The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"Are you ok?"

Clark lowered his head and asked.

The god of the world quickly reacted from his absent-mindedness just now, and in the strong wind, he unfolded his biological stance to protect the human male colleague who froze instinctively just now.

—————The moment he fell, he heard the heartbeat of the other party also jumped quite strongly, like a loud snare drum with a fragile drum skin.

"Thank you."

Claude immediately noticed this unusual effect, and thanked him struggling.

When Superman dodged to avoid the concrete stones falling from above, he heard his human male colleague suddenly speak.

"Clark."

When Claude spoke, Clark saw the difference in his tone.

The last time he spoke in this tone was when he just broke into the laboratory.Even though he couldn't help the phantom pain in his stomach, Superman still said in a normal tone.

"what's up?"

"I remember."

Claude struggled to poke his head out of the steel-hard arms, curled his index finger, and pushed the crooked mirror frame.

"The 'doctor' that the machine says is Dr. Krishna?"

"Written on that metal plate——" Clark immediately reacted, and children of all sizes soaked in dark green test tanks flashed in front of his eyes, "The Dr. Krishna who created the 'miracle'?"

Superman felt as if he had vaguely grasped a certain thread, but the lack of information was like a gray fog covering the sky, preventing the road ahead from progressing an inch.

"The doctor may be the leader of any laboratory." He came back to his senses and said as calmly as possible, "We can look for other clues, they will always leave a tail behind."

"……you're right."

Claude hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

However, in the silence, Clark couldn't help thinking about this terrible idea.

If Dr. Krishna—the unknown devil leading the entire laboratory to a more terrifying path—is the "doctor" that the two rooms just called.

So, had he been spying on Wayne Mansion for a long time, and had his eye on that little glowing figure on the lawn?

——————Human beings do not shine.

Clark is well aware of this.

In the case of simulations everywhere on the sand table, why is that girl—or, all the miniaturized human beings, a glowing image without a face?

"I don't know, Claude."

The more Clark thought about it, the colder he felt.

The big golden retriever unknowingly said what was in his heart, and the whole super dog lowered its head in depression, its non-existent ears also lay on top of its head, and its eyes were depressed.

The human male colleague looked at him silently. Behind the lens, the light of blue-green eyes flashed past, and then softened.

As if inadvertently, Claude said softly.

"He found us."

"what?"

Clark didn't follow his train of thought at all, and asked subconsciously.

"Whoever said 'attack' just now, he found us."

Claude said calmly, "Think about it in another way, we also found him."

Seeing that Clark hadn't reacted yet, the human male colleague continued to speak.

"He didn't expect you to appear here. He must have thought it was just me, some defective product that escaped from the laboratory, that's all."

"So I---"

Clark pricked up his ears blankly.

"You saved me again, Clark."

Claude smiled, "Thank you."

Under Superman's bewildered gaze, the shattered ice faded from the gentle human eyes, together with those prickly jokes, lingering temptations, and the insouciance that isolated the world from him, revealing for the first time the sincerity and clarity below. blue-green.

———————— This is the first time in a long time that Clark saw Claude's real smile, not his pretended relaxed smile.

... This is too foul.

Clark thought silently.

Just like the irresistible feline gifts he had received, this human being who hastily removed his vest also gave the gods favorite things:

A beautiful, white, warm, shining good mood brought about by a certain sincere feeling.

So he couldn't help but smile too.

"Blowing up the upper laboratory is definitely his next strategy. Those instruments have been completely destroyed by the explosion. Ants without a clear mind will self-destruct the nest they have worked so hard to build."

Clark took a deep breath and continued to analyze downwards.

"The upper layer of the ant nest is where food is processed, and the lower layer of the ant nest is—"

"The living quarters and where the queen is."

Claude reacted very quickly and immediately took over.

"Hold on to me and hide."

Clark scanned the surrounding corpses that were still falling, and Claude heard him take a breath.

The human male colleague didn't ask why, but quickly fixed himself with Superman's red cape, and nodded to him.

In an instant——in the time when the human nervous system could not even respond, the god on earth changed the speed of his flight.

In the wind that was so strong that people couldn't open their eyes, Superman was like a vigorous swift, shuttling through the gap between concrete and steel bars.

Those fallen corpses, no matter they fell on the big rocks, stood up limply with their shattered bones, or they were a little lucky, were all lifted out of the air one by one by the gods on earth.

Like a disobedient duckling, or like a gardener collecting a bouquet of flowers one by one, Clark grabbed them with one hand, and he lifted the ankles of those "dead corpses" upside down from the air until they were in the palm of his hand. Collected a handful of them.

Claude: ...

Claude: *cat swear*

This scene is comparable to the No. 1 horror movie. He only needs to poke his head out of the cloak a little bit, and he can look at the swollen faces that seem to have been dead for a long time.

The human male colleagues can only turn their faces away as much as possible, not to make eye contact with these dead bodies.

"Are you ok?"

When grabbing the ankle of the last corpse, Clark paused and asked loudly.

"you guess?"

Claude asked back angrily at first, and it took him a long time to hold back a retort, "It's not just eye contact, I can smell the seaweed smell on the person who bit you before. She must like the ocean very much." Perfume."

"Feel sorry!"

Clark apologized at the speed of light.

He tried his best to raise the large bunch of ■■■■ in his hands, at least so that the poor human male colleagues didn't have to make eye contact with these corpses.

"Thank you." Claude said sarcastically in a polite tone, "The tops of their heads are indeed much prettier than their eyes."

After the voice commanding them disappeared, the corpses stopped moving, just like when they were trapped in the airtight cabin. Clark held them in his hands and couldn't feel any pulse.

————But, at a certain moment, he did hear the violent heartbeats in the chests of these "people".

Based on this alone, the gods among men will not abandon these victims.

Claude is not clear about his mental activities, and can vaguely guess five or six points.

The speed of Superman's dive is faster than the gravity of the earth, and the falling concrete blocks cannot be captured by the dynamic vision range of the human eye, but blurred into gray and black shadows.

After those two words of sarcasm, the human male colleague remained silent until Clark's dive speed finally slowed down, and finally he descended slowly, stepping on the white tiles.

Superman's supple red cape fluttered again, and he took a step forward, letting go of the pile of unresponsive dead bodies.

With a "boom", the collapsed objects in the laboratory that followed slammed into this area, raising a large amount of smoke and dust behind the god on earth.

The group of dead bodies had been standing there dumbly since they were put down, and they didn't respond even when they were shrouded in smoke.

"...cough, cough."

Claude escaped from his arms by rolling and crawling, while silently sighing in his heart Superman's setting of "Arms (protection device) hard and chest (back chair) soft like a roller coaster in an amusement park", while being choked by the smoke , coughed several times uncomfortably.

"I'm going to have to get my lungs checked when I get out of here."

Clark heard his human male colleague complaining under his breath.

"I know some very good doctors."

Clark said with a good-tempered smile, "Let's go."

"Leave them alone?"

Claude gradually regained his senses, straightened his body, and glanced at the piles of dead bodies that were still standing there.

"……no need."

Superman was silent for a while, then spoke softly.

—————Even if there is still a ten-thousandth chance that they will be rescued, those dead bodies whose internal organs and bones have been smashed into mud have absolutely no possibility of surviving.

"........."

Claude glanced at him, then took one last look at the lowest-level failures in these laboratories, and sighed softly.

"Let me catch the bastard who planned everything..."

He whispered, "I'm sure I'll chop him up and feed him to the dogs—hope the cops don't lose any limbs when they put him back together."

"I can help when you are fighting, and make sure that no piece will be left behind."

Clark hooked the corner of his mouth and joked, but there was not much smile in his eyes.

Like the previous laboratory, there is only a narrow corridor, surrounded by room doors that cross from left to right, and the walls are covered with some kind of weird material, which blocks Superman's eyes from probing.

————— This feeling is quite strange, the god of the world frowned with some discomfort, and stretched out his hand to push open the first closed door from the left.

With a "creak", the half-hidden door was easily pushed open by him, revealing the true face of the room inside.

The interior of the room is still a bit uncomfortable pure white, brightly lit, it looks a bit like a capsule dormitory in a big city hotel, with separate bunk and bunk beds.

"There's a strange smell in the air."

Claude, who was walking beside him, recognized it immediately and coughed uncomfortably.

"It's sweet, like a gas leak—there's no gas in this damn place, is there?"

"Probably not."

Clark's sense of smell is quite sensitive, he identified it carefully, shook his head, "It's not gas, but this smell...it smells..."

—————like the weird sweet smell of blood and corpses after insects were crushed to death.

Startled by the sudden metaphor, Superman didn't say it, but continued to observe the double room.

There are no windows, and the sheets are plain white.

Except for some household appliances that are not the same as human society, there does not seem to be any special danger here. It is different from the bottles and jars full of non-human atmosphere in the laboratory, but it still has an inexplicable sense of crampedness.

Clark: "..."

Clark: *Ears pricked up alertly*

When his gut calls the police, it's usually a sign that something is really wrong.

The bed below was folded quite neatly. It seemed that no one had been there for a while, and even a thin layer of dust had accumulated. The bed above was a bit messy, as if someone had rested on it recently.

The god of the world quietly soared into the air, lifted the ball of quilt, and took a closer look at the pillow.

Through these years of getting along with humans, Clark already knew that normal humans should leave some hair on the bed.

—————Unexpectedly, there was nothing under the pillow and comforter.

"Clark, look at this."

Claude whispered.

Clark immediately put down the pillow in his hand and walked up to his human male colleague.

The latter handed him something, and when Clark took it, he realized that it was probably someone's diary.

One-third of the cover was smashed off, the leather was torn and torn, revealing the ugly soft inner skin, and the paper pages were also a little yellow.

On the title page, there is a line of small, printed characters.

[Edmund to Susan: I think it is a very interesting act to record what happened, so please start on the birthday. 】

Clark: "..."

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birthday present?

He caught the key word "birthday" and thought in confusion.

——————Although there is nothing wrong with giving a diary as a birthday gift, if you really write this line of words that sounds very "inhuman", you will definitely be hated.

As if the jargon wasn't outlandish enough, there's another line below, answering the un-thankful gift.

【I understand. 】

Clark turned over the title page and looked directly at the first page of the diary.

[On the third assembly line, the trial works have reached the limit again.It tried to self-destruct, and it exploded before my eyes, spraying a glass of color so beautiful, so ephemeral and useless.My colleague processed it, which is No. 30 560 three times failed. 】

Just after reading a page, the fingers of the god on earth stopped on the page and did not turn it for a long time.

—————— A "trial work" that will self-destruct and reach its limit is a description that no one with compassion can think about.

Claude was standing opposite him, and he could clearly see the changes in Superman's eyes, from shock to anger, and from anger to deep blue sadness.

Clark only felt uncomfortable. He was not a violent person, but at this moment he had the urge to raise his fist and give the person who wrote these things a big punch.

After a pause, he still turned to the next page.

The author of the diary obviously didn't understand the format of the diary, and the cold print just wrote a sentence on a new page.

[Sure enough, 001 will never reach the limit. 】

"I haven't experienced this. But 001..." Claude also saw this page, and he whispered, "No matter who it is, they all suffered pain that I can't imagine."

[I retract my preface, 001 is dangerous.Our fine Doctors have been infected and become vile defectors. 001 was incorporated into the team of defective products and imprisoned in the black prison at the bottom. The doctor has been shot to death. 】

Clark and his human male colleague glanced at each other, remembering the bloodstain that couldn't be wiped off.

And the diary continues.

[After the experiment was deadlocked again and again, 001 was appreciated by Dr. Krishna, he said that he saw unprecedented talent in 001, and put 001 back into the white room. 001 is indeed a piece of jade in the rough. I believe that under the doctor's hands, it will bloom to the greatest extent. 】

"The way they describe us is like talking about an object."

Claude said softly, and Clark could hear the grinding of his teeth.

[The immortality factor implanted in 002 began to work.Its new vision organ is perfectly compatible, but its function has been halved. After repeated tests, the mind reading effect has not been achieved. 】

When Claude raised his sleeves before, Clark still had a deep impression of the bright red "002" brand.

He was very embarrassed that he read other people's privacy by surprise, but also had inexplicable doubts.

———————Claude can read minds?

For example, at this moment, the human male colleague suddenly froze for breath.After a while, he calmed down and smiled knowingly.

"Indeed." Claude pushed the mirror frame and answered very casually, "I lied to them."

He didn't seem to mind, and Clark followed his heart and spoke directly.

"But how do they know you—can you read minds?"

For a few seconds, Claude didn't speak again.

His expression was blank for a while, and then he seemed to be hit hard on the head by someone—the pain was directly reflected on his pale face, and Clark had never seen any human face lose blood so quickly.

Before he fainted to the ground, Clark rushed over and grabbed Claude's shoulder in horror.

"...I'm fine."

The human male colleague closed his eyes and said angrily, "I just... those memories... need to be slowed down."

After another minute or two, he straightened up again and wiped the sweat off his face with a handkerchief.His face was still pale, but his eyes were startlingly bright.

"Do you remember the tunnel we just came in... the original tunnel?"

Claude pushed Clark's hand away from him, and asked in a low voice, "I said, the one that 'feels familiar'?"

Clark felt that he had vaguely guessed something.

"……Um."

he said with difficulty.

"The way they tested my 'mind reading' was actually very simple."

Claude's voice was very soft.

"They had some guy who had ordered 'use me to feed the eggs' to push me in my wheelchair and walk me through that long tunnel to see how I would react."

"........."

Clark's heart sank heavily.

——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

He didn't even know what else to say, as if any words of comfort paled, until Claude patted him on the shoulder as if to save him.

"I think I'm quite suitable to go to Las Vegas," the human male colleague calmly joked in his characteristic tone, "I can fool God."

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Superman felt that he did not have such a strong heart, so he stopped talking, silently accepted the intention to change the subject, and continued to read the diary.

[The immortality factor implanted in 068 is also effective. Experiments have proved that it has a near-perfect recovery ability.Dr. Krishna is right, 001 is the best test subject ever captured, it is too early to remove its brain, there must be another way. 】

Clark: "..."

With Claude's words in front, the so-called "experimental proof" of "068" made Superman feel a heart attack again, and the fist of the god on earth was hard and hard.

"Do you know who this 068 is?"

"do not know."

Claude shook his head honestly, "I've always been half-blind, so they didn't hide it from me, but I also lost a lot of news relatively speaking."

Clark nodded, turned to the next diary, and his fingers froze suddenly.

[Find a way for 001 not to take out the brain. 】

In just one sentence, the handwriting changed slightly.It is no longer such a cold print, but it looks a little scribbled—a little bit more human-like.

"........."

Clark remembered this change and continued to look down.

[001 is perfect. 】

This sentence is also short, but the handwriting has not been restored, and it still looks a little messy.

[The factory starts to be built.Thanks to 001, finished products began to be produced continuously.So delicious, it was unimaginable before. 】

"What did they do with 001?"

Claude lost his mind next to him.

But Clark couldn't answer that question either.

He could only keep looking at the terrible truth hidden behind the diary, flipping through it without hesitation.

【Happiness, sadness, anger, despair, joy, 001 can produce all of them, 001 is perfect. 】

Clark pursed his lips tightly and continued to roll down.

On the next page, the handwriting suddenly became frantic, and the feeling of the coldness of the printed board had completely disappeared.

【001 disappeared.Factories were forced to stop, why is this happening?Dr. Krishna said to store it, we don't need to worry about it.It's hopeless to start those half-finished products again. 】

Clark noticed that Claude's clenched fist finally loosened slightly.

[Our storage is running out little by little, and we have to return to the lower floor.Sarah was the first to fade. She hadn't eaten for 001 hours. I gave it to her, but she said no. All semi-finished products other than [-] made her feel "disgusting". 】

"……Ah."

Claude sneered slightly.

[I didn't agree with her, but I knew in my heart that Sarah was right.Without 001, everything is so nothingness. 】

On the next page, the owner of the diary wrote an unprecedentedly long paragraph.

[Today, I made an exception and opened a whole bag of "Friendship" instead of the sip Dr. Krishna requested.

I think I'm in love with 001.She had a lovely voice and hair, she sounded like a musical instrument when she laughed, and her skin was smooth to the touch.For a moment, I also thought that it was a kind of perfect life that belonged to me, until the smell began to slip away.One bag is never enough. 】

"she?"

Claude's voice sounded a little trembling.

"........."

The god on earth didn't notice Claude's absence. He looked at the clear word in the diary, only to feel that his thoughts gradually went blank.

In a blink of an eye, Clark thought of a rather terrifying fact—so terrifying that he didn't even dare to really think about it.

He moved his fingers slightly, subconsciously turning the pages of the diary before they began to tremble.

As if these veiled expressions weren't enough to creep the onlookers down, the next page of the diary finally gets genuinely scary.

Completely separated from the previous print, the handwriting became illegible here, and large pieces crossed the horizontal lines of the diary, blurring out weird ink marks.

[The 001 share that everyone can get is very small. Like Sarah said, the taste of the semi-finished product is bland and disgusting, which makes me want to vomit. 】

[I just need two more bags of 001... If I can have two bags, no, three bags, more, 0 ■■■】

【001.you are perfect】

【001001001001001001001001001001001001001001】

[I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you]

【I】

—————The crazy handwriting came to an abrupt end.

The paper page was scratched by some kind of sharp thing, and slightly curled up, as if after writing this word, the owner of the diary suffered some kind of violent attack.

"........."

The madness seemed to come out through the paper, making Clark shiver for no reason.

He asked Claude for permission, took the diary to the corner, took pictures of Bruce one by one, and sent them to him.

—————When Clark sent out the last one, he suddenly frowned.

Batman seems to have sent something, but the god on earth has no time to look at it.

He floated in front of Claude with a puzzled face, picked him up, led him to hide on the ceiling behind the door, and made a "shh" gesture to him.

In just a few seconds, the sound gradually approached.

It was the sound of some kind of sharp metal mopping the floor.

It's piercing, high-pitched, and pitch-invariant, making it irritating from the inside out.

Superman was about to cover the ears of his human male colleague, who slowly opened the inner pocket of his coat and took out a pair of earplugs.

Clark: "..."

He gave a thumbs up in admiration, signaling Claude, who had put on earplugs, to get close to the crack of the door and look out from this angle.

Clark:! !

Claude:! ! !

Not only was Clark's stomach agitated by the image of the visitor outside the door, but Claude, who was caught in his arms, was a mask of pain, and he couldn't help breathing irregularly.

The monster that made the noise was about two meters tall, weird and slender like an insect, and almost filled the corridor.

The monster's hands dragged on both sides of the legs, and the hands had turned into slender metal like steel wires, rubbing against the floor tiles.

It was hunched over, with its puffy head lowered deeply, and Clark could hear the sound of something repeatedly rubbing against each other, rustling and creeping.

At the corner of the corridor, the moment the monster turned its head, he finally saw the source of the sound through the cracks in its hair.

—————The three-lobed mouthparts are chewing and rubbing each other, and the hard shells collide together to make such a harsh sound.

And under the torn long skirt, something soft hid in the shadow of the fabric, dragging around on the ground.

That was the egg case that the monster was about to burst open.

She's about to lay eggs.