Which one is better if the officials are forced to die together [Comprehensive British and American]

Chapter 356

"What do you think he's going to say?" The Flash asked Green Lantern in a low voice, "I remember that he always disliked Superman, why did he come to speak."

"Lex Luthor is a well-known philanthropist, his social status is very high, and after the battle between Superman and Doomsday, he is the one who presided over the reconstruction of the entire metropolis." Green Lantern repeated in a low voice The words repeated countless times on TV and in the news, "He should not say anything strange, it will not help the election."

Diana stood at the front of the line with her chest folded. When she heard the words of the two companions, she just pulled the corners of her lips and showed a mocking smirk.

For Lex.Luther, Diana always felt that there was something wrong with him, but she didn't have any evidence to prove the existence of such a problem-of course, this couldn't be the reason for stopping the heroine.

She just had no time to care about him when Karl had just died, and when she came back to her senses, she could no longer act impulsively regardless of the consequences.

To a large extent, Diana suspected that one of the reasons why Batman allowed her to take Carl away was to prevent her possible radical actions.

He thought he was protecting her by doing so.

But no, he was only doing it to protect Lex.Luther.

Like he throws those criminals into the mental hospital again and again without killing them, he thinks he is protecting his principles, but in fact he is only protecting those sinners.

—Diana wanted to say that, but she held back.

Sanity is such a nasty thing, if this is the time she just left Paradise Island, if she is still that naive and reckless Amazon, if it is not because Karl loves it too much...

She sighed softly.

On the high platform, Lex turned around and faced everyone.

When he turned around, he could still hear Carl's voice, but not from imagination and head, but from the memories they shared.

"I like to hear you talk, you always have enough persuasiveness when you speak," Carl said. Dangerously borderline, yet very seductive."

"You mean evil?" Lex remembered him asking, thinking his guesses were the answer.

"No." But Karl denied it, "It's will and faith."

will and conviction.

Lex could barely remember the last time he had told the truth in public, or rather, had he ever told the truth in public?At any point has he been honest with himself?Did he ever make a speech without any purpose, without any thought?

The answer is never so clear.

So where does the will and conviction in his words come from?Is it pure camouflage?But how can a person's disguise reach such a point: make countless people who tell their hearts sincerely shrink back subconsciously?

Of course because he wasn't always faking it.

No, it's not that he said anything truthful, but that he's like a masterful actor, subtly appropriating his emotions.When he needs to show his tenderness to a girl, he disguises the tenderness he has paid for others; when he needs to gain trust, he shows the other party his full devotion to another person.

When he needs to show his sincerity, will and belief, then he only needs to show one thing.

——In the only one thing, he is sincere and devoted.

"Not so long ago I was standing in front of a camera and people were asking me what I thought of Superman, and I was doing my best to laugh, despise, and doubt him, and today, I'm standing here and delivering a speech like this. I Guess that many people have already begun to wonder: why should a person who hates and is hostile to Superman stand in such an important position and make a summary of Superman's life?"

"I guess," Lex spread his hands gracefully, "it's because compliments from enemies are always more credible and valuable than those from friends."

"Many people remember my most famous speeches, and I don't mind repeating them here."

"We can't believe the condescending love shown by an alien to us, because we can't understand him, and we can't guess his thoughts. He loves and helps us, just like we love and help mice—or Just like how we love and help our pets - ah, ah, please calm down, my friends, I am not done yet."

"Who made him stand up!" Flash lowered his voice, very annoyed, "I'm going to get him down, and I can speak better than him in that position!"

"My words are not finished yet, believe me, friends, I cannot stand here to attack and condemn him, to question a hero who has given his life for us."

"Although I had countless doubts and vicious guesses about him before that, I thought he had no good intentions for human beings, because in his eyes, those ugly and kind deeds could not arouse his slightest emotional fluctuations."

"He saw the evil deeds of human beings and stopped those criminals, but he didn't hate and punish them, but sent them to prison; when the disaster came, those prisoners were not abandoned by him because of the crimes they had committed."

"Superman accepts everything, but does accepting everything mean that he has no bias in himself?"

"Who knows what Superman is thinking? Who knows what purpose he obeys our laws and considers our opinions? So powerful and so easy for him to help us?"

"—if this is a game, who knows if one day he will destroy this beautiful world he built just because he is tired of being liked and respected, just like a child will use boiling water when he is bored Watering the roots of plants?"

Having said that, Lex finally sighed.

"Of course, we all know that these speculations and suspicions are wrong."

"No one would dedicate their life to a game."

He stared ahead, at the coffin with the red roses in full bloom, with a mournful expression on his face, but he gritted his teeth and went mad with hatred in his heart.

Is this what you want?He asked the dead Superman in his heart, is this what you want?

"—I must admit that I have too much malice and too much slander for Superman."

"He came into this world without any lofty wishes or ideals."

"He never intended to be a savior, or a dictatorial emperor, although to him the two are about the same thing, after all, in a world ruled by Superman, I can say that at least there will never be war."

"But even with such a powerful force, he still generously gave us the power to choose. He chose to help us as a guardian and protector, not as a leader and controller."

"He had great strength, yet was always humble."

"He had a noble heart, yet never took credit for it."

"When we look back at Superman's life, when we talk about his exploits - look back, look around you, all you see is his legacy."

Lex closed his eyes, as if seeing Superman smiling at him.

Bring a little surprise, a little helplessness, a little vigilance, and a little ridicule.

Yes, that's the look on Carl's face when he hears him say those words.

That's the look Superman would have.

"Society is developing rapidly, everything is changing with each passing day, new people are born under new rules, and our arrogance has surpassed everything."

"We value wisdom too much and ignore morality, we sing power too much and ignore benevolence, we worship technology too much and despise humanity."

"And Superman—he has it all."

"But never proud, never complacent, never stop fighting for a better world."

"Fight for us."

"Superman's passing is a loss to the world, brothers, sisters, black people, white people, everyone: until today, when he actually leaves, we don't know what a precious heart we've lost."

"As for my loss?"

"He used to be my east, my west, my south, and my north;"

"My working day, my rest day;"

"My noon, my midnight, my words, my songs."

Lex took a few steps back, forgetting the tsunami of screams and applause.

I don't believe love can be immortal:

I'm wrong.

He closed his eyes and staggered to hold on to the curtain, the long-overdue heartache finally emerged from the depths of his soul;

He finally felt what he should have felt long ago, those confused emotions and blank senses, those gibberish words;

Upside-down nails, tilted birds, clouds as heavy as lead, cold fingers...

His light went out.

The author has something to say:

The last line Mr. Lai uses is my favorite love poem.

Auden's "Funeral Blues"

The last sentence, the original sentence is "I thought love could be immortal: I was wrong."

In order to conform to this article, it has been changed a bit to correspond to the previous one.