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

Lisa raised her hand to look at the thermometer in her hand, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Her little daughter was lying on the bed, breathing sweetly and long, with an apple-like blush on her cheeks—this was caused by a short-term high fever. Fortunately, Lisa discovered it in time and used alcohol to physically cool her down.

Now Jacqueline's fever has completely subsided. With the help of Lisa, she just drank some water in a daze and fell asleep again.

Lisa watched Jacqueline's sleeping face tiredly and relieved: her brows and eyes were stretched because of comfort, and the corners of her lips were slightly curled up, as if revealing a smile for what she saw in a dream.

It was already dawn, and Lisa was working as a waiter in the coffee shop on the corner of the street. Today is her day off, which is why she spent most of the night taking care of her little daughter. Now Jacqueline's situation has completely improved, She heaved a sigh of relief, standing up against the edge of the bed, and quietly left Jacqueline's room.

She went downstairs slowly. Strangely, the stairs were extraordinarily quiet today.

There is a young couple living next door to their house. At this time, the loving young couple had already bid farewell at the door. Even if they didn't, the door next door would be wide open, and the aroma of baking bread would mix with it. Sweetness of honey or cream wafts out.

But today the door next door was locked tightly, and Jacqueline stood curiously at the door for a while, only to hear the woman's whimpering and a strong smell of cigarettes.

Startled, she hurried away.

A widowed old lady lived downstairs in their house. She raised three or four or five or six cats of different colors and breeds. She also installed a small door on the door for pets to come and go. I opened the small door a long time ago, and when the cats came back at night, I locked the door again.

In the past, those restless little things had already ran out along the door, but today this small door is locked.

This made Lisa pause a bit uneasily, fearing that something had happened to the old lady—the old lady was not young anymore.

But she only stood by the door hesitantly for a moment, and the door opened.

"It's you, little girl." The old lady said softly, with cloudy but kind eyes under her drooping eyelids, "don't be too sad, alas... who knew such a thing would happen? What a good man he is My little boy climbed up the tree and couldn’t get down. He helped me a lot. I gave him the biscuits I baked, and he would say thank you grandma..."

Lisa was babbled into her ears in a daze, and the old lady didn't have a point in what she said, but Lisa felt her heart pounding more and more as she listened to it.

"What do you mean?" She suppressed the anxiety and interrupted the old lady, "What happened... What happened?"

The old lady shut her mouth and looked at Lisa in surprise.

"The Justice League is going to hold a funeral for Superman," she said. "It was announced at [-]:[-] a.m., and the funeral will be officially held at [-]:[-] p.m.."

Lisa just felt a blow to the back of the head.

Her body leaned to the side, and she was about to fall, but she held on tenaciously, but both her expression and her demeanor were very ugly.

Lisa didn't know how she went downstairs to throw out the trash and how she got home when Jacqueline was awake and sitting at the table eating mini sandwiches with milk, she had just had a bout of illness , the spirit is not very good, Lisa looked at her, she raised her head and smiled at her mother.

Her smile quickly turned to confusion.

"...Mom, what happened?"

Lisa walked up to her quickly, holding her daughter's small face to her chest, and Jacqueline also opened her arms and hugged Lisa tightly.

"Why are you crying?" Jacqueline asked softly.

"We're not going to class today, baby." Lisa shook her head, stroking Jacqueline's head. "Today we're going to a... funeral."

The Justice League is headquartered in Washington.

Although anyone with a little brain knows that this cannot be the real headquarters of the Justice League, but at least this is indeed the stronghold of the Justice League.

It was here that people learned the news of the establishment of the Justice League. Now, Superman's coffin will also be carried out from here.

The hall was extremely empty, with only a wooden bed in the center.

Superman was lying on the wooden bed with his hands at his sides.

Wonder Woman knelt beside Superman.

Her expression was still calm, but no one would think that her mood was as she showed.

Since sending Superman to the lobby of the Justice League headquarters, she has been guarding Superman's side. During this period, Green Lantern came several times, not daring to get too close to her. He just looked at Superman from a distance and walked away quietly.

The Flash was bold, he dawdled behind Wonder Woman, and then stayed where he was.

He stared at Superman lost in thought.

Time froze on Big Blue's body, keeping his last moment forever.

Anyone who saw him would believe that he just closed his eyes and took a nap, because his face looked so smooth and soft; his hands were naturally curved, and Flash suspected that if he touched them, the big blue man's palm would still be warm.

The biggest difference from the past is that Superman doesn't wear his uniform, but yes, everyone knows that Superman's uniform was damaged in the fight with that monster.

He's wearing a little blue dress with a touch of red...it really suits a big blue guy, Flash thought.

In any case, the man lying before them looked nothing like a lifeless corpse.

His long, straight eyelashes flickered for a moment.

The Flash startled: "He's awake! He's awake! I saw him blink!"

"...It's the wind." Diana finally said the first words, "He didn't wake up, Flash, it was just a gust of wind."

"But I really saw it! He was really blinking!" The Flash insisted, "Although he moved so fast that I couldn't see it clearly, it must not be the wind!"

He hurried past Wonder Woman and reached for Superman.

Wonder Woman didn't stop him, she silently watched Flash reach out her hand, silently watched Flash's hand froze on Superman's face, silently watched Flash withdraw his hand, silently watched Flash blankly standing next to Superman.

"...he's ice." The Flash seemed to have a hole in his throat, and he was still blown when he spoke.

He repeated in a murmur: "He's ice."

Superman is dead.

Of course the dead are cold.

But how could Superman die, and how could he become cold?

Even now, when he is lying on the wooden bed, he still looks so warm, just like when people see a burning fire, they seem to feel the temperature of the flame. When you get close to him, you may even have him still alive. The illusion of radiating heat outward.

More and more people are coming to the Justice League hall.

Wonder Woman and The Flash stayed inside without seeing anyone, and Green Lantern took on the important task of receiving visitors.

It was obviously inappropriate to let the superheroes who came to the funeral stay outside the door, so Green Lantern took them into the reception hall of the Justice League headquarters and asked them to stay here and wait for the funeral to begin.

The mutants were the first to arrive: all Xavier Academy and all the fraternity came.

The members of the two teams still dislike each other, but this dislike is also a small friction between the companions, and it is obviously not an occasion for them to quarrel, and everyone is sitting in their seats peacefully.

Then came the Avengers.

Iron Man - the only superhero who voluntarily revealed his true identity, Tony.Stark—without armor, came in a suit, and all the Avengers except him were in uniform.

Afterwards, a group of oddly dressed oddballs arrived. Among the members were raccoons that walked upright and small saplings that could move. The one who walked in the front was a tall, blond man.

No one in the room knew their identities until Green Lantern recognized the blond man's.

"His Royal Highness Prince of Asgard." He said in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Superman is my old acquaintance," Thor whispered. "I should have come."

Angela had already walked towards Professor X and the others, Peter almost followed him, but it was Gamora who saw that Angela knew the person opposite, and stopped Peter.

"Prince of Asgard?" Tony said, "Thor Odinson?"

Thor looked over.

"Your brother is here with me," Tony said. "We'll talk about what he did later."

Then came a lot of people, many famous or unknown superheroes, or superhumans who were both good and evil.

There are even quite a few alien envoys with strange shapes—their races, countries or planets have all been helped by Superman, and they came all the way here when they heard of Superman’s funeral.

Some started rushing to the earth as soon as the news of Superman's death came out, and they arrived at their destination after traveling for a long time; some are still on the way, and they will miss Superman's funeral, so they can only pay their respects at Superman's tombstone.

The people in the hall gathered more and more, gradually they could not sit down anymore, and those who came first were easy to talk, and when the chairs in the living room were removed, people changed from sitting to standing, some people remained silent, while others talked with each other. The people around chatted softly.

Most of them are talking about Superman.

"He has a strong character." Someone said, "I have never seen such a determined person. He seems to know exactly what he is going to do, what purpose he is going to achieve, and he even knows how to deal with those bad people." .”

"Before I met Superman I was not a good person, I did a lot of bad things - no, there is no worst kind." Another said, "Superman found me, helped me, and made me understand what I did in the past mistakes and how to make up for them.”

"He's the nicest man I've ever met," someone said, "and we're all here, and I dare say there's not a man here who hasn't been helped, rescued, and helped by him." Or be patient and appease."

"A person can be regarded as a good person if he can do some good deeds without endangering his own interests; on this basis, if he can persevere in doing good deeds, he can be praised as noble by everyone; what about Superman? We all know that How he's done it over the years, he's always helping people, even at the expense of himself."

"..."

The hall fell silent, and everyone felt sad.

Gradually, some people were sobbing, and more people's eyes were red but they didn't say a word.

Superman lay quietly on the wooden bed, neither breathing nor heartbeat, unable to wake up from sleep.

——But there are still countless people, looking forward to, longing for, waiting for him to wake up again.

Carl felt as if he had forgotten something.

He doesn't know why he is flying in the sky... Although flying in the sky is not a surprise to him at all, when Superman appears, he always "falls from the sky", and flying is an instinct for him... But Like now, it was the first time that he woke up from a dream and found himself flying in the sky.

The sky is very empty today.

The earth also gave him a different feeling.

Things that had been so familiar in the past became extremely strange, as if what he saw was only a vague dream.

Wait, dream?

Karl stopped in mid-air. He looked around vigilantly, feeling that he might have encountered some enemy who could manipulate his will or thought. He searched his memory for who the possible enemy was, but he couldn't find it. When it comes to the final answer, or in other words, there are too many possible candidates after seeing the parallel world, which interferes with his judgment...

He suddenly heard a loud bang!

The loud rumbling sound seemed to burst his eardrums, and Karl's heartbeat became rapid.

All the stars in his eyes suddenly went out, and a huge red light re-ignited the dark universe. a few fragments—

No, it's not possible.

However, a certain premonition has occupied all of Karl's thoughts.

He dazedly hovered in the same place for a few seconds, then suddenly came back to his senses, mustered up the courage to charge towards the menacing meteor that was flying closer and closer, he hugged the front end of the meteor tightly, pressed his chest against it and moved forward It was not more difficult than imagined. It was tamed in Karl's hands, and the flames generated by friction with the air gradually dispersed, revealing the true face of this meteor.

No, it's not possible.

But the fact is in Karl's eyes: it is not a shooting star.

It is a rocket.

a spaceship.

Obvious...obvious Kryptonian design, definitely from Kryptonian technological achievements.

After crossing the long and arduous interstellar journey, its outer shell suffered various damages, and the overall structure was on the verge of cracking. Those mottled coatings and protruding metal all showed that it had not reached its destination before. How many dangers have been experienced, and how many crises have been overcome.

If Karl hadn't been familiar enough with Krypton under Alexander's teaching, he would never have been able to recognize the spaceship in the first place.

In fact, even now he is not very sure that he is right, because Krypton is too far away for him. Krypton is a holographic projection, a dream, a beautiful but non-existent hometown.

He loves it and doesn't know if he really loves it.

Why are they flying in the sky all of a sudden, why are all the stars going out all of a sudden, these questions suddenly become irrelevant.

Karl opened the cabin of the spaceship with trembling hands. His thoughts were chaotic, but his hearing was still sharp. Before opening the cabin, he was mentally prepared——

In that small cabin lay a dead baby.