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

Those three hours were definitely the longest three hours of Carl's life.

In fact, when he saw Superman, he became a little sober. To describe it with more emotional words, as soon as Superman appeared in front of his eyes, he felt a thrill all over his body, a surge of excitement and excitement like ice water One end poured down, let him suddenly know how to speak.

Then he was put into the egg-shaped warehouse, and the yellow sun shone on him, nourishing his genes and body, and at the same time nourishing his mind. Carl gradually remembered what happened after he came here, and still There is a conversation between him and Clark.

Clark is so gentle, he thought.

By this time he pretty much knew what was going on, and was even able to guess what Alexander had installed in his bedroom, and how the whole thing had come about.

It is nothing more than a loss of control of ability—in fact, he had a premonition of this long ago. He has always felt that he has the ability to break through the dimensional wall and go to other parallel spaces, but he has always been unable to do so. Alexander’s space transmission device probably It was his ability that catalyzed him, allowing him to travel through the universe when his ability was not yet fully mature.

Thinking about it carefully, Carl was in a cold sweat.

Although he has seen many cosmic traversal events in parallel worlds, all of those cosmic traversals occurred only after a world-destroying catastrophe occurred in a certain parallel universe. Weaker and easier to traverse, and even then, going to another parallel universe is still a very dangerous job.

But he directly broke through space and went to another universe in an unconscious sleep!

And it seems that it is the world he has been thinking about the most, the world he has been watching, and it is the most advanced world in all parallel worlds except the real world.

It is the main world.

There is the Superman of the main world here, the first, the first, and the most important Superman, and it is the Superman that Carl saw when he was young.

It's Clark.Kent, his best friend whom he has never met.

Once he figured it out, Karl couldn't stay in the egg-shaped warehouse for a second. When he felt that his body was in better condition, he hadn't regained his strength but his mind was fully awake, and he would "boom, boom, boom" inside. ’ Knocked like a door.

"Is anyone out there?" he whispered. "I feel like I've recovered. Let me out."

After a "click" that was so slight that ordinary humans could never hear it, the egg-shaped warehouse opened outwards, and a black figure was gradually exposed in front of Karl as the door opened.

There was only one person outside the egg-shaped warehouse.

"Come with me," Batman said in his characteristic thick, deep voice, "I have a question for you."

Carl's face was full of horror, and he looked at Batman with wide eyes-the Batman doll in his hand.

"Okay." He tried to make himself look more well-behaved, and he didn't dare to say anything to the Batman who was in his 40s and nearly 50 years old in front of him.

The cold and gloomy aura of the other party made him feel timid and melancholy.

They walked through the bright hall and turned around a long circular corridor, the walls were all clean and uncluttered steel primary color, Carl looked left and right, and staggered behind Batman.

Although he has recovered a lot in the egg-shaped warehouse, the strength in Karl's body is still not enough. He is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person, and he does not have glasses to adjust and restrain him. This feeling of powerlessness makes him quite uncomfortable.

Not to mention that he was only wearing pajamas and barefoot.

You just can't expect Batman to be a little more considerate, can you?Carl thought to himself.

Batman led him forward without saying a word, and finally stopped in front of a door.

He opened the door, looked sideways at Carl, said nothing, but there was a definite order in his movements.

Carl obediently walked in under Batman's gaze.

Behind him, Batman closed the door softly.

"Is this your room?" Carl asked.

He just found something to say, this is definitely Batman's room, look at the screens all over the wall, and the surveillance scenes on the screen: Arkham Mental Hospital, Gotham Bridge, Wayne Building, Crime Lane, Ubiquitous track intersections, some dark corners in the huge sewer kingdom... On the far right screen is a map of Gotham City, and on the far right, four small red dots are flashing, staying in their respective positions .

Carl's eyes stopped on the four little red dots. Batman came over and blocked his sight intentionally or unintentionally. Carl just obediently lowered his head and looked at Batman.

"I have assigned tasks to the other members of the Zhenglian. Superman and Flash have gone to buy food and will not be back for a while." Batman said low and slowly, "Before they come back, I have a few questions for you .”

"Well." Carl said, "You ask."

Batman threw the doll in his hands to Carl, and Carl caught it in a hurry, glanced at Batman, and held it in his arms hesitantly.

"You know who I am," Batman said.

"It's not... well, I know."

"You're young," Batman added, "so I'm young, too."

Carlton, who had vaguely guessed what Batman was going to say, fell silent.

Batman is young enough that a lot hasn't happened yet, and he hasn't watched his children die or be mutilated; but Batman isn't young enough, at least not to go back to the beginning.

He couldn't go back to Crime Lane when he was eight years old, to stop the gunman, to stop the two bullets that took his parents' lives.

"Well..." Carl said vaguely, "Yes."

Batman looked at Carl with his icy gaze, and he seemed to have a lot of questions to ask, but finally gave up.

Perhaps it was because he knew himself too well.

He knew who he was, what he had been like when he was young, he knew that he would take no one's advice, that he was terribly stubborn and determined to go his own way.

He will make many mistakes in the future, but those mistakes are the mistakes that Batman will make-now he will not make the same mistakes, but even if he knew what he did at the time, he would not Will continue without hesitation.

This is a paradox.

He can't give another Batman any experience and warning, because Batman doesn't believe in other people's experience, even if the other person is himself; "Terror" cares about warnings?

Carl looked down at Batman, unconsciously pinching the pointed ears of the Batman doll in his hand.

"Don't you worry," Carl said to him, "he's my friend, and I'll take care of him—if necessary, do you mind if I use some coercion? You know—'Get out of my brother Tan'!"

He imitates Batman's voice, talking about the conversation between Superman and Batman when they first met.

Batman isn't entertained by Carl's imitation in the slightest.

He just stared deeply at Karl, or what Karl represented, those dark but not yet hopeless and painful pasts.

The black visor hid his expression, and his tense jaw made him look tough and unkind, and he was tough and unkind, and more so than he looked.

Carl also looked at Batman, looked at the vigilante who was bruised but had to cheer up, and guessed in his heart what Batman was thinking.

It's actually not difficult.

Are you missing when you were young?I miss the time when he just became Batman. At that time, he returned from traveling around the world with a scarred but extremely firm heart. Although he was proficient in various fighting skills, his clever mind allowed him to design good strategies and upgrade himself. Equipment, at that time he had only the support of his housekeeper, Afu, because he had suffered many injuries and gone through many detours because of his youth and innocence.

Alone, inexperienced, with no help in Gotham, he is about to bring order to the entire evil city on his own.

But it was still so memorable, because being alone also meant that no one would be harmed because of him, that no one would be targeted, threatened, fooled and killed by a bunch of lunatics because of his connection to Batman.

Batman sits like a statue that has been dead for a thousand years, like the dead vines on the statue and the moss at the foot of the statue, who does evil in the name of justice—

No, Batman was never in the name of justice.

He wasn't even sure he was doing the right thing.

"You know, just say what you want to say." Carl sighed, "I can't guess what you want to do, I think you must have remembered something bad, you look very old, uh, Compared with the timeline of my world, it is much older, I guess you must have something to stop, but you don't know how to do it."

"You said you were his friend." Batman's voice was deep.

"I am! I absolutely am." Carl said without hesitation, he paused, and added, "Of course he won't admit it... You know, he's a bat, he doesn't admit that he has Companions and friends."

Carl has "that's who he is" written all over his face, and the Batman of this world doesn't argue back.

"There are a lot of buildings in Gotham that contain a lot of lead, and your X-sight can't see through." Batman said dryly, "So I will give you some time points-just for reference, I think your experience and Our experience was different, too."

He implied that Carl was not surprised that he was in the parallel world at all, and there are many small details that Carl has exposed all the time, what he said to Superman, what he knew about the watchtower, and so on.

But very rarely, Batman didn't say much, probably because time was really short and what he wanted to do was too important.

"I will also give you some key words. Pay attention to the Gotham Daily and find any news related to these words. The structure of Gotham City is very complicated, and the iconic buildings are likely to have changed, so As for the location of the incident, I still can only give you some key words.” Batman paused, “Your family environment is not the same as Superman, the high-tech materials you use to make dolls—I don’t ask why, But you promise me to do what you can."

The scan results obtained by Cyborg were modified by him. Cyborg did not determine whether Carl had absorbed the energy of the yellow sun, but Batman knew the truth.

When he was still in the Batcave, he scanned Carl's body remotely, and guessed the approximate time of the world where Carl was in. At that time, he had already made all the plans, including how he would tell his companion Concealing the news, and how to tell Carl how to do it without revealing redundant information as much as possible.

If it weren't for the fact that the risk of traveling to a parallel world was too great for him, and he couldn't let go of Gotham, Batman would definitely go to another world himself to complete those things he hadn't done.

...to protect those whom he had been unable to protect.

It was too late, too late for his parents, too late for him to do anything, but too early for his sons.

"No problem, sir." Carl agreed quickly.

After he finished speaking, he looked at Batman and asked tentatively: "Then...you see, if I suddenly come over to help, he will definitely be half-dead with anger."

Batman waited impassively for his next words.

"So can you give me some evidence to prove that I did exactly what you asked? I have a way to prove that you are a bat in a parallel world, as long as you give me some evidence." Carl boldly raised his hands in front of Batman Namaste, "Please please, you know how difficult it is for bats to get angry—"

He finally got his wish.