Marvel’s Superman

Luo Xia Ji--

"November 22, 1992, maybe the 23rd.

The streets are crowded with skins, people's brains are boiled by the absurd nightmares of the non-existent invaders, the doomsday clock is ticking again, we have had a chance, but they have been thrown away. All of them!

The pitiless cacophony filled their own ears, forming a deafening echo chamber.

They blame each other for what the other has, not who they are.

Their tolerance is a one-way street.

At the same time, totalitarians held their ground, playing deaf and mute, and preaching the restoration of Datong society, unaware that the good past was not so good for those who were different from them.

It all depends on your perspective, God turned around and left us a paradise like a folding razor to a five-year-old.

We cut open the belly of the world, secrets poured out, and a bowel full of truth and shit hangs us.

Soon there will be only bed bugs, cockroaches and maggots fighting for the corpses of ordinary people.

They will then devour themselves until they choke to death.

Unless we can call back God.

Smash it, scream it, because maybe we don't deserve it, or maybe the end of the world is coming.

We shattered the American dream, and it is now the American nightmare. "

The man closed the diary and picked up a mask covered in ink.

Its original owner had already died in Antarctica, without even leaving a complete body.

"The authorities have issued mandatory evacuation orders across the country, and we urge everyone to gather family members and evacuate from our designated red zone. If the emergency call that appears at the bottom of the screen is busy, please contact the local police..."

Emergency notices about the evacuation and evacuation of urban residents were broadcast on the television.

The man didn't look at it, just put on a mask with constantly changing ink marks.

The world is getting worse and worse, I don't know if it's after Dr. Manhattan's departure or after the Rorschach diaries leaked.

Anyway, it's like a terminal cancer patient whose body is getting worse every day.

Tack, tick.

The man strode out the door with his hands in the pockets of his brown coat.

He descended the stairs and left the dilapidated apartment, the world outside in chaos.

All kinds of smashing, looting and burning, all kinds of riots.

Nuclear war is coming, doomsday is coming, and everyone is going crazy.

The man walked through the large carnival procession with a blank face, ignoring the violence that took place, he had other things to do.

The world is becoming more and more degenerate, and there are always heroes who have to stand up.

Now that you wear this mask, you must choose to save something.

For example, the world.

The man walked very fast and finally stopped at the door of the police station.

The police were busy evacuating, and the shrill telephone ringing was more exaggerated than Wall Street's securities firms.

They face a very serious problem, that is, what to do with the prisoners in the cells?

There is not enough time for the citizens to evacuate, how can they care about those wicked villains!

A policeman is carrying a large bunch of keys. The police station cannot put so many people in the prison van and transfer them on the spot.

In order not to be charged with murder afterwards, the chief decided to release them.

Anyway, the ghost knows whether the Eastern camp will choose to bomb this city!

"Give me the key!"

A bald man stretched his hand out of the iron fence and firmly grasped the policeman's back collar.

The criminals in the cell were shouting, banging on the railings and making screeching noises.

They know what's going on outside, and no one wants to be trapped here, starved, thirst, or scorched by a nuclear bomb.

Bang!

The bald man punched the policeman in the cheek, knocking out several teeth.

He wanted to snatch the other party's key and open the confinement door.

After knocking the police down with a heavy punch, the bunch of keys also flew out and landed on the far wall.

"Shet!"

The bald man cursed fiercely.

He was thinking of a way to pick up the bunch of keys, someone had already done so.

The man in the ink mask held the bunch of keys and looked at the bald man in the cell.

"You want to come out?"

he asked hoarsely.

The bald guy took two steps back and waved his hands vigorously. This guy was obviously dressed as an outdated drag hero.

Rather than go out and get beaten up, beg yourself.

He'd rather stay here and think of other ways to escape.

The man seemed satisfied with the answer, put the set of keys in his pocket, and continued walking.

The reason he came to the police station prison was to rescue a man and a woman.

They're called marionettes and pantomimes.

Of course, this is just a codename.

The drag heroes won't reveal their real names, and neither will the masked villains.

Although the man did not know why the pharaoh needed each other.

However, this is one of the tasks to be done to save the world.

So, the man did it anyway.

"Three hours and thirty-four minutes left..."

He raised his hand and looked at the table below. This time represented the deadline for the launch of the nuclear bomb.

Without the restraint of Dr. Manhattan, the world inevitably slips into the abyss.

It didn't take long for the man to find his target.

With the chips given by the Pharaoh, he succeeded in getting the two criminals who lacked integrity and compassion to follow him out of the cell.

Taking a car that was already prepared, the group entered the sewers and stopped in front of a flood gate that said "Dangerous".

Gently knocked twice, the iron door opened, and the man entered first.

The rescued marionettes and pantomimes followed suit.

They saw a dusty secret base, a jumble of parts, equipment and instruments.

"I said, are the rumors true?"

The blonde woman code-named "Muppet" asked nervously.

"Rorschach committed suicide, is this true?"

This is one of the rumors that have been widely circulated since the release of the Rorschach Chronicle.

Because the diary that shattered Pharaoh's Utopia didn't write about what happened to Rorschach in the end.

"Werther is the mastermind behind the scenes. Why? What the hell does he want? I can't think of a more formidable opponent. He used to joke that he was so close to grabbing a bullet that he could kill us in the snow himself. That This is where we are going now: Antarctica. Whether I live or die in the future, I hope this world can last until you see this diary. I will never compromise while I live, and I will die now without regret or regret. complain."

This is Rorschach's last diary.

Some people speculate that he was killed by the pharaoh, and some people say that he had a nervous breakdown and chose to commit suicide...

All in all, there are mixed opinions.

"no."

The man answered succinctly.

Although he wears Rorschach's ink mask, he is not himself.

"Then your partner is Ye Xiao?"

the marionette asked again.

She saw the night owl airship covered by a dust cloth.

"No, his partner is me."

A voice came from the corner, and a tall man in a dress came out.

He looks like an ancient emperor, wearing luxurious robes, embellished with gold accessories, revealing an extraordinary atmosphere.

He held a strange-looking red-haired lynx in both hands, and kept stroking it like a cat.

"Pharaoh?"

The marionette recognized this legendary figure who was often in the news or in the newspapers.

The other side was once one of the most famous drag heroes, and later became a financial tycoon, a charity tycoon and a national think tank.

Now, it's the insane, cold-blooded executioner who slaughtered 3 million people, wanted around the world, and a notorious criminal against humanity.

Pharaoh, Adrian Witte.

"Yes, it's me."

The tall man nodded gracefully.

He appeared here and asked the Rorschach II wearing an ink mask to rescue the marionettes and pantomimes in order to save the world again.

Dr. Manhattan left the planet, and thus the universe.

Once Adrian believed that the blue man was the greatest threat in the world.

Now he has changed his mind, and humanity needs a "God".

In this way, the destruction will not be repeated, and the war will be started.

PS: Good night~