Chapter 447: Screaming Poem (Part 2)

In the endless blizzard, a huge island rose into the sky. The blizzard surrounding it was like the elves dancing and celebrating when the gods came to the world. The cold wind that kept howling was like the hymn that the sky sang for this great power.

Under this huge island, there was a small figure. He was holding up the entire building with one hand and flying in the wind and snow.

His face was extremely pale, but his expression was always very resolute. He did not look back or look at the huge meteorite buried under the mayor's mansion that almost covered the entire manor.

Just now, when he went to lift the island of the entire mayor's mansion, such a large amount of radiation caused great damage to him again, but Clark still gritted his teeth and flew forward with the huge manor in the wind and snow.

The wind and snow blurred his eyes, concealed his voice, and even made his thoughts begin to become chaotic.

Looking up, the sky and the earth were all white.

Clark only knew that there was no direction, no purpose, and no hope. He wanted to fly farther, farther, the farther from the deadly radiation, the better. He wanted to put this manor in a safe place.

This goal kept echoing in Clark's mind, and he didn't even know what was supporting him to do this.

He was not stupid. He knew that everything that had just happened in the manor actually showed the ugliest side of these so-called upper-class people.

They didn't care about the truth or justice. As ants that were almost about to collapse, they looked down on all living beings from a high position in this prosperous society built by ordinary people, but they were far less noble than those hard-working people in terms of ability and character.

They thought they were above the rules of this society, but they knelt down faster than the cold wind whistling outside the window under the power. Whether in this absurd drama or in this complicated ant nest society, they were too deep into the play.

I don't know how long it took. Clark felt that it might be a century. His power, which was constantly weakened by kryptonite, was finally exhausted.

He tried to keep steady, but in the last landing distance, he still couldn't control the center of gravity of the whole manor well. When landing, a corner of the manor touched the ground first, and then smashed into the ground with a "boom".

And just this tremor, the whole manor has undergone tremendous changes.

Ordinary people are extremely fragile. They stand in the room, and they are still sighing at the power of the gods in the last second, and the next second, the disaster comes.

The manor with unstable center of gravity shook violently at first, and then shook left and right a few times, and the whole manor became a centrifuge.

The residents staying in the guest room first took off into the air, and then fell heavily to the ground. Some of them even collided with the wall a few times, and everyone had a bloody head.

The only advantage of this landing process compared to an earthquake or a crash is that it ends quickly, and those who are in the wrong posture will die quickly.

Among the residents of the entire three-story building, almost all of them were injured in this unstable landing, and the lightest was a broken forehead or a scratched arm. …

Most people had minor fractures, and there were not too many dead, about five or six, most of whom were elderly people who could not withstand the violent collision.

Clark, who had exhausted his last bit of strength, also fell to the ground, and then, in the cold snow, felt the snowflakes hitting his face.

Clark felt his body getting colder and colder, but he was relieved because he felt that he had saved everyone in the manor.

Without kryptonite, his strength recovered quickly. Almost in a short while, he felt that he could stand up, but just when he wanted to do so, he saw a man walking over in the vast blizzard.

He was wearing a suit, had green hair, and had clown makeup on his face, but he was not the clown standing in the banquet hall. His face made Clark feel a little familiar. In the blink of an eye, Clark exclaimed: "Professor Schiller..."

And what appeared in his field of vision was the kryptonite raised high and smashed again.

When Clark woke up again, he found himself in the banquet hall again. He was tied up again, and the kryptonite was firmly fixed on his chest. Obviously, he was unlikely to break free this time.

Batman in the monitoring room also saw the accomplice of the Joker who finally revealed his true face - that was another Joker.

Batman narrowed his eyes and showed his most common suspicious expression. He lowered his head and looked at the bat doll he threw on the ground, and fell into deep thought.

But the farce in the banquet hall was far from over. The Joker in a long suit came to Clark. After he squatted down, he kept playing with the button with his hands, and then said to Clark with blood on his face:

"Do you think I would be so boring? Let a group of idiots execute two other idiots?"

"My God! This is simply the worst script in the world, boring, uninteresting, and ignored..."

"If I was only at this level, I would starve to death, but Jack is the greatest comedian in the world!"

"Next, it's the real opening..."

He showed Clark a crazy smile, and at this moment, a disheveled woman rushed out of the guest room, came to the railing of the patio, and shouted wildly:

"Kill him, kill that damn monster!"

She lifted her hair with her hand, and there was a huge wound from her cheek to her neck, which looked like she had accidentally hit something when she landed.

Apart from this set of wounds, she was very beautiful and had a sexy figure. Her dress was glittering, but the wound and the blood on her chest made her look like a demon.

"He ruined my face! He ruined my entire acting career! I have another movie to shoot in the second half of the year. If I break the contract, I will lose everything!

! No!

!"

"Kill him! He's a monster! Woo woo woo..."

The woman's sharp roar and crying echoed in the manor. Obviously, she was going crazy.

In another room, a man dressed as a politician with a cane came out. His face was covered in blood and his arm was bent at a strange angle. He looked at the clown and said: ...

"It's not over yet! It's not over yet... I want to vote for Clark unanimously!"

"He moved the mayor's residence of the entire Metropolis. How can we explain this to the public? How can I face the questioning of the state assembly?! My career is ruined!"

"Are you crazy?!" Clark said in shock: "I am saving you! I am saving everyone in this manor..."

But more people left They came out with wounds and blood all over their bodies, and they shouted: "You monster!"

One of the old men who looked like a host stood up and pointed at Clark and said: "You don't want to save us, you want to kill us!"

He pointed at the clown and said: "We have done what he said, we have voted, and at that time, we were safe! But you, you made a big mess and killed Sanda..."

A body was dragged out of the guest room, and a woman was lying on the body crying sadly, it seemed that the wife of the deceased.

"You just don't want to die, you're just worried that we will vote for you, so you want to make such a mess!"

"Since you don't have the ability to guarantee our safety, why do all this?!"

"You are not a human being at all, you are a monster, only monsters can do all this, you are not doing this for us at all!"

"My arm hurts so much, who can come to save me, God..."

"My face is disfigured, how can I host the show in the future? You have harmed all of us..."

"Even if I get cancer, it's better than this, at least I have money to cure cancer, but now, I will be disabled for life!"

"You are not a human being at all, a monster! Madman!"

Everyone was wailing, they dragged their injured limbs out of the room, came to the corridor of the patio, and accused Clark who was lying in the middle of the banquet hall.

Clark felt that he was in a blizzard, and those screams, wailing, accusations, and abuses, like knife-like snowflakes, made him feel more painful. This pain went deep into his bones, depriving him of all his strength and the idea of ​​resistance.

Did he do something wrong? Clark thought, maybe.

That terrible madman, the madman who understood people's hearts the most, the clown, gave everyone hope. He made those people feel that as long as they voted according to his ideas, only one person would die today, either Clark or Lex.

This made all Clark's efforts and sacrifices look like selfish acts of sacrificing everyone's safety for the sake of saving himself.

Until now, Clark realized that all this was a conspiracy, and the madman was just trying to stimulate him from beginning to end.

From letting him face Lionel's corpse, to misleading him to knock down Lex, and then revealing the truth to make him feel guilty, to holding the so-called voting performance, perhaps even the kryptonite that he easily broke free of was part of his plan.

All the clown did was to throw him into the coldest blizzard in the world, to let him understand that there would be no colder wind and colder blizzard in the world than facing human nature directly.

Suddenly, a scream came from nowhere, echoing in the empty manor:

"Vote! I want to vote! I want to vote for Clark! Kill him!"

"Mr. Clown, exercise your power! My vote gives you the power! Kill him!"

This scream seemed to remind everyone. They looked at Clark, who was tied up again and extremely weak, and saw the two clowns holding weapons.

They suddenly realized that this voting game was not over. On the contrary, the performance had just begun.

When one person moved, everyone began to walk back to the room with difficulty. Even if their arms were broken, their bodies were bleeding, and pain surrounded them, they still tried their best to press the button.

At this time, the only audience member of the show saw everything in the monitoring room.

When the blue light climbed up to Batman's eyes, there was only an endless black tide.

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