Martin Variety in American Comics

"nailed it!"

Although Bruce was dismissed by the underlying logic of the Qingqing Grassland, he did not leave, but waited outside.

Hearing the cheers of Martin and Hi Sheep, he was full of doubts, and first glanced at his watch.

"I thought I had slept. In this only half an hour, they made a device that can transmit signals across the world?"

Bruce is curious but not doubt, because he knows that Martin will not be joking with himself in such a matter.

He walked into the laboratory and looked around, and found that it was clean as before, as if nothing had happened, and even the symbols in the computer disappeared.

"What did you study?"

Bruce asked if he didn't understand, pointed at a clean laboratory, and wanted to know the ins and outs of the dragon.

Martin patted his chest: "I am this research result."

Hi sheep raised his chest slightly and said proudly: "I have said to you long ago that the way we use is not a traditional signal communication method. That method often cannot break through the material boundary of the current universe, and it is easy to be captured by others. arrive."

"So we anchor the key nodes of the signal on me, and use my actions as the source of the frequency."

Martin briefly explains the principle of this thing.

Because of the mixed magic and technology, coupled with the underlying logic of the green grassland, Bruce listened to one of the two big two, and I really don't know what to say.

He interrupted Martin and Pleasant Sheep, covering the forehead of the blood vessels, and whispered: "I really didn't expect that one day, I would say this to people. But I have heard what you said, can I Simple a little bit "

Martin shrugged his shoulders: "Simply put, this system is stable and effective and confidential, and everything you worry about will not happen."

Bruce posted his classic doubt again.

Martin opened his hands and said to him, "I'm standing here, you can use any means to detect, but hurry up. Today's matter is over, I want to rest."

Bruce didn't say anything "I believe you". He used all the things he could use, including human and aliens, all used on Martin, and checked it carefully from head to toe.

As a result, nothing was found, everything was as usual.

After the useless instrument filled the floor of the entire room, Bruce finally gave up, he was not crazy, but he was helpless.

"What method did you use, can you hide all of these?"

Bruce was not just checking Martin. He covered the entire laboratory in it, trying to capture different signals, and finally found nothing.

"This is a kind of similar observation technology. Only those who are familiar with Martin can notice this signal."

Pleasant sheep no longer explained the principle, just about the phenomenon.

But this phenomenon is not good news for Bruce. It is important to say that it is still allegational.

He pointed at himself and frowned, "So, I can't notice these signals because I and Martin are not familiar with, because I and he are not friends?"

The hi sheep stunned, stretched out the index finger of the right hand, and shook two laps and said, "Oh, the sky is so dark, if I don't hurry home, the village chief will worry."

"I'll get some specialty products, give it to the beautiful sheep, lazy sheep, boiling goats, and squad leaders.

Hi Yang Yang realized that he had raised a sensitive topic, spit his tongue, and left the laboratory directly from his feet.

"Don't want to find excuses to leave!"

Bruce blocked Martin, stretched out his hand and held down his shoulder, staring at him with dangerous eyes and said, "We have experienced so much together, but you say that we are not friends between us?"

Martin did not expect this result. He kept sweating on his forehead and his brain was crazy, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Strictly speaking, this matter is to blame you, the person who has launched the frequency out of the outside is me, you can’t accept it."

When Martin encountered this kind of thing, his brain seemed to stop, and his mouth baldly said what he thought.

"What did you say?"

Bruce's eyes became more dangerous, and the hand holding Martin's shoulder continued to work hard.

Martin did not dare to resist at all. He could only secretly regret it in his heart and endure this pain silently.

Who asked him to speak without the brain, this is also deserved.

"Bruce, these are my fault!"

Martin apologized, and then said, "I did not expect that it would be this result. Maybe it was an accident or not to mention it. When I adjusted it, it would be okay."

"Less nonsense."

Bruce sneered: "You use this kind of words to coax Barry, it is useless to me."

"Then what do you want?"

Martin was completely flattened, and he didn't justify what Bruce did to himself, as long as he could get angry.

"I want to call everyone in and see if they can capture this signal."

Bruce's words made Martin's body blew up, and a roots stood up like a white hedgehog.

He grabbed Bruce's hand and begged: "This is not necessary. Everyone is a friend. Is it necessary for killing?"

"hehe!"

Bruce gave a huh, and said mercilessly: "This is you deserved it yourself, who let you do it like this. I want to see if only me is your" stranger "."

Martin gave up resisting, his face completely drooped, the whole person was like a petrified statue, waiting for someone to push him gently, and he would turn into fragments all over the floor.

"Everyone come to the lab quickly, Martin has something to show you!"

Bruce shouted in the communication channel, and the entire Justice League squeezed in.

After Pleasant Goat rushed out, he spread the news about the signal anchor point, and now everyone outside knew about it. Everyone wanted to take this opportunity to see how close they were to Martin.

Diana was the first to rush in.

The woman rushed into the room and saw the special ripples and sounds bursting out of Martin at first sight, which were very soft, just like Martin's appearance today.

"Yeah, I saw it!"

Diana jumped up excitedly, snatched Martin from Bruce's hands, and kissed him hard on the face excitedly, leaving a bright red lip print.

Bruce stood aside with his arms folded across his chest. Although he didn't say anything, the contempt in his eyes said it all.

Tired, destroy it!

Love it or not, I don't care!

Martin didn't expect that a signal anchor point would cause such a thing.

Logically speaking, many people in the Justice League had life-threatening adventures with him, especially Bruce, so this shouldn't happen. But the result was like this, and he didn't know what happened, so he chose to start directly.

"Don't you want to see it? Then watch it!"

Martin hugged the excited Diana, and then the two separated.

Clark and the others followed closely, and walked into the laboratory one by one. The result was that some were happy and some were sad.

Some people who seemed to be close to Martin, such as Superman, did not see the signal. Some who had never come into contact with Martin felt a strong signal.

After dozens of people looked at Martin as an animal in the zoo, Martin drove them out of the laboratory directly.

"Everyone has finished watching, so hurry back to work and stop bothering me!"

After the lab was cleared, Martin said helplessly to those who did not catch the signal he released: "Now the situation is clear. There are two types of people who can catch the signal. One is Diana who has a close personal relationship with me, and the other is someone who has a near-admiration and absolute trust in me."

Needless to say, personal relationships, Martin did not want to mention such things involving privacy.

All of Bruce's people are very personal. They trust Martin, but it is absolutely impossible to put absolute trust in him.

"Are you satisfied with this result? I'm going to rest."

Martin smiled helplessly, pushed Bruce and the others away, and walked towards the temporary dormitory of the base.

"Don't be angry, everyone just saw you running around for so long, so they made a joke with you."

Clark hugged Martin and said with a smile: "We all see how much you have helped us. You are our friend, and this cannot be changed by a signal."

"Don't be corny, I really want to rest."

Martin pushed Clark away.

The Kryptonian didn't use any force, he easily got rid of the other's embrace, and walked into the dormitory complaining.

Bruce and the others couldn't help laughing when they saw Martin showing a child-like expression, and then they went to work.

Martin heard the laughter coming from behind, and couldn't help laughing, and didn't take it to heart.

Pleasant Goat stood at the door of the dormitory, leaning against the wall, waiting for Martin to say goodbye to him.

"There's no need to be so sad, we won't see each other again."

Before Pleasant Goat spoke, Martin saw through his plan.

Pleasant Goat's always sunny face showed a sad expression: "Every time we say goodbye, you always say this, but in the end it still depends on luck for us to meet."

"I hate parting, with my parents, with you, and with those familiar friends."

Pleasant Goat is not old, although he has experienced a lot, but he is still a sentimental little goat, and when it comes to parting, he can't help crying.

Martin opened his mouth slightly, and did not say the comforting words in the past. He encouraged him, "I don't like to be separated either, so you have to take what I said back to the sheep village and help the village chief and others find a way to cross the world as soon as possible."

"Well, we have no other choice."

The sadness in Pleasant Goat's heart did not disappear. He just didn't want Martin to have a bitter face in his recent memories of him.

"Wish you a good dream!"

Pleasant Goat sent Martin a sincere blessing.

No mistake, one song, one post, one content, one 6, one 9, one book, one bar, one look!

Martin smiled lightly: "You know I never dream, but I accept this blessing."

He hugged Pleasant Goat, walked into the dormitory, lay directly on the bed, and closed his eyes.

Soon, darkness and tranquility wrapped Martin up, his breathing slowed down, and he went directly into a deep sleep.

Pleasant Goat stood at the door. He did not look at Martin, but closed his eyes. His body gradually faded and left this world.

"It's so cold!"

Martin's new day was awakened by the cold.

He raised his head with great effort, his vision was blurry, and he first looked at the glowing electronic clock on the bedside.

It was only five o'clock!

"Oh my God!"

Martin's head fell on the pillow again. He grabbed the summer quilt beside him and covered himself with it. He touched the remote control and wanted to turn off the air conditioner and take another nap.

The sound of the air conditioner adjusting the temperature was beeping, but the temperature in the room did not change at all.

Martin was woken up and felt a nameless anger rising in his heart. He turned off the air conditioner directly, but the temperature in the room was still so low. Even with the quilt covered, it was like someone was sliding ice cubes across his skin.

It was cold, wet, sticky and slippery. No matter how Martin adjusted his body, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"Damn it, when did my house make people so uncomfortable?"

Martin finally couldn't stand it anymore, lifted the quilt on his body, sat up from the bed, shook off the water drops on his arms, and looked unhappy.

He woke up today and didn't wear any strange clothes, just ordinary pajamas.

He opened the closet, and there was no strange clothes in it, just sportswear.

Martin looked at the clothes in the closet and whispered, "Is it normal for these clothes to appear in my closet?"

He shook his head and didn't think about this question. He picked a blue and white sportswear at random and planned to change clothes after breakfast.

Martin knew that his house was abnormal today, but he was too lazy to care about the reason now. He found a place where it would not be affected by moisture and left the bedroom directly.

He walked in the corridor in slippers, making a tapping sound.

For some reason, this sound was very obvious this morning, as if he was not walking in his own corridor, but in a factory building, and the echo was abnormally loud.

Martin yawned, as if he didn't notice these abnormalities.

He walked into the bathroom, simply brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he looked up, he seemed to see a shadow flashing in the mirror.

But the foam of the facial cleanser was too big. He was worried that the foam would sting his eyes, so he always washed his face with his eyes closed. No matter how many times the mirror in front of him flashed, he didn't see it.

After washing, he walked out of the bathroom and threw the towel in his hand, just covering the middle of the mirror and blocking everything.

"So boring, what should I do today?"

Martin strode out of the bathroom and shouted this sentence loudly.

The next moment, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind, as if a sticky tongue was licking the back of his neck, which made him feel goose bumps.

"Ha!"

Martin shouted and turned around suddenly.

Nothing!

The room today was unusually dark, with almost no light, full of strange places, and strange darkness crawling all over every corner.

But when Martin turned around, he didn't catch anything, from the floor to the ceiling, everything was empty.

"Interesting, maybe I felt it wrong."

Martin smiled slightly, and didn't continue to look for that feeling. He continued to walk to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Squeak!

He turned on the faucet, and what came out was not tap water, but bright red blood.

The blood was still warm, as if it had just been drawn from a living person, emitting a disgusting bloody smell.

Martin seemed to have not expected this. His hands were instantly stained with blood, and the front of his pajamas also turned red. He made a vomiting sound, but he didn't vomit anything.

"What the hell is this? It's so disgusting!"

He hurried to turn off the faucet, but it seemed that he used too much force and broke the faucet handle at once. More blood spurted out directly, splashing his face.

Then, the whole kitchen was shrouded in red light, and the solid walls instantly turned into wriggling flesh and blood, squeezing out a corrosive mucus, which fell on the kitchen floor, corroding the hard marble floor into big holes, emitting a foul smell.

Martin stood there, like a piece of meat in the mouth of a beast, in danger of being chewed and swallowed into the stomach at any time.

But he didn't move, letting the red light reflected by the blood fill his eyes, and the walls around him squirmed up and down, sometimes far and sometimes near, constantly oppressing his spirit.

In the corner where no one was watching, several black shadows crawled out.

They either had a hole in their heads, or were gutted, or had long tongues hanging out, or had black hair and feet floating on the ground. They passed through the things in the room and floated towards Martin.

Their shapes were unknown, and they made obscure murmurs from their mouths. Wherever they passed, the darkness became deeper, and the coldness that struck the bone marrow became more and more piercing, even directly freezing the whole room.

The gutted spirit rushed the fastest, his drooping belly kept bulging, like a big mouth opening and closing, and rushed directly towards Martin who was standing there.

At this moment, Martin suddenly turned around and pointed his right middle finger at the spirit behind him.

As he stretched out his finger, he scratched the tip of his middle finger with his index finger, and red blood spurted out from the tip of his finger, with steam rising, and hit the gutted ghost like a sharp sword.

"Ah——"

The ripper ghost hit by the fingertip blood let out a piercing scream, and the invisible ghost body began to melt like butter, and instantly disintegrated into drops of things, fell to the ground, and disappeared into the invisible.

The ancient Chinese believed that the fingertips were connected to the heart, so the blood on the fingertips was the blood in the heart, and the heart was of the element of fire, so the blood in the heart could kill and force back most of the demons.

When ancient Taoist priests killed ghosts and demons, they often bit their fingertips and used the blood from their fingertips to write spells or cast spells.

Fingertip blood is very precious. Ordinary Taoist priests are generally reluctant to use fingertip blood to write spells, otherwise they might kill themselves before they can deal with the demons.

But Martin is different. He can be so arrogant that he can directly use fingertip blood as a weapon to attack these ghosts.

"Ghost, I haven't seen this kind of thing for a long time!"

Martin waved his hand, and the wound on his middle finger recovered quickly.

He felt something was wrong since he got up, and knew that his room must have been invaded by ghosts, but he originally thought it was an evil spirit running out of hell, but he didn't expect that these spirits were closer to Chinese ghosts.

The disappearance of the ripper did not scare the other ghosts in the room. This kind of spirit no longer has so-called emotions. They just follow the laws between life and death to pursue the living.

"It's so boring!"

Martin wiped the blood off his face. In fact, it was clean tap water. The so-called blood was just an illusion.

He could kill all the ghosts in the room in an instant, but he didn't do it.

Because something was resonating with Martin's soul, and it seemed that something was about to jump out.

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