The end game [Zhongyingmei]

What would Superman see inside?

Sisley sat down slowly, and a small table appeared out of nowhere in front of her. It was the coffee table she had used to entertain Clark before.

Taking a sip of the "tea" in the dream, she thought curiously while looking at the god on earth that had solidified into a statue over there.

Although all the furniture and facilities in the home are purchased from the system with gold coins, those so-called "nightmare" bottles are just things created out of thin air with virtual energy.

She did not participate in the production, but was willing to communicate with the system; the tall man stood in silence for a while, and when he lowered his head again, a bottle appeared in his hand out of thin air.

There was a terrible gray rolling inside.

Sisley didn't know why Ken, who had always been the most well-behaved, would make such a thing, but if Ken didn't tell, Sisley wouldn't ask.

As she took the bottle, Sisley could see through the pores of Ken's mask his blue-gray eyes, blank in thought, like the icy moon and the fog that had engulfed the Governor of Jerusalem more than a thousand years ago.

And she is so fascinated by this beam of moonlight.

—————Go copy it.

The residual warmth of his palm remained on the bottle, and Ken's calm consciousness was transmitted along the skin.

Difficult to express her love, Sisley stood on her tiptoes and cherished two mouthfuls of "bobo" on the other mask of her own.

There was blood on her moist lips, so Ken gently raised his hand and rubbed it on her lips.

"Thank you."

Sisley said subconsciously.

Ken's consciousness turned into a string of broken bubbles, and he seemed to reply "You're welcome" indifferently.

The palm of the man who can hold the crushed iron is now gently pinching the girl's jaw, as if a butterfly stopped in the center of the jagged trap. This is a picture that can make Batman's heart stop, but the two parties are not aware of it. .

————— Sisley "looked" at her face from Ken's perspective, and felt that there was nothing wrong, so she let go.

"…………"

Slightly withdrawing from the memories, the smile on Sisley's face stopped slightly, and then dimmed.

She lowered her head, forked a bar of raw chocolate from the plate, and popped it into her mouth.

It vanished in a moment, just like Sisley's good mood at the moment.

——————— I hope Superman can finish those nightmares soon.

Sisley thought.

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Contrary to the appearance, the Kryptonian's heart is far from being as peaceful as it seems.

He is awake——————The magic tool constructed by the microscope is not an immersive design, Clark is just observing the tumbling nightmare at close range, and the perspective is almost like a third-person horror game.

"Do you want to gain control of the dream?"

The girl's voice seemed to be hidden in the mist, and Clark had to concentrate fully to hear the blurred end.

"…………sorry to bother you."

He stared intently at the cloud of gray fog, trying his best to control the fluctuations in his heart.

In the dim shadows, a little boy sat on the bed with his knees bent.

The mattress was dilapidated, the lower right corner was sunken into the floor where a hole had been smashed, and a pair of gleaming yellow eyes were squatting there, staring creepily at the bed.

As a bystander of the nightmare, Clark quietly cut the angle of view and adjusted it farther away, and found that the dark mass there was actually a mutated mouse.

It waits for the movement of man, like a hunter waiting at the mouth of a cave to catch his own food.

The contrast of this role reversal made Clark purse his lips. He kept the little boy in a standby state, while he turned his perspective further away and quickly browsed through the furnishings in the room.

This place is very similar to a nursery school in the last century. The layout from the facilities to the beds is crowded and cramped. The children's bunk beds are piled up in a mess, and the distance between them can't even allow them to stand up straight. There was only one lamp in the room, and the light bulb was dim, like a poked blind eyeball.

But it doesn't matter whether you can straighten up or not.

The room is empty now, the mattress reflects the dim light, and the little boy and the lifeless little body on the other bed are the only people still in the room.

"........."

Clark estimated the distance and felt that the little boy could almost climb onto another bed on the uneven mattress to see if there was anything wrong on the other side. At this moment, the ground suddenly vibrated, and the shaking became more and more intense.

From the bottom up, the whole nightmare is trembling with the "something" to come.

The little boy sitting on his knees was just about to "stand up" under Clark's control, but now he has sat back again, and even hid deeper into the shadows, almost merging with the dirty wall behind him.

But Clark's super hearing, amidst the horrific uproar, heard something else.

—————The sound of heavy and dragging footsteps is getting closer and closer.

When the shock reached its peak, the doorknob was grabbed, and a tall and strong "person" pushed the door in. The sound of footsteps rumbled, scaring the mouse that was squatting at the foot of the bed to flee in fright.

The desperate heartbeat of the little boy resounded violently in this quiet room.

Vision is obstructed, and Clark can only use his super hearing to size up the terrifying creature.

Compared with the little boy, it is as tall as a giant; its breathing is rough and rapid, and there is the sound of iron chains clinking between actions, as if in ancient stories and legends, the one who tied a thousand ships of the underworld to his waist messenger of hell.

At this moment, the monster walked to the center of the room and patrolled around.

It looked for it very carefully, and even bent down to check if there was anything under the bed. After confirming that it was correct, a sharp whistling sound hit Clark's ear hard, making him frown.

... This monster can still bark.

Next, the scene that made Clark feel cold all over, and his liver and gallbladder split, appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

When the monster was walking back, it passed by another child's bed. It stretched out a pair of iron arms, easily grabbed the lifeless little body into its palms, pushed the door and left.

Clark:! !

Almost subconsciously, Superman immediately manipulated the little boy who hadn't fully recovered to jump up, chasing the monster frantically.

The little boy's heartbeat was as clear as a drum beating in his ears, but the monster's single step could cover one-third of the length of the room, almost when the little boy just started running, the monster had already arrived at the door, "Kang Dang" The door was closed with a bang.

This shock made the room dusty, and everything was on the verge of falling; the keyhole turned twice, and there were two consecutive soft "clicks" from inside, obviously it had been locked.

—————The terrible vibration gradually faded away.

"Are you ok?"

In the mist, the voice of the dream witch Qinglingling drifted into Clark's ears in reality, "You don't look well, do you need to rest?"

"...I'm fine." Superman replied through gritted teeth, "I just..."

The dream witch was very considerate and stopped asking, giving Clark the possibility to concentrate on thinking again.

——————What should I do next?

—————Did the monster just choose between him and that child?

The other child was too weak, and this weakness gave Clark a rather bad feeling; even if he lived in a big city, he hadn't seen the real darkness in the sun.

A mouse's cry interrupted his thoughts.

Yellow Eyes, who had just been scared away, seemed to be aware of the giant's departure, and the room had returned to silence, and it was preparing to make a comeback.

"How many times can I watch this dream?"

Clark asked suddenly.

He didn't know that his voice was strangely loud, Sisley looked up at him from the tea break, and replied.

"You can watch it countless times, but you can only manipulate it once."

————— Then a little virtual energy can’t last that long, after one time, the power contained in the “Nightmare Bottle” will fall apart, and the identity of the fake will be restored.

But it's clear that Superman's understanding of the past is completely in the wrong direction because of this statement.

Sisley:?

The face of the god on earth was still calm, watching the changes in the lens intently, but the hand holding the dream microscope was clenched into a fist, his veins were bulging, and he forbearance was terrifying.

Sisley: *Ultimate invincible geoduck spiral guilt*

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------once.

Clark thought.

—————You can watch it countless times.

The dream witch didn't say much, but he could deduce an extremely cruel truth from it.

Before the rat under the bed made another rustling movement, Clark controlled the little boy to stand up and jump towards the bed not far away. Before the big rat came up to bite him, the little boy had already come all the way to the dormitory In front of the bunk bed, I started to climb on the edge.

Soon, he climbed to the highest bed and lay on his side.

There was a stick figure crudely pasted there, but there was a faint light behind it.

Ordinary people can't tell the difference between this point and the wall at all, but Clark has captured the vitality behind this gleam of light.

Without hesitation, he manipulated the little boy and tore the painting apart three times to reveal what was behind it.

—————A hole.

The little boy lowered himself automatically, and Clark manipulated him into it, crawling through the rough hole with difficulty.

Finally, the light appeared in front of Clark.

Never had Clark loved the bright lights overhead so much.

Even though he knew that his judgment was correct, he still breathed a sigh of relief, and manipulated the little boy to probe his head at the entrance of the cave, listening to the movement in the new room.

It's so quiet here, it sounds like no one is there.

So the little boy jumped down lightly, first fell on the top of the bookshelf, then climbed from the spine to the desk, and finally landed on the carpet in the room without any injuries.

As soon as he landed, the door of the room was pushed open without a sound. From Clark's perspective, it was a pair of blue-gray, dry and thin feet, floating in mid-air.

Superman was so frightened that his hairs stood on end, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was more acceptable to face kryptonite in the real world, or to be frightened by this ghost-like thing here.

The little boy was controlled by him, and he had already hid in the shadow under the table at that moment. He curled up into a ball and merged with the carved table legs.

The violent, desperate heartbeat sounded again, and Clark tried his best to zoom out. When the little boy's tears welled up in his eyes again, drowning everything in front of him, he also saw an impossible scene.

The reason why this "human figure", which is slightly bigger than the little boy, can float in the air is because someone installed a circular conveyor belt on the ceiling of the room like hanging pigs and baking barbecue.

Both shoulders are pierced by a U-shaped spike and fixed on the back clip, but the "humanoid" can move freely, apparently already used to everything that happened to her.

She "turned" around the room a little stiffly, finally took a book from the bookshelf, and "turned" it out quietly.

It's like a machine specially designed for people to pick up books.

"…………"

This scene was completely beyond Clark's tolerance. His anger value began to increase slowly, but he still waited for a while until it was confirmed that the human figure had left before manipulating the little boy to poke his head out from under the table.

————Compared with the previous nursery, this room seems to have come from the world of children to the kingdom of adults.

The dark green candle swayed slightly in the wind lamp, and the cold white flame illuminated the shadows in the room like ghosts, and also illuminated the blood on the bookshelf and the deep scratches on the floor.

Clark manipulated the little boy to pull the book on the shelf, but even if he opened it, from the perspective of the little boy, Superman couldn't read the words on it at all.

—————The little boy is too young, he doesn't know a word.

Since the "doll" did not lock the door when he left, Clark directly manipulated the little boy to pull a footstool here, climb up, tiptoe to the door handle, and then rely on his own gravity to reopen the door.

The sound of the wind filled his ears, the little boy let go of his hand, and the door was blown by the wind, and it closed again in a few seconds.

They came to a cold corridor.

This place is extremely empty, if found, it will be a dead end.In the darkness, Clark had no choice but to control the little boy to run desperately down the corridor, following the traces of something being dragged along the way.

Along the way, the doors to all the rooms were shut, but even if they were open, Clark could not have let the boy in: in the light from behind one of the doors, Clark saw the reflection of a floating foot .

He could only control the little boy to run to the end of the corridor, climb onto the coffee table there, lift the heavy "window frame" upwards, and get out through the gap.

After getting out, the little boy glanced behind him.

——————Where is the heavy "window frame", but a detachable drain.

"underground."

Clark whispered.

The dream witch came over and asked "what?" Clark repeated it, engraving the message in his heart at the same time.

The rain poured down, drenching the little boy instantly. He didn't care about it, and ran barefoot in the mud on a rainy night.

The light of the street lamp also fell on him lightly, but this light did not seem warm, but instead made Clark's heart fall into the abyss.

Looking around, there were street lights everywhere, and the little boy had no room to hide. The place was flattened into a huge gray square, and there was nothing but scattered carts.

Clark was still thinking about countermeasures, but the ground trembled familiarly.

Before the little boy trembled with fear, he had no choice but to control the little boy to jump up, hang himself on the cart closest to him, and hide in the shadow between the "goods".

The voices of conversation also range from far to near.

"It's really cold, the snow has melted."

There was an eerie hum in the monster's voice.

"Stop talking nonsense, madam wants this shipment to arrive at the 'stern compartment' at nine o'clock."

Another monster said coldly, its voice had a weird hissing sound, as if a viper was spitting out a message, and the sense of deterrence was obviously stronger.

The previous monster stopped talking and looked embarrassing.Its heavy footsteps approached Clark, and the ground trembled. The small cart where the little boy was sitting moved immediately, and was thrown by the inertia. Friction sound.

"what sound?"

The monster with a voice like a viper asked immediately.

"Cargo, collide together."

The giggling of the monster pushing the cart, mixed with the humming of insect wings, was enough to make anyone who heard it tickle manically.

Clark's hearing was sharp and he suffered from it even more, but he was stunned and had not fully recovered from the new blow.

Although the little boy couldn't understand the words of these monsters, with the forms and changes of different syllables, it was enough for Clark to recognize a familiar voice.

Like some kind of weird accent, but if you ignore the horrible noises and hisses, these monsters are talking in English.

——————There is no doubt that they are human beings.

"Stop the car and let me check."

The viper monster was obviously much higher level, the cart stopped as promised, and the sound of heavy footsteps approached again.

Clark shook his camera and looked around. These "goods" were oval in shape, each wrapped in layers of plastic, bundled up rather roughly, and about the size of a little boy.

"........."

Even if he didn't want to speculate in the worst direction, after comparing the sizes, Superman came to a conclusion that broke his heart.

Inside every plastic package, there seemed to be a little boy like a little boy.

When the sallow five fingers of the viper monster reached into the small cart and groped around, Clark manipulated the little boy to stand up, and calmly jumped across the gap between the viper monster's fingers, from the front of the cart to the rear.

The viper monster's hand immediately reached the ceiling of the trolley, and groped over it meticulously.

—————— Clark manipulated the little boy to get down and crawl across the dangerous distance without a sound.

As a Kryptonian, Clark almost never had such an experience.The violent heartbeat of the little boy came to his ears, and in a trance, Clark felt that his own heartbeat was gradually synchronizing with the little boy.

He stared closely at the Viper monster's hand, waiting for his final move.

The five sallow fingers are now groping along the right side of the cart, the back of the hand is arched like a deformed spider, Clark stares at the only space between his fingers, and calculates the angle of take-off and landing in his brain in an instant , taking advantage of the moment when the viper monster was about to touch the little boy, he manipulated him to stand up, and hit him like a cannonball!

The moment he landed, Clark manipulated the little boy to immediately jump up, roll into the "cargo" pile, and lay flat to cover himself completely.

In the next second, the viper monster didn't say a word, and grabbed the cargo in the direction he was just now with its backhand, directly grabbed the cargo above the little boy, and ruthlessly pulled it out.

"impossible."

He seemed to glance at it, and hissed twice coldly, obviously unwilling to give up, and wanted to reach in again.

The rain suddenly intensified, and a dull bell came from the darkness, hitting eight times.

"It's too late, it's too late!" The buzzing monster stomped its feet nervously, and the shock wave spread to the little boy's side, shaking the whole picture upside down, "Ma'am, over there, we, burn!"

"Idiot, shut up!"

The viper monster was infected by this anxiety, and obviously became angry. His voice was high-pitched and cold, hissing like the poison of hell spraying out, "Push the cart! Hurry up! Push your cart!"

The two monsters started running wildly in the rainy night.

The sound of rain falling on the body, the sound of footsteps on the square floor tiles, and the creaking sound of the pulleys of the small cart mixed together to form a cold and sticky symphony.

Losing Clark's control, the little boy put his arms around his knees and returned to standby, hidden among the same kind of body bags, like a small, cold stone.

Even though he hadn't been tortured by the noise for many years, Clark still didn't want to turn off his super hearing. He gritted his teeth and insisted on capturing every sound in the rainy night, every word leaked by the monsters.

"leaf."

The first monster opened its mouth and buzzed together while running, "These, elm leaves, damn..."

"Idiot, concentrate on pushing the cart."

The viper monster cursed coldly, and said, "Of course there are elm trees everywhere in Elm Castle, Madam is already solving the problem, bear with it."

When he heard the word "Fort Elm", Clark couldn't help but fell backwards, staggering away from the dream microscope.

The dream witch not far away was startled by his action, and called him twice, "Ai ai", rushed over like a whirlwind, supported his weight with one hand, and quickly moved the nightmare bottle out of the platform with the other hand.

"I found it."

The handsome god on earth collapsed on her shoulders, his eyes shattered, his eyelashes trembling, like a restless butterfly.

"What did you say?"

His voice trembled too much. Sisley was busy rescuing the nightmare bottle, so she couldn't hear it clearly for a while, so she couldn't help but approached his pale lips and asked with a frown.

The warm fragrance from the girl's body rushed to Clark's nose, bringing him back to the world from hell.

He blinked slowly, and repeated, "...I found it."

————As far as Clark knew, there was only one place called Fort Elm.

That's where he's going on a business trip as Clark Kent, Connecticut, New Haven.