[Zhongyingmei] Born to be Superman

Chapter 169 Superman's Funeral

Bruce, who has always been calm and self-sufficient, is crying with Mrs. Kent in his arms at this time, not crying loudly, not crying bitterly, just—like a water embankment that is about to burst. murmur of water.

And Martha, with her wrinkled hands, caressing the back of the big boy who held her, she also wept, she lost her treasure, but the sensible woman said: "I understand, I believe you."

Mr. Kent, who was at a loss, put his head heavily on his wife, and Martha's shoulders were wet.

"Go," Martha pushed Jonathan, and she said, "Go and see the children." Jonathan moved his hand on the bed, and Martha emphasized, "Go! The children don't understand death yet." Meaning, they're in the study, go and see them!"

Jonathan just stood up. He walked out of the guest bedroom dedicated to Bruce, and walked towards the study on the other side. The male owner of the Kent farm cottage walked to the gap in the study's open door, and saw a circle of small dogs. The cubs are surrounded by two big cubs.Alfred sat beside the children, without saying a word, just stroking Mazanina's back with his hands.

On the other side, Dick carefully circled Mazanina who was "wow-hum-hum". The little princess's eyes were as red as rabbits.

The little ones were at a loss and were crying loudly.But what is heartwarming is that although the other children didn't understand what happened, they carefully touched Mazanina's hand, just like how Clark coaxed his sweet little princess in the past, the little ones coaxed them to cry carefully Little girl who has to whine.

And Dick, who looked like a big brother, hugged Mazanina, his eyes were so red that Dick didn't even have time to wipe the tears on his face, he hugged the little princess who was crying loudly and couldn't be coaxed, and his heart was in a state of disarray. numb.

"Don't...don't lie to me, papa, papa is dead, right!" Mazanina said intermittently: "I heard, papa, papa is dead!"

"Yes, Mr. Kent is dead," Alfred said, looking at the ignorant cubs who only knew tears, "Mr. Kent has gone to a place so far away that even Master Bruce can't find him." There are no traces, but one day, he will come back."

A large circle of children and the two older ones obviously noticed Clark's departure. Hearing the crying in the study, Jonathan's heart was broken. Jonathan held the door frame with his hands, his eyes were blurred, and he didn't go in to comfort the children at all. Strength, he felt that the strength of his legs had been taken away, and he was about to collapse on the ground.

Jonathan leaned his back against the wall at the door, and he took a few breaths—"dead" is such a straightforward description!

That was his child, his treasure, God gave this child so much luck from outer space to appear on his farm, a lovely baby, a smart child, a fine man, a brave hero, A dead Superman.

At this time, Bruce came out from the guest bedroom on the other side. Jonathan heard footsteps, he raised his head, Bruce raised his hand, with his index finger in front of his lips, he took Jonathan's hand and said, "Don't let the children Participating in the ceremony, we..." The haggard Bruce took a breath and said, "Let's begin."

The summer sun is hot and bright, and the golden light coats the field with a layer of gold. The small yard that was originally noisy and overflowing with light laughter, the moment Bruce and the Kent couple appeared, it was as if the mute button was pressed. down.

Chatting, silent, smiling, everyone fell silent. Bruce stood still at the gate of the white cottage. He showed a wry smile, and bowed slightly to everyone. Everyone saw the calmness and restraint in an instant. Batman's bloodshot eyes without extra emotional feedback.

Bruce waved his hand, and he signaled that everyone could follow him to the grave that had been dug before.

There are about twenty rows of white chairs neatly arranged beside the grave, and a brown coffin that has not been closed is placed beside the grave. Everyone sits quietly on the white chairs, and everyone's eyes are focused on the brown coffin On, however, no one wanted to look in.

Clark's coffin was not heavy, with a brown appearance and a faint light.There are bouquets of flowers around, and even the white chairs are surrounded by bright flowers with water droplets on the skateboards. The faint floral fragrance is diffused, which smells very good.

Lying in a coffin in front of a white chair, Clark was dressed in a tailored suit, with a red pyranometer watch Bruce had given him on his left wrist, and his tie was neatly tied.Clark folded his hands on his chest, his eyes were closed, his skin was smooth and a little bloody, and the yellow sun was continuously giving him energy to keep his body warm.

Clark was lying in it so quietly as if he had fallen asleep, but in fact, he had no reaction to the world at all.

The area where the chairs were placed was full of people, but it was silent.A solemn atmosphere enveloped the venue, but it was not so oppressive that people could not breathe.Everyone stared at the brown coffin, and everyone glanced at Bruce who walked slowly to the side of the coffin after everyone was seated.

Bruce lowered his head slightly, he glanced at Clark in the coffin, his eyes seemed to be stabbed again, Bruce supported the edge of the coffin with his hands, raised his head slightly, and looked ahead. "Hi," Bruce raised the corners of his lips with difficulty, and he greeted everyone present. He said, "I once imagined that the Justice League, the Avengers, and my relationship with Clark would sit together. Scenario, but I never thought of it," Bruce said with a wry smile, "because Clark's funeral brought everyone together."

Bruce exhaled, and he said slowly: "However, I still need to say, thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to attend Clark's funeral. My butler Alfred is right, my Clark, our Clark, he needed a decent funeral, a ceremony for his friends to say goodbye to him temporarily."

"We have hope so that our lives and battles can continue," Bruce clapped his hands on the edge of the coffin, the corners of his mouth deepened, and he said, "We all know that there is a god in this world." Yes, God, Satan, the dead Greek gods, and the Norse gods who have shown traces on the earth, the soul also exists."

"Perhaps," Bruce continued, "Clark's spirit is here at this time, listening to us say goodbye to him."

Bruce paused, and he showed a slightly sly smile. He said, "Before I came out, I heard you guys talking about Clark."

Diana reacted quickly. She stretched out her finger and poked her boyfriend. Tony was stunned for a moment. Then he realized that he touched his watch with the tip of his hand. The bug on Anna.

Diana pinched the gadget and cast an angry look at their alliance consultant, but Diana was a little happy in her heart. Their Bruce was in the mood to listen to their chat, which meant that hope really existed.

Sure enough, Bruce continued: "Although it is a farewell, the separation is only temporary," Bruce said, with a firm tone, and he said: "Most of you here are superheroes who guard the safety of one side, or are in charge or It's a part-time job," Bruce said with a puff of air through his nose, "This is Clark's funeral, but I want to take this opportunity to explain a piece of information to everyone present."

"There is information about Clark's resurrection," Bruce said, taking a few steps forward, "I thought, let me tell you what I want to keep going, and I sincerely ask for help to continue collecting what I need." intelligence."

All the people sitting on the chairs sat up straight, and everyone's attention was focused on Bruce. Everyone knew very well that with Bruce's handling style and Batman's ability to act, he would never There is no target.

"We need the mother box," Bruce said, "but this mother box is special." Then he raised his hand and threw out a small object, a stereo.

The voice came out of the speaker, and the moment they heard the voice in the speaker, everyone recognized that the two talking to each other were Bruce Wayne. "...I guessed that you would come again," Batman said in a deep hoarse voice disguised by the electronic sound attached to the mask, "and you were surprised to see that I was waiting for you?"

"Yes." Bruce said.

"Then I won't talk nonsense," Batman continued: "There are two ways to resurrect your Superman, both of which are very simple to say, the first one is to have a superman from a parallel world bring your Carl Fly close enough to the sun to fill Superman's body with the energy of the yellow sun, and he'll wake up."

"However," Batman's hoarse voice was full of sarcasm: "Since you only discovered our parallel world, you and I will never adopt this first method of resurrection. Even now Carl, who already has the same a big change."

"And the second type is the mother box." Batman said.

"Mother box?" Bruce asks, his voice rising a bit.

"Yes," Batman continued: "Different from the mother boxes that were released in large quantities when the Apocalypse Demon first attacked the earth, the mother boxes I'm talking about are three original mother boxes. I don't know the situation in your parallel world. But in my time, one original mother box is guarded by the Atlanteans, one is guarded by the Amazons of the right paradise island, and one is buried by the past human leaders.Any original mother box powers through the energy fluid on the Kryptonian spaceship Transformation, you can resurrect the Kryptonian."

At this moment, Bruce, who was standing in front of the coffin, waved his hand, and the small parts projected a stereoscopic projection—it was the image of the original mother box. He stood up straight, and then bowed deeply, and said, "Please, everyone!" Yes, thank you."

Bruce stood up straight, looked at the people in front of him, and said, "So, let's say goodbye to our friends for a while." Bruce announced the farewell ceremony, but everyone had smiles on their faces.

After all, there is hope, and where there is hope, there will be miracles.