When Chaoying meets Little Siren

During this deep sleep, the little girl also turned into a puppy. She groped around with her paws to light a torch beside her, stretched her head towards the burning flame in the distance, and finally decided to stay away from that man obediently. Far away, he explored in the other direction where the pillar of fire extended, and finally stopped at the edge of a cliff, and then ran back for a distance in resentment.

When she woke up, she found that she had been hugged on a blanket covered with animal fur.

Taking a nap on the grass sounds good, but if you sleep on the grass all night, the cold of the ground and the morning dew can easily catch a cold.

In this drug-free world, the health of the body is the number one priority.

She got up from the blanket and rubbed her eyes. She was not sensitive to the sun, and the brightness of the sun did not wake her up. She thought that there was nothing she could do in the temporary base, and the adults let her sleep until this time Get up again.

She usually has a regular schedule, going to bed around ten o'clock and waking up at seven o'clock in the morning.In this season of Gotham, the days are relatively short and the sunrise is late. After waking up, she can lie on the window and watch the sky change from pitch black to foggy milky white.

Maybe it was the world that disrupted her routine, making it rare for her to sleep late.

Weier got up from the fur. The fur had been washed many times, and was warmed by the sun. It was fluffy and fluffy. When I took a close sniff, I could still smell the smell of animals. It felt good to the touch.

...just a little bit.

After waking up, I stretched my head to look for people everywhere.

Jason was not far away. Seeing her get up, he walked over a few steps, frowned, and finally choked out a sentence: "Are you hungry?"

His face was gloomy, with a hint of worry and regret.

"I'm not hungry, what's the matter?" The little girl who didn't know anything yet and was sleeping happily asked in a daze, stretched out her hands and rubbed her face, and was about to start preparing for battle: "Enemy?"

Jason frowned, and saw the red marks in the corner of her eyes from long sleep: "You have slept since the evening of the day before yesterday."

——and he couldn't wake him up no matter what. The only thing that calmed him down a little was that she kept breathing smoothly and evenly.

This frightened the two adults, and Melvis could only guess about it. He said that he once met a mutant in this world, and that mutant had the ability to gather moisture in the air and condense it into ice. , but as soon as that person arrived in this world, he almost completely lost his eyesight, and from then on he could only see a hazy outline.

Melvis guessed this phenomenon as a kind of balance, just like he had obtained the ability to control the shadow before, but his physical fitness was greatly reduced because of it, and no matter how hard he exercised, he couldn't strengthen his physical strength.

This almost exposed the little girl's special ability, but Melvis didn't ask anything.After all, everyone has their own secrets and the right to keep their own secrets.

Jason asked Melvis how the mutant ended up, and Melvis said that the mutant had completely lost his eyesight before they split into two groups.

"What day?" Jason asked.

"On No. 20 days since he came into this world." Melvis said.

If this guess is correct, and applies generally, it means they are running out of time.

Jason squatted down to look at her, and still had a little luck: "Did you sleep for so long before?"

"No." Val replied honestly: "Is it bad to sleep for a long time? Then Jason can wake me up next time."

The problem is that you can't wake up.

Jason thought silently, but he didn't dare to say it out, for fear of scaring the children.

In the end, he chose to ignore the matter silently, and changed the subject: "The egg you brought back was cracked."

This method worked very well, the little girl's eyes lit up all of a sudden, and she sat upright on the fur with a jerk: "Where is it!"

When Jason brought the egg over, the egg was still struggling to peck the shell, and there was a slight tremor from the crack. She put her hand on the crack, feeling a soft force gently touching her palm.

Such a small, soft force.

The little girl gave a soft wow, and carefully took the egg that Jason handed over. It was uncomfortable to hold like this, so she groped and sat up cross-legged, holding the warm egg in her arms.

"When will it come out?"

That little superficial strength was just a flash in the pan, and the little life in the egg soon became silent again.

"Maybe today. Are you going to watch it hatch?"

"Can I?" She began to look eagerly again.

"Of course, you brought it back, maybe you want to take responsibility for it?"

"Is it my responsibility?" asked the little girl, pursing her lips slightly, disliking the idea.She hugged the giant egg in her arms, her arms were loosely wrapped around it, she didn't dare to hold it tight, and she didn't dare to let go, feeling a little bit like the temperature of a living thing.

"...it was a gift for me," she said cautiously.After finishing speaking, he happily bent his mouth towards the quiet egg.

She was looking forward to the shell breaking of this little life.

The little girl's sobriety could not survive the evening of that day. She ate something during the day and fell into a deep sleep again in the evening.

He saw the frightened and stiff smiles of those people, and a pair of white coal-like eyes hidden under the peaked caps, hiding in the alley.

He heard the sound of rows of military boots hitting the ground, waking up the dead night.

It was the voice of order, the voice of peace, and the voice of security.

The sound was drowned out by the sound of the building collapsing after the flames burned, and there were screams and roars that pulled him to the ground.

"You're going to hell, you alien brute."

The woman was crying, and her face was stained with dark blood. The blood belonged to her husband, the leader of a radical group who rebelled against Superman. The expression on her face was twisted into a hideous curse because of the blood.

Like blood and tears.

"That's why you can live to hate me."

Carl said, condescending, his heart stinging because of the mockery, and his voice was indifferent.

Then he awoke, casting the screams of rage and despair in the depths of his consciousness.

He lowered his head, staring at the dark rocky ground beneath his feet, feeling absurd and at peace.

He has not dreamed for a long time.

Carl closed his eyes, feeling sleepiness and exhaustion haunting him.

——Without the consequences of the yellow sun, the Kryptonians who lost the yellow sun are only a little stronger than ordinary people in terms of physical fitness, and naturally they can't stand the toss of not eating, drinking, or sleeping.

The woman won't touch him until she finds a new substitute, and as long as he prevents the other party from opening the teleportation anchor, the woman won't be able to find a new substitute for the time being.She could only wait for herself to compromise, for which she even extinguished the only two fires around him.

She arrogantly thought that he would succumb to the innocent and harmless darkness, and would collapse in a world without light for a long time.She may have done so, and succeeded.

But for him, at the moment when the flame went out, he was just a little worried about whether Xiao Krypton would lose his way because of this, and whether he would fall off the cliff because he couldn't see the way clearly. He asked the shadow to check it. A place is not as big as imagined, surrounded by bottomless cliffs.

Time passed slowly in the dark, and he was a little hungry.

He placed the shadow on the outermost world, where some struggling survivors were scattered in twos and threes, leaning on a small pile of firewood on the surface, forcing himself to stay awake like a frightened bird.The flames are burning, and there is a burning pain when you get close.

The people were raw meat, and Karl thought for a moment that he was like a beast being attracted—not by fire, but by people.

It was a small group of three.

He swallowed, and the claws of the shadow wandered around the firelight unconsciously, quietly stepping on the edge of the firelight like a pack of wolves, his eyes burning in the dark night, and a longing sound came from his throat.

"I miss my wife." One of the middle-aged men propped up his arms, stared at the flames with dry eyes, and the corners of his mouth pulled an arc reluctantly: "I think I missed the special bolognese pasta at night. It took her a long time to let her into the kitchen again."

His voice was dry, but it was like a gate. The other man laughed dryly and answered, "That's pretty good. You can eat enough when you go back. I don't have anyone to take care of my house. If I go back a few days later , the takeaway box might be stinking."

"Ah." Finally, the younger young man shouted as if waking up. The moment the other two people looked at him abruptly, he covered his head in frustration: "I live alone, Lisa hasn't been at home these days. People are fed."

Seeing the puzzled eyes of the two, the young man explained: "Labrador, she is very beautiful." After speaking, he wanted to take out his mobile phone to show them the photos, but the mobile phone was turned off with a black screen.

A moment of silence.

"Just." The young man put the phone back silently, shrugged: "Next time."

The three people who talked did not see the shadow lurking in the night and quietly retreated.

Carl closed his eyes, moved his fingers slightly, and the shadows moved freely on the ground like fish.

Those bonfires are like stars falling on the ground. People who still hold a ray of hope in their hearts are beside those stars, recalling their lovers, lights, and all the good things, so as to support themselves against the fear brought by the night.

Most of those people are Gotham people, and a small part are people from Metropolis. Most Gotham people are silent, while Metropolitan people are praying, praying to God, praying to Superman.

If it was his world, Karl thought, in his world where the curfew had already been implemented, so many people would not be caught.

In his world, everyone's social circle is transparent, and the Justice League takes over the use rights and history tracing functions of every camera, communication software, and mobile phone's voice and video functions.

He will check the social circles of the missing persons one by one at the first time - it is easy to do this with super speed, and then cut off the matrix that spreads the seeds. If necessary, he will come to this world along the crack in the two worlds, Do something that can be done once and for all.

So many people would never be involved, so many people who should be alive.

Someone walked into the dark.

Carl frowned, and the shadow flowed past.

The man stopped at the intersection of light and shadow, and he stood there, the flickering fire light barely illuminating half of his face.

"Jason Todd?" Carl murmured.