The end game [Zhongyingmei]

No hesitation, no nonsense.

In a blink of an eye, even though he still had many questions in his heart, Clark reached out his hand unpretentiously, and grabbed Dr. Krishna's shoulder directly across from him.

After the candles were extinguished, the entire black tower was plunged into endless darkness. Dr. Krishna's face was immersed in bleak colors, which did not conceal the harmlessness of classical beauty in his face, like the reddish sunset in the evening.

—————The smell of orange blossom came faintly.

Superman had a splitting headache, and while forcing himself to overcome the sudden trance, he continued to reach out to grab Dr. Krishna, who stood there quietly like a stone statue, allowing Clark to approach.

————The finger of the god on earth went straight through Dr. Krishna's shoulder, touching only the empty air.

Clark fell silent: "..."

Clark became sluggish: ? ? ?

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The doctor, who had been staring at him, let out a short, laughing cough.

"You look surprised."

In the darkness, Dr. Krishna's voice was still indifferent and soft, like a colorful poisonous snake shaking its body to hypnotize people, "What are you thinking, sir?"

"You don't have a... entity?"

The god of the world asked in a daze.

—————A ghost, a superpower, a projection, or a phantom in my head.

Clark thought wildly.

Which one?

"Who knows?"

The indifferent smile climbed back to the corners of Dr. Krishna's lips, his brows and eyes drooped slightly, and he didn't see the violent emotion when he was called out a few minutes ago, "This is a very interesting and good question, but your share of the question has already Used up—”

"You didn't answer my question. I didn't sign a contract with you."

Clark said coldly.

The tall body of the god on earth covered his gentle human male colleague again, and the red cloak was drooped down, preventing Dr. Krishna's gaze from falling on Claude.

"No, I answered your question when we first met."

To Clark's surprise, Dr. Krishna smiled and corrected him.

"As I said, I was the last successful experiment in this laboratory."

"The question I'm asking is, are you Dr. Krishna, so you're the one who's in default."

Clark no longer wanted to hear any voice from this angel on the outside and the devil on the inside, so he cut him off.

After a pause, he added something.

"Also, you even fake that brand."

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"........."

In the darkness, Dr. Krishna seemed to move his lips slightly, then pursed them again.

"Fake stuff?" He whispered, "You... think so too?"

As he asked this, his voice had a strange pitch—and that pitch, along with the darkness, passed through Clark's mind like a thunderstorm.

"………you."

Every word of the god on earth seemed to be squeezed out from the gap between the closed teeth, "It was you who ordered the bombing of the upper experimental field... Is it your voice?"

Clark's eyes were burning, and he saw that thin shadow in the darkness nodding casually and perfunctorily.

"Don't you like fireworks?"

Dr. Krishna said softly, "I like to welcome every visitor with fireworks."

------fireworks?

The snow-white walls that were constantly collapsing and shattering as if being crushed by giant beasts flashed through Clark's mind, and he realized that with the cruelty of the person in front of him, they were not the fireworks he was talking about.

—————Fireworks, referring to those experimental human beings who were supposed to fall into the sky and fell to the ground dull and bloody.

"Your definition of everything sickens me."

The god of the world said coldly.

These words seemed to pass through Dr. Krishna's eternal smile mask, and his eyes were quiet, as if he saw some past scene at that moment.

When that charming smile disappeared from his lips, it was as if a layer of ice had condensed on his beautiful face, which made people feel severe pain when staring at him, and dared not look up for a long time.

"You are very similar to my flower," Clark heard Dr. Krishna say softly and slowly in the dark, "so, I will let you off the hook for once, and you...don't have to pay the price."

"........."

The god on earth did not answer.

Dr. Krishna didn't seem offended by it either.

He just said softly and coldly.

"Then, I shall look forward to the next time we meet."

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This is the soft sound of candles as they tumble and fall to the ground.

In the darkness, the god on earth stretched out his hand nimbly, and firmly held the candle holder dropped by Dr. Krishna.

He turned on his heat vision and relit the tip of the candle.

Once again, the light source descended into the empty black tower, but the aroma of orange blossoms in the air disappeared completely, as if Dr. Krishna had never existed.

With some light in his hands, not only did Clark feel that his vision was better, but the human male colleagues who followed him also needed it.

"Claude?" The god on earth turned around and tried to ask about the mental and physical health of his colleagues, "Are you okay?"

Claude didn't answer immediately.

His originally "fearful" heartbeat also suddenly dropped, becoming extremely calm.

In the light, the human male colleague had already taken off all the camouflage, even the glasses on his face.

His face was strangely pale, and the tiny candle light could not illuminate his eyes, so the pair of blue-green pupils showed a sickly blackness.

—————During the few tenths of a second when he looked into those eyes, Clark suddenly realized that Claude's pupils had dilated too much, and his state was not right.

He rushed over with a reaction speed that completely surpassed that of his human male colleague. Superman raised his knife and controlled his strength, and slashed neatly on the back of the human male colleague's neck.

The latter didn't even hum, and just fell back numbly, and was carefully put down by Clark on the floor tiles of the black tower with the force of a work of art, next to the two relief sculptures of the monarch who were burned by the fire.

During his series of movements, a cold, cylindrical thing, also in the uniform, touched Clark's skin vaguely.

The god on earth subconsciously took it out and put it in his palm.

—————— It was a bottle of golden pills.

A gift from the dream witch, the magical anti-gravity gold powder is scattered, which makes people feel happy when they look at it, and it tastes like cake.

—————— On the plane, when he fell asleep for a short time, the girl with blond hair and purple eyes once sat on the staff, shaking her white calf, and told him that if he had any questions about dreams, she would Happy to help.

Without hesitation, Clark opened the cork on the bottle, pulled out a golden tablet, and swallowed it.

The god on earth found a place not far from Claude and sat down, closing his eyes.

...

[Player Sisley has a new email! 】

The system faithfully reminded.

Sisley who got up in the middle of the night and secretly fetched supper for the others from the kitchen: ...

The old father didn't say it explicitly, but Sisley knew very well that he would never allow her to eat baked biscuits dipped in ice cream at eleven o'clock at night.

With such a arduous task, she was so frightened by the sudden notification that she almost cried out, and held back silently at the last moment.

【sorry. 】

The system immediately beeped and apologized strongly.

————Sisley was about to reply that it’s okay.

"You are hungry?"

Dick's voice appeared ghostly behind Sisley.

Sisley closed the drawer with a "snap" and turned around, only to find that the young man with black hair and blue eyes was holding a book in his hand, and was crossing his arms, looking at her with a funny and loving expression.

Looking at the cute little sister shrunk into a small ball in front of him, Big Blue Bird's heart also shrunk into a small ball wrinkled, he smiled gently, beckoning her to get closer.

——————Watching the gourmet video Qianri on ins while fishing at work, I used it to appease my sister who was so hungry that she secretly rummaged through drawers for a while.

"Come here," said the confident Dick in a brotherly tone, "I'll do something for you, Alfred won't say it."

Fifteen minutes later, Sisley had a big oatmeal yogurt fruit biscuit crumble shake.

She said goodnight to Dick, and walked forward with the huge milkshake in her arms—the dark corridor could no longer scare Sisley.

All the way to her own room, Sisley pushed open the door, quickly locked it, and turned around.

"........."

The other four Sisleys on the bed were all awake, from the head to the end of the bed, they stared at her in unison.

Ken was the first to get out of bed. He carried Sisley from the door to the bedside, and took the milkshake in Sisley's own hand with a snow-white hand.

Sisley followed that hand and found that it was Sisley in angel skin.

"........."

Gabriel half-closed his blue-purple eyes, staring straight at the milkshake with longing eyes, like a cat looking at a can.

"I'm very hungry."

He complained softly in a cute tone that didn't seem like a complaint.

Sisley:!

Naturally, Sisley had no reason not to let go of her hand. She handed the milkshake cup to her other self with concern, found a place to lie down between Ken and Mephisto, and unfolded the system light screen.

"Who is looking for me?" Sisley asked in the virtual flower petals on the screen of the system, "Is it Yogel?"

[It's Superman. 】

The system beeped, 【He wants to visit the player's home! 】

"What happened?" Sisley asked blankly, "Didn't I talk to him at noon?"

She skillfully entered the dress-up page, switched to the dream witch's suit, thought about it, and changed to a more gorgeous dress.

This is a robe that seems to be sewn with light blue moonlight. There is even a small moonstone crown on the top of the head, which is quite suitable for the shiny staff in the dream witch's hand.

The purple-eyed girl riding the staff in the mirror is not the same as Sisley herself, lazy and unrestrained.

[Do players need to save this outfit? 】

The system routinely asked a question.

"No need." Sisley replied obediently after thanking her.

After confirming that the dress was correct, she switched to the Homeland homepage, made hot tea, and agreed to the visit request of the god on earth.

...

As soon as the consciousness of the god on earth woke up, he smelled the mellow aroma of black tea.

The dream witch is sitting on a white wicker chair, comfortably watching the gleaming column of tea from the magic teapot flowing down from a height.

The sunlight turned her long fair hair into beautiful golden threads, and her eyes a rich amethyst.

Compared with the lush French-style greenhouse when we met last time, Clark couldn't help noticing that there were more flowers blooming here, and light pink roses covered the walls of the glass greenhouse, adding more beauty to this dreamlike picture. color.

"You're here!"

Almost as soon as she noticed his presence, the blond girl broke away from that lazy look, and rushed towards him with jumps and jumps. When she was about to collide with him, she slammed on the brakes and stopped a meter in front of Superman place.

"........."

Clark felt dizzy and relieved at the same time in her shining smile.

"Your new robe looks great." Based on the experience of talking to the dream witch last time, he praised in accordance with human social etiquette, "It matches your staff very well."

"right?"

The dream witch was really useful. The girl raised her head and was praised, like a cat raised the tip of its tail, "I think so too!"

As she invited him to sit down, she asked, "Is there anything I can do for you? That friend of yours needs therapy?"

"He needs to," Clark reflexively said, "but not right now...uh."

The aroma of black tea entered his nose.

—————The blond girl pointed a finger, and the magic teapot floating in the air understood it, rushed over, and poured tea for Clark.

"I beg you, help me find my... a colleague."

The god of the world was silent for a while, and then whispered, "His state is very strange, so I fainted him, I don't know if you can, or are willing to—"

"------sure!"

The Dream Witch interrupted him very enthusiastically.

The purple-eyed girl's eyes were shining brightly in the sunlight. She motioned for him to drink tea, and pulled him to stand up.

"There are many ways this situation can be addressed."

Clark heard the Dream Witch say briskly, "We can locate him first, and then pull him over to have a look. You know—anyway, there are many ways. Let's go!"

Her white and slender fingers held his hand again.

Before Clark could put down his teacup, his legs were pulled off the ground by a sudden gust of wind, and the dream witch had already sat on her staff, dragging him to fly at high speed again.

"Tea table, keep up!"

In the wind, her voice was muffled and joyful.

Clark immediately felt that the small teacup in his hand was constantly twisting, and he couldn't grasp it, and the latter jumped out happily, reuniting with the teapot flying at high speed in the air, like a bird means a mother bird.

Rose petals also fluttered away as the dream witch passed by, and the bushes were also knocked by her to make a soft rattling sound, mixed with the clinking sound of the tableware trying to catch up with the owner, like a symphony in a dream.

Bathed in this rich fragrance of flowers, Clark was dragged all the way to the dream studio. The door closed behind him with a "snap", and the speed of the dream witch suddenly slowed down.

Clark was led by her, circled around the spot three times, and finally danced a lady's dance step in coordination with her, and finally stood still.

Beside him, the objects on the tea table also appeared in the dream studio exactly, they floated quietly, like faithful house elves.

"Please help yourself."

The dream witch lightly jumped off her staff, and when layers of robes and skirts fluttered, Clark had already skillfully avoided his sight.

"I'm going to locate the person you're looking for, and you can come if you want to visit."

Clark took a plate of red velvet cake from the tea table that kept coming towards him, and apologized at the speed of light while following her, "Then I will trouble you."

"It's ok."

The girl said with a good temper.

Completely different from the candlelight in the black tower, all the light sources here are warm and dreamy. When the god of the world followed her, the emotion he felt was only a touch of trust.

—————Same as last time, she took Clark straight through the exhibited shelves, and her small office area, and continued to the end of the corridor, standing in front of the huge machine they used last time .

Standing in front of this huge and graceful machine again, Clark couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

"Okay." The dream witch seemed to see his trance, and said with a smile, "The next thing needs your help."

"Please say."

Clark said immediately.

"In order to accurately locate the person you are looking for from all the dreams, I need you to provide at least one thing about him." The dream witch said seriously, "Anything is fine, but you need to have a deeper impression."

------impression?

The first image in the mind of the god on earth is the glorious image of Claude wearing a mask and handkerchief, covering himself into a baby bird.

He let that frame disappear from his mind, and gradually replaced it with the silver-rimmed glasses that his human male colleagues would push every ten minutes.

Clark closed his eyes slightly, "..."

As the golden light spot continued to rise, the glasses gradually appeared on the head of the god on earth, and slowly fell into Clark's palm with the last stroke of his outline.

"Thank you."

The dream witch leaned over and took the glasses from his hand, and threw them into the opening of the machine.

In an instant, the originally decent silver-rimmed glasses turned into a cloud of golden mist, which was completely swallowed up by the machine itself.

Those gears and chains glowed with copper-colored light, and began to change from slow to fast. When they started to work, the furnace mouth on the belly of the dream machine gradually opened, revealing the coordinate pointer made of metal.

Clark: "..."

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Superman was still amazed by the scene in front of him. The dream witch next to him took out a pair of gold-rimmed round-frame glasses at some point, put them on in a serious manner, and began to tap on the machine.

"If your friend is unconscious, it shouldn't be too difficult to find," she didn't look up, just chatting with him in this posture, "Because unconscious people will be teleported into the gray mist, after all, they don't have dreams, so they are more conspicuous. "

Seeing that Clark above her head was silent, she quickly looked up and laughed, "I know the concept of dreams has always been confusing... I mean, they don't have dreams, so I don't have to check other people's doors one by one. dream."

Sisley: *smiling*

"Do you eat lemon pie?" Clark heard the dream witch suddenly ask, "There is one on the table over there."

The named tea table was even more unstoppable and forced towards Clark.

"……thanks."

The god on earth had no choice but to accept this warm kindness and took a bite.

"found it."

Over the crackling of the sweet pastry, he heard the blond girl say, "Are you bringing him straight here? He won't be conscious."

"sorry to bother you."

Clark waited for the mouthful of apple pie to disappear out of nowhere before he said.

The girl uttered a meaningless monosyllable, and stretched out her hand to pull down the lever on the side of the machine.

"Pay attention to protecting your eyes."

She reminded suddenly.

In an instant, a burst of powerful golden light struck, stabbing Superman so hard that he couldn't open his eyes.

When the burst of light finally weakened, Clark stood up straight again and looked in the direction of the light.

A thin figure was standing there, and the dream witch looked up with interest like a tourist observing a statue.

"Is this your friend?" she asked.

Clark walked over, and his pupils constricted.

"........."

It was indeed a face he was familiar with, but it also seemed extremely strange.

—————Grey flocculent covered Claude's normal face, and even covered his eyes, as if spiders had woven countless nests on it.

More flocculent substances dangled on the body of the human male colleague, like insects about to break out of their cocoons.

"You're right," the Dream Witch murmured beside him, "He's really in a bad state."

"what are these?"

Clark asked with some difficulty.

The blond girl suddenly stretched out her hand, picked up a strand of sticky floc, and sent it to Clark.

"Curse it."

She whispered, "This looks like a curse. Has anyone made a deal with him... or with you?"

"------No."

Clark wanted to answer like this.

In the blink of an eye, Dr. Krishna's cold voice entered his eardrum again.

"You...don't have to pay the price."

"That kid is enough for you to ask one last question."

The god on earth heard himself asking.

"Can you figure out what the curse is?"

"Hmm." The Dream Witch responded quite readily, then pinched off another strand of floc, looked into the light, and looked inside.

"It seems to be a very ancient way of eating souls." She became serious and replied, "You did a good job, you can send him here immediately, as long as you remove all the flocs from his body; But for a short time at night," she asked suddenly, "did you see his eyes?"

Clark nodded silently.

"It's almost cocooning there. Once cocooning, the hardness of these flocs will not be destroyed even by me, and will continue to destroy his brain functions. In the end, his soul will disappear and be transmitted to the receiving soul. that side."

The dream witch's voice was very soft, but it still gave Superman a chill.