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

Karl has always felt that he is a determined person - he can maintain a good attitude after seeing countless parallel worlds, eat when he needs to eat, drink when he needs to drink, and sleep when he needs to sleep (although he doesn't need to eat, drink and sleep). This fact is enough to demonstrate the tenacity of his nerves.

In the past, Karl was not without temptations. The universe is so vast, there are so many intelligent races, and there are countless people who can carry out mental attacks or create illusions. He also has rich experience in dealing with them.

In those dreams, Krypton did not appear.

His home planet, his homeland, a homeland he had never been fortunate enough to set foot on.

The longer Karl grows up, the more he can feel the indelible bond between him and Krypton. It's not that he doesn't love the earth, or he's dissatisfied with the status quo, but...it's just that he can't ignore it.

He's a Kryptonian, not an Earthling.

That almost omnipotent power is part of him, and this part of him, of course, permanently removes him from the option of "being accepted by mankind".

He could accept these facts calmly and laugh them off, but ignoring them, even for him, was still an impossible task.

...Krypton.

It is a super civilization that has been destroyed. In the universe, countless such civilizations have been born and can die. Many times, the birth and disappearance of a civilization depends purely on luck. It is too late to say whether Krypton is bright or not.

In the universe and time, Krypton is not very special.

But from a personal point of view, it is sacred in Carl's heart, and Krypton is irreplaceable.

It is not just a planet and a civilization, but a home full of compatriots. On this planet, there will also be attacks against Karl.Al's hostility and suspicion, but this kind of hostility and suspicion is different from the hostility and suspicion on Earth——

Carl sighed.

"Why should you be ashamed of your wavering?" Death was puzzled.

"I'm not ashamed of my wobbling. Although many times my friends think I'm too demanding of myself, I've never been one to be too hard on myself, and I know I have flaws and weaknesses," says Carl. Ashamed because..."

He couldn't go on.

There were tears in his eyes.

How did Clark feel when he saw Krypton in the illusion?For Carl, it was always a mystery.

He can see what happened from the perspective of a bystander, seeing Clark walking on Krypton in his dream, seeing him cover his face and weep after being forced to destroy Krypton in his dream to save others.

Carl was still very young at that time, and he could vaguely understand Clark's pain, but it was difficult to empathize with him.

Some pains are idiosyncratic and can only be understood after a certain experience.

At that time, he thought that Clark was just suffering from seeing Krypton, a prosperous and beautiful city. He thought that Clark had never mentioned Krypton too much before because Clark had no specific understanding of Krypton. It's just a concept like utopia or eden, if it ever existed it was destroyed, so just pile up all the good and wishes.

He thought that it wasn't until then that Clark fully understood the fact of the destruction of Krypton, just like he suddenly saw countless parallel worlds and understood the existence of "Superman" in his ignorance, but it took him a long time to slowly understand himself. who is it.

But now he realized that Clark wasn't crying about the passing of Krypton.

In the past stories that he failed to see, Clark has suffered countless times for the disappearance of Krypton. In the future stories that he has not had time to read, Clark may continue to suffer from this, but the tears he saw , The tears that flowed from the fingers that time, they are special.

What made him suffer the most was not facing the destruction of Krypton again, but after seeing the intact and vibrant Krypton, he said to it:

"……Do not."

Karl's refusal did not anger Death, perhaps because anyone could see how lingering it was for him.She raised her hand, the black cuff slipped from the wrist bone, and the slender hand bone lightly touched Carl's forehead.

"Then go to sleep, honey, I can't keep you forever with my strength," her voice carried the kindness and tenderness unique to death, "When you can leave, you will wake up..."

"What?" Carl subconsciously resisted the sudden sleepiness, "I appreciate your kindness, but I want to be sober..."

He slowly closed his eyes.

The background of this strange space collapsed, like a giant jigsaw puzzle being broken and reassembled.

First, the streets on the ground and the sun in the sky are formed, and then the air and the breeze formed when it flows; then comes the smell, which belongs to a city, and it contains everything in this city, whether it is the creation of the universe The creation of the creation of the universe has its own special smell; and finally there are details, details invisible to the human eye, microbes and the particles that make up microbes...

Death bent down and took Karl's head in his hands.

Under her finger bones, Karl began to shrink rapidly, as if time was running backwards on his body. In just a few seconds, he was as small as a doll bear, and could be picked up by death with one hand.

He didn't look like he was a year old, he was clearly still a baby.

His arms are short and fat, his stomach is straight, his cheeks are bulging like a steamed bun, he may have slept a little restlessly, his little mouth is curled up, and his eyelashes are blinking—look I feel a little aggrieved.

A man and a woman came from a distance talking and laughing, and a small floating stroller with small toys hanging on it followed them.

Death waited patiently with Carl, who was no bigger than a doll bear, and gently put him in the stroller when they passed by.

This action woke Karl up, and he sat up—it turned out that he couldn’t sit up at all—he was startled, and he opened his mouth to speak, but the sound he made was:

"Ah, ah... eh!"

Carl was terrified by his own tender, baby-like voice.

But this voice attracted the woman's attention, she stopped immediately, checked the situation of her son, and coaxed while watching: [What's wrong baby?Where is it uncomfortable? 】

Carl stared blankly at the face above that covered most of the sky.

Maybe this body was too young, he sobbed a bit.

【Oh, oh, don't cry, don't cry, isn't it too boring?Mom will hold you out immediately, don't cry, don't cry. 】The woman hugged Karl without thinking, shook him gently, and quickly reached into Karl's clothes with one hand and touched his stomach to judge the situation, 【Baby is good... not hungry, feed him some water, Joe , he may be thirsty. 】

The man standing aside watching the woman coaxing the child obediently took out a feeding bottle from under the stroller, held the bottom of the bottle and stuffed the pacifier into Carl's mouth.

Carl: "..."

He's definitely a little thirsty, but drinking from a bottle is too...

He didn't hold on for a few seconds before he gave in under the eager gaze of the couple. He opened his mouth to hold the soft nipple and tried to suck it, but he only drank a little water!

... a little sweet.

And he didn't feel it before drinking this little water, but now he is even thirstier.

Carl struggled with shame for a few seconds. When the woman waited for him to swallow, he felt something was wrong, and his hand was about to cough and cough (probably to judge whether he wanted to pee or um). , he resolutely abandoned his sense of shame, and sucked his pacifier vigorously.

Big streams of sweet water poured into his throat, and he concentrated on drinking the water, with both hands clenched into small fists and shrunk to his chest, as if he was trying hard.

Death smiled slightly.

Carl gurgled while drinking water, turned his eyes around to look for her, and stopped looking for her after a few laps.

He met the eyes of men and women.

The young couple smiled at the corners of their mouths and watched him drinking water sweetly, as if they were looking at some peerless treasure, as if they couldn't get enough of it in a lifetime.

Carl looked back shyly.

He drank it for a while and felt that it was enough, so he spit out the pacifier, and a wisp of water flowed down because his lips couldn't be covered. The man immediately reached out to wipe it for him, and carefully stroked Rika's neckline.

[Look at you, what a good father, huh? 】The woman said, 【You are doing better than I imagined. 】

[Okay, Lara. 】The man was a little helpless,【I just said that he is too young now, he can't even walk, he can only crawl, what's the fun in taking him out? 】

【You and I are both so busy at work, we don't have much time to get together. 】The woman replied, 【If you can be together for a while, stay together for a while. 】

The man didn't take it seriously: [Karl is your and my child, he must be a scientist in the future, we will be able to work together and spend some time together. 】

Carl, who "will definitely become a scientist" ... felt guilty again, and twisted his body in his mother's arms sadly.

Lara, who was just about to speak, left Joe behind and slowly shook Carl in her arms. Noticing that Carl was turning his head from side to side and looking around, she smiled in surprise: 【The baby is watching people, so smart. 】

Carl was stunned and couldn't make the logic of this sentence coherent.

Lara held him and continued to move forward, shaking her body rhythmically as she walked. The suspended stroller followed them. It was obviously a highly intelligent cradle, but Lara didn't seem willing to put down her young son .

After walking for a while with Carl in her arms, she stopped and handed Carl to Joe.

[Hold it well. ] She stared at her husband, 【Don't cry anymore. 】

Joe had no choice but to clumsily pick up his son under the guidance of Lara. He was tall and big, unlike the petite Lara, and he held Carl firmly with only one hand.

Lara held his other arm, and the two leaned close to each other, pacing forward leisurely.

Karl showed a smiling face, and at this moment, black shadows enveloped him.

Death's hand caressed Karl's face, and Karl opened his chubby little hand and grabbed a phalanx, so Death's hand paused, letting him just pinch it.

"As I promised, honey, I'll give you new Kryptonites while you stay here."

Carl stared at her with wide eyes and let out a series of meaningless babbles.

She didn't twitch.

It was Carl who let her go.

Then she said again:

"...and when you wake up, my dear, it will be a sweet dream."