The end game [Zhongyingmei]

Clark Kent stood silently in his dream, looking at the blond girl in front of him who claimed to be a dream witch.

How could things have become like this... He was thinking a little bit blankly.

Superman is pretty sure that if the mysterious blond teenage girl is here to physically hurt him, then she's on the wrong idea.

But he didn't feel any malicious emotion from her body. The "uneasy" balloon in Clark's heart was pulled over lightly and then pushed back softly. Only he didn't know when, these hands would be replaced with one long needle.

"What are you worrying about?" The dream witch on the opposite side broke the silent air, tilted her head and looked at him, her eyes half-closed, her expression clouded.

"…………"

Superman looked at her, the corners of his lips pursed tightly, still maintaining an impeccable silence.

It didn't beat the blonde's sudden enthusiasm, either.She staggered to her feet, waved her cane, and made a long proclamation to him, then turned and walked towards the sun.

"Don't be afraid, this is just a dream. You don't know me, and I don't know you very much except that you had a bad dream."

She twittered for a long time by herself, jumped up and down for a while, and found that he hadn't followed, and turned her head to look for him again.

"Don't be afraid, this is your dream, sit here quickly. Do you like the sun?"

The dream witch smiled, a bit distressed and indulgent, like an ordinary person being scratched when carrying a stray cat to a rescue station.

Clarke had seen that look before, because it had been on his face, on his heart before.

This too-young dream witch is carrying a purple skirt, the hem of which swirls like a blooming morning glory, dotted with twinkling stars.

"………thanks."

Clark looked at her for a while, but followed her.

Following her example, Clark tentatively sat down.But he prudently didn't sit in the seat he was assigned, being too close to the blond girl, but chose another distance that he thought was appropriate.

The dream witch looked at him with her chin resting, her eyes seemed to have a bright fire.

"You seem to be a fairly strong person, with a brave, kind and just soul, and a fairly firm vow in your heart, not only what others ask, but also a part of your own collection yourself."

The girl said softly, "Well...so I can't understand that with such a personality, you shouldn't avoid me like a snake; after you wake up from the dream, you can tear me in half."

Her eyes moved quite bluntly from the broad shoulders of the man opposite him to his ape arms, including his strong neck, his muscular chest, and finally back again, looking straight into Superman's blue eyes.

"No, I'm not going to tear you in two."

Clark was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.

After being blown a rainbow fart with words and eyes, even Kryptonians cannot resist this honest admiration and praise without personal distractions.

"You have to know..." The girl lazily blew the hair on her forehead, and then leaned back on her cane, "I only saw your face in some people's dreams, but it doesn't mean I know you .”

"...seeing my face in a nightmare?"

Clark asked back rather uncertainly.

"No, sometimes it's a beautiful dream." The dream witch laughed "haha" and almost slipped off her cane. "Modern people are quite enthusiastic and bold."

"And what about nightmares?"

Clark insisted.

The blond girl sat up straight, restraining her smile just now.

Sisley stared at Superman's expression, and his eyelashes, smudged gold by the glare.She gripped the scepter tightly, feeling the strange output of magic power in this body, until the stars connected in front of her eyes, allowing her to see certain pictures clearly.

From Clark's point of view, the blond girl's eyes were blank for a while.

Faint spots of light floated out from her staff, resembling moonlight divided into small pieces; after a while, the girl herself suddenly came back to her senses, she put away the staff and reused it for supporting her body .

"It's so strange." She tilted her head, "Many people are afraid that you will destroy the city and become a peerless thug without emotion."

Even after hearing such an answer, Superman's expression remained calm.He neither refuted the "no emotion" nor defended the "peerless thug".

"Let's not talk about them." The dream witch also quickly changed the subject, "I will visit them later, but the problem now is you. In today's nightmare, what did you see?"

"...I saw an unusual power."

This time, Superman finally answered.

His palms rested on his knees, tightened and spread out, and Sisley silently watched his performance without making a sound.

Sisley: *guilt*

The dream witch rested her scepter on the void, resting her chin next to the huge crescent jewel.

Clark was looking at her, but he didn't focus this look on her. Those blue eyes, which were as clear as the sky, showed a calm and cautious look for the first time.

"Huh?" The dream witch on the opposite side uttered a meaningless monosyllable.

"I can also cause the destructive power he caused, but what disturbs me is his behavior of destroying the world at will." Superman explained, "He is very strong and has abilities that I can't imagine."

Sisley: *extremely guilty*

These are descriptions and descriptions that sound quite familiar. They are so familiar that Sisley feels that she has definitely been passed by a virtual human body at a certain moment. Such a quite (...) memory.

Gabriel, faux pas, aftermarket crematorium.

"after……"

Superman, ignorant of the thoughts swirling in the blond girl's little head, continued, "I have come into contact with some visions by coincidence. In those visions, he destroyed my planet, my loved friends and relatives, and I everything of."

His voice is low.

"again and again."

Sisley: *super invincible geoduck spiral guilt*

She imagined that scene, and thought it was a bit too beautiful.

Superman followed Gabriel's breath to the copy, and was directly seamlessly connected by the illusion to the archangel destroying the earth, which is still an infinite replay version.

As far as the illusion is concerned, Sisley has only experienced it once, and that time is enough for her to hate the illusion from now on... She tried to outline what the infinite replay version would look like, and couldn't help shivering.

"so poor."

Clark heard the dream witch on the opposite side speak in a rather pitiful tone.

Clark who somehow felt like he was being treated as a stray cat:?

Although he didn't know why, he smiled like a big dog, indicating that he had received care, and then continued.

"After I came out of the illusion, I started to have these nightmares repeatedly."

"Let's not talk about whether the other party has such malice," Sisley said to herself, "You also have enough power to stop him, don't you?"

"...that's what it is," replied Superman. "I'd love to go, but there's a section of the public that won't be happy to see what I'm doing."

Perhaps in the dream, influenced by the subconscious, what Superman said became extraordinarily straightforward and concise.

"Like a trolley problem?"

Sisley answered.

"Yes." Clark replied, "I can't be indifferent, but so, sometimes, the one person who is alone will die in the process of making my choice, so the remaining four..." He didn't finish.

Sisley looked at him quietly, without interrupting his sudden desire to talk.

His eyes are still bright, his shoulders are still broad and firm, but this person whose soul is as shining as gold, also at this moment, has an extra feeling of loneliness.

"Sometimes, I'm also very tired and disappointed with myself..." Clark blinked slowly to get rid of the sudden dryness, and said in a low voice, "Usually a good night's sleep can solve these moods, But there are times when I come home and I still feel like, this was a really bad day."

The tall man arched his back, a strand of black hair slid down and rested on his eyelids, like a big dog licking its wounds alone in a den.

Sisley began to think about whether she should say something, and finally kept silent wisely.

"But I met a friend." Sure enough, after a while, Superman quickly adjusted his mood again, his tone became calm, and he smiled unconsciously, "In terms of double-faced identities, he is better than me. More thorough and firmer."

Sisley was listening seriously, when she suddenly found out that her old father was being cueed, she (...) woke up.

It turned out that she and Superman also had so many bonds without knowing it.jpg

"Hmm." The Dream Witch continued with the monosyllable "I'm listening" but nothing else.

"There have been many times where his determination has also saved me, physically and mentally."

Clark showed his warm smile with white teeth for the first time in the dream, "Since he and the rest of my companions appeared in my life, although I still feel lonely from time to time, I am no longer alone."

Sisley: *Although I don't understand what happened, I'm almost dazzled by his smile and beauty*

"Companion." The blond girl nodded with a dreamy expression, "That's great."

"I also want to meet some companions," Clark heard the dream witch on the opposite side complain lazily, "but I am the only dream witch in this world, and human beings always leave quickly, or stop dreaming, even if I am the one who collects all the golden dreams, silver dreams, and even the copper dreams, a lot of things are still wasted every day, just like—”

The girl caught Clark's puzzled eyes, and said a metaphor casually, "It's like seeing your boss standing in front of the cash shredder on the day you were paying wages."

Newspaper reporter Clark: *arrows in the mouth*

"Ah." He also let out a meaningless monosyllabic exclamation.

"You're about to wake up." The dream witch looked at him with a subtle expression of sympathy, and suddenly laughed.

She stood up, patted the dust-free skirt, and handed Clark her hand; the latter was taken aback for a moment, then handed her hand too, Xuxu was pulled by her to stand up.

"Thank you for giving me your nightmare." The blond girl stretched out her two slender arms and tried to shake his hand, "You have provided excellent help to the peaceful subconscious of mankind."

"..." Superman couldn't help laughing.

The dream witch may have understood his indifferent expression, she touched it from under the hem of the skirt, Clark turned his eyes away, and in the next second she pressed a cold glass jar to his face.

"Look."

Stubbornly, the girl stepped on the road, raised the glass jar high, and gently touched Clark's cheek.

Superman stretched out his palm and touched her waist slightly, seeing that she didn't intend to fall, he put his hand down.

Inside the jar, a dark cloud-like thing was swirling and sinking, which didn't look very good, like something that would appear in a sewer pipe.

"This is just a simple nightmare with no offensive power." Sisley explained intimately to Clark, who couldn't bear to look directly at him, "I'll show you the real scary nightmare when I catch it."

"Will we meet again?" Clark asked.

"Hmm." The blond girl pondered for a while, then suddenly lifted her skirt to look for something.Superman turned his head away quickly, until a cold vial was placed in his palm.

"what is this?"

Looking at the golden, shimmering pills inside, he couldn't help but ask.

"These are beacon stations dyed by good dreams. As long as you eat a piece, I can lock you in the world and come to you to play again."

The dream witch waved the moon stick and smiled sweetly at him.

"If you do know how to take it, I'll refill the pills next time I come."

Superman didn't say anything, and the blond girl didn't pay much attention to it, smoothing her skirt rather smartly.

"Okay." Under Clark's gaze, she looked up at the dark universe and the brighter and brighter stars, and said softly.

"Goodbye, we must meet again."

…………

Clark woke up suddenly.

The alarm clock is on his bedside table, silently displayed in fluorescent colors, it is only less than [-]:[-], the window is still dark, and there is still a little bit of chill in the morning.

However, in his hands, there is nothing colder than those.

Clark took his hands out of the covers.

He saw a small bottle containing golden pills in his palm.