The end game [Zhongyingmei]

"God, now I really want to throw up."

Claude's throat instinctively slid up and down, and he exhaled weakly, his face still grim.

"..."

Clark couldn't help noticing that goosebumps had formed on the exposed arms of his human male colleague.

———————From Claude's perspective, the blue eyes of the god of the world are also a little gloomy. He pursed his lips tightly, looking like he was going to tear the piece of paper in his hand.

"Let's go on, I'm rested."

The human male colleague thoughtfully pretended that he didn't see it, straightened his body, and said in his usual voice.

Clark nodded silently.

The poisonous fog had dissipated, and he motioned to Claude to hold his breath, and carried the latter quickly over the steps like a cat, and gently put the human male colleague back to the ground.

"……Wow."

Claude's eyes unconsciously flicked to one of the reliefs of the black tower, and he froze obviously.

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Clark followed his gaze and looked over there.

"That... seems to have something too."

The human male colleague said hesitantly.

—————Looking at the relief, the god on earth understood why he suddenly stumbled.

On the relief, five grown men are cutting a thin human figure into several pieces. The young man's head is covered with blood, with only a trace of skin remaining, shrugging on his shoulders, and his immature face is full of despair.

One of the adult men was reaching out to the young man's eye socket, as if he wanted to take out his only remaining eyeball.

——————In the corner of the picture, a round ball with closed lines is lying there quietly, which is the same material as the black cylinder.

"I'll get it."

There is no need for Claude to say anything, Clark immediately said in a deep voice.

He took a step forward and let his body block the mural to ensure that Claude would not see it. Then he reached out and gently pinched the young man's eyeball on the relief to remove it.

The god on earth exerted a little force on his palm, and the mysterious black stone material was silently shattered into powder in his palm. He took out the contents and handed it to Claude who was standing aside.

"........."

The human male colleague first glanced at Clark gratefully, then lowered his eyes, and pushed down his glasses as a cover.

Unlike the previous letter paper, what is hidden in this black ball is just a card.

"Modern craftsmanship, obviously," Claude analyzed, "This should be written by a young boy to his fiancée. Uh..."

Clark leaned over, glanced over the shoulder of his human male colleague, and caught a glimpse of the content on the card.

【Words cannot express how much I love you, Eliza, I thank God every moment in my heart for allowing me to meet you and to be honest with you...Let's meet again, just this Saturday, I can't help myself imagining the moment your name changes from Eliza Rickman to Eliza Hassell. 】

—————— This should have been just a private letter from a sweet couple, if there were no darkened blood and tears on this card.

Claude took a short breath and turned the card over.

On it, someone used black ink to cover the blue ink of the original signature, and the neat print was densely covered with the slightly rough handwriting of the young man.

【thanks for treatment. 】

[When tearing up his fiancée, the expression on this guy's face is really interesting. 】

[When his first eyeball was cut out, he still cried and called his mother. 】

[After half a year, the feeling of emotion finally flowed into the blood vessels... The devil cares how the two of them survived under such conditions. 】

[It would be great if I could do it again. 】

[I will definitely come again. 】

———————These words are gathered together, as if human beings signed their feelings about the meal from the message board after eating in the restaurant.

Clark: "..."

The god on earth looked at those disgusting words, his expression gradually turned cold.

"These disgusting bastards."

Claude gritted his teeth and cursed, "A group of things that have completely lost their moral bottom line."

His words were like a lead to Superman, and Clark suddenly raised his head, staring carefully at the cameo he had only briefly glanced at.

The super vision allowed the God of Earth to find the abnormality in the relief within a second.

In the arms of the young man who fell to the ground, he was actually holding something covertly. The silhouette of the woman's half face overlapped with his body line, like a rough shadow line carved, but once found, it was hard to ignore that Silhouette of half face.

—————It was the torn head of his fiancée.

"...Is what you're looking at now what I'm looking at?"

Claude stood beside Clark, looked up at the relief, and asked in a low voice.

The god on earth took a deep breath.

"I think so," he said finally.

"According to the two clues we got, this..." the human male colleague was silent for a moment, "...should have happened after [The Great Cataclysm] population decline has stabilized, and those who survived began to actively explore the surrounding area , they tasted the sweetness."

"When this kind of killing game occurs," Clark said with gloomy eyes and a calm tone, "it's usually not an isolated case."

———————Plus it is also specially displayed here, like an "excellent" exhibit in this hell museum.

Claude lowered his head, put the card and the diary paper into the black cylinder, then raised his head again, and took a last look at the lifelike face of the young man full of horror and despair on the relief.

"Before they found him, he and his fiancée survived the [catastrophe] for some unknown reason, and I think this information is important, Clark."

The god on earth nodded and agreed with Claude's point of view.

"There is an essential difference between this couple and those people," Clarke continued to analyze sharply, even with some physical discomfort when he said these words, "...they were deeply attached to each other until their death. Loving, not 'numb' or 'uncaring' as described in the previous paper."

Superman and his human male colleague looked at each other, more or less dazed.

"Let's keep going up, there will be more information."

Clark patted the shoulder of his human male colleague and said softly.

"You're right, Clark."

Claude took a short breath.

...

"So, 001, before the game starts, I have a few questions I want to ask you."

Dr. Krishna whispered without looking back as he pulled on latex gloves.

"........."

Sisley raised her eyes and looked in his direction.

"Do you like the world over there?"

The young doctor turned around and looked at her with dark and indifferent eyes.

"like."

Sisley thought for a while, then nodded.

Krishna asked softly.

"why?"

"Because this side of the world can only make me feel miserable and unhappy."

In his gaze, the girl with black hair and blue eyes blurted out the answer.

The young doctor looked at her for a while, but didn't speak.

"Do you know what my full name is, 001?"

He suddenly asked in a very calm tone.

This question came so suddenly, Sisley shook her head.

Krishna smiled.

————— Sisley almost had an illusion, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, as if the mask of the nobleman was broken, revealing the true face behind.

However, when she stared at him, he quickly restrained the expression in his eyes and regained his composure.

"A surname is not a superfluous syllable after the first name. In fact, before birth, everyone's fate has been determined by the surname. Every struggle is just getting deeper and deeper in the web of fate..."

The young doctor said as if chatting, his dark eyes glanced at Sisley's face, "Do you think so?"

"will not."

Sisley replied subconsciously.

"I can."

Krishna smiled.

His voice was very soft, but Sisley heard that it was quite firm and unchangeable.

"What about the other... people in the lab, where are they?"

She was silent for a few seconds and changed the subject.

"Most of them died with the abandonment of the laboratory, only a few are still alive."

Krishna answered quickly, his dark eyes flickering slightly.

"........."

Sisley froze all over.

Looking at her expression, the young doctor laughed loudly, as if he had read a wonderful joke.

"Everything we have failed, 001." He said in an inexplicably relaxed tone, "After you escaped, all the laboratories here were forced to stop production, and the laboratories in the other world were constantly destroyed. Tried to bring you back several times, but you always slipped through my fingers, and time will not wait for me."

——————The chills crawled down Sisley's back to the back of her neck, and she was completely frozen in place, watching the young doctor approach step by step until he stopped beside her.

"The most important thing is," Krishna didn't care about her defense, he continued softly, "I made a fatal mistake in my prediction. .”

"……what?"

Sisley said dryly.

Dr. Krishna's completely icy fingertips hooked the diamond bracelet on her wrist and looked at it with interest.

"There is a guy whose power is completely beyond ordinary people, sneaked into the main laboratory together with that damned experimental product," the young doctor said in a low voice, "That guy is quite in the way."

————Superman?

Sisley's brain was running fast, and that unbelievable conjecture suddenly came to the tip of her tongue.

"I think you must have guessed who it is?"

After examining her expression carefully, Krishna asked with a hint of amused expression.

Sisley lowered her eyes, "..."

"It's Superman, yes."

Dr. Krishna's answer confirmed her suspicions.

"When I found him and that experimental subject, he was still wearing that classic red cape. It's really hard for me not to recognize him."

——————A rather terrifying emotion flashed in the doctor's eyes, as if the flames of hell were burning in them.

After a pause, he said quietly.

"Do you know what I'm thinking, 001, when I watch him defend that experimental product like that?"

"You hate him?"

Sisley hid her unhappiness and spoke as calmly as possible.

"Everyone who survived the Cataclysm hated him, 001," said the young Doctor quietly. "Not just him, but all superheroes."

Krishna lost his usual smile, as if the devil had dropped its disguise.

——————His tone was very light, but full of coldness and murderous intent, enough to make anyone who heard it tremble.

"You know it's not their fault."

At the risk of angering him, Sisley lowered her eyes and said softly.

Krishna responded by giving her an indifferent look.

"Maybe," he said softly, "but we can't blame fate without hating them."

...

Clark: *Ah Chirp! *

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"What's the matter, Clark? You look a little uneasy."

The human male colleague noticed his movement and asked him a question with concern.

"I was just thinking about the doctor."

Clark answered Claude's question as he walked up the stairs.

That stranger—that is, Dr. Krishna’s every move is full of malice. He is more cruel and indifferent than any super villain the gods have ever seen. It seems that the bottom line in front of him can be torn apart at any time blank paper.

—————— Because of this, Clark paid a little attention to the "flowers" and "miracles" that Dr. Krishna mentioned before.

To be praised by malicious people is sometimes more terrible than to be hated by them.

"There's another one here." Claude pointed to another relief on the wall, which brought Clark back to his senses, "I don't think I can reach this one, Clark, you have to—"

"no problem."

Clark responded immediately.

The god of the world suspended in mid-air with a light tap of his toes. He frowned slightly, approached the relief that was enough to make any normal person sick, and took out the black container with airtight lines.

This time the container was a square box, and Clark slid one of the plates open, pouring the contents of the box into his palm.

The god of the world fell into a tactical silence, "..."

"...God, what the hell is that?"

Claude, who was standing on the sidelines and watching from a distance, opened his mouth and asked Clark the question that hit the soul.

Several cropped CT photos of the human body appeared in Clark's palm, and the stacked case reports were also among them.

[Rapid calcification of the body: accompanied by atrophy of the emotional area of ​​the brain. 】

Printed in black ink in the margins of the case report, it looked like a doctor's journal.

[Volunteer 01: male, 40 years old, widowed in early years, no bad habits. 】

[The first day of volunteer observation: everything is normal. 】

[Volunteer mood: panic. 】

[Day [-]: Began to appear in a trance, sluggishness and other phenomena. 】

[Day 58: Calcification of the body occurred, and exposure to sunlight accelerated the process. After one hour and [-] minutes, the volunteer died. 】

[Volunteer 02: female, 15 years old, mother died three hours ago, no bad habits. 】

[The first day of volunteer observation: everything is normal. 】

【Volunteer emotions: Sadness, despair, full of longing for mother. 】

[The second day of volunteer observation: everything is normal. 】

[The first week of volunteer observation: everything is normal. 】

[The volunteers did not show any abnormalities during the three weeks of observation, and no physical abnormalities were found after the autopsy. 】

At the end of the case sheet, the doctor wrote a sentence.

——————【We seem to have found some kind of right direction. 】

"No matter how many times, I have to say," Claude looked at the case sheet, pale, and made a vomiting expression, "everyone in this world is 100% scum."

Clark: "..."

While he felt inexplicably happy for the precise complaints made by his human male colleagues, he also felt deep sadness for all the victims.

"I see the fourth."

Superman didn't comment on the case sheets in his hands, but handed them to Claude, motioning for the human male colleague to take them away, and then went up a few steps, and reached out to take down another black container hidden in the relief.

"Wait, Clark, did you notice the difference in this relief?"

Claude suddenly reminded.

——————Actually, Clark has already noticed the abnormality of this relief without the need for a human male colleague.

Compared with all the pure black surroundings, this relief began to turn into light gray, and it was also the only relief that did not contain any bloody scenes.

In the center of the picture stands a little baby with a sweet smile on its cheeks and a small flower in its fleshy hand.

And it was this light gray flower-shaped container that the god of the world took down.

Right now, Clark crushed this rare and warm-looking little flower with one hand, and poured out the contents.

Clark: ...!

A retro blue bow fell from the sky, and was firmly held in the hands of the gods before landing.

"Bowknot hairpin?" Claude asked in confusion, "How could this kind of thing appear here?"

Compared to everything else, the bow looks old and doesn't have bright colors anymore; even so, it's normal enough to be out of place with everything here.

—————No blood, no smell of the dead, nothing.

"........."

Even though he was rather bewildered, God Among Us took a picture of the bow and sent it to Batman, as he had done with everything he had found before.

"Is there anything else on the bow?"

The human male colleague came over and asked in a low voice.

Supervision retrieved the entire bow in that split second, and Clark turned it satin over, taking a look at the inner fabric.

"You're right, there's something here."

He tapped the black ink stain with his fingertips, "There is a word written on it, although it is a bit blurred, it can still be recognized——"

Having said this, Clark suddenly stopped.

"What was written on it?"

Claude saw at a glance that his expression was wrong, and turned to ask Clark.

The god on earth looked down at the words on it, and it took him a long time to answer this question.

"Perfect gift."

"They call something a little girl used a boon?"

The human male colleague didn't react for a while, and repeated it twice, "The thing the little girl used... a gift? Why——"

Clark watched as Claude's eyes froze, and his expression went blank for a moment.

At this moment, 002's [Mind Reading] is finally online.

"...001?"

All the information he had seen in the laboratory before poured in, and those records about 001's suffering flooded into Clark's mind. Compared with the sweet smiling baby relief on the black tower, Clark couldn't help but stand on end.

"........."

In Clark's line of sight, the face of the human male colleague on the opposite side was also as pale as paper, obviously thinking of the same level as Superman.

With the continuous combination of these information, the god of the world first put forward a conjecture.

"That is to say, after the cataclysm, when the survivors did not absorb enough emotion, they would be calcified by some mysterious force into a mummy that would shatter when touched, and they would also become real adults. The reason is still unknown. "

"And those kids——all the test subjects——" Claude looked like he wanted to speak.

"———is the candy that guarantees they won't starve to death."

The god on earth said with difficulty.