The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Clark thought that strangers might trap them to death because they were brought into a trap, or use the maze-like structure here to stun them.

His steel body can smash through traps and tear apart mechanisms. He can fly and use high-temperature lasers to destroy buildings. The god on earth is not afraid of these tricks, which is why he dares to follow strangers alone .

But in Clark's mind, the turntable representing all kinds of possibilities is almost completely divided by the bad ending, leaving only one percent that is a smooth and good ending.

————— He just didn't expect that the pointer of fate really skipped all the others, and only stopped at the one percent.

Going deeper from the labyrinth-like underground, the stranger stood at the end of the corridor, tapping the empty air.

There was a smile on his face all the time, his dark eyes gleamed charmingly, and his attitude was a little more relaxed and too calm; if it weren't for the brand on his body, Clark would even think that he was the master of the laboratory.

—————— In front of that dormitory, when the stranger approached, the god on earth already felt a temperature different from that of the human body from his upper arm, confirming the authenticity of the brand on his body.

"Let that kid next to you come down."

The protagonist who was being considered by Clark turned his head, as if not aware of his defensive gaze, he said softly.

Clark responded with silence.

The god on earth has keen five senses, and the stranger's gaze on him is like a cold steel knife, sharp and cold, as if observing the opportunity to stab Superman's wound all the time.

Every minute and every second of the waiting time was so sticky that it seemed to sink into the mud. It seemed that after a century, the dull rumbling sound finally rose slowly from the ground, and even the ground of the laboratory began to tremble.

"........."

Clark could feel Cloud, who was hiding on the other end of the cloak, tighten his uniform slightly.

Two ten-meter-high black gates completely appeared in front of them, engraved with layers of reliefs of struggling human beings, like the entrance to hell, any light falling on them would be completely absorbed.

With just this door, the real aura of the laboratory stripped away those white, empty and cold things, and became truly evil.

With the stranger staring at them, Clark couldn't pull out his communicator to read the reply from Bruce.

—————— Staring at an inconspicuous place with "inferno" written on it for a while, the god on earth calmly withdrew his gaze.

Taking a panoramic view of Clark's expression, the stranger smiled softly, and the smile was full of a sense of victory.

"I've heard a saying, 'The road to hell is often paved with good wishes and longings,'" he said in a soft, slow voice. "Do you think so, sir?"

"I don't think so."

Clark forcibly controlled his expression, and replied quietly.

"why?"

The stranger asked softly, as if inadvertently.

His handsome hand closed the door and pushed it inward, revealing the eerie darkness behind.

"...?"

Clark was taken aback by the rhetorical question, and then answered naturally.

"Using the way of hurting others to realize self-proclaimed goodwill is not paving the way to hell, but going to hell by oneself."

With a bang, the door closed.

At the same time, the stranger's black pupils seemed to constrict in embarrassment.

The corners of his lips turned up, exposing his cold teeth, like a wolf about to attack—but before Clark saw it, he had already turned his head away, leaving only a clearly discernible smile on his lips.

Without that cold gaze, the light illuminated half of the stranger's handsome face full of classical beauty, with dark chestnut curly hair and dark chestnut eyelashes, like a dignified and beautiful angel.

"This is the center you're looking for."

Bathed in the warm light, he changed the subject nonchalantly.

—————and Clark knew that he wasn't lying.

Behind the two gates just now, there is a spiral staircase rising like a tower. It looks endless to the naked eye, as if it is going from the ground to the sky.

Completely different from the simple and empty design of the laboratory, this place seems to retain a rather classical visual element.

Death masks and long swords hang on the wall, and faceless statues spread their wings and look down coldly. The walls are full of reliefs with the same design as the gate, depicting naked bodies with distorted expressions and mutilated bodies in the flames. Human beings, because of the golden ratio mural composition, present a kind of gloomy and morbid aesthetic feeling.

"Is that kid still not going to come down?"

The stranger quietly waited for Clark to appreciate the decorations here before asking aloud.

His tone seemed concerned, but in fact it was full of oppression that could not be ignored.

Clark was about to refuse him again, but the human male colleague gently tugged his uniform from behind, signaling him not to speak, and he walked out from behind Clark lightly.

Clark: ………?

Clark:! ! !

His pupils looked at his colleague in shock. The lower part of the latter's face was wearing a huge mask, and the upper part was completely covered by a handkerchief. He looked like a bride whose face was covered by a white gauze, or who was about to The strange shape of the broken baby bird looks a little more like a monster than the monster in the laboratory.

—————If you don’t use super vision, heartbeat and standing posture, Clark is sure that he can’t recognize this ghost at all.

The god of the world first suppressed his smile because of the silent comedy in front of him, and then came back to his senses, suppressed his smile, looked at the stranger's face, and determined whether he was irritated by Claude's dignity.

Clark fell into a tactical silence, "..."

The stranger's beautiful face was like a plaster mask, which was even more incomprehensible than Bruce when he was angry. He smiled softly and nodded to Claude who was in a strange shape.

"So, what do you want here?"

Clark heard the stranger ask softly.

Those dark, glowing eyes fixed on Clarke, and the ghastly relief on the stranger's back accentuated his daffodil-like beauty.

In an inexplicable trance, the god on earth almost smelled the fragrance of orange blossoms again. He stood where he was, and answered this question involuntarily.

"Here... why is there this laboratory, what is it for?"

The stranger was leaning comfortably on a wooden table——Clark looked down and noticed that the corner of the table was carved into the head of a Cyclops, who roared silently and ferociously, and the pain was lifelike.

"Here?" The other party smiled as if he hadn't noticed the cruel decoration at all, "I don't know either. No one knows how everything here came about, so they call it a gift from God."

Clark could hear no trace of lying in his words.

"Look at me." The stranger said softly, "Tell me, do you have any other questions?"

The orange blossom scent intensifies.

Clark felt a sharp headache, like someone had stabbed him in the brain.

The pain soon softened, as if someone had wiped his affected area with a wet sponge.

"Why was it born?"

The god of the world is obsessed with Tao.

In a trance, he saw that the stranger on the opposite side seemed to sigh.

The candlelight of one candle swayed slightly, and then thousands of candles lit up together, like dots of fire, lighting up the tower that was mostly soaked in darkness.

—————— Standing in these beautiful candlelights, the beautiful face like an angel lowered its eyelashes.

"Born to live," Clark heard a voice answering him, the voice could almost be called echoing in his head, "People who want to live, follow the prophecy given by God, in a dangerous world , hunting whatever animals they can hunt, around them."

"........."

Something in Superman's beginning to go berserk had stabbed him hard.

It hurt like a knife's edge into soft flesh, and the blow instantly jolted Clark out of any trance, and the pain brought him instant lucidity.

At this moment, Clark realized very clearly that the so-called "people who want to live" are probably the former scientific researchers in the laboratory, and "hunting the animals they can hunt" refers to those innocent children.

But he still doesn't quite know what "God's prophecy" means.

—————— Where Superman couldn’t see, a crow’s feather slowly turned into smoke and dissipated in the void.

...

Abaddon: *suddenly looks up*

The handsome demon moved away from the sleeping Sisley, and then frowned slightly.

Blood dripped from his palms, but left no trace on any of the upholstery.

------what is that?

Gabriel silently patted his arm, passing the question on silently.

"A few months ago, I put a funny little thing on Superman," Abaddon whispered, "When he lost his mind, he would get stabbed hard, from the soul kind, and it is Unlimited use—hope this thing works."

Under the light, the lord of hell's face was pale and his brows were gentle, as if he didn't feel that he had said anything harsh.

Gabriel yawned, covered Ken and himself with his wings, and silently swallowed the words "What if the opponent's mental confusion skill is a persistent superman?"

Abaddon leaned over and stretched out his hand to Mephisto, the latter embraced Sisley, his glamorous face was close to a doll-like face, he was still sleeping soundly, but the red ribbons were going around It "grows" out of her back, swaying like a rosebush blown by the night wind.

Abaddon passed his hand over, and the red ribbons didn't mind that it was cursed blood, and they still ate happily.

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...

Clark: ………

It was as if someone had just run over his head with a big kryptonite truck, and the pain didn't feel any less, but became more painful every moment.

But with the help of this inexplicable pain, the hallucination also disappeared from the eyes of the god on earth.

————— There are no candles in the tower at all, only the one held by the stranger in front of him.

—————— Claude is constantly trying to pinch him to make Clark feel sober, but human power is a drop in the bucket for Kryptonians, so the heartbeat of the human male colleague is full of "fear".

Superman clearly realized in his splitting headache that he was hypnotized by something again.

"........."

Even though anger and fear had begun to steam in his heart, the god on earth still lowered his eyes calmly, pretending that he was still deeply under the opponent's control.

Clark asked deliberately vaguely.

"Then, why is this place abandoned?"

"...Because one day, a beautiful treasure appeared in front of everyone. It was so wonderful that it even eclipsed the prophecy of God. So that when it was lost..."

When the stranger said this, he stopped talking.

His voice echoed in the tower, full of irresistible allure, like a gentle wind.

"I have another question."

Clark whispered.

"What question?" The stranger's smiling face was still as beautiful as a nobleman's, "Answer, the child behind you is enough for your last question."

"Are you Dr. Krishna?"

The god on earth raised his head completely, his eyes sober and gloomy, looking in the direction of the stranger on the opposite side.

The smile disappeared from that handsome face like a nobleman like the morning smoke.

"What did you say?"

Under Claude's terrified eyes, the young doctor asked softly.

The candle flickered twice, and finally escaped into the darkness.