Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Lex did not ignore Carl's anomaly, but he got the actual situation wrong.

Not PTSD.

…It’s hard to say whether it’s true or not. Karl lacks judgment in this area, and Alexander kept silent about his flickering hallucinations—Karl was still talking to his imaginary audience when he was lying on the sofa. As if someone else had lived in his home—Carl knew there must be something wrong with his mental state, but at least he wouldn't admit it was PTSD.

The vast majority of pain is physical.

Getting the kryptonite out of his body was a slow process, but it was true that without the sun he would have a delusional sense of increased pain, which would intensify with Lex talking loudly in front of him.

But far from the level of psychological barriers.

— it just hurts too much.

It hurt too much, so he didn't want to say more.

He has nothing to say, all the words are too pale now, and he is not particularly good at persuading people, the type of rhetoric, what he uses to impress people is sincerity, reputation, not eloquence, Whether his words sound good or bad has basically nothing to do with his final results.

But Lex's reaction at the moment still makes him feel funny... Isn't the "funny" emotion he felt after seeing Lex too much?

Nothing, he wasn't going to laugh at Lex, he was just going to laugh at himself.

This is not the first time he laughed at himself. It was not the first time he rushed to save another person after saving one person, but was scolded for "disregarding the property of the person being rescued"; When saving a woman from the flames and she commits suicide because of her disfigurement; when he tried everything possible to keep everyone safe, but was cursed angrily because he left out that person's pet...he wouldn't Confused about his own existence itself, but to be honest, he would ask himself in his heart: Is it worth it?

does it worth?

He won't force an answer, because Superman just doesn't ask if it's worth it, but just does everything he can.

But he still asks himself that question occasionally, and feels the hidden pain of being hurt—not out of anger, but out of sadness.

Of course, this kind of emotion will not stay in his heart for too long, but he will not contain them, after all, he maintains his sensitivity, and sensitivity is doomed to be hurt.

Lex puts him in a dilemma.There are so many things he can do, but in the end he chose to remain silent. He always has hope, and he hopes that Lex can make some changes, not forced changes, but changes from the heart.It's not that hard to love an enemy over fear, it's really hard not to run away, but not to think too much about—

Maybe it was a false signal, Carl guessed.

Until now, he still chooses to look for problems in himself first, he wonders if he has done something wrong, if he has made an unforgivable mistake that makes Lex think that he must be killed, is he talking to Lex The nervousness, hesitation and uneasiness were leaked at times, but no matter how he recalled, he controlled such emotions very well.

He's so good at ignoring the pain he sees from a parallel world.

Fatigue made Carl feel overwhelmed, and his tragic character created Lex's tragic life itself, and he became the victim of Lex's tragic life... right or wrong does not matter.The right and wrong between him and Lex have been clear since Lex sacrificed the life of an entire airliner to force Superman to appear, and he should have let Lex be brought to justice long ago.

How innocent lives were affected.

The penalty is Lex.Luthor deserved the consequences.

His kindness had kept Lex alive, and his kindness had never had anything to do with his relationship with Lex.His love at best just made him expect more from Lex.

But what if he couldn't save everyone in time?If so, he will never appease, and all the stories that happened between him and Lex after that will not happen.

But he did his best to keep everyone alive.

In any case, he will do his best to keep everyone alive.

Lex left as quietly as his arrival, as if it was just a dream, Carl left the table slowly, Alfred quickly emerged from the corner and took away the plate.

He stopped Carl: "Do you need anything else, Mr. Al?"

Carl thought for a while.

I don't want to eat, drink, sleep, read or do other things that require my brain.

"Are there cats around here?" he asked.

"You like cats." Afu said, he thought for a few seconds, "You can go here and have a look."

He gave Carl an address.

Carl declined Alfred's offer to send him there, he wasn't weak enough yet.

No, he's not weak at all, he's just not in good shape... Please believe in the physical strength of a Kryptonian, even if he's not in good shape, he can easily receive a nuclear bomb, but it will be more uncomfortable after receiving it.

Originally going to drive, Bruce's garage full of luxury cars stopped Carl.No one in Gotham knows Bruce's car, even if it's brand new-the process of buying a luxury car will be followed by the media, even if ordinary citizens don't know who owns the car, the media people will know.

So Carl walked there. He wore a plush scarf to cover his chin, and walked casually into the alleys of Gotham.

The address Afu gave him is not remote, and it is a small road with relatively good law and order. The good law and order here does not mean that there are no gangsters and petty thefts in this place, it is the patent of high-end communities. With powerful people in charge, it is not easy for anyone to make a big fuss.

Even though it was daytime, Carl could still feel countless prying eyes hiding in the corners. There were muscular men staring at him on the side of the road, and occasionally one or two skinny people stared at him with sick and strange eyes.

But all sight was gone the moment he approached his destination.

Carl raised his head and looked at the cabin in front of him.

Old, but very tidy, there is a small circle of grass around the house, a few fluffy tails hanging from the eaves, and a few fat cats lying on the grass, each cat is smooth and smooth, and you can tell at a glance that there is no need to worry about food and drink.

Someone in the house was sleeping with his head covered.

Carl sat down on the steps and took out of his pocket the cat food that Alfred sponsored him.

The cats stopped playing, as if they smelled the aroma of cat food, they sat upright cautiously, wrapping their long tails around their small half of the body, only the tip of the tail dangling slightly, as if thinking Do you want to approach this strange feeder?

Carl poured cat food into the palm of his hand.

"Meow~"

A small object fell and fell on top of his head.

The four soft little pads tugged at his hair in a panic, and barely settled on his head, making sweet, sweet sounds.

"Meow~"

It kicked on the small pads and slid down tremblingly, which seemed to make it panic. It stuck out its nails, trying to hook Carl's ears and crawl down.

Carl raised his hand and caught the little thing above his head.

It is a white cat.

The size that can be held in one hand, fluffy fur, big blue eyes, small nose and mouth are pink.

It looks cute and cute, which really doesn't match the style of Gotham City.

Carl put it on his lap and fed it.

But it didn't eat, and after standing firmly on Karl's outstretched legs, it began to move towards Karl's embrace on its stomach.

It seemed that he had observed enough and felt that Karl was not a threat. A ridiculously fat orange cat rolled over, buried his fat face in Karl's palm without any politeness, and began to chew.

Carl spread his hand patiently, and wanted to take it back after it finished eating, but the orange cat raised its claws to grab his wrist, and licked his hand with its tongue like drinking water.

Several cats jumped down from the eaves and approached him gracefully.

There were too many cats, but there were only two hands. Carl took off his coat and spread it on the steps, and slowly poured half a bag of cat food on it.

Several little heads rushed over impatiently, vying for the best eating position.

After some hard work, the little white cat climbed onto Carl's shoulders - its little paws hooked his vest and made a few small holes, I hope Aff won't be angry - it contentedly The hairy face was pressed against Carl's cheek, making a purring sound.

The orange cat didn't fight, it walked slowly under Carl's straight legs, like a big warm blanket, it lay motionless under his knees.

"Squeak-"

Serena yawned, leaned against the door with her chest folded, and looked at Carl's back with sleepy eyes.

"Hey handsome," she said lazily, "who gave you permission to feed my cat?"

Carl turned to look up at her, not forgetting to raise a hand to support the kitten on his shoulder.

"..." Serena looked at that face.

"Hello," Carl said politely, "I thought these were stray cats?"

"Uh-huh." Serena uttered an ambiguous syllable from her nasal cavity, and looked at Carl's face with a strange look.

"I know I'm good-looking, my dear, but I shouldn't let you see it for so long." Carl smiled, "And I'm afraid I'm not your style."

"You really aren't." Serena said, raised her foot and tapped the door with her toes, and then Carl noticed that she was standing at the door with bare feet, "Come in."

"Uh."

"I'm not going to eat you, little boy," Serena scoffed. "There's no soda—that's not good for staying in shape. I have dark chocolate, though. Would you like some?"

Carl hesitated and walked in.

The space in the room is very small, Serena is slender, standing in the room is as beautiful as a plum branch inserted obliquely in a white porcelain vase, but Carl is too awkward for this room, he sits with his hands tied On the only chair in the room, both hands obediently supported his knees.

"Take it."

A bar of dark chocolate flew over.

The tin foil has been taken apart, and teeth marks can be seen clearly at the opening.

...Carl silently broke off a piece of dark chocolate from the other direction and stuffed it into his mouth.

Not his taste.This bar has a slightly sweet taste.

"So," Serena's voice came from far to near, she put on a black windbreaker, and Carl finally had the courage to look down her neck, "What are you doing in Gotham?"

"I..." Carl opened his mouth to speak.