[Comprehensive] Uncle Ba's food paradise

Then came the test project.

The weak and sleepy professor needs rest and seems to be falling asleep sitting up quickly.

Clark put the person on the bed, and felt that this scene seemed familiar?

'BIU~! '

Bang bang bang!

Wait, background, no fireworks!Wait for me! !

Clark forcibly restrained the turbulent emotions in his heart, and forced himself to calm down.

Suddenly, he thought of something.

...a sense of disobedience.

That was a little bit wrong, and the reason made him dare not think about it deeply, but he was sure that the problem was there, about Alice's sense of disobedience.

This is... a trap?

For whom?Why?What is the purpose?

Superman realized that he was designed, but he was smart and didn't show it.He thought of the boy he didn't know who kept tempting him and persuading him just now, maybe it wasn't some illusion, but an enemy.

"Not the enemy, I am what you think. You see, I know all your thoughts, because I am you."

The boy reappeared, this time sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet dangling in the air, like a normal small child.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Clark asked vigilantly. At this time, he had confirmed that the child might be the enemy.But the child's appearance still prevents him from attacking the opponent immediately, no matter whether it is a disguise or not, but as long as there is a one in ten thousand possibility that it is a child, he can't just attack casually.

"Look, you're hesitating because I'm a kid. It doesn't matter if you attack me, because I can't get hurt, I'm you."

The boy said, looking sideways at the person sleeping on the bed, and reached out to brush the hair of the sleeping person, but was attacked by Superman.

Sure enough, as he expected, the laser's thermal vision failed to hurt him, because the boy was no longer in the same place at this time, and when he appeared next time, he had already put his hands on Clark's shoulders, floating lightly in the air, like an incorporeal ghost .

"I know what you think, desire what you desire, hope what you wish, why ignore me, Kal-El? What's wrong with accepting your own desires?"

No.I'm Clark Kent.

Superman was so negative in his heart.If it is his real self, what he recognizes in his heart is his earth name.

"You are bewitching me, why? What do you want to use me for?"

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me. I just want you to recognize your own heart." The boy shrugged and explained happily, "There are always reasons for you to restrain yourself and live in this paper world Li. I know why you are willing to endure and restrain yourself. There is no need to be so mean to yourself all the time, and you can relax a little bit now and then."

The boy said, and appeared in front of him again, making a welcome gesture like a greeter.

"Actually, you can be a little greedy and ask for more. You see, you brought peace to this world, eradicated evil, and gathered your mighty power to maintain them. You never asked anyone, anyone you saved, or What does the world you protect give you something in return. It doesn’t matter if you are a little greedy. As long as you want this one, you don’t want anything else. As long as this one is the world’s reward for you, it’s not too much. Even those envoys of justice, your companions I won't blame you, you only need such a small compensation."

— that is impossible.

Superman internally denies that his companions are not like that.

If in order to maintain peace, a small number of people have to be sacrificed to save the majority, and maliciousness has to be compromised to maintain the apparent peace, then Diana would not participate in human wars, Batman would not become Batman, and Superman would not Will abandon the life of ordinary people and stand up to become a superman.

They are uncompromising fighters, and the only thing that can stop them is truth, not false peace.

Clark fully recognized the boy as an enemy, but when he wanted to continue asking, the image of the child disappeared, as if everything was his hallucination.

Clark frowned, he realized that the boy might appear again.And the purpose of the other party is very clear, which is to incite him and make him lose control.

The most frightening thing is that the other party has mastered his thoughts to some extent, and understands his heart that he himself is unwilling to admit.Perhaps in the deepest part of his heart, there is indeed a similar thought.

I've given so much and never regretted it and never asked for it.Then only this time, only this tiny desire to love and be loved, I don't want to give up and I don't want to give up.

—that boy will appear again.

Clark decided so.He needs to tell Batman, remind Batman that there is a new enemy nearby, and the target is himself.

Although he knew in his heart that this was the right thing to do, Clark did not act.Because he knows what the result will be once this happens, in order to prevent Superman from being incited or controlled, Batman may not let him continue to act alone.But not now, Alice is not here, and there is only the professor alone, which is the time when it is easy to be targeted by the enemy.He can't leave.

Is this also within the boy's calculations?The other party really knew him quite well as he said.

Superman sensed the difficulty of this enemy.

...well, the problem is back.

Looking at the sleeping person on the bed, Superman was a little ashamed.

Still didn't solve the current situation, what should he do?

For safety's sake, he couldn't leave the professor alone defenseless, yes, for safety's sake.

Superman knows he shouldn't be doing this without permission, but isn't it a special case?He went home in an instant and brought all the changes of clothes, toothbrushes, and toothbrush. The pajamas are here.

Then he changed into his pajamas and, very carefully, lay down along the edge of the bed.

You see, I am a very pure and upright good baby, I didn't dare to touch other people's clothes this time!

Lie down and feel that although I don't feel cold, the professor is an ordinary person in case he catches a cold?

So I got up and found the quilt to cover the professor in an instant.

But a philosophical multiple-choice question arises.At this time, should he get under the quilt, or lie on top of the quilt?

Lying on the quilt always feels weird, right? Besides, the professor is wearing clothes. If he feels hot and wants to kick the quilt, who can do it when he is so pressing?He must give people room to push the quilt!

Clark justly gave himself the best explanation and got under the quilt.

……Do not misunderstand! !I am guarding!I am afraid that the enemy will come again!

Clark didn't sleep well. In the first half of the night, he had a nightmare of being chased by Alice, scolding the goblin green tea whore and then hanging him.The dream in the second half of the night was connected to the weird continuous dream before.

In order to eliminate the rebel forces, the lords resorted to brutal psychic attacks on the leaders of the hostile forces who fell into their hands.

He killed the professor's students, as well as some people from X Academy, cooked them into dishes and sent them over, one a day, he knew that as long as he continued like this, that person would eventually be unable to hold back his mouth.

As long as he can speak, everything is easy to say, whether it is pleading, contempt, or hatred, as long as he can speak, the lord has achieved his goal.

But the lord forgot how cruel that man was.

student?friend?It's so ridiculous, he even forgot that to that person, there is only Alice in this world, and people other than Alice.

That person doesn't care who dies or what the world has become.

Including himself.

"no no!!"

The lord became hysterical, he couldn't bear to abandon himself with only one obsession left.

"Don't run away from me! Don't reject me!!"

--boom! !

Clark punched the lord without hesitation, and the lord in the dream was dissipated by his punch.

"Sorry, I don't want to cooperate with your bad taste. Such a ridiculous guy, I wanted to beat him hard last time."

It was a manipulated dream, Clark realized.

The scattered clapping made him turn his head, and Clark was surprised to see that the professor who should have been motionless in the dream was clapping his hands casually, stood up and walked over, and smiled at him.

"Growing up a lot, you finally find that your dreams have been invaded."

"professor?!"

Even though he knew it was just a dream and this person was just a dream character, Clark was still pleasantly surprised.

"As the owner of the dream, if you don't realize this, it will be difficult to regain control of the dream. To be honest, the setting of hunger strike and death is not suitable for me at all. I am Hannibal."

In order to survive, the person who ate his sister Millie would go on a hunger strike and die?

"What's going on here? Why do I have such a dream? The enemy is related to the previous child?"

Superman couldn't help but ask the character of his dream.

Hannibal was helpless: "Let's not talk about whether I can answer you, just say that your dream may still be controlled by someone, considering that my answer may also be arranged by the enemy, why do you still ask a person in your dream about these things?" question?"

Clark replied firmly: "Because dreams are people's subconsciousness, the professor in my dream is firm, no matter what happens, he cannot be shaken, so the professor will not be controlled. Maybe it is because of this that the manipulators of the dream set the professor up. Set to be unable to act because he cannot control the character. Then the only person here who will not be controlled and deceived is you, my gut tells me so."

It can be said that it is quite unreasonable to make trouble, even a strong idea of ​​messing around, but it is unexpectedly wrong.Because the dreamer still has an absolute influence on the dream, as long as Clark believes that the professor will not deceive him, then the professor in the dream will not.

"It's capricious. Well, you're not wrong."

Hannibal in the dream replied.

"But this is a slightly long story. If you sit down and listen patiently, I can tell it to you."

Clark thought about it, and decided to spend time listening to the professor in his dream, so he sat at the long table in his dream.

Yes, the long table, that is, the long table with the red devil on it.

What was frightening was that the professor in the dream tied up his napkin and was ready to eat.

Clark immediately fired a heat ray, turning the Red Devil gray.

The professor in the dream looked stunned: "What are you doing, it's just a dream!" Can't you let me taste it?

Clark refused righteously: "Of course not, it will spoil your stomach, even if it's a dream."