The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Looking around, the equipment in the room already looks quite old.

The sealed space from the ant nest tunnel is surrounded by rough arcs on all sides, only densely packed eggs are placed on the walls and ceiling, each of which is the size of a head, like a unique nursery for insects.

The space is large, but apart from these shriveled insect eggs hanging on the walls, there is nothing else that can provide useful information.

—————It’s just, bug eggs, it’s really disgusting.

Clark thought desperately and peacefully, and cut off a string of densely distributed insect eggs before raising his eyes.

He's a Kryptonian, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart of fear.

From today onwards, the god on earth feels that he will spend his whole life to heal the images stored in his brain at this moment, and will not eat rice, cheese balls and grapes for ten years.

—————like his ptsd on rose perfume.

The last stubbornness of the god on earth is that he doesn't have to cut through these ghostly things whose contents are missing.

As the last pile of "ant eggs" on the ground were cut to pieces by the heat, Clark turned off his thermal vision, and while trying his best to ignore the smell of burning protein in the air, he looked to the side and silently watched him deal with it. Cloud of Worm Egg.

"........."

The latter collided with his eyes and understood.

"I don't recall hearing anything about these 'eggs.'"

Claude answered with a frown. He had retched silently a few times just now, and now he looked very nauseous again, trying not to make a sound in front of Clark.

Clark:!

The desire to vomit is contagious.

Clark moved his throat reflexively, and quickly looked away.

When Claude finally felt a little better, he raised his head and saw the figure in the red cloak standing in the corner of the room, vaguely autistic.

Under the light of the flashlight, Superman's blue eyes seemed to have faded a little because of these bug eggs. Although he was tall, Claude couldn't help but see a little bit of bewildered grievance from his pale face.

—————As if the dog hook was hit from the nose, the god on earth transitioned from an infinitely stretching tree to a small sapling that was blown away after the typhoon hit.

"Sorry." Claude said immediately.

"Ah... I didn't think so." Clark quickly denied, "I was just looking for the exit here."

As soon as the words were spoken, Superman felt that Claude stared at him for a while, as if to judge whether what he said was true or not.

Clark tried to relax his facial expression as much as possible, until Claude looked away suspiciously, stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, came to Superman, and observed the subtle changes on the wall with him.

"Generally speaking, in the nursery of insects," the gentle human male colleague lowered his eyes, and the heterochromatic pupils were very obvious, "the adults will prepare food for their eggs, and sometimes they are even 'slaves'. Their larvae emerge from their eggs to suck the first delicious juice."

Clark's thoughts went blank for a moment.

"........."

In the bottle of nightmares, as a little boy, he was stuffed into the cart that he was hiding from between his palms in horror, and he was stuffed into a bag, but it didn't look like a child's corpse that was about to be destroyed.

From the bottom of his heart, the god on earth felt a biting chill.

Claude was keenly aware of the change in his breath, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Clark was silent for a moment.

"...It's nothing." He paused, and said truthfully, "I just... think, is it possible for them to use humans as..."

Claude also fell silent.

He looked at the handsome and divine face of the man in front of him, at his body full of strength enough to destroy an entire planet, and shook his head very slowly.

"I do not know."

The victims of this lab can only speak softly.

Above the lens, the two different pupils blinked dryly, and their voices were a little hoarse.

"...I really don't know. I'm just one of them chosen."

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———————the kind used to comfort children in ambulances.

Superman thought silently.

After a long time, Clark stretched out his hand and patted Claude on the shoulder comfortingly.

Superman's palm is wide and warm enough to dispel the heavy haze on anyone's heart.

"........."

Cloud stared at him blankly, and he saw Superman give him a sincere smile.

"We will destroy them together." Clark felt the heartbeat of human fear, and said softly, "We will."

Even after analyzing such a terrible thing just now, anger still didn't kill him.

—————— Superman’s blue eyes are still clear and bright, and a flame that cannot be ignored is burning behind them.

At this moment, Claude suddenly began to understand why so many people really love Superman.

—————— From this figure, anyone can see hope.

A kind of hope that when the flame is about to disappear in the wind, suddenly there are hands stretched out to block the wind; a kind of hope that the balloon floats away from the hand and is suddenly pulled back by the tail.

A hope of being trapped, knocked down, pinned down, but just calling a name and being rescued well.

Clark waited until in the air, the heartbeat of human fear gradually slowed down and returned to calm.

"But there is good news."

Claude pondered slowly, looking at the wall that had just burnt countless insect eggs.

"In nature, creatures that lay more eggs have a higher probability of premature death." He whispered.

"...and there are hundreds of thousands of eggs here." Superman stopped looking at the wall, turned his head, and stared at Cloud.

"This place has been completely sealed off. It cannot be a monster used to deal with intruders. What we just removed were their eggs."

Claude affirmed.

"But, what about the things inside the eggs?" He then asked a little confused, "When you cut them, were they still intact?"

"They're absolutely intact," Clark said, "but I don't see any embryos or signs of life in them, just a thin... egg skin."

"...they couldn't produce successful embryos on their own?"

Claude murmured subconsciously.

—————— Unable to produce?

In the blink of an eye, Clark penetrated layers of fog, and instinctively grasped some important information from this sentence.

He still doesn't know much about the laboratory, so he hasn't thought through the connection between this and other clues. He just memorized this information carefully and put it in the reasoning space in his mind.

Thinking of this, Superman raised his head from his contemplation, and suddenly his eyes froze.

On the walls of the nursery, one area looks different from the surrounding walls, with a slight color difference that cannot be discerned by the human eye.

It's as if... it's the last thing to dry there.

"Claude." He subconsciously said, "Look there."

Claude:?

He subconsciously followed the direction Superman was pointing at, and then narrowed his eyes with a distorted face.

The human male colleague tried to distinguish the dark cave with the light of the flashlight, but he couldn't see clearly what Clark wanted him to pay attention to.

Clark: "..."

The god on earth was about to explain, when he suddenly felt the body of the human next to him froze slightly.

After a breath, Claude gradually recovered from [mind reading].

"I guess that's the passage over there." He said firmly.

Clark didn't speak.

The next second, he flew up easily, the red cloak drew a graceful arc in the air, leaned over to the wall of different colors, and then quickly swung his fist.

Like the slow motion in a movie, Claude only had time to take a step back, and saw the wall falling apart—as if a big iron ball from a construction company or a siege hammer hit the wall hard, with There was a loud bang, and a circle of cracks appeared in an instant, and then expanded until the first piece of gravel fell down.

Under superhuman strength, the walls here are as light and easy to tear as flimsy cardboard.

In front of human beings, this is an insurmountable moat that separates the laboratory from the normal world.

If Superman didn't believe his story easily, without Superman's sudden intervention, it would be impossible for Claude to come here alone, those creepy experiments that are so evil, those machines that have no humanity at all, and Those technological products that are no longer flesh and blood human beings will never be exposed to the sun.

The human male colleagues are extremely aware that it will only continue to erode the land under the sun, taking the lives of innocent people one after another, until the darkness becomes irresistible.

"........."

The stone hit the body, causing slight itching and pain, but Claude didn't mean to avoid it, but looked straight at Superman who had no other thoughts.

Behind the lens, a few invisible tears flashed in the pair of blue-green eyes.

It wasn't until Clark seemed to sense something and turned around that Claude naturally turned his gaze away.

"What's wrong?" Clark lowered his head and asked innocently, "Sorry, did the rock hit you again?"

"No."

Claude replied, "Not this time."

"That's good."

Clark believed his rhetoric, after all, Claude behaved too normally.

The god on earth turned his head, looked at the big hole he made with satisfaction, and flew down lightly as if flying up, reaching out to grab the shoulders and collar of the human male colleague.

If the previous grasping method can be explained, this movement of grasping the arms and the back of the neck is very similar to the feces shoveling officer's technique of imprisoning a kitten to prevent it from moving when it is about to give a needle.

Claude: .

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His emotion dissipated, and he couldn't help but raise his head speechlessly, staring at Clark.

Clark was silent for a moment, pretending that he didn't notice the silent accusation of his human male colleague, and directly grabbed Claude and flew into the big hole he had just created abruptly.

"Home, sweet home."

During the flight, Superman heard Cloud's sarcastic whisper.

Whatever insect has just laid its eggs in the nursery, they seal their way in the same way as real insects: seal the door with a material that the larvae can distinguish, which is both strong and easy for the larvae to pass through. Climb out——so behind the big hole, there is a tunnel that has been dug long ago.

Putting Cloud down at the end of the tunnel, Clark noticed that he was absent-minded.

The human male colleague's face was pale, his eyes were out of focus, and he looked uncomfortable, as if he had been face to face with those bug eggs again.

"What's wrong?" Clark asked.

"It feels... a bit familiar." Claude replied softly, "I don't know why, I——"

—————As if being pushed through this tunnel.

He knocked out the second half of the words that appeared inexplicably, frowned, met Superman's concerned gaze, and signaled that he was fine.

Clark nodded suspiciously.

"You have a flashlight."

The god of the world handed the thing with a long battery life to Claude, and he turned on his thermal vision, planning to cut a small circle on the cave wall first, so as to observe the situation there.

Looking at Superman's tense back, Claude understood, turned off the flashlight, and slowed down his breathing as much as possible in the dark.

The cutting time of a circle of thermal vision is quite simple. When the golden-red edge gradually faded, Clark withdrew his thermal vision and began to stare at the "circle" that was frozen in place, worrying about "how to remove it".

"........."

Claude came over silently, tapped the center of the circle, and signaled Clark to heat one of the points into a hollow.

The god on earth finished processing in an instant, and saw the human male colleague bend down to pick out a thin stone stick from the tunnel, pick it into the hollow, and gently pull the "disc" down.

Clark:!

Superman silently kept this little trick in his heart, moved to the hole, and cautiously looked out from there.

There was something pale in front of the hole he was looking at, blocking most of his view, mixed with black, very close.

Pale.

dark green.

Same as seaweed.

After distinguishing what was in front of him, Clark froze in place for an instant, like a stone statue.

——————————————— It was a person who was soaked in an experimental tank close at hand.

Someone tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and Clark almost jumped up.

He turned around and looked at Claude in horror, only to find that the other person's face was the same as his, extremely pale and cold.

"Yes, I've 'read' it all."

As if to confirm his guess, Claude's voice trembled and sounded a little hoarse.

He walked aside silently, while Clark took a deep breath and opened his thermal vision.

This time, he didn't forcefully unseal the cave, but used high temperature to cut through the thick stone slabs bit by bit until they were removed piece by piece, enough for two grown men to pass through.

With Claude, Clark jumped down from the hole in silence, looking around the laboratory.

A terrifying green color filled the room, which was the color of the biological light plus the culture fluid.

As far as Superman could see, each jar contained a person—more precisely, a child of various shapes and ages who had been dead for a long time.

Everything that Claude described before, in this laboratory, brought the gods on earth, the reality of an extremely evil organization.

Standing side by side with Claude, he just felt that this was some kind of nightmare that he couldn't wake up from.

"........."

As if his throat was locked by a silence spell, Clark took a long time before asking softly.

"Are they still alive...?"

Claude looked at the machines that had stopped turning on the lights, and shook his head in silence.

He walked back to the big hole where Superman jumped. Clark was startled by his action and subconsciously followed.

"you want to go---"

It wasn't until he saw Claude's movement that Clark realized that he was not going back, but was checking the little girl who was floating in the glass jar.

She looked rather small-boned, maybe only three or four years old; in front of him, Claude rolled up his sleeves, revealing a bright red brand.

The three numbers "002" were deeply engraved on his arm, but Claude didn't care, just looked around the glass jar, as if confirming something.

After a lap, he put down his sleeves, and his tone didn't know whether it was rejoicing or regretting.

"She's not 001."

"........."

Staring at the seaweed-like black hair, Superman froze suddenly.

The color stabbed him inexplicably, as if he had seen it somewhere.

In this glass jar is one, in the dream train, lying on the bed, one is silent, and——

Accompanied by the name that jumped to his lips, Clark's pupils constricted.

———————and the youngest daughter of the Bruce family who returned inexplicably, Sisley Wayne.