The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Clark: "..."

Superman can still bluff people when he is not smiling. In those blue eyes, the emotion slowly sinks, like a frozen sea.

The Kryptonian has sparse brows and eyes, and is obviously handsome beyond belief, but he is also the sun that is far away in the world.

"You are truly the pinnacle of creation that this world cannot produce," the stranger completely ignored the coercion, his voice filled with soft exclamation, "So beautiful, so powerful... tell me, if the flame just now burns to You, will you be hurt?"

"I am under no obligation to answer your question."

Clark cut back bluntly, "You haven't answered me yet. Who the hell are you?"

A charming smile played on the stranger's lips, as though Clark hadn't offended him at all.

There was always a hint of slowness in his smile, and Clark looked at him for a while before he realized that the stranger's facial features were almost in golden ratio, and thus showed a special sense of beauty.

Under the light, he looked dark-eyed, with a straight nose, a small chin, and a strand of hair resting on his forehead, giving him a youthful, harmless, classical beauty.

—————But no matter how captivating his appearance is, the god on earth still has an animal-like intuitive antenna on his head.

The big golden retriever blinked sharply, his eyes locked on the stranger's expressionless face, and at the same time he gestured behind his back, letting Claude hide deeper in his cloak.

It's only been two or three minutes of knowing this stranger, but Clark doesn't like him very much anymore.

"Is that child behind you brought out of the lab by you?"

the stranger asked suddenly.

"It's none of your business."

Clark also answered calmly.

The stranger was silent for a moment this time.

In the silent space, Clark could only hear himself, and Claude's heart beating slightly faster——Claude was a little nervous, but it didn't mean that there should be only the two of them in the space. .

"Looks like you found it."

The stranger looked up at him, and smiled lightly and slowly, and his snow-white teeth flashed across the smile.

For a moment, Clark even had a creepy hunch that the stranger wanted to kill him and Cloud.

However, under Clark's defense, the stranger just lowered his head and tried to untie the cuffs of his shirt.

It took him a while before he managed to unbutton the cuffs and roll up the shirt sleeves up to his upper arms.

A bright red brand appeared in front of the god on earth.

—————999.

The branded position is exactly the same as that of Claude and the poor tall creature in the laboratory.

"You are……"

Clark finally couldn't help taking a step forward, staring at the brand that couldn't be confused.

With a smile on his face, the stranger calmly rolled up his sleeves and let him look at him.

"I am the last successful experiment in this laboratory."

When he said this, Clark's inexplicable fire flashed in his dark eyes, "I am 999."

Clark suddenly felt a slight touch on his back.

After carefully identifying it for a while, he found that it was the tip of Claude's writing pen.

[Take a chance to touch the brand, it should be hot]

Clark gently put his hands behind his back and gestured to show that he understood.

The stranger was slowly rolling his rolled-up sleeves back to the original place, and seemed not to notice the tacit communication between Clark and the human male colleague behind him.

Clark turned his gaze back to this stranger. His hands were also beautifully knuckled, with strong fingertips and well-manicured nails, like a marble sculpture carved out for appreciation.

—————Some are too moving, just like those plants that wrap their prey tools in beauty.

"So, where are you going?"

After buttoning the last button, the stranger raised his head and asked with great interest.

"........."

Clark didn't want to answer that question.

But the human male colleague patted him on the back slightly, and he had to hesitate to answer.

"Nothing, the center here, maybe."

"........."

The stranger watched him for a moment.

——————Obviously he is beautiful and looks like a nobleman, but his body is full of oppression comparable to a lion, extremely cold.

Bathed in that gaze, Clark almost lowered his eyes with guilt.

Superman forced himself to look at him for a while, until the stranger finally looked away thoughtfully.

"I can take you there, follow me."

The stranger's smile finally showed some elusive meaning, he turned around, and walked gracefully through the corridor space.

【I think we should follow him】

Clark stood there and paused, feeling his human male colleague on his back, and wrote a few words with some hesitation.

The god on earth patted Claude with his backhand, and gently comforted the heart of his human male colleague, who had been beating too fast since the beginning, quickened his pace, and followed the figure of the stranger who was almost walking out of the corridor.

The stranger seemed to have known for a long time that he would follow him, so he didn't speak, but raised his dark, soul-stirring eyes and glanced at Clark.

—————Clark almost had the illusion that he saw "approval" from those eyes.

But that feeling was only fleeting. He suppressed his confusion, and when he was about to walk out of the corner of the corridor, he glanced sideways inadvertently.

At the end of the other end, the burrow dug out by the expectant female, collapsed after the spark and the explosion.

After losing the oxygen, the flame inside was still trying to burn persistently, but the flame itself could no longer dance, and its color turned a dim red, obviously about to go out.

Buried there is a woman who probably did evil things during her lifetime and did not find peace after her death.

Her death was an understatement, it was without decency.

————For some reason, Clark suddenly felt a faint sadness.

"Are you pitying that female?" The stranger walking beside him suddenly asked.

His voice was still soft, but it made Clark 12 more vigilant.

"I just think it's easier for her to die."

The god of the world spoke in a colder tone as much as possible, and casually pointed out what the stranger had done before.

"If you take her as a person."

The stranger's response to this was a cunning and indifferent rhetorical question.

Considering that he may have stayed in this underground laboratory all year round, and that compassion was kept high in a corner that he would not normally use, Clark had just felt uncomfortable for the stranger's answer, so he forced himself to soften his heart a little.

Claude's heartbeat behind him also sped up a little with the stranger's answer. Clark felt the same way. He turned his head quietly, pretending that he suddenly had a strong interest in a room in the corridor.

"Do you want to go see it?"

The stranger silently came to Clark, and also glanced at the room.

He doesn't seem to know the distance at all, and Clark can even count his half-down eyelashes.

When he approached, the god on earth held his breath almost subconsciously, but he still couldn't escape completely.

————— There is a faint scent of orange blossom on the stranger's neck, and it seems that there is a faint scent of vanilla entangled in it.

"That's the girl's bedroom."

After watching for a few seconds, the stranger straightened up, a smile blooming on his lips like a charming plaster mask.

A strand of dark chestnut hair slid down his forehead, and he raised his hand and brushed it away lightly.

"Let's go."

The stranger said softly, with an unquestionable gesture in his voice, "You are going to be late."

Clark stood where he was, as if he was still a little dazed by teasing, his azure eyes were dazed visible to the naked eye.

Taking a lot of pleasure from his expression, the stranger took a few steps forward tolerantly and stood there, waiting patiently for Clark to return to his senses.

Clark blinked: "..."

Behind the god of the world, the human male colleague wrote stroke by stroke.

【Do you smell blood? 】

Clark turned his hand slightly and made a gesture.

—————I smell it.

He said.

In that half-hidden bedroom, there was the smell of blood that had been left for a long time, dried up, and a sweet and greasy smell of gas.

————— Even if this smell can prove that the stranger in front of him did not do it himself, but, as an experimental product, "escaped the fate of being eaten", compared with "walking in the underground laboratory", it is still There is not a small gap.

"Did you know that those female insects actually have a fatal weakness."

As if able to read minds, the stranger walking in front turned around, smiled slightly, his face was as calm as his tone, "During an experiment, I realized that they are quite afraid of fire because they are covered with oil that can be ignited. "

Even when he was saying such words, there was still a kind of casual smile on the stranger's face.

"A tiny match," he said softly, "a bouncy shooter, combined with a bit of terrifically simple physics, can burn a ready female that can tear apart a brown bear in seconds." Ashes. Don't you think the world is wonderful and beautiful?"

Clark pupil earthquake: "..."

"The world is very beautiful." He admitted the second half of the sentence, "but this beauty is not because of what you said, but like a flower, a child's smile... Have you ever seen a flower?"

The god on earth felt that this was a fairly simple question, but the stranger suddenly fell silent.

"of course."

He blinked slowly, and the mask-like smile suddenly became a little more real.

"The most beautiful flower I have ever seen in a human garden."

When the stranger said this, his tone couldn't help but relax, as if he had fallen into some kind of deep memory, "It's so pure, soft, innocent, and full of charm that people can't help but want to protect it... "

Under the light, the stranger's black eyes had a lake-like expression, almost like a real young nobleman who fell in love.

"I love it, I love it with all my heart."

he said softly.

"........."

During the two or three seconds that Clark fell into silence, the stranger seemed to know that he had slipped his words. With a slight movement, the mask crawled back into a perfect face.

"I seem to have talked too much, and almost forgot our business."

The stranger said softly.

"Please come with me, this is...the center you are looking for."