Chapter 452: Scream Poem Return (Part 3)

In the endless blizzard, a huge island rose into the sky. The blizzard surrounding it was like elves dancing and celebrating when a god descended. The howling cold wind was like a hymn sung by the sky for this great power.

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

His face was pale to the extreme, but his expression was always very firm. He didn't look back, didn't look at the huge extraterrestrial 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, that large amount of radiation caused him great harm again. But Clark still gritted his teeth, carrying the huge manor and flying forward in the wind and snow.

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

Looking around, everything was white.

No direction, no purpose, no hope. Clark only knew. He had to fly further, further, the further away from that deadly radiation, the better. He had to put this manor in a safe place.

This goal echoed in Clark's mind constantly. He didn't even know what was supporting him to do this.

He wasn't stupid. He knew everything that had just happened in the manor, which actually revealed the ugliest side of these so-called upper-class people.

They didn't care about the truth, didn't care about justice. As ants that would collapse at a touch, they looked down on all living beings from high above in this prosperous society built by ordinary people, but in terms of ability or character, they were far from as noble as the hardworking masses.

They considered themselves to be beyond the rules of this society, but they knelt down faster than the howling cold wind coming from outside the window under the power of the strong. Whether in this absurd drama or in this complex ant-nest society, they were too into the play.

Don't know how long it had been, Clark felt it might be a century. The strength that had been constantly weakened by Kryptonite was finally exhausted.

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

156n.

And just this tremor caused huge changes in the entire manor.

Ordinary people were incomparably fragile. They were standing in the room, a second ago they were still marveling at the greatness of the gods, and the next second, disaster struck.

The manor, which was unstable in its center of gravity, first shook hard, and then swayed left and right a few times. The entire manor became a centrifuge.

The residents staying in the guest rooms first flew into the air, and then smashed hard onto the ground. Some also collided on the walls a few times. Everyone was bruised and bleeding.

The only advantage of this landing process compared to an earthquake or a plane crash was that it ended very quickly. Those who were in the wrong posture also died very quickly.

Among the residents of the three floors, almost everyone was injured in this unstable landing. The lightest ones were also bruised on the forehead or scratched on the arms.

The vast majority of people had phenomena of slight fractures. Not too many people died, about five or six, and the vast majority were elderly people who couldn't withstand this 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 breathed a sigh of relief, because he felt that he had saved everyone in the manor.

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

He was wearing a suit, had green hair, and had Joker makeup on his face. But he was not the Joker standing in the banquet hall. His face made Clark feel somewhat 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 down again.

When Clark woke up again, he found himself appearing in the banquet hall again. He was tied up again, and that piece of Kryptonite was firmly fixed on his chest. Obviously, this time it was unlikely that he would break free again.

And Batman in the surveillance room also saw the accomplice of the Joker who finally revealed his true face—it was another Joker.

Batman narrowed his eyes and showed his most common suspicious expression. He lowered his head and looked at the Batman doll thrown on the ground by him, falling into deep thought.

But the farce in the banquet hall was far from over. The Joker in the long suit came to Clark, squatted down, kept playing with the button with his hand, and then said to Clark, who was covered in blood:

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

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

"If I only have this level, then I will definitely be starved to death, but Jack is the greatest comedian in the world!"

"Next, is the real opening..."

As he spoke, he showed a crazy smile at Clark. Just then, a woman with disheveled hair rushed out from the guest room, came to the railing of the skylight, and shouted crazily:

"Kill him, kill that damn monster!"

She lifted her hair with her hand. There was a huge wound on one side of her cheek to her neck, looking like she had accidentally hit something and was cut when she landed just now.

Besides this wound, she was very beautiful, and her figure was also very sexy. The evening dress on her body was shining, but that wound and the blood on her chest made her look like a malicious ghost.

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

! No!

!"

"Kill him! He is a monster! Woo woo woo..."

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

In another room, a person dressed as a politician, leaning on a cane, also walked out. His face was covered in blood, and his arm was bent at a strange angle. He looked at the Joker and said:

"It's not over yet! It's not over yet... I want to vote for Clark with all my votes!"

"He moved the mayor's mansion of the entire Metropolis away. How are we going to explain all this to the public? How am I going to face the inquiry of the State Assembly?! My career is ruined!"

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

However, more people walked out. They were all injured and covered in blood. They shouted: "You monster!"

One of the elderly people who looked like a host stood up, pointed at Clark with his finger and said: "You don't want to save us; you want to kill us!"

As he spoke, he pointed his arm at the Joker and said: "We have already done as he said. We have already voted. At that time, we were safe! But you, you poked a huge hole in the sky and killed Sanda..."

A corpse was dragged out from the guest room. A woman was crying sadly on the corpse, seemingly the wife of the deceased.

"You just didn't want to die yourself, you were just worried that we would vote for you, so you had 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 at all, you are a monster. Only a monster can do all this. You are not for us at all!"

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

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

"Even getting cancer is better than this. At least I have money to cure cancer, but now, I am going to be disabled for life..."

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

Everyone was wailing. They dragged their injured limbs and left the room, came to the corridor of the skylight, and accused Clark lying in the center of the banquet hall.

Clark felt that he was in a blizzard. Those screams, wails, accusations, and curses were more painful to him than the knife-like snowflakes. This pain went deep into the bone marrow, depriving him of all strength and thoughts of resistance.

Did he do something wrong? Clark thought, perhaps so.

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

This made all the efforts and sacrifices Clark made look like selfish behavior to save himself at the expense of everyone's safety.

Until now, Clark finally discovered that all this was a conspiracy. That madman was just to stimulate him from beginning to end.

From letting him face Lionel's corpse, to misleading him into knocking down Lex, then revealing the truth, making him feel guilty, and then to the voting performance, perhaps even the Kryptonite that he easily broke free from was part of his plan.

Everything the Joker did was to throw him into the coldest blizzard in the world, letting him understand that there would be no colder wind or colder blizzard in this world than facing human nature directly.

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

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

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

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

They suddenly realized that this voting game hadn't ended. On the contrary, the performance had just begun.

When one person moved, everyone started to walk back to the room with difficulty. Even if their arms were broken, their bodies were bleeding, and pain was surrounding them, they still tried every means to press that button.

And at this time, the only audience of this performance saw everything in the surveillance room.

When the blue light climbed onto Batman's eyes, there was only an endless black tide. ===== CHAPTER 453 =====