The world needs more heroes

The black curtain was slowly opened in the air, and the huge S-shaped logo was solemnly and solemnly printed on it. Occasionally, there was a low sobbing sound in the air, and the air was silent and desperate all over the street.

There are no more laughter and laughter in the streets and alleys. This is the seventh day of Superman's death.

"We thank Superman for everything he has done in the past 15 years. May he rest in peace." The reporter on the TV was saying high-sounding words, and the lights in the dark house were not turned on. After a long time, someone picked up the remote control. Calmly turned off the TV.

After losing the light source of the TV, the whole room was almost plunged into complete darkness. The person who was wrapped in a blanket and sat on the sofa with his hands hugging his knees shrank himself again, so quiet that he didn't seem alive.

[Insufficient physical function detected, it is recommended to eat, Philomena. ] A gentle female voice sounded in her mind, Philomena raised her head confusedly, and looked around blankly before realizing that only she could hear Athena's voice.

"I said don't talk to me casually, Athena." Philomena ordered indifferently, the girl stretched out her hand, and she couldn't even see her own fingers in such a dark room: "You go."

[Please repeat, I cannot understand your request. 】

"I said, get off of me and get attached to any shit! As long as someone is better than me!" Philomena's voice suddenly raised, in such a quiet high-end residential area , The sound insulation of the house is very good, even if she has a party in the middle of the night, it will not affect the neighbors very much.

What's more, Nancy's mother and daughter next door have already moved away.

Philomena Olsen is like her once useless self, huddled in the corner of the orphanage, thinking that she can really find her family by quietly observing the world.

At the end of the day she was alone in the fucking huge house, dark as a vampire.

"It's my fault! If anyone else was there, this wouldn't have happened!"

"I'm a fucking, selfish freak!"

It was the first time in her life that she cursed someone with such swear words in a hysterical tone. Instead of feeling the anger in her chest vented, Philomena felt even more stuffy.

It was she who caused the world to lose Superman.

[The statement is not valid, Superman could not be resurrected at that time. 】Athena's voice was calm and gentle, as if nothing had happened and the years were quiet.

There is never anxiety, discomfort, etc. in her voice. Only when she realizes this, can Philomena truly feel how pathetic she is.

She didn't say any more words, and didn't try to refute Athena's words. The girl retracted herself into the blanket, and the bundled hair ball trembled slightly.

The school was on vacation for half a month, and the entire Midtown High School was smashed into ruins by Doomsday and new monsters. She didn't participate in any mourning activities like a ghost, and even wanted to turn around and leave when she heard the word Superman.

She simply couldn't bear the guilt that surged towards her like a raging wave. When Superman died, she could even feel the warm blood gushing from the other person, just like an ordinary human being.

The gentle blue eyes of the god on earth were wide open, and he seemed to be looking at the sky dyed red by the setting sun before he died.

Philomena knelt beside Superman, the bright yellow light spots floating on the breathless Superman gradually faded, her palm quickly gathered strength, and the next second when she was about to lift it up, she heard Wonder Woman roared in grief.

As if the demigod wanted to cry out her powerlessness and despair, she heard the sound of heavy knees falling to the ground, the ground was punched out by the tough demigod, and the cracked lines slowly spread to Philome. Na's side.

She suddenly heard the voices of those children in her childhood.

【Filomena is a freak! 】

【monster!vampire!Philomena is not human! 】

【It must be because Philomena is a monster that her parents threw her away! 】

The last point of light dissipated before Philomena's eyes, and her urgent, raised right hand had no effect.

Ten seconds have passed.

She killed the only person who ever heard her voice.

"Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock Knock!" The annoying knock on the door sounded in front of Philomena's house shortly after Superman's memorial service.

The downpour had been pouring for an unknown amount of time. When Philomena opened the door wrapped in a blanket, the people standing outside rubbed their hands awkwardly.

The boy's eyes were still a little red, and he looked as if he had just cried. Although he was holding a black umbrella, his body was almost drenched. Philomena was silent for a moment, and took a step back.

As if he didn't expect Philomena to behave like this, the boy put away his umbrella, shook his hand under the eaves, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say, he paused for two seconds before speaking: "Hey."

"Parker, what's the matter?" Philomena didn't show any sadness on her face, as if the silent mourning and mourning for Superman for more than a week was just a short vacation for her without going to school: "This You'd better not stay outside at that time."

Close the door after speaking.

"Wait!" Peter Parker hastily stretched out his hand to block Philomena's movement to close the door. The boy hesitated for two seconds, and then said: "Before the battle last week, you suddenly disappeared, I, I a little worried."

"I was rushing home at that time, and nothing happened." Philomena let go of her hand, and looked directly at Peter with blue eyes: "Is there anything else?"

Peter's hand flicked in the pocket of the hat, and then he took out a small, still wet from the rain.

It was a mini Superman pendant made of wool felt, the red cloak was fluffy, and the small curly hair on the forehead was like a finishing touch, trembling slightly in the wind blowing from the heavy rain.

Philomena didn't speak, her eyes shot at Peter like lightning.

"I, I asked Dina, and she said that you were saved by Superman before. This was done by my aunt, and her craftsmanship is very good—" Dina, the most cheerful and popular child in the orphanage Girl: "I, I'm sorry."

I don't know whether he was sorry for inquiring into Philomena's privacy, or something else.

Filomina stared blankly at the small wool felt pendant, firmly pinned by the tiny mobile phone pendant rope, dangling in the air, with a Q-version cute smile on her face.

Just like the Superman who fell from the sky back then.

After a while, Philomena stretched out her hand and took the pendant: "Thank you."

Peter was actually a little flattered that this was the first time Philomena hadn't said the word "fuck" to him.

But thinking of the final result of last week's battle, even the more optimistic Spider-Man couldn't laugh at all.

It is the result of Peter’s hard work to find time to find Philomena these days. Ever since Superman was directly killed by an alien monster on live TV, the whole world has been paralyzed in an instant. Soaring, as if opening some beast's box.

Taking the metropolis as the most, the city guarded by Superman has been peaceful, warm and beautiful for more than ten years, but it was instantly devoured by evil after losing its patron saint.

The Avengers and the Justice League have urgently dispatched personnel to take charge of Metropolis, but to make matters worse, Overwatch, who was originally famous in New York, suddenly lost news, and no member showed up.

This is undoubtedly a big blow to the superheroes. When the manpower was insufficient, the originally expected friendly forces did not help.

Mr. Stark's scolding was ugly.

"No, you're welcome!" Peter stammered and shook his hand: "Go in quickly, don't open the door casually, the security is very bad recently, I'm leaving!"

Philomena nodded calmly, watched Peter leave the gate of the yard, and then closed the door with two locks.

She tightly held the pendant in her palm, and the rough wool felt textured Philomena's palm. The girl pursed her lips tightly and trembled slightly.

[Are you all right, Philomena? 】Athena's voice reminded of Philomena's feet stepping on the soft carpet, the soft wool wrapping her toes, and she slowly squatted down with her back to the door.

The Q version of the Superman pendant was slightly damp, and was held by Philomena in the palm of her hand. The motionless smile seemed to be real, and it landed with the winter sun.

A few seconds later, huge drops of water fell on the small pendant, making the pendant even wetter.

She stood up abruptly, rushed into her room on the second floor, and tore off the picture hanging on the wall. Behind the picture was a small safe.

She entered the password with shaking fingers──0612──the safe opened after a beep, and there was only a little bear doll with the length of a forearm inside. It seemed to be in good condition, but there were still some stains that could not be washed off.

The little bear doll is wearing a red cape, on which is signed [Superman], which is a gift that Superman brought to Philomena when he secretly visited the hospital after saving his young self.

The girl carefully placed the doll on the bed, and placed the small wool felt pendant on the bear doll's leg.

Childish and childish words seemed to ring in my mind again: [Can you really hear anyone's voice? 】

[Well, I don't want to hear what everyone is thinking every day, so I basically filter it... But if you call me Superman, I can hear it in Metropolis. 】

"If you're in trouble, just call me."

"Just call Superman."

The teddy bear on the bed was smiling, and the Superman pendant on the bed was smiling. Philomena stared blankly at the two dead objects for a long time.

"...Superman."