Chaoying Psychotherapist [Zhongyingmei]

"My name is General Zod."

said the blurry, skeletal figure.

"I come from a place far away from you. I crossed the sea of ​​stars and came to the earth."

"For some time your world has sheltered one of my people. Now, I ask you to return it to me."

"For some unknown reason, he has chosen to hide his secret from you. He will look like you, but he will never be one of you. For those who may know his current whereabouts, the fate of this planet depends on in your hands."

"...As for Kal-El, I want to tell you—"

"—surrender within 24 hours, or let the world suffer the consequences for you."*

"'Let the world pay the consequences for you'? Ha, that's funny." Tony said, crossing his arms. "Who does he think he is? Zeus or Odin? When the Avengers don't exist? Jarvis, position His coordinates, call Fury by the way."

"Sir, the technology he uses far exceeds the technological level of the earth, and his coordinates cannot be located at present." Jarvis said.

"Damn it." Tony mumbled, and rushed to the workbench, "Send me that signal wave."

Then he wrapped himself in the light and shadow formed by the virtual screen.

Cynthia looked at him from the side: "You don't care about the hostage he proposed? Karl Eyre?"

"Kal-El doesn't mean anything." Tony didn't look back, "Listen to what this Bode said—he doesn't care about the earth, he invades when he wants to invade, and steals people when he wants to, as if destroying the earth. The earth is in his mind. The existence of this kind of person is a threat in itself, and he should disappear no matter whether he is a hostage or not."

"It's Zod, Stark," Cynthia reminded him.

"Fuck him Zod," ​​Tony said.

All right.thought Cynthia.Don't bother him for a short time.

The screen from the previous video was still displayed on the unused screen. Cynthia looked up at the strange figure of General Zod, and couldn't help thinking: Aliens, hiding their secrets, and looking like humans...how could there be such a thing? Familiar feeling?

[The previous mission object in Kansas, his alien name is Kal-El. ] The system said in her mind.

[...? ? 】Cynthia didn't dare to believe it, 【Is it him?The small town boy? ?He feels completely different from this general! 】

[That's why they are in an antagonistic relationship. 】The system said.

"...Oh...this is too bad..." Cynthia murmured.

"What? What's wrong?" Tony looked up from the side.

Cynthia turned and flew towards the window: "Sorry, I have to go."

"Wait a minute!" Tony jumped up from his chair. "We're not done talking! I need to talk to you about the Raven Rock... and what you did to me the last two times."

"Why do you make me look like a pervert?" Cynthia turned around dissatisfied, "You are nothing more than a patient of mine. Now, I have very important things to do, can't we talk about it next time? "

"So in your mind, a doctor is a profession that you can get started directly regardless of the patient's wishes...blah blah blah!"

Seeing Cynthia turn her head and leave, Tony shouted, "I don't have your contact information, who knows if you will come again? What are you going to do?"

"..." Cynthia took a deep breath and stopped again.

"Listen," she said, "that Kal-El is probably my last patient."

"...what?" Tony opened his eyes.

"He was my last patient! And I know he will definitely stand up on his own." Cynthia went back and forth a little anxiously, "He is a person with a great sense of justice. When I went last time, he Just thinking about letting people know who he really is. He wants to help the world, just like you guys... Then I went into his dream and said to him: 'do what you want' .”

She took a deep breath, looked at Tony, and said in a deep voice, "He will definitely stand up by himself."

Smallville, Kansas at night.

After the lights in the house snapped back to normal, Clark was doing his best to try to comfort his terrified mother.

"It's nothing, Martha." He stroked his mother's shoulder with his broad hand, "I'll take care of it. Do you remember the opportunity I told you about? I think this is an opportunity. And, at least I know now that I have other compatriots, don't I?"

Martha buried her face in her son's shoulder and sobbed, "Oh, Clark...if you—"

"Tuk, tuk, tuk."

Three polite knocks on the door interrupted the conversation between the mother and son.

Martha stopped her crying in an instant. She raised her eyes to look at Clark in panic. The latter frowned and shook her head silently at her, signaling her to stay where she was, while she quietly stood up.

He silently groped towards the door, his tall body was tense, he pressed the doorknob with one hand, and pressed his back against the wall next to the door.

"Who's there?" He said calmly towards the door.

Unexpectedly, a beautiful female voice responded to him.

"Well... this matter is a bit complicated, why don't you just open the door, I think you may still remember me." The female voice said softly.

Clark moved his body in confusion, hesitated for a while, and asked, "Are you from the government?"

"No, of course not." The female voice said with some amusement, "To be honest, I can't even count as...uh, sorry, is your mother next to you?"

"Not here." Clark said vigilantly, "What are you going to do?"

"No, no, no, I don't want to do anything. It's best not to be here, I'm afraid I'll scare her."

"...Scared her?"

"Open the door, and you'll understand everything," said the female voice.

Clark hesitated for a moment, put on a defensive posture calmly, and carefully turned the doorknob.

The door opened.Standing outside the door was a translucent, glowing, ghostly woman with a few pinches of silver dust falling from her body from time to time.

Clark: "..."

Clark lost his voice: "...Dreammaker?!"

Cynthia: "?"

Cynthia: "What elf?"

Clark coughed loudly: "No, no, no elves...I mean, uh, have you...appeared in my...dreams before?"

"Yeah, boy. I'm crossing half of America to help you out of your nightmares, I'm glad you still remember me." Cynthia crossed her arms, "Now, let me in, you don't want your neighbors coming in the next morning Did I tell you that there was a ghost in front of your door last night?"

As she said that, she went straight through the door panel and Clark's body, and entered the country hut.

Clark saw her body submerged into his body, and then pierced out from behind, belatedly: "...Wow."

There was a rustling sound from the kitchen, and Martha carefully poked her head out from behind the wall, saw the translucent Cynthia at a glance, and let out a small exclamation.

Clark hurried to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, Mom, I know her... um... This is the... lady in my dream that I told you before."

Martha looked at Cynthia in surprise: "You mean...the dream-making elf without wings?"

Clark: "..."

Cynthia: "..."

Clark: "...um...yes."

Cynthia narrowed her eyes warningly at him, then turned her head, and extended her palm to Martha gently: "Hello, ma'am. My name is Cynthia."

Martha shook hands with her, looked at her face, and said with some hesitation: "Hello, Cynthia...Sorry, you look a lot like that..."

"'Moon Goddess' Cynthia. Yes, I am her. Her soul, to be precise." Cynthia said with a smile.

"What?!" Clark exclaimed.

"Oh!" Martha's eyes widened. "My God! How did you become like this! ... I mean, I know you're dead, but ... oh my God, I don't even know what to say ... My son liked you the most when he was a child, and he still had your autographed poster, when the news came, he was so sad that he didn't eat for a day."

Cynthia turned to look at Clark, teasingly said, "Oh—really?"

Clark's ears turned red: "Mom—"

Cynthia laughed at him together with Martha, then coughed, and said seriously: "Okay, let's get down to business. I know who you are, and I'm here for this, Kar-El."

Hearing that name, Clark froze for a moment, then frowned and looked at her.

"Don't be nervous." Cynthia said, "I just came from Tony Stark, and I have something to tell you. Because of the accident just now, the Avengers have assembled, and their attitude is not to submit to that Zod , S.H.I.E.L.D. will make a plan to teach him a lesson."

"Wait," Clarke said, eyes widening. "The Avengers? Are you part of the Avengers now? You become a superhero? I mean... after you die?"

"What? No!" Cynthia protested. "I'm never going to be a 'superhero', okay? I just happened to be in the Avengers Building when it happened and thought I had something to say to you. Listen with-"

She took a deep breath.

"You don't need to take care of this matter, and you don't need to worry about it. What Tony means is that whether General Zod raises this condition about you or not, his attitude towards the earth and the aggressiveness he carries are very dangerous Yes, and the Avengers will remove this danger, just as before."

"Zod broadcast this video around the world. In addition to ensuring that you will see it, he has another intention-to incite people's emotions. His words have a clear sense of inducement, the so-called 'You are by no means A member of humanity', 'The fate of this planet is in your hands' is to alleviate the public's sense of guilt towards you, so that they feel that handing over you is not a wrong thing, just like exchanging a cow for a Like a sheep."

"I'm the only one who has touched your heart, and I know exactly what you will choose. You will face accusations, but... don't stand up, even if you are begged; don't expose yourself, even if someone blackmails you. You didn't Combat experience and skills, your appearance will only interrupt the original plan of the Avengers. Stay at home, accompany your mother Martha, and leave the problem of invading the earth to professionals. This is what you have to do everything."

There was silence in the small house.

Clark's strange blue eyes, silently gazing at Cynthia, glistened in the light.After a while, he smiled sheepishly, and said with some distress: "But... I don't want to trouble the Avengers to solve this matter."

"Kal-El—"

"But, Cynthia... uh, can I call you that?" Clark stammered, "I mean... um... General Zod, he's the only living member of my clan I know, I think... ...I'm going to see him anyway."

"You can go to see his body after he's dead, and the autopsy doesn't matter." Cynthia said nonchalantly.

Clark touched the tip of his nose: "This is different. I want to communicate with him. I want to find out why he came to me. I...I have a lot of questions I want to ask him."

He lowered his eyelashes, and said softly: "And... I know how powerful our people are compared to human beings."

"Since I was a child, I have been adapting to my own peculiarities. I have been a freak since I was a child. I can easily pinch a person's cervical spine, penetrate you with heat vision, and fly faster than The bullets are still fast, you can lift planes and ships, you can exhale the breath of frost... If I can do these things, then General Zod can also, and even, he will be several times stronger than me."

He looked at her with burning eyes, full of determination and fearlessness.

"This happened to me, and I am responsible for it. I don't want anyone hurt, especially good people, which is why I don't want to bother the Avengers. True, I have no combat experience, but you and I said, 'Everything has a beginning,' and I thought it was a good beginning."

Cynthia stared blankly at his blue eyes, frowned and said, "But..."

"You know, I've always wanted to help," Clarke said sincerely. "You said 'do what you want', and I felt right, but I needed an opportunity. This was a good one. "

"And—" he smiled proudly, and the little curly hair on his forehead curled up vigorously, "Don't worry, even bullets can't make my skin red, I'm super resistant to beating."