently:

"I returned her to you piece by piece, should you be satisfied?"

At five o'clock in the morning, dense dark clouds suddenly gathered above the sky of Gotham City.

Ten minutes later, a deafening thunderclap covered all the dim light and brought the whole city back into deep darkness.

A bolt of lightning struck the air, briefly lighting up the damp, abandoned factory.

In this instant of brightness, the man who had almost merged with the night finally revealed his figure for a short time. His eyes were as calm as before, and his hard armor covered all his emotions.

Along with the torrential rain, Bruce heard Clark's faint panting on the other side of the communicator.

"She's alive, Superman, she's alive, you gotta remember she's alive, and calm down."

The man who has always spoken concisely did not notice his lack of expression and logical confusion at the moment. He repeated it back and forth many times, but he couldn't grasp the focus of his words in the haze.

Huge raindrops hit the window, and Bruce moved his lips, speaking with difficulty:

"The clown is just pissing you off."

He didn't know whether what he said was persuading the other party or himself.

After a long time, Superman's voice came from the communicator.

"I found the sixth scare box."

The man's voice was already hoarse, and he was almost speaking in a pleading tone.

"Quickly, Batman, find her."

He heard the sound of heavy rain and lightning, and he heard the sudden quickening of the communicator's footsteps, so he simply turned on the communicator and opened the sixth scare box.

He doesn't want to open it.

This specially made box that can isolate the ability to see through is just placed there in such a majestic manner, without any cover, without any puzzles to be solved, this is simply... not like the previous game flow.

The faint intuition was telling Clark not to open this Pandora's box, but the "time" of the game forced him to open it.

In the end, it was Cyborg who unlocked the chain lock and opened the scare box.

Clark stood there not far or near, watching the steel bone just glanced into the box, and took a step back as if seeing something unbelievable, he suddenly understood something.

In the sixth scare box, there is a lake.

He has been involved countless times by the green water light of the lake, and he has compromised countless times because of the gentle and firm lake light. In the fiery red sunset, in the afterglow of the sunset, the girl looked up At the beginning, when I looked at him with a smile - those eyes.

Those lake-green eyes carried the entire soul.

All the strength in Clark's body was exhausted, and his lingering soul finally fell into the endless abyss.

Please.

Gods, I implore you.

Anything is fine, you can take whatever you want—dignity, power, life, reputation, anything.

Please bring her back safely.

"Batman—!"

Cyborg suddenly yelled, breaking down earlier than Clark as Synergy was forced to find the scare box.

The boy's whole body was flashing red, and he roared almost as if venting:

"Batman! Batman! Where's the madman—the madman who's targeting you!??"

"We've found the sixth scare box, this can't go on, this game should fucking be over, you-"

Amidst the shouts of Cyborg's obvious anger, the man on the other end of the communicator, who had always kept calm, suddenly said:

"—I found the last one."

Gotham City, outside the tomb behind the church.

In the torrential rain, the man in a mess stood stiffly in front of the messy tombstones.

Amid the rain and mud, a black travel bag was thrown in front of him, and above the travel bag hung a familiar clown doll.

In the icy rain, he bent down and unzipped the travel bag.

Amid the strong smell of blood, a strand of wheat-colored short hair stuck to his open palm amidst the bloody corpse.

The pale, thin hand was twisted into an odd shape, the fingertips were a mess, bare and nailless, and a card was embedded in the flesh.

Under the dim streetlight, Bruce saw that it read:

"Too slow, Batman :)"

— "You let me down, little bat."

In the hazy rain, Joker, who gradually revealed his figure, said with a smile.

"But I give you back Baby Vera."

"One piece, one piece is returned to you."