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

His words were like a few stones falling on the ice, and the sound of ding ding dong dong caused ripples in the ice and snow world, and after the ripples, the world returned to dead silence.

Alexander squatted in front of Connor, and the little boy looked at each other for a while.

There was something in Connor's eyes that he couldn't read.

"Let's go," Alexander finally said, his tone soft and soft, that's how he coaxed Carl a long time ago, but it's a pity that Carl never bought it, "I'll take you to a place where you can play."

But Connor refused to go.

"Daddy's here," he said.

He glanced back at Carl's body from time to time to make sure he was still in place—not being able to hear Carl's breathing or heartbeat disturbed Connor, but his mood was generally stable.

This stability is truly heartbreaking.

"Connor." Diana said suddenly, drawing Connor's attention, "Listen, Connor, I know you're a smart kid, so you should understand what I'm saying: your father is going through what he went through The greatest battle of all time, a battle in which we can do nothing but watch."

"Is that the fight that killed him?" Connor asked.

"No, dear," said Diana, "death is the battle."

"Then I should stay with him."

"You stay with him all the time, honey." Diana put her arms around Connor, "but this time, no—it's too early for you."

She took the storybook from Carl's chest and gave it back to Connor, who hugged the book tightly to his chest as soon as he took it.

Then Diana looked at Alexander: "...maybe you'll want to speak at the funeral."

Alexander's smile was like a habitual lie: "No need. My identity is not suitable to appear at the funeral."

He stood up and scanned the hall, meeting the eyes of every superhero or superhuman who didn't recognize himself as a superhero rushing in, and all of them met Alexander's gaze without fear.

At this moment, Alexander suddenly realized that the faces of these people had become extremely strange.

They are no longer pictures and codes, but they have jumped out of the frame limited by him, broke away from the definition he once made for them, and smashed the perfunctory attitude he never took to heart.

His "feeling" has never been stronger.

...these people are alive.

And this undoubted and temperatureless fact suddenly made Alexander feel a sharp pain.

Because these people are still alive, but Karl is dead.

If he was human, he'd be scared and trembling about it; if he was human, he'd be screaming and crying about it; Slumbering on the couch, pretending Karl was just on a long trip.

But he just stood silently in front of Carl's body, looking at his familiar face, until a small hand took his hand.

"What are you waiting for?" Connor looked up at him, "Let's go, we'll come back to see Daddy when he's done working."

Alexander nodded.

He took the little boy to the small door on the side. Although the "headquarters" of the Justice League is not a real headquarters, all kinds of facilities are still available. The reception hall is connected to countless small rooms for repairs, and one of them is Belongs to Superman.

Connor's immature childish voice floated over faintly:

"When will Daddy come back? When can I read my storybook?"

Then came Alexander's smooth answer:

"You can watch it first by yourself, and when he comes back, you can watch it a second time together..."

Diana propped her elbows on the edge of Karl's bed as if overwhelmed.

"Your little boy is still such a fool," she whispered to Carl. "How can you keep him safe? Who will teach him and protect him? Alexander may be a good man, but he is too cold for a child." Nah, he hasn't changed from the first time I saw him at this point, and sometimes I can't believe he raised you. Because you're so genuinely gentle and caring. As for Lu Ser? He might be a good father—a 'good' father who doesn't fit the normal definition. I guess you know that too."

A line of tears fell from her cheeks.

"It's three o'clock," someone said.

Superman's official funeral was arranged in the metropolis, and the one in Washington could only be regarded as a small opening, used to tell everyone that Superman was really dead-not vague news, not unfounded speculation, not to mention Gossip used to fool the masses.

The entire Justice League, except for Wonder Woman and the "counselor," took the stage to speak.

If this is still unbelievable, then the superhumans who arrived one after another are also adding to the authenticity of this news.

Even for those who refuse to believe that "Superman is dead", the balance in their hearts is unstoppably tilted in another direction that is constantly adding weight.

Superman's burial place is arranged in the Metropolitan City Center Park.

This is not public news, but since the Justice League announced that Superman's funeral will be held, the Metropolitan City Center Park has been blocked by the military, and engineering teams have filed in to set up lights and high platforms in the most spacious places.

Anyone with a little brain can guess that, if the Metropolitan City Park will not become Superman's resting place, it must be an important occasion in the entire funeral.

The distance between Washington D.C. and the Metropolis is so close that if you start from the headquarters of the Justice League, with smooth traffic, it will take you about four hours to arrive at the Metropolitan City Center Park.

In other words, if everything they've seen and heard from the live footage is true, then it's time for Superman's mourners to head out from Justice League headquarters.

"Maybe they won't come on foot," someone said, with faint hope in their voice, "maybe they'll ride."

Another sneered: "Come on, why don't you say that we were all cheated today and that Superman's funeral was just a joke?"

"...I'd rather it was just a joke." A choked female voice said, "Really, if someone says that today's incident is a joke from beginning to end, I won't be angry at all."

Everyone fell silent.

This road is the only way to go to the downtown park of the metropolis. Anyone who can occupy a position on this road has just heard the news of "Superman's funeral" and hurried towards the place where the funeral is most likely to be held people who came.

They didn't even spend too much time to determine whether the news was true, let alone think about the scolding they might face from their bosses and superiors if they were absent from work for no reason.

In a very short but real time - all the joys and sorrows of the world are gone, all the mundane accidents and stories are missing.

At this moment, they only have Superman in their hearts.

This is Metropolis, and Metropolis is the city of Superman. It grows up under Superman's careful care. People indirectly helped by Superman can occupy almost a third of the entire city.

Superman is more than just a hero to Metropolitans.

He is the object of their respect and love, a friendly and cordial friend who lives on the street or in the alley (although you know in your heart that he definitely does not live on the street or in the alley, but he will give you such a feeling) acquaintance.

Sometimes the latter perception completely overrides the former, and sometimes Superman is more of a neighbor to the Metropolitan than a superhero.

People don't necessarily mourn the death of a superhero, but no one can fail to shed tears when a close and good neighbor leaves.

Even when people all over the world are questioning and accusing Superman, Metropolitans still love and trust their heroes and friends, but they are too proud of Superman, and they don't even defend Superman very much.

At this moment, the two identities of superhero and neighbor are suddenly unified in Superman.

"...This is not a joke." The first person to speak ruthlessly pierced the woman's fantasy, "It is impossible for the Justice League to make such a joke."

And too many people came to Superman's funeral. In addition to the well-known mutant organizations, there are also some superheroes who only act in a certain city. The identity is a funeral for Superman.

Even if the Justice League is joking, are superhumans all over the world, those races from the deep sea or even the depths of the universe, also deceiving them with the Justice League?

In anxiety and sorrow, the people on both sides of the street waited.

The sun is gradually sinking, and the sky is gradually dimming like their hearts.Fire clouds lit up on the horizon in the distance, and the brilliant red attracted the attention of countless people. They couldn't help but look up, looking for the red shadow in the corner of their eyes.

That red cape.

The one who didn't deserve to die.

In the end, they could only lower their heads in vain, waiting for the passing convoy.

Six pm.

Jacqueline was very tired.

She stood with her mother not far from the entrance of the Metropolitan City Center Park, standing in front of everyone, which means that they came here very early, and it also means that they have been waiting in place for more than nine months. Hour.

For nine hours, they did not drink a drop of water and only ate breakfast before going out.

Lisa thought she was doing well and could hold on, but Jacqueline's lips, which had just returned from her fever, were chapped.

She hugged her mother's leg and leaned against the crowd to keep herself in a standing position. After resting for a while with her eyes closed, she unknowingly fell into a restless sleep.

"Jacqueline?" It took Lisa a long time to realize that something was wrong with her daughter, and she hugged her in a panic, "What's wrong with you, are you uncomfortable?"

She picked up the little girl and felt Jacqueline's temperature with her forehead.

Lisa was relieved to have no fever, but Jacqueline's chapped lips were hard to ignore.

"She must be dehydrated," said a young man with earphones next to her. "Oops, we all came here as soon as we heard the news, and no one brought water or food—at least not around us."

"Is this your daughter?" An old female voice came from behind Lisa, "I'm not sure if this funeral is a suitable thing to educate your daughter. I suggest you take her home and let her have a good rest .”

"Yes," said another, and during the tedious waiting, this little episode attracted many people's attention, "anyway, the living is the best. Even Superman would want you to do this, I don't think he will Angry because you missed his funeral."

"...In the plane accident a few years ago, Superman was captured by reporters for the first time. The photo of him falling to the ground with the baby in his arms is the most famous, and I remember the photographer won an award." Lisa Hugging Jacqueline, he whispered, "But before that photo, there was another photo that was equally commemorative, the first person Superman saved after his public appearance. A little girl."

"That's my girl. My Jacqueline."

The girl who vaguely heard her name raised her head.

"...Mom?" she murmured, "you haven't told me whose funeral we're going to..."

Lisa patted Jacqueline on the back lightly, coaxing her to close her eyes again.

"Our whole family was on the plane at the time," Lisa said.

She sounded like she was coughing up blood.

No one speaks anymore.

After nearly an hour, someone suddenly poked her on the back. A hand from the crowd reached out and stuffed a canvas bag into Lisa's hand.

There were several candies and energy bars in different packaging in the paper bag, a small handmade sandwich in a ziplock bag, a clean bottle cap, and a sports cup with half a bottle of warm water left.

Things were in a mess, but it undoubtedly solved the urgent need.

"Thank you, thank you." Lisa was flattered.

She looked back, but only saw hair of countless colors, countless kind faces, and people in countless costumes.

After hearing the bad news early in the morning, Lisa was deeply saddened but her eyes were dry. Now the warmth from a stranger nourished her heart.

Strangely, this warmth also brought tears to her eyes.

It seems that the pain before was all suspended, and now it finally falls into reality.

"I'm starting to think this is destiny," said the young man in the headset. "Superman comes to Earth, changes us, and leaves."

"No," Lisa said, "he may be dead, but he never left."