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

Chapter 351

Karl shuddered almost instinctively.

He wanted to back up and run away, but resisted the urge in the end, and bent down, carefully lifted the tiny corpse out of the cabin—a desperate and cruel torture, Carl thought.

The strange thing was that his fear had almost dissipated in this short period of time, especially after the dead baby was in his arms.

I don't know how long the child has been dead. He is wearing slightly old clothes, holding a palm-sized toy in his hand, and his face and limbs are still intact. Karl tried his best not to look at the picture with vaguely familiar shadows. Xiaolian, after lightly carrying the child out, took off her red cloak, wrapped him up, and put him a little further away.

Then he inspected the ship, becoming increasingly convinced that it was from Krypton.

But Krypton was destroyed long ago.

No, that's not the point. The point is that Karl found the emblem of the Al family in the spaceship and the baby's name.

Kal． El.

On the long journey from Krypton to Earth, the young child has passed away...but if Kal. El is already dead, who is he?

Carl's mind was full of chaos.

He came out of the cabin of the spaceship, walked to the child's body and sat down. After a while, he felt that it was not good to let the child lie on the ground like this, so he picked up the child and looked at his face blankly.

He felt an unbearable grief and anguish, even more unbearable than actual death.

--and many more.

real death?

A ray of memory broke through the fog that confused Karl, and he remembered something. Although his memory was not very clear, it seemed that he had lost many important treasures during the very long journey, but that feeling, that feeling A feeling so complicated that it would scare him just thinking about it gradually expanded from the bottom of his heart...

"Death," he whispered, "is that you?"

I live!I'm alive!

The painful voice screamed in his ears, Karl held the child in his arms tightly, telling himself over and over again, I am still alive, I am still alive, I did not die with Krypton, I am still alive and well, There is almost nothing in this universe that can hurt me...

But why.

Why is Krypton dead and I'm still alive?

He hugged the dead child in his arms, as if in this way he could become one with the child, experience the tumbling and complete despair in the huge explosion together, and the loneliness, the loneliness of only one person in the long journey; Looking at this child, unlike him, this child belongs to Krypton, so embracing this small corpse is like embracing dead Krypton.

And embracing Krypton is like embracing the death that ultimately brings it all to an end.

death.

What a beautiful name.

"...you really think so?" Carl heard a laugh, as pale as a ray of morning light passing through a crack in a leaf, "I'm honored, Superman, if you really think so..."

A concrete shape condensed before his eyes, black robes that dragged to his feet and a long hood that covered his chin, and a huge scythe held by white finger bones - the standard legendary Grim Reaper.

goddess of death.

The source, creator and manipulator of all living souls in the universe.

The embodiment of the concrete form that represents the end of all life in the universe.

The master of all mythological "death, king of Hades, king of hell".

It often appears in the image of a woman, and sometimes it will show the appearance of withered bones. Very few people who are extremely powerful or extremely lucky, or both, will have the opportunity to see her when they die. her beauty.

Carl looked at her, and when he saw her, the broken rocket, the dead child, and the universe he was in disappeared, and he found himself hovering in an unknown space... maybe there was no space at all This thing, who knows?Everything around him reminded him of the interior of the matrix.

He suddenly realized what had happened.

"Since you and I are here," he said, "I'm dead?"

"Like I told you the last time you saw me, Superman, you're dying."

"No, it's not the same."

"For you," replied the goddess of death.

She gently approached Karl, and opened her arms beside him. Karl stared at her, confused and full of doubts, but pressed his lips firmly, rejecting her caress:

"I'm not dead."

"You don't, dear, you don't," Death sighed softly, "but what difference does it make? A little more time, or a little less time...you'll see it's pointless. I've given You were patient enough, before you realized everything, before you landed on Earth..."

She raised her hand, knuckles crooked, to hold a boy, the dead body of the baby Karl had held in his arms.

his own corpse.

"...I didn't take you away."

Carl watched what happened to the little ship after it left Krypton.

The journey that seems to never reach the destination, the distorted space and raging storm in the universe.

He saw how the little spaceship escaped all the disasters that could completely destroy it, saw how the boy in the spaceship looked up at the colorful universe outside the cabin, saw him holding the little spaceship My toy fell asleep quietly...

Where did he put that toy?Carl racked his brains to think, but couldn't think of anything.

"Then don't take me now." He gritted his teeth and said to the goddess of death, "never—never take me away!"

He took a sudden step forward, but suddenly broke free from the dream that the goddess of death gave him. He found that he was standing in a bustling world, surrounded by tall buildings that were completely different from the style of the earth, and people wearing traditional costumes Walking and walking, talking and laughing loudly.

What they wear are all Kryptonian costumes; what they say is all Kryptonian language; every word that can be seen on the street is Kryptonian text.

He didn't break free from the dream given to him by the Goddess of Death, he just came to a new dream from the old dream...

Or not a dream.

He realizes that he is traveling through time, but not really time travel, all he can see is the projection shown to him by the goddess of death, and he is full of distrust and uncontrollable joy, staring at Krypton - not from The Krypton of the parallel world, but his own Krypton.

It's not terribly special, and to be honest, it's not terribly nice either.

But it was right in front of him at the moment, so real, he could almost be sure that this was the Kryptonian he wanted, he had witnessed with his own eyes how prosperous and advanced it was, and experienced how bright and fresh it was.

Then, he realized it was going to die.

Before his eyes, Krypton was dead: a huge explosion, people who couldn't avoid it, cries of pain, buildings and mountains collapsing together, oceans and horizons set off a tsunami, and all life that depended on it died. , the planet finally shattered into countless pale green fragments, and with the huge jet force generated by the big bang, it flew to the end of the universe.

"That is the end of everything." The Goddess of Death whispered, "No matter how great it was, no matter what it meant, everything in this world has only one destination."

"That's death."

However, there was not much arrogance and arrogance of a victor in her voice. She even sounded a little helpless and regretful, as if she was telling a boring joke. She didn't think it was funny for a long time, but she still managed to agree with it.

Carl didn't speak, and he didn't know how to speak.

Time turned into small fragments one after another in front of him, and he traveled through his past, some memories were clear to him, but some memories seemed completely new.

When he was 13 years old, he saw that he couldn't sleep all night, staring blankly at the void, immersed in unknown shock, excitement and helplessness.

He saw him looking at a beautiful woman with his head tilted, holding chocolates and biscuits in his hands. He was reluctant to part with the chocolates, so he tried to stuff the biscuits into that hand, which made her laugh... At that time, he was only six Seven years old, or younger.

He saw him fly to the window of a boy to see him. The boy was being beaten by a man, his fingers were clutching the carpet tightly, trembling but he could not make a sound. He watched for a while, and after watching When he got home, he asked the other older man some questions, and what the older man said, he just nodded and never looked at the boy again.

Although he seems to want to see each other.

He also saw himself running in a very dark city when he was younger, perhaps only one or two years old. Karl felt that he knew this city, but he couldn’t think of any cities other than Metropolis… Is this New York?No, it wasn't, it was another name, but he couldn't remember it.

It was his past, Carl realized, and he couldn't remember it.

How many things did he leave behind on the way here?

"Not much," said Death, "but nothing less."

"The last time I saw you, you said I didn't belong to you." Carl murmured, "Why did you change your mind this time?"

"I haven't changed my mind, darling. Death has many meanings, but it is never changeable. You were never mine, Superman. Death is the end of all things, but there are always exceptions." said the Goddess of Death." And you're the exception."

"Then why am I here!" Carl was angry, "Why are you here?"

"—you want to see me, dear, that's why."

There was a sigh as the goddess of death disappeared, and Carl struggled, reaching out in vain, trying to grab or touch something.

"I can't die," he said. "I can't die. What's going to happen to my friends when I'm dead? Nini and Bruce will probably take decades to get over it, Charles and Eric will be very sad, Rao will never believe that I'm dead; I have so much to do, so many problems to deal with..."

But you do, at one point, long for death.

There was a voice whispering in his heart, and he knew it was true, but he didn't know how to face it, didn't know how to face the dark side of his heart, the part he hid or deliberately didn't see.

No wonder he forgot so many things.

He didn't forget anything, he just hid them all.He hid them so deeply that he felt he had forgotten them all.

"You always say that you can't die." At this moment, he heard the voice of the goddess of death again. There was a melancholy smile in her voice, like a girl in love who just met her lover, "What about you?" ? What are your own thoughts?"

His own ideas?Of course he didn't want to die.

Giving up is not his style.

But now, in this unknown place, in a corner where no one is disturbing, when he has enough time and space to think about what he has done and what he is going to do, when he realizes who he really is , and what others want him to be, and what he himself wants him to be, he understands where the problem lies.

"I don't want to die," he murmured, "but I'm so tired...I want to rest."

It's a pity that there is no time for rest in a job like Superman.The job of a superhero is too corrosive and destructive to lose once you start it, much less stop it.

It doesn't matter if you're doing it right, but if you're doing it wrong, it's a serious problem.

If he could go back in time, he wouldn't have been so eager to make himself Superman as a teenager.

It’s too early to be a teenager, even 30s are too early, [-]s is the most suitable time period, at that time he must be mature:

At least more mature than now.

But it's pointless to say that now.

Once you start this job, there is no way to finish it, or even stop it.In this case, there is no point in saying or thinking more.

It's just that one thing still lingers in his mind all the time, which puzzles him.

It stands to reason that nothing in the world can really hurt him.

So why did he... die?

"The man lying here is a man we all know: a man who was impartial, a man of perfect morals, and whose entire life, I would say, was devoted to the greatest cause," Green Lantern said, "to save and help others. "

"As a friend of his I have nothing to say, I think everyone knows who he is. All I can say is that it is the saddest thing for him to leave us and I think it will be sad for everyone, even the most Hate Superman, the one who is always stopped by Superman."

He stood on the high platform and delivered a short speech, in line with the usual style of Green Lantern. His words were not particularly touching or sensational, but powerful enough.

Tears welled up in everyone's eyes, and everyone mourned the loss of a great hero.

The Flash was almost intimidated by the stares as he walked onto the dais.

"...I haven't known him as long as you know him," he said, "but I know him as well as you do."

He thought of Superman's bright as the sun's smile, and Superman's kind eyes and occasional small gestures.He remembered his anguish about his excessive speed before meeting Superman. As the fastest man in the universe, he had to say that he always had to slow down his pace to match the beat of others.

Others, other people, are always too slow.

And he himself was always too fast.

He can't live on the same channel as other people, and it may be the same distress for others.

But those troubles only appeared before he met Superman——

"Big Blue is a person who is very good at making people feel comfortable."

"He's happy to step with you, follow your beat, he's like the best sideman, you can do whatever you want, he'll always be there, and he doesn't think there's anything wrong with your nonsense."

"We could have fought side by side, fighting for common aspirations and ideals, and then, if we could, we could have spent time together outside of work."

God, he even thought about how to invite Big Lan to hang out, where they will have dinner for the first time.

But those bright futures that should have existed have disappeared.

The Flash tried hard not to cry in front of everyone.

They haven't had time for each other yet, but he's believed it, he's believed it from the first moment he saw Superman:

"We were supposed to be good friends. Good company."