Washington under the sunset, the shadow of the high-rise building is pulled by the old man.

The dim sun and the newly lit street lamps illuminate this city of despair full of loneliness.

At the entrance to the white building, which once represented one of the world's greatest landmarks, a huge shelf replaced the Star-Spangled Banner to ensure that enough people could see what was on the shelf.

Corpses, corpses wrapped in battle suits.

They were once superheroes who protected the world, but now they are displayed like exhibits, nailed to shelves in various ways and held in poses.

A woman with a cloak covering her face walked through the street, stepping on the setting sun, and she looked at the corpse hanging from afar as if it had been crucified.

This is true of all those who come, who are cloaked in cloak like pilgrims.

It's like mourners, who come to see those superheroes one last time, this is the last thing they can do.

The greater role of the cloak is that they do not recognize each other, and they may be "exposed" at any time, and the laughter can find evidence that their real identity is a superhero, or a supervillain or something.

At the booth,

The closest was Wonder Woman's corpse, her shield and sword hung from an iron hook, her body pierced by nails, so miserable that even death did not fade from the gritty in her eyes.

The steel flesh beside him rotted, and after he lost his life, the corrosion of the mechanical parts of the body exploded, making him the most terrifying of these corpses.

Green Lantern's ring is no longer flying all the time, trying to break free and find a new host for himself.

But every time the ring flew 10 meters away from Green Lantern's corpse, a green barrier would appear and stop it. No matter how the light ring changes direction, it will be blocked by the wall.

After looking at the superhero corpses, the woman's eyes were finally fixed on the corpse with the trident.

"Arthur ......" Her eyes were confused for a moment, but in the end they became determined.

There is an endless stream of people who also come here to "visit" with her.

Superheroes used to be the hope of the planet.

But now their bodies are hanging this,

Countless people of disbelief came, and they watched it all in silence.

Even if you can't recognize all the superheroes, there are always one or two that have been in the center of the conversation in your city.

Who else in this world can stop him?

"There's no Superman here, there's no Flash, they're going to come to our rescue" A little boy's voice suddenly rang out under a small cloak.

The adult beside him was startled and quickly covered his mouth.

Although the city did not have the tragedy of "slaughtering the city" or coercing people to move like other cities, this does not mean that it can "speak freely" here.

If you want to live, you have to keep your mouth in check and make "free speech" that is acceptable.

"Where are you from?" The woman under the cloak looked down and asked the boy, and the glint in the boy's eyes was exactly what the adults had lost.

The Canterlot boy broke free from his parents' hands and replied.

"That's the city of the Flash"

"Yes!" He raised his chin and looked extremely proud: "He can always save everything!" ”

The adult standing next to the boy covered the boy's mouth again and said to the cloak woman, "Sorry ma'am, but this topic should not continue." ”

The woman ignored the adult, smiled at the boy, reached out and carefully arranged her cloak to cover her face, and walked away.

Not only the city, but the world is also finished, and only children with illusions in their hearts are still waiting for justice to prevail.

"Quick, let's go!"

The crowd suddenly erupted.

The woman looked up at the sky, and it was the laughter led by Shazam.

They flew low in the air, leaving behind a string of chilling laughs.

"They're not in the Met?" The woman squinted her eyes and looked at the end of the line, Green Arrow and Hawkgirl.

"They were ambushed, they were wounded, and there are still people in this world who can make them injured!" Her eyes lit up, and hope, almost in the midst of that irresistible despair, was finally born.

Rumble!

A wave of qi came suddenly, and for no reason.

It was as if the actual air flow hit the crowd of people who fled in all directions, and the people who came to "pilgrimage" in cloak turned on their backs.

Screaming, running away, stampede, for a time people were in a mess.

The boy and his parents were first hit by the air current, then by the crowd, completely dispersed, and finally fell to the ground.

He lay on his stomach on the ground, trying to get up, but he was knocked down again and again, trampled by his shoes.

At the critical moment, a stream of water suddenly appeared, blocking the pointed-toe crocodile leather shoes that kicked the boy's head in a panic.

Then a pair of hands lifted him up.

"Be careful next time," the gentle female voice admonished, but it was hard to hide her anger at this sudden disaster.

The boy stared blankly, her cloak blown off by the wind, revealing her beautiful red hair.

The red-haired woman put on her cloak again, covering most of her face, and sent the boy back to his parents: "Be careful next time. ”

The boy took his parent's hand and said in surprise: "You, super ......"

He paused, glanced at the corpse hanging in the distance, and then changed his words: "Superheroes will always bless us, huh...... Where are you going? ”

"I'll be in Washington for a while," she said, looking at the building where the laughers had entered last, and smiling at the boy, "I hope everything will get better, and you'd better get out of Washington as well." ”

"We'll leave tonight," said the boy's parent, who hadn't seen what had just happened, or that he had seen it, and just pretended not to get into trouble

Maybe going to the countryside, away from the crowds, away from the big cities with superheroes, can continue to survive, and as for how long they can live, who can guarantee it.

……

……

Batman walked through the mountain of corpses and pushed open another door.

At this time, his heart was full of anger, rationality, and he was almost completely suppressed by anger.

"Hahaha...... Woo."

Laughter with choked voices, sounds so painful? Carefree? Perhaps the owner of this voice, the spirit is already on the verge of collapse.

There are no traps along the way, and there are even lights on the paths.

Eventually, Batman stays in front of an iron cage.

As soon as I approached, the strong smell of decaying corpses and the smell of feces and excretion piled up.

The flashlight illuminated the not very spacious iron cage, which contained a corpse, torn and tattered, and the corpse was naturally Bruce Wayne's.

Someone is using Bruce Wayne's corpse to feed the contents of the iron cage!

The figure crouching in the corner, shivering when he felt the light source.

Batman gathered his emotions and tried to ask in a low voice, "Alfred?" ”