The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Strands of flocs were pulled from Claude's body by the dream witch's slender fingertips, turned into a cloud of turbid mist, and then disappeared into the void.

As the flocs were pulled out less and less, Claude's face recovered slightly, but his pale cheeks were still bloodless, and the circle of gray flocs completely wrapped his pupils, like a blind man's headband.

"........."

The god on earth looked worriedly at his human male colleague several times, and pursed his lips tightly.

As if seeing Clark's uneasiness waiting beside him, the blond girl turned her head, her purple eyes were clear and gentle, and reassured him again.

"He'll be all right, it's just a sticky little trouble. Would you like some more tea?"

————— Facing her gaze, Clark found himself unable to say "no".

He nodded, and a white rattan chair sneaked up to his side, like a creeping cat, beckoning him to sit on it.

When Superman sat down firmly, the tea table quickly rushed in front of him, carrying a table of rich and attractive afternoon tea. As the teapot jumped into the air by itself, the tea began to flow high again. Under the dim and warm lights of the working room, it was like a jungle Glittering brook.

The dream witch was not far away from him, circling the statue-like Claude intently, finding the right moment from time to time, and pinching down a ray of unsuspecting curse.

The girl's beautiful figure is wrapped under the radiant robe, like a mysterious butterfly, but full of vitality and power than a butterfly.

"I met someone."

Clark looked at her silhouette and said suddenly.

The blond girl let out a "hmm", straightened up, stood on tiptoes, and pulled another wisp of floc from the top of Claude's head.

"I think he cast a curse."

The teacup in his hand was warm, but Clark felt cold all over.

The dream witch over there suddenly stopped, looked seriously into Superman's blue eyes, and waited for his next words.

————— Bathed in her eyes, it seems that telling what happened is not so scary anymore.

“When the guy was hypnotizing me,” Clarke recalls, “it said things like, ‘That guy around you is enough for you to ask one last question.’”

The dream witch pressed down her round gold-rimmed glasses, carefully looked at the obviously broken and dissipated blessings of feathers on Superman's body, and sighed silently.

Superman's physique is like catnip, except that what he attracts is not the furry cat sauce, but the countless chaotic evils in the darkness.

"You have a broken prayer on your body." The blond girl decided to choose a simpler aspect to inform, "I saw the breath of children from above——this is what they gave you."

She said this without beginning or end, but Clark paused and suddenly understood what she meant.

"...they protected me?" he asked uncertainly.

"Ah."

The dream witch responded, and continued to turn back, took an overly long floc from Claude, and watched it slowly turn into ashes.

Seeing that Clark was still in a dream, the dream witch kindly explained.

"You may not feel strongly about this, but they must have reminded you more or less, especially in the face of contracts that are sufficiently confusing. Of course, due to the instability of power, these feel like Someone pinches you, or tugs on your sleeve—it's nothing to be afraid of."

Clark:? ? ?

K. was directly awakened by the pain. La. was stirred in his mind by Kryptonite II. K. slowly made a weak, pitiful and helpless question mark.

"Maybe I'm just too sensitive to the concept of pain."

Unable to understand, Superman muttered and skipped the topic, "What are you doing now?"

"In—" the blond girl struggled, "find one—ah, here!"

The dream witch lifted the hem of her skirt, revealing the layers of lace skirt underneath. Clark turned his eyes skillfully, while silently blushing for a while.

However, the former didn't notice his embarrassment at all, but looked at the things in his hands with a rather appreciative gaze.

"Scissors."

Clark heard the dream witch speak concisely.

Compared to her slightly petite stature, this huge golden scissors looked like some terrible weapon in her hands.

However, the purple-eyed girl picked it up without any pressure, as if the golden scissors, which were half her height, were just a pair of small wings that could fly by themselves.

"Would you like to come and see? I can't tear apart this cocooning thing by myself."

Noticing his gaze, she greeted him kindly, "It's like cutting a cicada chrysalis, it's fun! Have you ever cut a cicada chrysalis in real life?"

"No."

Clark said the truth, put down his teacup, and walked to her side.

Manipulating the huge scissors, the Dream Witch smiled, and let the blades of the scissors get closer and closer to Claude's pale cheeks, until finally, the soft skin of the conscious body sank under the external force.

————— With a "click", the scissors fell decisively.

As the dream witch's hand lifted and fell, this relatively thick large piece of floc slowly fell downwards, like a hair tie that was let go, and disappeared completely in the void in an instant.

When the purple-eyed girl put the scissors back under the magic skirt, the god next to him finally found his use.

——————He came to the human male colleague and helped to tear off the residual gray calluses attached to his face until the stubborn mist on it no longer existed, and Claude's face gradually recovered The blood color that a normal human should have.

"Congratulations, the patient's operation was successful!" The dream witch joked with him, "Now, you can take the patient back."

Clark smiled in cooperation, then withdrew that smile, and said solemnly.

"This time, thank you so much."

The distance was so close that the god on earth could see clearly, and a helpless smile flashed in the rich purple eyes of the dream witch.

"You saved him, I just provided a little help, time is what he really needs." She paused, and comforted the dejected big golden retriever, "You did a good job."

Clark wanted to say something more, but the boundary of the dream had already begun to shake and melt. He began to fly higher and higher, and the color of the dream studio itself was also rapidly disappearing. Only the blond girl remained firmly in this world.

"see you later!"

She waved her hand happily and made a farewell gesture, "I'm glad to see you! Your colleague won't remember anything, and when he wakes up, he will have nothing to do—"

"........."

The figure of the dream witch turned into a dot on the horizon, and Clark suddenly opened his eyes.

Not far from him, the human male colleague lying on the ground bounced slightly, sat up, and began to rub the back of his neck painfully.

"My neck..." Clark heard the pain of his human male colleague, "What happened...?"

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The little angel and the little devil fought in their hearts for two seconds, and as usual, the little angel won the game.

Clark decided to be honest, "I chopped it off, because you were in a very bad state at the time. Ever since that doctor said that, you've been a little—"

The human male colleague stopped rubbing his neck for a few seconds.

Clark swears that he saw "frightened" in the other person's micro-expression.

"Thank you for not cutting off my neck completely," Claude said sincerely, "Now I finally have the real feeling of 'living is a gift'."

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Claude appreciated it, and the human male colleague stood up, recovered his polite state within three seconds, and stretched out his hand to push the crooked glasses back to their normal position.

However, while making this series of movements, he almost tripped over the books on the ground, so he had to look up at the inside of the tower for two or three seconds.

"Clark, have you ever thought of something?"

The brain started to spin again, and Claude asked suddenly.

The god on earth turned his head in some puzzlement, and met the cold eyes of his human male colleague and the cheeks that had returned to blood.

He saw the latter maintaining the posture he had just stood up to, and asked in a low voice.

"If the entire laboratory is shaped like an ant nest, and we have found their nursery, granary, and rest area," Claude took a light breath, "then, where is the queen?"

For a moment, Clark was puzzled by the question.

【The expectant female who was dragging her body around in the lab before】——he just wanted to say this when he realized the seriousness of the problem.

"While they still lay eggs, those are not queens."

The face of the god on earth gradually turned grim, following Claude's thoughts, "And if they are not the queen ant, the real thing that represents a group and its production capacity is this black tower ?”

Claude's answer was also rather light.

"Yes." The voice of the human male colleague is weak, I don't know if it is because of the relationship that is still recovering, "I think so. To use a little exaggeration, we are in the belly of the queen ant, observing the scene inside her .”

"Let's go up."

As soon as he finished speaking, Clark decided softly.

The god on earth looked up at the spire that even super vision could not reach, trying to observe what was on it.

"There's nothing worse than hell anyway."

Claude next to him saw Clark's hesitation at a glance. The foot of the human male colleague pointed to the poor man who was being dragged by five devils on the ground, pointing out something.

The human male colleague was the first to step up the spiral staircase on the side, and touched it curiously. Clark finally got the time to glance at the communicator.

Clark:!

——————The sand table map of Wayne Mansion he sent to Bruce was finally [read], and there was even a reply immediately after it.

[... Where did you see it? ——BW]

Clark quickly typed to reply to all the knowledge except the dream witch. When describing Dr. Krishna, the god of the world hesitated a little, but still sent the original first impression, trying to remind Batman that he met this person Avoid it quickly.

————— It was a young man with a beautiful appearance, but for some reason, he looked quite scary.

...

On the other side of the screen, Batman was silent for a few minutes.

After a long time, he called up the previous day's surveillance, cut a picture of the face of the king of hell who suddenly appeared in the fountain, and sent it to the god on the other side of the connector.

【like this? ——BW]

...

Clark, who was looking at the communicator, gradually stopped the speed and amplitude of wagging his tail: ...

Clark:? ? ?