[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Clark closed his eyes, he was very unwilling, but the sharp pain from his heart and the strength gradually disappearing from his limbs made him remember the dazed eyes of Bruce who was hugging him, and he tried hard to say the last sentence His heavy eyelids blocked his world.

Clark's eyes were pitch black, and he felt his body suddenly become lighter. This feeling was different from his usual lightness when he was not bound by the gravity of the earth. Stripped from his body, the feeling of death is not as painful as he imagined.

Instead, Clark raised his hand, and he covered his heart. There was still darkness in front of him, but he could really touch his usual muscular chest, but the feeling was a little different, just like his chest. It's like there's something inherently missing from your body.

He was dead—died suddenly, he realized it with a lightness of body but a heavy heart, and Clark couldn't distinguish his posture at this time, maybe he was standing floating, maybe he was lying flat somewhere, he seemed to be affected by it. However, the long darkness in front of him made him unable to distinguish time and space.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe it's just a moment.

Clark also realized that his thinking was as fast as usual, and in an instant, many thoughts that had nothing to do with each other flashed through his mind. The longing - I don't know how long it has passed, and I don't know how long it will take. Bruce's face in his mind is more and more clearly outlined by him, and even every pore is clearly visible.

At the same time, he also found that his thinking was a little confused and illogical.

Clark is trying to divert his attention. His heart that does not exist at this time is as painful as the moment it is pierced by a monster's claws. Death is not terrible for the dead. Clark is aware of this, but he can realize that, How painful it would be for his lover.

That kind of longing, that kind of regret, that kind of sadness, Bruce will live according to his will, in the manor full of his traces, with his eyes that can penetrate the truth, see every inch of memory that flickers like light and shadow, live .

Clark's non-existent heart throbbed.

In the next second, the darkness in front of Clark disappeared like a cloud, and the sudden light made Clark's eyes wide open in surprise. When he realized where he was, his non-existent heart sank. Here, It was the place of his death. It was clearly the place where he lost consciousness after being shrouded in darkness after being pierced through his heart by a monster.

But there was no one around.

When the light appeared before Clark's eyes, Clark found that all his superpowers had disappeared, and the feeling of not being controlled by the gravity of the earth disappeared in an instant. He had all the senses of an ordinary person, without the noise and chaos The noise is like the sound of super hearing, without the ability to fly that is not controlled by the gravity of the earth, and without the power to defeat the enemy with a single punch.

Very ordinary, very peaceful.

Clark looked into the distance, and he walked slowly towards the asphalt road of the suburban highway. He took a step and walked towards the metropolis. After walking for a long time, Clark suddenly realized—he seemed to feel Feelings that no living person can experience—hunger, thirst, exhaustion, etc.—

Clark judged in his heart that this was probably the world after death, the hometown of the soul.

Clark kept walking, walking, walking on the streets of the metropolis that he was very familiar with, but he visited every corner of the block closest to the outskirts of the city, and he didn't meet a single person.Clark came down from the top floor of the building with some disappointment. The building's elevator was operating normally, but there was no one in the building. To be precise, there was no one in the block where the building was located.

Clark had a new guess in his mind. He overturned his just conjecture that this is the other world. He believed that this place should be the gap between this world and the other world. At this moment, Clark had a little hope in his heart, just like It’s like a little fire flashing in the dark night, he knows that his body is absorbing the energy of the yellow sun all the time, so is it possible for him——

Not dead?

Clark was walking on the street, and he caught a glimpse of a brown-painted bench by the side of the street. He walked over lazily and sat down by the chair.Then, just as Clark sat lazily on the back of the chair and was about to think about where to go later, Clark saw a trace of black mist rising from the soles of his feet.

"Huh?" Clark made a confused nasal sound. He put his hands on his knees and leaned over to look at the black mist.

This trace of black weapon was so faint that it was almost invisible at first, and then became thicker. The black mist rolled and changed its shape, and finally turned into the appearance of Bruce. Although the youth formed by the black mist had Bruce's face, but he Neither the gesture nor the expression on his face was Bruce.

This form of black mist gathered looks like a young man in terms of body structure, but the human-shaped mist holds its arms. Clark, as a doctor of pathology, bet that all standing like this are women, with one foot on the ground and their bodies leaning slightly. , the waist tightened.

So Clark waved to the person who had Bruce's face and said, "Hello, ma'am, can I use my lover's face?"

When someone came to speak, a soft female voice came out from Bruce's thin lips, and she asked, "Don't you ask me who I am?"

"You probably," Clark patted the other side of the brown bench, and said, "You probably are the master here, I guess some god who controls death?"

"Yes, I am." "Death" sat down next to Clark, with a smile on her lips, she said, "Why, you are not curious, why do you see me as Bruce Wayne? "

Clark glanced at the lady next to him, and he moved slightly to the side. The "Bruce" lady curled her lips in dissatisfaction, opened her arms and hugged Clark's arm, and said, "Make me happy, Carl, otherwise, I wouldn't let you go?"

Clark blinked. He tried to sort out the fluent thoughts from the dead man's chaotic thoughts. He asked, "Then how can I make you happy?"

"Answer my question," Ms. "Bruce" said: "I rarely see a dead person as alive as you, Carl, you can be resurrected, but I am willing to let you go."

"Chat with you," Clark said rather gentlemanly, "Then what do you want to talk about?"

"Death" leaned on Clark's shoulder and said, "Answer my question." Clark felt the temperature of the lady's skin through the thin clothes on his body.

"That's probably because," Clark said briskly, although he still doesn't know the reason, but Clark is sure that his guess is right, he is not dead yet, Clark said: "You carry me with you See in your face the magic of my beloved's face."

The lady leaning on Clark's shoulder laughed bitterly, and she said: "This is not some magical magic. My father and king expelled me to this realm of death. Only with this magic can I get rid of those Some vivid expressions were seen on the faces of the bewildered undead."

"Ma'am," Clark's voice slowed down again, and he said, "My name is Clark Kent, and my name is also Karl-Eyer. How about you?"

"Death" leaned on Clark's shoulder, and said lazily, "Hella, my name is Hella Odinson." As Hela said her real name, the appearance of "Bruce" that Clark saw disappeared , showing the face of an older mature woman, she leaned on Clark's shoulder, showing a sly smile, she said: "Carl, are you curious, why should I come to see you?"

Hela could see clearly. The moment she heard her name, Clark frowned slightly. Hela put her left hand on the chair, showing a teasing and even teasing smile. She squinted to reveal a cat With a lazy smile like being warmed by the sun, she said: "For my stupid brother."

As a qualified old father, Clark felt that the string in his brain snapped.