The Death Knell

I want to ask what the black doctor threw the death knell? It's actually very inconspicuous, it's a box of canned food.

Not much smaller than the palm of your hand, it looks a bit like Spam luncheon meat, but the packaging is more fashionable.

On the front of the product label, there is a large bowl, which is a large bowl of steaming soybean soup, with some carrots and meat pieces in it, which looks delicious.

Looking at the ingredient list again, there is not only a lot of sugar, but also a lot of salt. The ghost knows what it will taste like.

But those are not the key points, but the product name of this canned food is more eye-catching, with the product name and advertising words written in a cosmic colorful font:

"Multiverse beans, super powers from the multiverse."

Bobo, who couldn't help but uttered aloud, laughed on the spot, the orangutan's head slowly swayed, and he laughed:

"What kind of mentally retarded scam is this? Even if you can gain strength by eating canned food, at least it must be canned spinach, right?"

"Ah, about this, I didn't believe it at first."

The busy Mr. Zhuoyue nodded. Even if he was questioned, he still maintained a calm attitude and removed one leg of the steel frame. Although he did not know how he suspended the body's self-repair function of the mother box, the steel frame did this. Shi is like a brawny version of Barbie, played with him at will:

"But I did a little investigation, and the company that produces these canned bean soups claimed that their raw materials are from the multiverse without any fraud. This aroused my curiosity. Then I bought a few cans as canned soups. , It is neither expensive nor cheap, such a small can actually costs fifteen dollars..."

"Stop talking about digressions, what is the result of the inspection?"

Popo took out the pipe to fill the tobacco. He knew that Michael, as a scientist, would definitely test the ingredients of those beans.

The orangutan is not a scientist, and the use of unfamiliar technological creations is based on the intuition of "I think". He doesn't know much technological means, but he understands human nature.

"To put it simply, these beans have a high probability of growing in a world full of nuclear radiation. I tested their genetic map, and there are genetic mutations caused by severe radiation." The doctor took apart a steel arm and weighed it in his hand. Play: "It may be harmless to eat, but I was afraid of side effects such as hair loss or glowing skin, so I didn't try it myself."

Don’t you just taste it yourself? Not a problem.

Hearing what the little black man said, Su Ming decisively opened the can in his hand, and first smelled the smell. There was a faint fishy smell, which was completely indifferent to food.

But each bean is very big, maybe the soup has swelled, maybe it's caused by mutation, each bean has three ordinary tops.

Then he asked Strangling to eat one that was more pleasing to the eye, and the symbiote immediately came to the same conclusion as the doctor. This is a soybean variant that it has not eaten before. It is completely different from the common soybean gene and can be said to be a new one. Species too.

Moreover, the radiation content is not low. If ordinary people eat too much, there is a high probability that they will really emit a gleam of fluorescent green.

From a certain point of view, allowing ordinary people to illuminate with their own flesh is indeed a superpower. It is true that the advertisement says that it is a superpower from the multiverse.

"Michael is right. This bean comes from the multiverse. We have found a clue."

Su Ming, who was a bit funny, put the can on the operating table and touched the bean sprouts head to soothe his upset after eating the disgusting food:

"Although the earth sank and the year of the villain, other parallel worlds provided Earth Zero with a lot of material assistance, mainly all kinds of food, but these channels are controlled by the Justice League, and they can only be used to distribute food to the refugees. No mention of the multiverse."

"Understood, at least for now, it seems that this manufacturer of canned food is one of the winners of the current hype of the concept of multiverse." The orangutan reached out to pull the canned food and took a note of the production address above: "As for the fact that they have something to do with the parallel world. What's the relationship? We just need to go over and check it out."

The detective orangutan didn't expect to have a clue so quickly. Although it was a bit far-fetched, he could investigate it anyway. It was no longer like a headless fly, so he seemed very happy.

"It's good for you to be happy, I'm not interested in these chores, so now you have the information you want, can you leave my laboratory?" Mr. Zhuoyue fiddling with the steel body without looking back, his eyes were There is some fanaticism in it, which is the focus on Mother Box Technology: "By the way, you have to give me fifteen dollars. That's canned money."

Bobo didn't bring any money when he went out. It was useless to ask for money. Could he still go to the streets to buy ice cream? Ordinary people who would sell goods to an orangutan?

"I didn't bring any money, you can ask Batman for reimbursement. After all, I bought it for investigating the case." Bobo winked at the death knell, stepped back, ready to drive away: "I'm going to be busy with the orangutan. Save the multiverse."

After speaking, he ran away, and at that moment, Su Ming even saw the shadow of a speeder on his small body.

So Mr. Zhuoyue moved his gaze aside to see the lively death knell, his little eyes should mean'you open a can, you have to buy it','you can run a gorilla and you can't run a person','no one can even even canned food. Do you want to have sex? No way? ’

Su Ming dumbly took out a few dollars and patted them on the corner of the operating table. He took back the box of cans and re-soldered it with cosmic energy, preparing to give it back to people and not waste food.

Xingjue should like to eat these weird things, after all, he had eaten ‘that’ kind of grass dumplings back then...

"We have to go, and check if this guy who is active on the Internet has anything to do with Darkside. You can fix it slowly. When will the steel frame be repaired? He can communicate with people normally. Let Green Arrow give me. Make a call."

After the death knell smiled at the scientist, Shi Shiran left. He was going to take the orangutan to the cannery to see, what kind of person can make money like this, he stood up early.

Bobo didn't run far. He was like a thief at this moment, lying on the corner of the corridor not far away with his head stretched out to peek.

Seeing the death knell came out, the monkey came to him again, speaking more serious:

"Is it convenient for us to go to that place? Should we say hello first?"

"No, Batman is someone from the Justice League who once said that if he intervenes in Gotham's affairs, he will quit the team, but are you a member of the Justice League?" Su Ming tapped his ears with his fingers, smiling and preparing to contact the adjutant. .

"No." Bobo smirked, and there are not many opportunities to take advantage of Batman: "I am a non-staff consultant for the Dark Justice League, and I'm still a gorilla. Oh, this is a coincidence, hehe."

"I'm not a member of Zhenglian, so it's very convenient for me to intervene in Gotham's affairs." The death knell picked up the orangutan and asked him to help hold the can, and instantly flashed to the square outside the Justice Hall, and said with a smile : "Adjutant, send us to the place with the simplest folk customs."

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