[Zhongyingmei] Did Dachao confess today?

The fire broadcasted on TV went out, and the reporters on the scene were emotional, looking like another Superman fan girl.

Also, who doesn't love Superman?

Like other children, Joshua sat upright in front of the TV and looked at Superman's handsome profile. Accompanied by the cheers of the crowd, Superman left without a trace.

Joshua felt a little lost, and couldn't help pinching the corner of his snow-white clothes with the hand on his lap, but his eyes still moved with the gradually fading Superman on the TV.He watched the stalwart figure gradually shrink until it became a black spot in the sky.First release..@@@..

Joshua stood up suddenly with a surprised expression, which attracted the attention of the people around him.

"Doctor?" The boy's parents saw something wrong with Joshua when they walked in. They asked nervously with doubts and puzzled eyes.

"Is there any problem with my child?"

Joshua looked away and shook his head at his parents.

"No, it's okay, I read it wrong just now."

Joshua briefly told the two parents about the boy's situation, and after explaining the matter, he walked out of the small cubicle.

He was very quiet along the way. He took the medical records in his hand and went to visit the children in the ward one by one until he finished what he was doing. When he was sitting in the restaurant of the hospital during his lunch break, Joshua couldn't help but think of the children from the morning. The picture seen on TV.

He felt that he was wrong, but he didn't seem to be wrong.

On TV, Superman riding the wind seems to have fallen from the sky, but the distance at that time was already too far, Superman’s figure was smaller than a sesame seed, no one would pay attention to this detail, and no one would believe that Superman would come from Fall in the air.

After taking a mouthful of the sandwich in his hand, Joshua finally let it go with a frown.

"I hope I'm wrong."

Joshua murmured to himself with the milk glass in both hands, his eyelids trembling slightly.

The midday sun was hanging in the sky, spreading its brilliance unreservedly to the surroundings. The golden sunlight passed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and gently sprinkled on Joshua who was sitting by the window having lunch. Plated with a layer of gold, shining a gentle halo.

When Clark woke up, he was lying in the lounge of the watchtower.

His head hurts, as if a drilling machine is continuously drilling into his temple, and it is as if someone is pinching his brain and is constantly stirring and tearing.

This feels so strange. For 30 years, as the unique superman and the patron saint of the metropolis, Clark has never felt such pain. Everyone says he has a body that is harder than steel, even he himself thinks the same. .But now, his head hurts like someone hit him with a hammer and then he was run over and over by the wheels of the cart.

Blurred pictures kept flashing in his mind, but it was as if separated by a layer of foggy glass. Clark wanted to see clearly, but he couldn't do anything. This made him, who had always been confident, suddenly feel a little frustrated and sad .

"no no!"

Clark yelled in pain, the Superman whose body was filled with the Kansas sunshine seemed to be plunged into endless darkness at this moment, the furrowed eyebrows and forehead were gradually soaked with sweat.

"Superman—!"

The hoarse voice was cold and alienated, like an iceberg that never melted in Antarctica. The voice rang once, maybe it was not enough, and the voice rang again, and the cold hand wrapped in iron armor grabbed Clark's wrist fiercely.

This is really a helpless move. Superman, who is so powerful and can easily lift a tall building, holds the hard edge of the steel bed tightly with one hand, and the edge of the bed is crushed by him like tofu. Clark lifts it up in a daze. At first, it seemed like a big dream.

A dazzling halo flickered in front of Clark's eyes, and the hazy vision gradually became clear, and Clark finally saw who was in front of him.

There are pointed ears on the ferocious mask, a gray bat pattern is painted on the deep black breastplate, and the long cloak behind him is dragging on the ground. Shadows in the dark.

Clark blinked. The cold white light of the watchtower made his eyes hurt a little. He reached out and wiped the water marks from the corners of his eyes.He didn't know if it was sweat or tears, but it didn't seem to matter now.

"Superman."

Batman in the shadows called Superman's name again, he stared at Superman sitting on the edge of the bed, his pale face was reflected in his steel blue eyes.

"What happened."

"There is no kryptonite buried by the enemy where you fell."

Clark actually didn't know. In fact, he also wanted to know what happened to him, but his mind was filled with many things that seemed to be squeezing his head, and those memories were as unreal as if they were separated by a layer of frosted glass.It is clearly close at hand and within reach, but it seems difficult to peek across the mountains and seas.

"Batman, my friend." Clark breathed a little fast, his blue eyes like the deep sea were covered with a shadow, he sat there, but loneliness seemed to overwhelm him.

"I don't know either. My head seems to be stuffed with a bunch of things that don't belong to me."

Clark's always straight back arched slightly at this moment, he was at a loss and flustered, for some reason, Clark felt a dull pain in his heart.

He reached out and touched his still beating heart.It was so healthy, so vibrant, but Clark felt it was empty.

"I can't see clearly, I can't see those memories clearly."

The god of the world lowered his head again, not to look at the people he saved from the fire and water, but because of the uncontrollable sadness in his heart.

With dull footsteps approaching the God on Earth who was sitting on the edge of the bed, Batman—perhaps it would be more appropriate to call him Bruce—stood beside Clark.

"Superman." Bruce put his hand on Clark's shoulder, "Calm down, if you can't remember it, don't think about it for now."

His tone is restrained and even called alienation, but those who know him know that this is Batman's unique way of expressing.

He is not born indifferent, but he is used to arming himself with indifference.

Clark smiled bitterly: "I hope so."

There were only Clark and Bruce in the empty base. He looked around and subconsciously asked, "Wonder Woman and Flash?"

Bruce put down his hand and walked towards the location covered with monitors. The black cloak was hanging down behind him, and the shadows under the lights were like bats in the night sky.

"There was an accident in Central City, and Wonder Woman and Flash went to solve it. Green Arrow was in Star City, and Hal was in a meeting in the universe."

Clark nodded belatedly, the residual tingling pain in his brain made him hiss uncontrollably.

Bruce looks back at him.

Bruce: "I've checked where you fell, and there's nothing there, just a wasteland."

Clark nodded silently.

With complicated eyes, Bruce continued, "Perhaps, something happened that we didn't expect."

Clark was stunned, and slowly lowered his head.

Silence gradually spread in this huge base. The two founders of the Justice League stood side by side in front of the monitor and watched everything that was calm on the screen at this time. Their hearts were a little heavy, and they were worried about unknown things happening.

Even though they have joined forces to save the world several times, they still remain vigilant and in awe of the unknown.

"The Flash 04, Wonder Woman 03."

The heavy door was slowly opened to welcome the indispensable soul in the Justice League.

"Welcome to the watchtower, I hope you are all safe."

The mechanical female voice has a perfect accent, with an imperceptible tenderness.

"Hey! Superman!"

The young Flash shouted the name of the God/God on Earth, even though there was still a distance of tens of meters, but for Flash, he could easily pass by with a slight movement of his body, his youthful face was full of joy, The Flash put his hands on his hips, looking smug.

"God, you probably won't believe what I did today!"

He's smug, like a kid hoping for a compliment, and he's actually pretty young compared to most of the Justice League.

"Quiet, Flash."

Diana and Bruce behind them spoke in unison.

The beautiful and solemn goddess walked slowly to the three of them. She was the oldest woman among the four present, but the demigod blood endowed her with a god-given beauty and a youthful face. Delicate and gentle character, but also has the unyielding and bloody spirit of a warrior.In front of her, even the most beautiful flowers in the world will probably be eclipsed.

Barry himself didn't know why he was always restrained in front of Diana, like a child being scolded by a teacher, but compared with the gentle goddess, it was obvious that the gloomy big bat would scare him more.

"Okay okay."

He nodded desperately, shut his mouth obediently, and even stood up with his feet that couldn't stop.

But even though he closed his mouth and stopped in his tracks, Barry's eyes gleamed under the light. He opened his eyes and looked at Clark and Bruce, his face full of praise.

The joyful vitality of The Flash made Clark laugh a little, and Bruce, who was always serious, softened his eyes.

"I saw."

Bruce said, "You're doing great, Flash."

Barry's eyes lit up, he was shaking with excitement, but he restrained himself and made a celebratory gesture to himself.If Barry had a tail, it would probably turn into a flower after Batman gave him a gentle compliment.

Clark also laughed, but before laughing for a long time, Clark's head started to hurt again. He couldn't restrain himself from falling forward, and his knees hit the ground heavily. Small pits, spider web-like cracks spread around for a certain distance before barely stopping.

Beans of sweat flowed from Clark's forehead, and the sweat flowed into his eyes, making his eyes hurt.

Clark held Barry's arm as he ran to help him, his deep blue eyes fixed on his face.

"It's...it's you, Flash..."

Before he finished speaking, Clark passed out again.

Barry showed a panicked expression, and quickly stepped forward to support the crumbling Clark.

"Batman...!" Flash called Batman's name anxiously, what happened to Superman? "

Bruce's face was heavy, and he also pulled Clark's arm forward, and together with Flash, he lifted the semi-conscious Superman to the empty bed beside him.

Diana, who had been smiling all the time, also changed her expression.

"What happened."

But it's a pity that this time they trusted Batman, known as the brain of the Justice League, who knew nothing about it.

Bruce shook his head, "I don't know."

This is too bad.

As one of the pillars of the Justice League, as long as Superman exists, all crimes will be vulnerable to a paper tiger in his eyes, but if Clark as Superman falls, there will be countless crimes waiting in the dark It turns out that Metropolis has become accustomed to the red cloak that flickers in the sky. If he loses him, Metropolis may not be able to calm down at that time.

Clark lying on the bed trembled his lips, and his clothes were soaked in cold sweat. Even in a coma, he could not rest peacefully.There was a frown between his brows, and Clark bit the corner of his mouth tightly, and a few vague words flowed out from it.

Bruce sensitively sensed what Clark was about to say, he stepped forward quickly and listened, but only heard a vague name.

Diana: "What is it?"

The anxious Flash circled around Clark's bed, bringing a golden electric current all over his body.

Bruce straightened up, the mask hiding his expression, a little emotion dripping from his tight lips.

"He's calling a name."

"what?"

Batman said in a low voice, "That name is Joshua."

The Flash's expression suddenly changed.