[Comprehensive British and American] Don't rush, the angel beast is evolving

It was another winter in a blink of an eye.

In the winter of 2019, it snowed heavily in Washington.Those snowflakes were as big as butterfly wings torn off one by one, falling from the iron-gray sky one after another, and the snow in the streets and alleys reflected the sparkling silver sunlight.

The once bustling Washington DC is now empty.Those neglected shops looked like silent snowmen in the heavy snow. The thick snow piled up to the half of the door, covering the dilapidated advertising lights on the roadside.

Karl-El sat in a high-backed chair, with his arms resting on the armrests of the chair, listening to the steel frame report to him, but his eyes pierced through the conference hall of the Justice League, and he kept looking at the clouds piled up on the street The falling snowflakes looked at the small lounge of the Justice League, the boy who was still sleeping deeply under the blanket.

Wonder Woman noticed his trance,? She frowned and reminded him aloud: "Superman?"

Superman lowered his eyes, put his palm on his forehead, his face was hidden in the shadow covered by his palm, "I'm listening,? Diana."

Cyborg and Wonder Woman looked at each other in silence, Cyborg pointed out the three-dimensional image projected in the air with his finger,? There are some latest casualty data and topographic maps on it,? "We found traces of the rebels near Cape Town .The people there were helping them hide information from the government forces...We were also attacked by local militias when we sent people to check..."

Superman said deeply: "Check out all the people who have contact with the rebels,? I will handle this matter myself."

Cyborg silently looked at Superman with his black and white eyes.

He opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and finally chose to close his mouth when Superman glanced at him.

In the fourth year of Superman's reign, the world is scarred.

Most of the citizens who originally chose to submit to the superhuman regime have sided with the rebels.Superman's ruling government thus became more violent, brutal, and ruthless day by day. The government publicly suppressed all uprisings, banned public gatherings, did not allow any entertainment programs to be broadcast, and did not allow private printing of cultural products.

The global economy is declining day by day, air routes are interrupted, industrial division of labor is stagnant, private companies have closed down one after another, people have no jobs, and naturally no income. In addition, protracted wars have caused serious economic losses around the world, and the population on the earth has dropped sharply. Getting closer to a death star.

Superman becomes a true dictator.

He used bloody means to suppress the rebellion, encircled and suppressed the emerging rebel forces, and the captured rebel soldiers were often executed directly by Superman—all human beings trembled and cried under the rule of this Kryptonian, and human dignity was destroyed. Thousands of years of civilization are broken, and the earth is full of holes and crumbling.

After the meeting, Kal-El returned to his one and only break room at Justice League headquarters.

His Rorschach was still sleeping soundly in the bed. This Rorschach, who had no idea that the outside world was already in turmoil, was still safely and happily protected under his cloak.

"Rorschach," he dug Rorschach out from the soft goose down quilt, and hugged his sides with both hands, his body in the palms was surprisingly thin, "wake up, the sun is shining on the buttocks."

The teenager who had been disturbed from a good sleep started to lose his temper in his arms. He lightly kicked the god of the world with his white and tender foot, rubbed his eyes, and complained dissatisfiedly: "Why, I want to sleep --I want to sleep!"

Kal-El chuckled and grabbed his feet, shoving them back.

Each of these two slender ankles has a thick black and thick iron ring, connected to a heavy iron chain, and the end of the iron chain is fixed to the ground.

These iron chains are made of Corundum steel, and compared to its hardness, the weight is actually not heavy.Corundum steel is the hardest steel in the universe, it can only be cast under the pressure of reverse black holes, and is often used to drag stars.

When Rorschach was rescued by him, his spirit was not stable, and he would often fall into a rampage in an unconscious state, evolving into the form of a Seraphim to fight him, causing extensive damage.

Later, he went to the universe to find the Corundum steel furnace left in the ancient galaxy, where he cast this anklet and this room, trapping Rorschach in this room forever.

Apart from him in the universe, no one else has the power to tear the Korentim steel.Rorschach would be very, very safe here.He no longer has to worry that Rorschach will leave him.

And after he put this anklet on Rorschach, Rorschach's mental state stabilized day by day.

That painful Rorschach has appeared less and less in the past few months, and the current Rorschach is getting happier and happier every day——

Superman hugged Rorschach, lowered his head and kissed his trembling eyelashes, and made a low coaxing sound from his chest: "Don't sleep anymore, get up and have breakfast, huh? What do you want to eat? It's snowing today, I'll close the window later Open it for you, okay?"

Rorschach in his arms blinked and asked him: "What is 'Snow'?"

"It's a beautiful, white flower, you can see it in a while. In today's diary, you can write that the weather is snowing." Superman began to help Rorschach change his clothes.He asked Rorschach to open his arms, helped him take off the light blue cotton pajamas, and put on a delicate and smooth cashmere pullover for him. Rorschach quietly let him play with it, as well-behaved as an exquisitely crafted doll.

He put on the fluffy and soft white turtleneck sweater, and couldn't wait to turn around and reach for the notebook beside the bed, "I'll show you yesterday's diary! I learned a few more words!"

His diary is checked by Superman every day. The diary is full of typos, upside-down spellings, confusing syntax and punctuation marks. Although Superman is teaching him to spell as much as possible, Rorschach's brain has difficulty remembering. those acquired knowledge.

Maybe he subconsciously resisted learning that knowledge, he was resisting becoming the smart Rorschach in the past, just like when Carl first taught Rorschach to write his own name, he resisted violently, screaming and crying crazily, and later fell into Go berserk and evolve into Seraphim.

Karl managed to subdue the Angel Beast. Rorschach fell into a coma for nearly a week, and after waking up, he had already forgotten how to write his name.

"I'll see later, I'll make you breakfast first, how about Dutch muffins today?" Carl asked patiently.

Rorschach nodded happily, and gave Carl a sweet smile. Two white knees knelt on the bed and hugged Carl's neck: "We need to put a lot of icing!"

"You can't have too much frosting, you'll get cavities." Carl scratched his nose with his knuckles.

This childish little thing wrinkled his nose, subconsciously he didn't dare to disobey Karl, his unhappy expression was already written on his face, he could only lower his dense eyelashes, and said aggrievedly: "But I like to eat icing sugar .”

Carl watched him silently.

He sat on the edge of the bed, and for a moment seemed to have traveled back to the metropolis many years ago. That bright and happy Rorschach used such a pity trick to force him to put an extra slice of cheese in the potato burrito. Spend one rainy weekend after another on the sofa in a small apartment.

But in a blink of an eye, the old dream has become a lifetime, and there is no return date in the vast time.

When he brought out a plate of muffins sprinkled with raspberries, blueberries and white icing, Rorschach was already squatting in a chair and obediently drinking milk.Holding the glass in one hand, he was fiddling with the small square picture frame on the dining table. In the frame was the photo he had found in Rorschach's clothes, taken many years ago under the Christmas tree in Rockefeller Plaza.

Since Luo Xia saw this photo, he couldn't put it down. He held the photo in his palm every day, and the edges of the photo had been polished white by his sweat.Carl was worried that the photo would be softened and damaged, so he found a small metal photo frame to put the photo in, so that Luo Xiajiu could always carry the photo.

Carl put the muffin in front of Rorschach, and Rorschach raised his head, smiled at him again, showing two rows of white and glistening teeth, and then showed the photo to Carl showing off.

He clicked on the tall and tall Clark Kent in the shirt in the photo, as if he was reading, and said firmly: "Carl."

Then tap the thin figure beside him whose face cannot be seen clearly, only red scarf and hat can be seen, "Rorschach."

"It's so smart, yes, that's me and you." Carl praised him gently.

Rorschach turned the photo back to face himself, stretched his arm, and held it next to Carl, comparing his eyes with the big boy in the photo and the god in front of him, with a slightly puzzled expression on his face, and with the other hand He stroked the white hair on Carl's temples.

He was wondering why the person in the photo had white hair.

But he didn't know it was white hair. He thought it was the paint that accidentally got on Carl's hair, so he stretched out his soft fingertips and gently wiped Carl's temples, trying to wipe off the gray hair.

Carl slowly held his finger, trembling in pain: "It can't be wiped off, Rorschach."

Rorschach looked at him puzzled, and asked naively, "Why?"

Carl lowered his eyes and said with a wry smile, "Because once a person grows gray hair, it can never go back. I'm old, Rorschach."

Luo Xia shook his two well-proportioned calves, and his face was full of curiosity: "Will you grow gray hair when you get old? What do you mean you can't go back? Why can't you go back when you grow gray hair?"

He was still curious about everything as before, but he could never get answers from Carl.

Carl didn't answer his question.

After Rorschach finished his breakfast, he carried him to the window, put on thick warm clothes for him: a white woolen hat, a large knitted scarf, and a velvet coat, and then opened the door that was also made of Corundum steel. windows.

The heavy snow and cold wind in Washington rushed towards them from the window, and a snowflake stuck to Rorschach's face. Rorschach screamed, and jumped into Carl's arms in panic, tears quickly rolled down from the baby's blue eyes.

—he was afraid.

There was something obviously wrong with him, he was trembling with fear, his whole body was convulsing slightly, he was so out of breath from crying, he was about to suffocate.

"Rorschach, what's the matter? I'm here, don't be afraid, don't be afraid—" Carl hurriedly patted him on the back, trying to comfort him, but when Rorschach saw his face, he yelled "Ahhh" louder, His body trembled more and more, even though he was wearing heavy clothing, his slender arms seemed to be broken in Karl's hands.His fear of Carl seemed to run deep into his bones.

He cried so loudly that he was about to faint, and even started to pinch his own neck and the back of his hands like self-harm. Carl closed the window in a panic, carried him back to the bed, and comforted him one after another: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, Rorschach, What's the matter with you, what scares you? Can you tell me, Rorschach, baby, tell me."

Rorschach held his head with both hands, shaking his head and sobbing constantly, like a baby bird that lost its mother, trembling in the storm.While crying, he choked up in despair: "Don't snow, don't snow——no, I'm afraid, I'm afraid, woohoo..."

He was chanting a few words back and forth like crazy, his spirit was on the verge of collapse, and he could not hear Carl's words at all, but Carl realized what he was talking about the moment he opened his mouth.

The pupils in Kryptonian blue eyes suddenly shrank.

snowstorm--

In an arctic blizzard, he dug the kryptonite out of his chest in front of Rorschach, killed Billy, and broke Batman's spine.

The blizzard that fell on the ice-capped fields in front of the Fortress of Solitude also fell on their hopeless fate.

Carl lowered his head and hugged Rorschach, his eye sockets were sunken in the shadow cast by the brow bone, feeling like a thousand arrows were piercing his heart.

"...Rorschach," his hands were trembling, his voice was hoarse, he wiped away the tears on Rorschach's face with his thumb, and pressed this tearful face into his chest, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I won't be afraid anymore It won't snow in Washington, will you? Don't be afraid, Rorschach, my darling, I'll never let you see snowflakes—"

The thin body in his arms trembled almost convulsively, and it took a long time before it slowly regained its composure.

A pain caused Rorschach's long-suffering body to completely consume the stored energy. He was tired from crying, and soon fell asleep peacefully in Superman's arms, with a few small crystal teardrops still hanging on his eyelashes.

Superman put him back on the bed, tucked him in, and quietly left the room.

He flew to the clouds at a height of more than 6000 meters in the heavy snow, and melted all the clouds that produced snowflakes with heat rays. The water vapor turned into torrential rain and landed in the sky over Washington, DC.

It will never snow again in Washington.

... He will not let Rorschach see a single snowflake again.

This year's Christmas, Carl gave Rorschach a gift, a superman cotton doll with a red cape that he found with great difficulty in a store around the Justice League that was still open in the world.

Because he had to suppress uprisings all over the world, he couldn't stay by Rorschach's side 24 hours a day. Sometimes Rorschach woke up and couldn't find him, and would cry in anxiety. Hearing him helplessly calling him, Carl's heart ached It's all going to shatter.With this doll, at least Rorschach can have some company without him.

These peripherals have not been updated since he established the ruling regime. He can only find this old version of the red cape Superman doll. When Rorschach got the doll, he looked back and forth at their uniforms suspiciously.

But he quickly accepted this Superman doll in a blue uniform and a red cape, and he held it almost all the time. Every time before going to bed, he would put it next to his pillow with great care, next to the old Photos put together.

It's as if that's all he's happy about.

The fluffy doll was safe and harmless, and Rorschach carried it in his bosom most of the day, from winter to spring of the following year, and still couldn't put it down.

He also gave it a name, and with Carl's approval, called it Clark.

Carl nearly knocked over his water glass when he yelled that "Clark."

He looked at Rorschach, observed Rorschach's expression with probing eyes, and asked hoarsely, "Where did you know this name?"

Rorschach didn't realize it at all, and was still sticking to the belly of the Superman doll, smiling brightly at Carl, and then pointed to a painting on the wall: "There!"

It was drawn by him with crayon last year, a clumsy painting with only chaotic lines and color blocks, on which two small humanoid figures can be vaguely seen standing in a golden crayon line - according to Rorschach's description, it was The wheat fields in his dreams.

And those two villains, one is Karl and the other is him.

Carl asked, "Did you see me in the dream?"

Rorschach was puzzled by the sad expression on Carl's face, blinked his eyes, thinking that he had said something wrong: "...well, I heard it in my dream, I was calling, calling Clark..."

The more he spoke, the softer he was, afraid that Carl would get angry, he lowered his head while holding the cotton doll, and stepped on the stool with his feet tucked up, making an insecure posture.

Seeing him like this, Carl was heartbroken, and quickly adjusted his expression, showing a slight smile, and comforted him: "This name is very nice, you can name it Clark, it should also Will be happy to have a name."

Rorschach was still afraid. He picked up Carl's cloak with his fingers and shook it lightly to please him. The tip of his small nose was slightly raised, and his baby blue eyes looked for Carl's gaze: "...don't be angry."

"I'm not angry," Carl stroked his hair with a bloody painful heart, took him into his arms, and kissed his neck, hair, and fingertips, "...you don't even know that I have I love you so much. I swore that I would never be angry with you again, never hurt you again, and we will be together well, you know?"

The god of the world with gray temples, intertwined with his lover, his heart is full of sorrow and love that is so deep that it hurts.

Towards the end of spring, the Rebels suddenly disappeared.

Their past activities can be quickly discovered under the global monitoring of Cyborg, but this time, they have not been found for several weeks. This is very abnormal. Victor reported the situation to Superman, and Superman thought about it. After a long time, I couldn't figure out the reason.

So he decided to personally find out the news of the Avengers.

He knew that the Avengers' new base was in Africa, and Africa was also the main place where uprisings and riots took place, but the new base, which already had Wakanda technology, had more complete defenses and more concealment after being transformed by Iron Man and Batman. , he still has not found the address of the new base.

He checked repeatedly along the coastline in Africa, but he didn't hear that, on the other side of the ocean, in a lounge of the Justice League in Washington, the window made of Corundum steel was replaced by another man of steel. The sound of opening.

Dazzling yellow sun rays penetrated into the room, instantly drowning out the artificial light in the room. Rorschach hugged his Clark doll in fear and curled up, but in the bright late spring sunlight, he saw a scarlet flying cloak.

——that Apollo, the god of the sun, with the sea-like Kryptonian blue eyes, gleamed against the light and appeared in front of his eyes.

The author has something to say: "I can't tell the difference between the boundless years? Where is the date of return" is a lyrics from "Plum Fragrant as Old"