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

Karl walked around the villa, and Alexander thought very carefully. The layout of the room almost copied the pattern he used to live on the farm. s things.

The overall style of the room is very modern, almost fully intelligent, and the upper and lower floors are clearly divided. Compared with the upstairs, the downstairs is much more mature, open and crisp, while the upstairs, which is Karl’s living area, is soft and sweet .

The focus is on the division and radian of the area, as well as the decoration of some small details.

Green decorative plants are planted in the corners, and some of them hang down from the grids erected on the ceiling. The lights are faintly visible behind the emerald green, and the gauze curtains are all in a clear style. Small and exquisite plants can be seen everywhere in the room. Cartoon decorations, chocolate candies are made into various shapes as decorations, usually placed next to the cartoon decorations, weapons in the hands of these dolls, or even the dolls themselves.

The floor is pure wood, covered with a thick cashmere carpet, and there is a small fountain on the wall, which will automatically turn on every once in a while, adding a bit of moisture to the dry air.

This entire garden belongs to the Ayer family. In fact, the villa itself was the place where the Ayer and his wife lived, but their room was on the first floor.

Carl went to see it, and it was cleaned up quite cleanly. The photos of the couple were placed on the head of the bed. The wife’s dressing table was empty, but all the jewelry was kept. The collection of famous watches fills a display case.

He couldn't stand it anymore, closed the door of this bedroom, and locked it with his authority.

The weather in the metropolis is fine today, the sun is shining brightly, with only one or two snow-white clouds floating in the sky.

Carl didn't wear his typical bow tie, and he didn't wear expensive clothes that anyone with a discerning eye could tell. He took to the streets alone. This city is very bustling, and people are coming and going in a hurry. No one will notice. his.

Sure enough, no one noticed the man walking alone on the road.

Although his height of 1.9 meters is rare, he is too good-looking compared to ordinary people, but in this place, everyone is just a small ant, everyone is busy with life, everyone Neither is special.

No one draws attention to others.

Carl passed through several bustling business districts and passed several traffic lights.

No one recognized him on the road, but there were still two young girls who came over to strike up a conversation, and a beautiful royal sister gave Karl a wink, but he politely refused and just kept walking.

There was a rush of people.

When passing by a large square, he was entangled by a gypsy woman with feathers on her head. She seemed to be hundreds of years old. She wore a wizard hat and said that she was a wizard. Some people would believe that she was wearing some dirty mixed colors. Long skirt, if she wore it like this when she was young, there would definitely be dozens of young men who would be fascinated by her, but this long skirt just set off her body even more shriveled.

Grabbing his arm, she demanded Karl's fortune-telling, and said, in the drifting tone of a wanderer, "Let me see your hand, sir, just your hand."

"Okay, okay." Carl laughed.

He knew that this woman just saw that his leather shoes were purely handmade and expensive, and wanted to kill him, but he also knew that this woman had adopted several orphans, and she did not sell them when she was the poorest.

People are not always so good, but they are always not so bad either.

He spread out his hand, and the gypsy woman held it immediately, and used one hand to draw pictures on his palm and mutter words. His palm was white and soft, while hers was brown, with loose flesh and wrinkled skin. With thick calluses, there are traces of dryness and frostbite.

"I see blood and pain, eternal loss... You have a hard way, sir, and you have many friends and many enemies." The gypsy woman said slowly, "Be careful with your friends and not your enemies... Great misfortune is about to befall you, sir. Be careful. Be careful."

"Thank you." Carl said. He lowered his head and smiled at the gypsy woman. His bright eyes were like sapphires in fairy tales. "Thank you for your divination. This is my heart."

He grasped the gypsy woman's hand with his backhand, and gently stuffed something into her palm with the other hand. The gypsy woman only squeezed it, and immediately tightened her fingers, tightly holding the thing Karl gave her. in hand.

"Thank you, sir..." she murmured, her eyes clouded and dazed, "thank you."

"You're welcome." Carl said, he shook the gypsy woman's hand a little harder, then let her go, and turned to leave.

The gypsy woman stopped him: "Sir!"

Karl stopped and turned her head. She raised her face and looked at Karl with her old pupils. For a moment, her voice seemed to be younger, and it was as viscous and sweet as honey.

"... disaster is nothing to fear before you, sir," she said, in a soft, soft voice, like a cat's murmur in her throat, "just please don't be sad... someone will die in your place, sir, Someone will always die for you."

Her voice is so soft that Carl would not be able to hear it if he didn't have super hearing.He glanced at the gypsy woman with some surprise, but he didn't believe her prophecy.

Old vagabonds like her, with their rich experience of life, can sometimes display a keenness and intelligence comparable to that of consulting detectives, who can deduce from details and various trivialities the past experience of certain people, and Predict the future of this person based on his personality, family background, and friends. If you have a bad temper and a harsh tone, say it as a bad thing, and if you have a mild temper and a firm personality, say it as a good thing. Because the words are vague, there is a high chance of "prediction" Align with future events.

This is not really a prophecy.

This is just an inference fraught with uncertainty.

He raised a smile and nodded at her, then turned and left. The old gypsy woman stood where she was, looked at Karl's back with her cloudy eyes for a while, then turned around slowly, blending into a group of street performers.

Karl traveled all over the busiest places in the metropolis within one day. If it weren't for the fact that his current identity is public, and the ubiquitous surveillance videos on the streets would also record his itinerary, he could have traveled all over the place in one day. Travel throughout the metropolis.

But this little distance is enough, he has listened to this place for a long time before coming to the metropolis, he has seen countless metropolises in the parallel world, he saw them being destroyed again and again, being rebuilt again and again, in When no one knows, he has known this place for many years. He knows which street is the best burrito stall here, which fast food restaurant has the best service attitude here, and he knows everything about the daily life here. and secret.

Sometimes listening and watching is also a kind of participation.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets, and stood at the intersection leisurely waiting for the red light to pass.

Then a black commercial vehicle produced by Lex Group stopped in front of him.

The window rolls down, revealing a young, cute, jerk face.

It's Lex's face.

The young CEO doesn't look alike to his father. Carl checked it out of curiosity. The old Luthor's appearance is more than wild and lacking in detail. It doesn't look ugly, but it looks like graffiti on cheap canvas, rough Live like a worker in a steel mill.

In this respect, Lex was born more like his mother who died young.

His body is slender, his face is white, his eyelashes are long and curly, which is especially obvious when looking down on him, and his lighter blonde hair is curled, which reminds Karl of those lambs in medieval oil paintings, or A boy who shepherds sheep.

Although these metaphors are very inappropriate for Lex himself.

"What a coincidence, Carl—hope I'm not mistaken, can I call you Carl? Calling you Al is easy to confuse with your brother." Lex sat in the back seat and smiled politely at Carl, "I think You should know me, Lex Luthor, please call me Lex so it doesn't sound so strange."

"Hello, Lex."

Cal looked down at Lex, smiling.

His smile must have been soaked in honey wine, otherwise how could it be so sweet and so smoky?

His blue eyes were as clear as a starry sky, or a fire in a place of extreme ice.

"...After almost two years, you still look the same, how unbelievable, Carl." Lex was obviously flickered by this smile, he blinked slightly, opened the car door, and sat in a car by himself. Position, "Get in the car, please give me a chance to drive you home."

This is a bustling intersection, and there are many pedestrians waiting for the red light with Carl. When Lex's car stopped in front of Carl, it attracted the attention of the people around him. When Lex opened the car window and appeared, Carl heard it clearly. Xiao Xiao exclaimed not far away, and the heartbeats of those around him suddenly accelerated.

Before the vaguely commotional crowd really boiled over, Carl got into Lex's car.

He glanced at the people in the driver's seat, and Lex immediately introduced him: "Mosy, my secretary, bodyguard and driver, believe me, she is fully capable of taking on these important positions. Without her, I really don't know the company. what will become of it?"

Carl thought to himself that as long as you stop staring at Superman and spend less money on Superman research projects, let alone Moses, Lex Group will lay off half of its employees, and the performance of the entire company will also flourish.

Mercy gave Carl a smile in the rearview mirror. "Hello, sir."

Carl gave her his signature sweet smile, and at the moment when the red light passed, she immediately shut up and started the car, leaving behind those people who were excitedly taking pictures and posting videos on Twitter and YouTube.

"So, tell me, dear little Prince Carl, why are you wandering the streets alone, looking lost? Where are your bodyguards, drivers and assistants? You know you can't go out without everything, you have to bring Follow your prince's guard of honor."

Lex's concern made Carl want to laugh: "I just came to Metropolis, and I want to go out and see by myself."

"Oh, you'd like to visit the city," said Lex, with a gentle, friendly smile and a courteous manner. "Of course, of course, this is your metropolis and mine after all—are you in love with her? You Must love her, because she loves you so much, she has Al's badge on the chairs at City Hall."

"Well... I liked him very much before I came here, as for now." Carl tilted his head and looked at Lex sitting next to him, thinking for a while.

Lex smiled and waited for his answer.

Because he was half a head shorter than Carl, he had to lift his chin to look into Carl's eyes. The little golden curly hair was slightly tilted because of the movement of his head up, and the light was dim, but this did not detract from the brilliance in his green eyes. mystery.

He seemed genuinely composed, with the poise and elegance of his public appearances.

And none of the people who adored him for his wealth, his philanthropy, his witticism, knew what he was doing in private.

Only Superman knows.

Although even Superman doesn't know all about him.

Carl looked deeply into Lex's eyes and said, "I think I fell in love with him at first sight."