The end game [Zhongyingmei]

The cables of the machine twist and turn, and a large part leads to the end of the corridor, a laboratory a little farther away.

Before Clark smashed the door with his fist, the human colleague who was held in his hand silently spread his hands and took out a pass from his arms.

Clark: "?"

The god on earth lowered his head and looked at Claude in bewilderment. The latter stretched out his hand and pointed behind him.

"In the previous laboratory," Claude said angrily and amusedly, facing Superman's eager gaze, "in the desk drawer, there are two passports, one for level one and one for level three."

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He put Claude down, and the latter walked to the door of the laboratory, looked down at the gray instrument mounted on the wall, and pasted the card on the scanning place.

———————— With a sound of "beep", the door lock slammed lightly and bounced inward.

"The scan was successful," a cold electronic female voice suddenly appeared in this space, "The first-level pass has been used. Welcome back, doctor."

Clark: "..."

After the electronic female voice appeared once, there was no further movement. He put down the human male colleague in his hand and moved himself away from him.

"Sorry." Clark took a guilty breath and said sincerely.

"It's ok."

Claude's voice was a little helpless. He straightened the collar that had been pulled out of the folds, then raised his head and looked at the god of the world with a smile on his face, "Thank you for protecting me, Clark."

—————Looking at the smiling face of his human male colleague and the crumpled neck of his shirt no matter how he stroked it, Clark felt a little more guilty.

The god of the world responded indiscriminately, and then stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the laboratory.

Clark: "..."

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If it was all about surprise and anger at the contents of the laboratory before, then the contents of this laboratory made Clark truly confused.

The whole laboratory still looks like it is being maintained. The carpet is soft and gorgeous, the surrounding lights are dim, and the large and small sand tables are placed under the bright spotlight in the middle, shining under the glass cover.

At first glance, this place looks like a miniature landscape exhibition hall, which has nothing to do with the cold and bloody tone of the underground laboratory.

—————Clark is sensitive to all five senses, and can smell the looming, sweet scent of orange blossom in the air.

When Claude showed a vigilant look at the same time, the god on earth looked up and scanned the structure of the entire laboratory, and after confirming that there were no cameras or monitors in it, Clark levitated up and motioned for the human male colleague to grab his arm. Only then did he look directly below the sand tables.

——————He was observing intently when Claude suddenly tapped his arm and silently handed out a coin in his pocket.

The coin was warm, carrying the body temperature of a human being. Clark understood, and heated up its appearance with heat vision until it reached the temperature of a normal human, before throwing the coin down.

With a soft "chick", the coin was burnt to a handful of ashes by the laser before it even landed on the gorgeous dark red carpet.

"........."

Clark had a premonition of this, but he heard the human male colleague instinctively stagnate, and his heart beat rapidly.

"It's a temperature-sensing laser." Clark reacted quickly and analyzed immediately, "This is only the case when the temperature detector senses an abnormal temperature."

"But there's nothing here...I haven't seen any equipment that the owner of the room needs to paste a certificate on."

Claude's heartbeat gradually stabilized, and he whispered back.

Clark couldn't help being silent for a while.

He paused, before proceeding cautiously.

"Claude, have you ever thought that maybe the temperature of the owner of the room is different from yours?"

——————Clark has seen many places, and strange things have naturally appeared in front of him one by one.

Whether human or non-human, there are creatures with abnormal body temperature.

"........."

The human male colleague suddenly raised his head.

Where the light can't shine, his blue eye is like the cold polar night, and the other eye is full of deep emotions, like the sea engulfed by green algae.

"I still have a pen." Claude smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes. "Let's see what components are in Sweet Home."

As Clark attached a layer of ice to the metal exterior, Claude opened his palm and let the pen fall freely from between his fingers and onto the dark red carpet.

The ice shattered to the ground with a low, muffled sound.

However nothing happened.

———————In the biting cold temperature near zero, the pen was intact, shining brilliantly under the spotlight, lying quietly on the carpet.

At the same moment, the god on earth heard the sound of Claude gritting his teeth.

Looking at the pen on the ground, Clark also felt a little complicated. He was about to comfort Claude. The latter had already adjusted his mood, and forced a smile along with him.

"It's time to have a monster-like body temperature," Claude looked helpless, "It's really good to experience the freezing process in the tunnel again."

"........."

As a Kryptonian who is basically invincible except for kryptonite and magic test, Clark patted him on the shoulder sympathetically.

The god on earth slowly activated his biological position, and the air fell from warm like spring to cool for a while. After Claude got used to it for a while, he continued to descend.

The human male colleague waited quietly, except for a little trembling, he didn't even make a sound.

Soon, frost appeared on his hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes again, and there was even a thin layer of ice on his coat.

"I feel... my blood... is going to freeze."

Claude struggled.

Clark was a little worried about him, and was stopped by a human male colleague with a wave of his hand.

Keeping the biological position with the temperature lowered all the time, Clark landed lightly and landed on the dark red soft carpet, and only then did he catch Claude inch by inch.

——————The human male colleague with tall legs and long legs was easily lifted in the air with one hand, with a calm expression.

Clark: ………

The god on earth was originally very focused, but because he used this action as a reference to the previous posture of rescuing the "cat trapped in a high place" in the metropolis, at this time his thoughts could not help but drift away in a strange direction.

His expression twisted for a second, and he suppressed the inappropriate smile with difficulty.

"You can laugh if you want, Clark." The human male colleague said abruptly, "My eyesight is 5.0, and the distance between you and me is only sixteen inches."

"Sorry." Clark said sincerely.

After breaking through the dangerous distance of the laser, he put Claude down, and the latter nodded, accepting the apology.

"Have you ever seen this place?"

After a moment of silence, Clark couldn't help asking in a low voice.

"After the eyeball was removed, I couldn't see for a while."

Claude stopped in front of one of the glass covers, lowered his head, and said calmly, "Maybe I have been here during that time, who knows."

Clark didn't ask any more questions, imitating the appearance of his human male colleagues, starting from a medium-sized sand table at the very edge.

It was a lifelike building sandbox in miniature proportions. The apartment buildings and green trees looked quite neat, and there was a taxi parked beside the asphalt road, and a model of a girl who was about to get into the taxi.

"........."

Clark's eyes were fixed, he picked up the taxi together with the girl, and looked into the taxi.

———————— The car audio and perfume bottle that the driver will have are all restored on the small plastic model without any omission.

If it appeared in the middle of the lobby of the intermediary, Clark would even think it was a miniature model dedicated to sales.

But when this thing appeared in this laboratory, the originally delicate models also looked weird.

——————In this unpopular underground experimental field, why did they appear here?

———————The owner of the room, why does he have these sand tables?

——————Why do they look so lifelike?

The possible answers behind these questions make the god of the world shiver.

"Claude..."

He was about to turn his head to ask, when he suddenly noticed that the human male colleague bent down and took out one of the models from the glass cover.

"Clark, look at this."

Claude had faint sympathy in his tone.

"See the smooth traces on it? No matter who the owner of the room is, the other party is always rubbing the things in this plastic sand table... It's disgusting."

The gods on earth obediently looked at him in return.

Clark: ...?

In an instant, the expression on his face went blank due to shock.

Others might not be familiar with it, but Clark knew clearly that the part of the mansion that Claude held in his hand was part of the backyard of Wayne's mansion.

Before Claude noticed, the god on earth took a step forward, placed himself in the shadows, quickly adjusted the expression on his face, and moved his eyes slightly away.

"Can I see that?"

Clark said as usual.

"Of course."

Claude coughed slightly from the cold, stretched out his hand with difficulty, and handed the plastic model into Superman's wide palm.

Clark lowered his head and checked the shiny sand table.

The more he checked, the more creepy he felt: the model was even so accurate that it was unimaginable that the gods could glimpse the unique decoration style of Wayne Mansion through the windows on the first floor.

And on the lawn, sat a small plastic figure.

Like the girl who was about to get in the taxi, this small human figure was blurred, only a pure white shape, as if it was shining by itself.

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While feeling chills at the fact that "the owner of the room is rubbing the model of Wayne Mansion all the time", he was also puzzled by the blurred faces of all the figures, and finally decided to stop thinking.

The god of the world turned his back, took out the communicator, quietly took a photo of the model, and sent it to Bruce.

—————— I found this, B.

While Clark was waiting for his colleague and friend to reply, Claude coughed again.

"Clark, come and have a look."

The human male colleague said in a low voice, the end of the voice was a little trembling, maybe it was because of the cold, "This... I know these places."

"what?"

Clark walked over in response, and Cloud took a step back, making room for Superman.

In the glass cover in front of him, the color of this distinctive plastic sand table is a bit dim, obviously the owner of the room has neglected to take care of it.

The green and azure blue outline the scene of the woods and the bay in the sand table, especially the subtle changes of the raindrops falling into the waves, which can be said to be incredible.

"This sand table reminds me of something," Claude's voice was a little stagnant, "It seems that someone used to push my wheelchair... and took me to escape."

"Escape?"

Superman looked at the sand table that gave people a rather unpleasant feeling, and swallowed back the question that floated to his throat.

However, Claude suddenly froze, and then pushed his glasses as a cover, and smiled bitterly.

"You guessed it right." The gentle human male colleague and the victim of the laboratory stated slowly, "We didn't get out."

Clark listened quietly.

"I couldn't see anything at that time, I just remembered the touch of the leaves scratching the skin, and the sound and tide of the waves...but I never knew..."

After that, Claude said it was quite difficult.

"...I never knew that even the escape plan at that time was under surveillance?"

Clark wanted to comfort him, but the plastic sand table in the backyard of the Wayne mansion also lingered heavily on Superman's heart.

"Maybe it's not?" He quickly came back to his senses, lowered his usual tone of appeasing the victims, and comforted him in a friendly way, "Let's go and have a look."

The human male colleague nodded wistfully, probably comforted.

During the few minutes he was silent, Clark lifted him up with ease, and readjusted the biological position to the appropriate temperature, until the frost on Cloud's face repeated twenty times the speed in the tunnel before.

A drop of water that hadn't been dried in time slid down the jaw of the human male colleague, and fell into the laser with a thud.

"Let's move on."

Claude came back to his senses and decided.

The gods on earth have no objection to this.

Stopping Clark's attempt to destroy the laboratory door again, Claude re-attached the pass to the door and brushed it. The door opened with a "drop", revealing the familiar snow-white wall outside.

The cable twisted and twisted, and finally stopped at the end of the corridor.

"I still have a pass here."

Facing the familiar machine at the entrance of the laboratory, Claude slowly took out another card from his pocket.

Clark took it, stepped forward, and stuck the card on the machine.

——————The cold female voice sounded again.

"Scanned successfully. Level [-] pass used. Welcome back, Doctor."

The door is suddenly opened in front of the visitor, revealing the creepy face behind it.

Gray mist lingers in this space, making it difficult to distinguish the depth and length of the laboratory. Only the smell of rotten wood lingers in the air, and even the air smells stale for many years.

—————— It seems that this place has been artificially abandoned a long time ago.

Clark thought silently.

A large number of machines have been covered with a thick layer of dust, the traces of human existence have been completely covered up, and the troughs and water tanks have long since dried up, and there is no trace of the last replenishment.

There is still a weak power in the laboratory, but it is more like it has been stored in the past, not like a continuous power supply.

"Is that the power supply box?"

Claude suddenly patted Clark on the shoulder and asked in a low voice.

Following the hand of his human male colleague, Clark's gaze turned and landed on the shadow in the dense fog without any mistakes.

It was a bullet-shaped airtight chamber covered with the same gloomy dust as a laboratory. It was indeed similar to the "power supply box" that Crowder called, but this strange metallic coating was the same as the substance in the tunnel. , completely bouncing off Superman's sight of prying into the interior.

"I can try."

The god of the world naturally said.

After Claude was firmly placed aside, Clark lifted the nearest airtight cabin out of the soil with one hand, lifted it aside, cut the locks on it with heat vision a few times, and opened the tight-fitting cabin door outward with his bare hands. open.

"........."

Superman instinctively took a breath.

Claude behind him also took a step back, taking a breath involuntarily.

"damned."

The gentle human male colleague gritted his teeth and said.

Three or four things that are enough to make anyone feel creepy, just stand quietly in this airtight cabin.

Some were masculine, others feminine, yet both men and women, thin and tall, were curled up like animals, their skin swollen and hairless, their eyes closed, pale as die.

Hands were faster than reason, Clark opened the rest of the surrounding biological cabins at the speed of light, and limp, pale hands or legs stretched out continuously, like soft worms parasitic in the airtight cabin.

———————— It is no longer necessary to confirm, in these fruit-like airtight cabins, there are all naked human beings.

"These..." Claude silently walked to the god of the world, omitting the middle noun with difficulty, "Are you still alive?"

"...I can't hear any heartbeats."

Facing Claude's gaze, Clark used an objective attitude as much as possible to describe the state of the humans in these airtight cabins.

He was about to continue to speak, when in the flash, the god on earth suddenly felt an unusual cold current crawling up his back.

—————— It was a soft, whispering voice.

"attack."

——————In an instant, the corpses opened their dull eyes.

The human-like strong heartbeat sounded again, Clark was caught off guard, and was grabbed by the neck by the nearest petite dead body, biting down towards the main artery.

—————Crackling.

The two front teeth, which had been soaked pale by the medicine, splashed out, and Clark grabbed them back into his palm again with quick hands.

Clark:? ? ?

Clark: ...!

While he was at a loss with the two teeth in his hand, the dead body, which had permanently lost its weapon, still maintained a strong desire to attack. The two wet arms instantly wrapped around Clark's neck and twisted downward.

Clark: ………

He didn't want to be disrespectful to the poor victim, but this kind of move that can twist the neck to 720 degrees on a normal human is on a Kryptonian. There was no difference other than a cat-mao punch on him.

Superman hung the dead body weighing half a bag of rice around his neck, stood up easily, pinched the back of its slender neck, and threw it out easily.

Unlike his colleagues such as Batman and Wonder Woman, Clark himself is not good at using advanced fighting skills, let alone facing the pile of victims in the laboratory.

——————— He moved urgently, and his strength was rarely measured.

The petite dead body was not gently put down as expected, but was thrown directly onto the five-storey cable by Clark, stopped for a second, and then rolled and fell from the highest point!

With the sound of bones breaking, when it fell into a pile of broken sand, Clark thought he saw a deep-sea fish that had begun to turn white after passively coming ashore from the shallow sea area.

With a little guilty conscience, he glanced over there quietly, and found that this petite corpse only staggered for a moment, and then "climbed" again.

Clark:? ? ?

Under the utterly stunned gaze of the god on earth, the remaining corpses rushed towards Claude who was standing next to him, stepping in neat steps.

The human male colleague's pupils constricted, and he avoided it dangerously. Then Clark grabbed the collar and caught it perfectly.

"Someone is going to attack us."

Superman dragged his human male colleague up, and reminded him sharply, "I heard a voice!"

"I know, I just heard that too."

Claude was also strangled by the sudden drag, coughing and said urgently, "We have to hurry up, I saw a very bad picture."

Without asking what the "very bad picture" is, the god of the world hovered in the air, adjusted for a moment, grabbed the male colleague's leg, and treated Crowe like every victim waiting for rescue. De is fixed between the arms.

Within a few seconds, the people behind the scenes seemed to see the only variable here: the Kryptonians with the body of steel, so they changed their strategy neatly.

————————Bang!

With a dull and huge cracking sound deep in the ground, the entire laboratory began to shake.

The ceiling continued to crack, and the ground began to collapse. The newly "resurrected" corpses couldn't stand upright. After a few shakes, they fell into the bottomless gap like overripe melons and fruits.

"........."

Clark stared at the people who were falling but still had empty eyes, without saying a word.

"Below, Clark, do you see it?" The human male colleague didn't notice the expression on his face.

Claude covered his ears with full concentration, and while resisting the terrible explosion, he raised his voice and reminded Clark, "We have to go down!"

Following Claude's shout, Clark silently locked a gap below.

In the constantly collapsing light rain, the god of the world shuttled vigorously, and the soft red cloak tightly protected the fragile human beings in the air, and he quickly fell towards the cracks in the ground together with him.

——————until the crack suddenly closed, swallowing the little red dot.