[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

The world re-shattered and reorganized, and the scarlet-filled sky gradually blurred, and finally fell down like stained glass peeling off in a church, spreading a chaotic darkness in their sight.

Seeing this appearance, they knew that Sandra in this world should be dead.She finally looked at Tony, looking at them with desperate madness, but also like the last tenderness after a generous death.

Tony didn't know why he remembered the look in her last look so deeply, but that look was branded in his mind like a branding iron, so that when he recalled it now, he even felt a kind of The vivid pain of being scalded remains deep in his memory.

"...If we don't get out of this magic, I feel that we will be the first to collapse."

This time the scene change is not as quick as the previous ones.The chaotic nebula gradually spread out in the pitch-black environment, but the flickering and beautiful glow couldn't attract their attention.Warren pressed his forehead and sighed almost exhaustedly, feeling the tight nerves in his brain pulling his reason and being twisted. He obviously wanted to relax and take a good breath for a while, but the next thing might be The scene that happened made him unable to relax his tense nerves at all.

Experience every time Sandra has experienced time after time, face her death again and again, face the complex emotions before her death again and again, witness these memories in her...or parallel The world is not a good life, this kind of experience is still too sad for them.

Especially after Tim and Tony discover that their existence may not be just an illusion.If their existence was just an illusion, they might not have such great psychological pressure.

But when all this may be true, it is impossible for them to hypnotize themselves so peacefully to save Sandra.

They also really understood the danger of the magic that Mage Ancient One said.

Although she told them that the world was only built with Sandra's memory palace, when all this happened in front of their eyes, they couldn't control themselves and began to doubt themselves and question themselves. start……

hesitate.

"This should be the last time," the silence between them was broken not long after, and Bucky said, looking up at the slowly rotating nebula, "every one of us has experienced her period." Life is up to you now."

That's what he said to Tim.

Although they don't know whether the number of people participating in this magic is fixed, or they have already guessed that each of them needs to experience a period of Sandra's life memories, so they need such a few people, but judging from the previous progress , undoubtedly needs to go through every life experience of Sandra.The first time was her childhood when she died prematurely, the second time was her teenager who couldn't bear to look back, the third time was her panic-stricken youth, and the fourth time was her middle age of despair and grief.

Then what she should face this time is her old age.And according to the order, it should be the turn of Tim who has not intervened in her life for the time being.

They don't know if they still haven't found the real Sandra after this time is over, and they don't know if they will fall into another reincarnation if this Sandra is not real.

They want to gamble on the tiny possibility, in the thousands of worlds, wandering through the lives of others, looking for the only person they need to find.If they fail, they have to experience such failures again and again, with no end, no hope, and they will not even go through their own things except for the numb experience of life and death again and again.

Tim broke the silence, and the bright red hang glider tore through the distant and uninhabited interstellar space, tearing away all the haze like a sharp knife.

"We have no choice," he said, taking steps for the first time before the scene around him took shape. "We had no choice but to keep going."

The swirling nebula gradually blurred and faded into dull blackness.The frost-white snow field gradually spread under his feet as he moved forward, the sound of shoes squeezing the air in the snow made a creaking sound, the towering icebergs and the empty and desolate sound of the wind rolled up the snow particles all over the ground, Only the undulating icebergs make this vast white world look less monotonous.

Under such a snow-white background, it is not difficult to find the person whose back is facing them and spreads its wings. It is even easier to find her because of the vast sky-like color on her body.

Sandra hovered in the air, her starry robe was blown by the wind like a second pair of wings, each feather was like another piece of blue sky under the polar day of the North Pole, accompanied by ethereal singing The whistling wind sounds like a meaningless monotonous chant, and also like a gentle whisper from the bottom of my heart.

Tim subconsciously stopped and raised his head to look at Sandra's unfurled last row of wing feathers, which were covered with magical and delicate magic patterns, and Sandra straightened up as if she felt him coming. His singing voice lowered, and he turned around to reveal the face that had never changed, even except for the deeper eyes.

"I just said how can I feel that someone will come to visit me today," she landed lightly on the ground, and her feet on a pair of boots landed on the ground lightly, without even leaving a trace, "No I thought I would still meet you."

As she said this, her reddish-brown eyes were slightly bent, and a genuine smile leaked from her lowered eyelids, falling on them like a piece of melting sunlight.

"Long time no see," she said with a smile, very similar to the last middle-aged Sandra, but with a more peaceful nostalgia seeping out from the depths of her vision, blurring on their bodies, "Boss, Tony, Warren, and Bucky."

"You knew we were coming?"

Tim asked.

"Not only do I know that you will come, I also know that you are from other worlds," Sandra stretched out her hand towards them, the soft film of light blocked the low temperature and cold wind of the Arctic, "I guess you should have seen other worlds Is it me? Don’t be so surprised, my natural ability is prophecy, at least among the Sandras you have seen, no one can surpass me in prophecy.”

"It's really nostalgic... Don't be so surprised. Although we are all 'Sandra', we are not the same person after all, and our abilities are also varied. In my words, it has been about 200 years...It should be two hundred and three years , Haven't seen you?"

The older Sandra smiled, her seaweed-like curly black hair was blown and disheveled by the cold wind behind her, like star trails scattered in the sky.

"This is not a place suitable for talking. If you don't mind, how about I take you to a place where you can stay?"

The sound of small footsteps was swallowed by the howling cold wind, Sandra moved a little closer to them, but kept a not too far away, slightly nodded and looked at them, asking.

"Are you the only one left?"

Tim didn't answer, just asked like that.

"You can't say that," Sandra tilted her head, then reached out and grabbed her long hair to keep them from flying on her face, "Although Superman under the yellow sun is not immortal Yes, but it is also very long-lived, and Wonder Woman, who is a god, has an unknown lifespan. Although you are gone, we still exist."

"As for me...the characteristics of each of us should be the same," Sandra didn't seem to mind them chatting happily here, "Our abilities may be a little different, but in general It's the same. For example, possessing boundless magic power, for example, a vast inheritance, for example..."

"A life so long that there is almost no limit."

"If there are no accidents, our long-lived species can live for many years, until everyone dies, until the world becomes unrecognizable, and until all perishable life is turned into dust."

"But we can still live."

They had never seen Sandra live so long.

In their eyes, Sandra's life is very easy to disappear. Even the middle-aged Sandra faced in the last world was not too old when she died, even for many people. It is said that the 30s are the best and rising period of their lives.

I thought that the Sandra I saw this time would be about 70 or 200 years old, but I didn't expect that the history of more than [-] years would be spanned in one fell swoop.

"Okay, do you want to stand at the North Pole forever? Or do you want to talk about going to Superman's Fortress of Solitude?"

Sandra blinked at them, and before they could react, the wide wings retracted behind her stretched out to envelop them, and then brought them to appear in an instant, even if more than 200 years had passed, It is still gloomy and looks very unpleasant city.

Gotham.

"Has Gotham not changed in all these years?"

This Gotham is obviously very familiar to Tim, although there is a little strangeness in the familiarity, but this is not a big problem.

Tim was even more surprised by this kind of unfamiliar familiarity, as if the whole of Gotham hadn't changed much in the past 200 years, as if in the past 200 years...

The past is insignificant, it disappears without a trace, and there are not even many traces left.

"It's changed a little bit," Sandra led them to a rooftop. The location is quite good, and almost the entire Gotham can be gathered under her eyes. "But your family hasn't changed at all. Do you want to go back Shall we go to the Batcave?"

"Forget it, it looks like you don't want to go back." Sandra smiled and looked towards the distant sky, where the edge of the sky and the ocean could not be distinguished, only the faint sound of the tide passing by her along the wind The fine fluff on the ear wings, "Is there anything I can do to help you? You shouldn't be here for no reason, right?"

"Let me guess...is it related to the Sandra you know?" Sandra took a step forward, looking at the edge of the roof like a kite about to fly into the wind, and then Looking at the helicopter gradually rising in the distance, he said with a smile, "Don't be so surprised. After all, I have lived for more than 200 years, and I should have a little bit more unique ability than others."

"But maybe I'll excuse you a little... It seems that my loss of contact just now made them nervous. I have to explain first."

As the helicopter got closer and closer, Tim almost understood Sandra's current treatment almost in his heart.

Because of its long life and powerful strength, it is feared and revered by people, and even if it disappears for a minute, it will be suspected and guarded against, causing panic and suspicion in others, and it has to be day and night. Accepting the monitoring, he bound himself up and entrenched in a small prison to spend the rest of his long life.

"You don't seem like someone who would be unhappy because of this kind of thing." Sandra's voice carried a smile into Tim's ears along the wind, and the spread wings tore apart a corner of Gotham's night , Accompanied by a whirling wind and a sudden increase in rain.

She jumped down from the edge of the roof, and the downpour seemed to fall with her jump, but there was no trace of water vapor on the other people who were surrounded by the protective shield that Sandra had already stretched out. It's warm and dry, and it's even unbearable to relax.

Almost melting into the night, the figure silently tore through the thick rain curtain, Sandra got into the helicopter silently like a ghost that no one saw, then folded her wings and smiled at the The middle-aged man sitting in the helicopter who was obviously taken aback by her presence said, "Good evening, Jimmy."

"You are already old, aren't you tired of playing this kind of trick?"

The middle-aged man pressed his chest to his own, feeling that sooner or later she would be frightened into a heart attack by her appearance.

"You are only so young, why don't you know how to enjoy the fun of life?"

Sandra smiled and stroked the damp hair on the side of her temples.Although her defensive barriers can be waterproof, she still enjoys the pleasure of going through the wind and rain more.

"I'm not too young," the middle-aged man she called Jimmy took off his glasses and wiped off the fog on them. Looking at Sandra, who looked immature and still looked like a girl, he felt a little emotional, and then said to her, " They want to know where you went when the signal went out."

"I'm going to the North Pole." Sandra shook her legs, and after gathering her wings and magic, the thin long-sleeved T-shirt and coat on her body were seeping rainwater, gathering into a small puddle of water in the cabin, "Go Met some old friends from afar.”

"...they won't be satisfied with what you said," Jimmy sighed as he saw Sandra's dripping water dripping down her body, and picked up a piece of it to put in the cabin as expected. The dry towel was handed to Sandra, "Is it Superman?"

If she is going to meet Superman and the others, she can help her get over it.

"No," and then Jimmy heard Sandra say this, "It's some old friends from other worlds... It seems that there are some problems that need my help."

"You look like this, I can't help you get by," Hearing Sandra say this, Jimmy suddenly felt his head was as big as a bucket, and he always felt that he had aged faster since he became the police chief of Gotham. "Who did you go to see?"

"The few people I'm least likely to refuse."

Sandra took the towel and wiped off the water droplets on her face. Her body temperature was taken away by the evaporation of the rain, and she looked a little pale, but she still had a gentle smile on her face, and even a smile bloomed between her eyebrows and eyes. A pleasant light comes.

Jimmy was taken aback when he heard her words, wondering who among those people he was least likely to reject.Logically speaking, it should be Superman and Wonder Woman, and the litter of bats in Gotham, but since she said it wasn't Superman and the others, it should be the litter of bats... But those bats this night They are all active in Gotham, there is no reason why they would suddenly appear in the North Pole...?

Jimmy looked at Sandra's shoes that were leaking water and a piece of feather that fell into the cabin, and looked at Sandra incredulously as if he had suddenly thought of something, and even the glasses that he had just set up were a little crooked because of surprise up.

"You mean...?"

"Shh," Sandra raised her finger to her lips and winked at Jimmy, "Don't say it, please Jimmy."

"Just keep it as a little secret between us."

Jimmy, who has kept many little secrets for her all these years, just feels like he has a splitting headache, but looking at this guardian who has spread his wings and protected the city for more than 200 years in the darkness of Gotham, watching With her wet appearance and immature face that never aged, after all, she sighed softly and said to her seriously: "This is the last time."

"Well," Sandra nodded with curved eyebrows, "the last time."

I don’t know how many times Jimmy promised her for the last time. He could only watch Sandra happily fly out through the bulkhead of the helicopter after getting his promise. He pinched the bridge of his nose and began to worry about how to get rid of those who couldn’t wait. Even Sandra spends every second carefully dissecting politicians.

"I've dealt with it," Sandra fell in front of Tim against the wind and rain, and said with a smile and stretched out her hand to him, "Come on, I'll take you to my resting place first, if you have any questions, you will wait Let’s talk about it later.”

Her spread wings are like a blue sky, blocking all incoming wind and rain.

The author has something to say: it is better to suck mulberry balls

When the time comes, the extra episode may be changed to a fragmented text type. Well, as expected, this kind of chaos is still not suitable for writing texts.