[Comprehensive Yingmei] Push the boss to do things

metropolis.

Leo knew the world wasn't real, it was too good to be true.

Alyssa brought him to the Metropolis more than a decade ago, and they settled at Constable Bush's, then moved out as adults.Under the guidance of Alisa, Leo gradually realizes that he is not a game character, and he has acquired the superpower of the "Bad Sword" in the game.

But it doesn't matter whether he has superpowers or not, he is just him.

He became a colleague of Bush and became a policeman.

It wasn't until Superman appeared that Leo inexplicably wanted to shoot him down, which confirmed the subtle disorder in this world.

The world is not real, at least not entirely.

But some kind of wonderful premonition kept him from exploring further.

He probably knows why.

There is something in this world that he can't let go of. If the lies here are exposed, then he will lose something.

And this Jason Stricker is the key to breaking the lie.

Leo looked at Alisa.

Alyssa met his gaze indulgently and encouragingly.

He looked again at Jason Stricker, who had just straightened his nose.

"Do you want to be beaten again?" Leo asked eagerly.

Although I know it's not good to beat up a stranger I met for the first time, but as long as I'm happy, it's okay if it's not good.

That's what Alisa taught him.

"...No, Leo," the brown-haired man reluctantly rubbed the bridge of his nose, "you have to come with me."

"No." Leo gave the answer before thinking.

He was stunned after speaking.

Why is he so thoughtless and decisive?It stands to reason that he should be more cautious and meticulous, like... like a mercenary who has experienced many battles.

This is not normal, he has not used superpowers in the outside world, let alone fights skillfully, how could he have too much experience?

Leo knew that the lie was running out of steam.

He was not sure, he looked at Alisa beside him in some confusion.

"... Lisa," he whispered, asking for advice from his family.

The brave and tenacious Alisa will always be Leo's backbone.

"Do what you want, Leo." Alyssa encouraged him.

"But, but..." Leo had a hard time describing his feelings, they were in a mess, and no one could convince anyone, "What I want to do is not what I should do."

He didn't know what he wanted to do, he didn't know what he should do, but that's how he got there.

He doesn't want to leave, but he should.

What are you doing leaving?Crack a lie that you don't know what it is, and come back?

"You're too vague for me to give good advice, Leo, but..." Alicia looked at him gently and calmly. "Do you wonder what's in New York?"

Leo had been looking at New York a lot lately, but neither of them knew why.

New York?New York doesn't matter.Leo thought a little annoyed.The important thing is why it doesn't rain in New York!

Inexplicably, he began to blame the weather again.

No, blame Superman.he thinks.

"...I want to go and see." Finally, Leo replied.

"Go ahead, Leo, and come back after having fun," Alyssa said with a smile. "I just have a date with Jack."

"You, you..." Leo said with some hesitation.

He didn't finish his sentence.

He believes that Alyssa knows what he wants to express, after all, it is really difficult for Leo to express his feelings clearly.

"Don't worry," Alisa said, giving the now taller youth a hug. "Even if I'm with Jack, we're still family. We've always been."

"...you promise," Leo said.

He hugged Alyssa tightly with some grievances.

"Well, I promise, Leo." Alyssa promised.

"If you and Jack don't have each other, forget about me." Leo asked again.

"...I've been watching you, Leo," Alicia said, "and I'm sure Jack is too."

"you said."

"Well, I said that."

Metropolis, streets at night.

Leo walked quickly on the road, as if trying to shake off some haunting ghost.

"Leo," Jason Stricker trotted to keep up with him, "you just walked all the way to New York—are you really going to New York?"

"You're long-winded, Stryker," Leo said indifferently.

He just wanted to stay away from this man with different eyes.

"Oh...I'm not used to you calling it that." Jason Stricker pursed his lips in embarrassment, but he sped up his feet and moved in front of Leo to stop him.

Leo paused in displeasure and met the man's gaze.

"Then what do I call you? Jason? We're not that close, I don't even know you," Leo said.

His tone was aggressive, with unfounded, suppressed anger.

"I'm not used to this title even more." The man commented.

"I don't know what to call you, stranger," Leo said irritably.

"You know, you've always known," Jason Stricker said, the man thought for a while, and suddenly thought of something, his expression lit up and he clapped his fists, "Why don't I miss you?"

Leo froze for a moment.

That day, Leo recalled the fear of being crushed by a psychic, and the complete shame of being pitted.

"Idiot 143, don't suffer from me!" He yelled, not even knowing what he was yelling.

Then he delivered a knee kick to the stomach of the man he had just punched.

As a good law-abiding citizen, Leo has absolutely no guilt.

"Uh..." Jason Stricker took a few steps back clutching his stomach in pain, "Do you remember?"

"You don't know?" Leo asked back.

143 never has to ask anyone what he wants to know.

He generally likes to go straight to the head.

"I don't dare to use my ability on you anymore." The man smiled wryly, looking hypocritical and righteous.

"Oh, that's fine." Leo moved his joints. "The punch just now seemed to remind me of something. Let's continue. Maybe I can remember something more."

"...can you change the method?" Jason Stricker asked with a bitter face.

"No." Leo replied with fierce eyes.

"..."

Leo beat up No. 143 in the streets of Metropolis at night.

Leo, who was refreshed after beating someone, stretched his tired limbs in the cool night wind, and with the satisfaction of finally beating someone, reluctantly complied with No. 143's wishes, and turned the topic back on track.

"Is it the real you that I'm beating up here?" Leo asked innocently, blinking.

No. 143, who was covered in injuries and fell to the ground and couldn't get up, said nothing.

Leo looked directly into those golden and blue eyes, waiting for an answer.

"...It can be said that," No. 143 quickly conceded defeat, "Now you have revenge, have you relieved your anger?"

"I can beat you all day." Leo denied indifferently.

How long have you cheated on me, have you no points in your heart!

"...I deserve it," replied No. 143. He tried to move but was too painful to move. He could only lie on the ground and look at Leo who was standing beside him. "I'm sorry, Leo."

Leo looked at him, gritted his teeth irritably.

However, no matter how hard you beat this guy, you can't change the past.

"Back to the topic, where is this place, how should I go back?" Leo asked.

Although there are also several famous cities and their respective superheroes, the superheroes in this world are more like a symbol, and everyone only sees them from a distance without getting close to them.It's like a veil separates them from everyone else.

Or they don't exist at all and are just a shadow in this world, an impression people have of them.

"This is some kind of kingdom of the dead. It stands to reason that you are already dead, Leo." Number 143 gave the answer.

"I didn't." Leo denied.

He is not dead.

He must not be dead yet.

How can he die?

"No, you didn't," said 143.

Like a drowning man finally exposed to fresh air, Leo unconsciously took several slow and deep breaths.

He is still alive.

"How do I go back?" he asked.

"It stands to reason that you can do it anytime." No. 143 replied.

"...Why?" Leo was a little puzzled.

Why can he go back?And why is he still here?

"This involves the existence mechanism of this world." No. 143 replied.

"Oh?"

"The people who died, they come here - if anyone misses them and wants them alive."

"So Alisa is here," Leo nodded understandingly, "and you?"

Number 143 shouldn't be here.

Even his biological father, William Stryker, never wanted him alive.

The man didn't answer, just looked at him quietly.

So Leo knew the answer.

He himself is the reason 143 came to the realm of the dead.

"You're very kind, Leo," said 143.

No matter how annoying people are, you still want them to live.

"... As long as the conditions are met, will everyone come here after death?" Leo changed the subject abruptly.

"Not necessarily, depends on luck."

"Where did the others go?"

"Heaven, hell, or simply disappear, there are too many destinations for the soul."

Leo suddenly realizes that he is just a soul now, a Piao.

He became what he feared most.

Leo: "..."

want!Strong!powerful!

he!No!Fear!

No. 143 is oblivious to Leo's rich inner activities-it seems that he really doesn't use his ability on Leo anymore.

"I didn't notice any abnormalities at first. Like everyone here, I thought I was still alive, and my father, William Stryker, was dead."

"With my team?" You teamed up with me to kill William Stryker?

"Yes." No. 143 replied in the affirmative.

"It doesn't make sense," Leo said. "To Alisa, I'm always there for her. To you, I'm the psychic who joined the fraternity."

In the same world, everyone sees the world differently.

Did no one find out?

"I didn't notice it, it should be said that I wouldn't notice it," No. 143 went on to explain, "People here only see what they want, and I just discovered the abnormality by reading too many people's thoughts by chance. "

"You really like your ability to break."

"...how about you beat me up again?"

"Let's talk about it first."

"Well, I... I found an anomaly, and I want to tell 'you' in this world, after all, 'you' are very smart," said No. 143, "At that time, 'you' were in Wayne Manor, and you were very repulsed by my appearance ——This is normal. But 'you' seem to not understand me at all, can you imagine that even if you are reluctant, you will grasp the doubts and investigate further, but you turn a blind eye to this kind of thing?"

"It's not normal."

"Then I discovered more anomalies. Almost all people in this world are fake, and only a few of them are real," No. 143 went on, "'You' are fake, I am real, and a few of us are Trapped in this sweet vision."

"At least there are no such bad things outside here."

"That's right, but at the time I thought I wasn't dead and fell into my father's trap, so I tried my best to tear away the hypocrisy of this world," No. 143 took a breath, "Until I found out that I killed my father a long time ago, and I," he pointed to himself, "I also died a long time ago."

"Shocking." Leo commented without sincerity.

Leo could imagine the horror and absurdity in his heart when he went through this.

His experience was his greatest punishment.

"The twists and turns," added No. 143, he went on, "this world is full of people appearing and disappearing all the time. It took me a while to figure out the laws and principles. The result is, as I told you, the world It's like a transit station, only a small number of souls that are cared for will go here. When the person who cared for them dies, they will go where they should go."

Leo thought of something, he looked at No. 143 in silence.

"Yeah, you're right—I didn't read your mind," said No. 143, "I guessed what you were thinking from the look on your face. Anyway, I felt like I was going to disappear, so I thought maybe you Dead. I just came to try my luck."

"Then you actually saw me?"

"Well, how should I put it?" No. 143 seemed to be struggling with how to speak, "Your soul is incompatible with this place, as long as you have a chance, you can leave."

At this moment, Leo forgot how much he still wanted to ask.

"What opportunity?" He asked anxiously.

He wanted to go back, very much.Whenever he gets the chance, he will stop at nothing to grab it.

"We have a certain connection, Leo," said No. 143. "When I disappear into this world, its space will open a certain 'crack' for passing through the soul. You can choose to leave with me."

No. 143 proposed this method, which seemed to be atonement.

"...when?" Leo asked.

Since No. 143 has such kind intentions, he will naturally not refuse.

That's what he deserves, what he owes him.

"Soon, you still have time to visit your family here." No. 143 indicated the direction of Alisa's apartment.

Leo looked over there from a distance. The apartment was lit at night, and from the shadows on the curtains, a man and a woman could be vaguely seen hugging each other tightly in the room.

That's Jack and Alisa.

Leo's eyes were a little moist.

"...no," said Leo, "I don't have to look."

He was afraid that once he went, he would not be able to leave.

"...well, whatever you want," said No. 143, "Leo, the people here, they will have more intersections with the people who miss them in reality."

His reminders are endless.

Leo stared blankly at the apartment.

So, is Jack really missing Alisa?

Zhou Ke'er has a conscience.

"I have to hurry up and ask you a question." Leo changed the subject bluntly for the second time.

"Ask, while there is still time."

"You...the first time you thought of me in Metropolis," Leo said, "is there any sense of disobedience?"

According to Leo's subsequent observation of No. 143, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who would make such contradictory choices.

No. 143 should directly take "killing William Stryker" as Leo's first goal, and he likes to do whatever he wants after defeating him, instead of setting up a hint and waiting to kill the enemy later and then unlock it manually.

Leo wants information on who's behind the scenes.

"One thing, but," No. 143's expression became more solemn, "Don't pursue this, Leo, it's dangerous."

"I've got to go after it," Leo said.

"No, don't overestimate yourself," No. 143 firmly denied, "My ability is better than Professor X in some aspects, but even I don't know much about that existence. As long as he doesn't want to kill you, Just don't provoke him."

"He's gone too far," Leo said, "and he's going to kill someone important to me."

It's true that the man behind the scene didn't want to die as Leo, but he would inevitably do other things.This time William was killed, so what about next time?When will Bruce be hurt and Matthew be in distress?

He didn't dare to make a big deal out of it.Instead of counting on the merciful sympathy of those behind the scenes, he might as well track him down instead.

"...You are really stubborn, Leo," No. 143 was silent for a long time before giving up persuasion, "just like your father."

"Thanks for the compliment," Leo replied.

"Uh... anyway, did you forgive me?" No. 143 looked carefully at his teammates.

"It's still close." Leo squeezed his fist again, "Didn't you say that there is still some time, I can do something serious."

Like beating up some idiot.

"...You are flogging the corpse." The man lying on the ground complained.

"It was you who whipped."

"Before you whip the corpse, accept my gift."

"what?"

"I've tampered with your soul, and I've been working on it for a few years anyway," Number 143 said. "You'll never be affected by a psychic attack again."

You don't have to be afraid of psychics anymore.

"...For the sake of giving buffs," Leo let out a breath of relief, as if he had let go of his heart knots for many years, "I forgive you, 14——Jason."

"So...?" Number 143 wondered if he could avoid a final beating.

Disappearing in the middle of a beating is too bad.

"Don't even think about it," Leo immediately changed his face, and said fiercely, "You just deserve a beating!"

"..."

"Any comments?"

"……Listen to you."

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Preview of the next dungeon: seven times happy

Little lawyer still has a while hehe

PS:

Thank you Dead Friends, Undead Pindao, Fujimaru Lixiang♂, Suo Zhiling, 7411, Tatanier, Xiuxiushi Xianyu, An Yi, Hatake, Nolan, 2333, 34434336, Yuluqiu, Ranxuan, Jijia-sama's mines!

Thank you Jiujiu for the 2 mines!

Thank you Lele and Lan Shanshan for the 3 mines!

Thank you for only half a song, Ke Zhiqiu's grenade!

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