The Death Knell

While the death knell went to find Barry to enter into the secret talk of the supernatural power plane, the time in the Almighty Universe was still flowing normally, like a clear spring flowing down a mountain or an apple under the influence of gravity.

Obviously, the gravitational acceleration of the two is the same, but if you imagine a point in the steady stream of water and let it fall from the same height as the apple, people will feel that the former is slow while the latter is fast.

This is the illusion that countless other'points' will give people in the continuity of time.

For what purpose, Manhattan gave an important piece of information, but Su Ming's preparations still take time.

At the same time, in a small town on the US-Mexico border, a lone pedestrian walked on an empty street.

He looked dusty and exhausted, but there was fiery longing in his eyes, which swept across the street buildings like some kind of predator.

This is not the process of a middle-aged man in crisis looking for the Oriole on his way off work, because he is eager to obtain rather than pay. A prostitute will empty a person’s wallet and his body at the same time, leaving only a short period of joy. There is not even time for aftertaste.

What he wants is long-term happiness, or the capital that can enable him to live a good life for a long time.

In addition, this man has no money now, and there is no one like a haunted town in this town, even if the sun is in the sky, it is still terribly quiet here.

He is looking for a ‘lone traveler’.

Few people have seen the lone walker move, because where he wants to go is often more like the world moving in front of him.

He was once locked in the ground floor of the Hall of Justice and briefly became a neighbor with a certain clown, but Batman also knew that neither of these two men could be locked.

After a mysterious and uninvestigable invasion, one of the three clowns died, and the lone walker disappeared.

Recently, some news has been spread secretly, saying that a lone traveler has a treasure willing to share, provided that he is found, in this remote town, in a house that is least like a house.

It may be a private house or a supermarket, but the biggest difference is that it is a two-dimensional plane.

For example, it is like the old-fashioned western movie background in many Hollywood studios. It is a stand up ‘door face’, and when you open the door and enter it, you will see nothingness.

A middle-aged man is such a person who is attracted by the news. He wants the treasure, wants to raise his eyebrows in front of his family, so that his wife will no longer force him to sleep on the sofa, and the child will no longer roll his eyes at him. He wants to use super Ability to get a lot of money and reach the pinnacle of life.

Perhaps it was the simple wish in his heart that finally moved the world. It is hard to say whether anyone came to this quiet and weird town before him, but he really found the house described in the rumors.

It looks like a tall cardboard, but after opening the door, it plunges into a dark space.

It was not completely dark. There was a simple folding table on which was a lamp with a long neck. The yellow light bulb cast a round spot of light.

Not far from the table, something seemed to be squirming.

"Hello, is this right?"

He shouted into the darkness, and walked to the bright tabletop. As the distance approached, he quickly recognized a fuzzy outline.

It was a man with a red cloak and a red and black clown tights. He sat in the dark with a sad face. Hearing his question, he raised his head, nudged forward, and entered the light.

"Spirit of the Mind, I found this building, but I didn't expect it to be true."

The man sat at the table happily and put down the briefcase he had been holding, looking a little impatient.

"It's me." The man called the soul pirate was not happy, he just sighed and watched the man sit down.

"Oh, this is the mask, isn't it? It's so beautiful." The man with glasses turned his attention to the table, and in the light of the desk lamp, a mask that looked like a gold composition lay quietly there. : "The rumors are true, right?"

The soul pirate rubbed his hands on his knees: "What do you know?"

"I heard that someone else can find you, put on this mask and answer three questions, you will part from the endless power for them." The man rubbed his palms, obviously he couldn't wait.

Just sit down and answer the questions to gain strength. He feels like he is participating in a quiz, just like the "Millionaire" show on TV.

"No power is endless."

The pirate shook his head. He wanted to find someone to chat, but the people who came were not smart, and no one could answer the last three questions.

The middle-aged man doesn't mind, he patted his big beer belly: "Okay, but you have the ability to affect the full emotional spectrum, and that ability is strong enough, so it's not bad to get a little bit."

"Perhaps, but do you know what would happen to those people if you didn't answer the question?"

The psychic pirate took a deep breath, seeing that the visitor's heart had been resolved, he made one last word of persuasion.

The Medusa mask is not something that anyone can wear casually. It can not only control the emotional spectrum of others, but also passively increase the wearer's various feelings.

If the wearer feels happy, the happiness will be magnified hundreds or thousands of times, making people laugh wildly.

If you feel sad while wearing it, the sadness will be magnified, making people want to commit suicide on the spot.

Spirit pirates themselves dare not always wear gadgets. Although this is the source of power, it is also a double-edged sword.

But while he was talking, the middle-aged man had already taken off his glasses and buckled the mask on his face, and he was done:

"I only heard that they are gone."

The moment he put on the mask, this thing stuck to his face as if it had come alive. It fits so well that he can't even pull it off.

Some strange smell came from the nasal cavity, although I don’t know why and I have never smelled it before, but middle-aged people know that this is a sweet joy. uukahnshu.com sweet fear, sweet anger, sweet sadness.

Yes, the Medusa mask feeds on all emotions, and of course it makes all food smell incredibly sweet.

"Well, it seems that you can't wait. The first question, what can we'know'?" Spirit pirates no longer discouraged, but went directly to the questioning process, because in the past, there were not too many such people, and It seems that the only person who can wear Medusa's mask is not dead.

"Oh, this question, I like it. We can feel the light because we have eyes and because we have lungs that breathe. Without these tools, we don't know anything."

The man immediately replied without thinking. Although he was ugly and funny, he was quick to think because his hometown is Gotham:

"So my answer is that we are limited by this tangible body. What we can know is what our sensory organs want us to know."

Hearing this answer, the soul pirate's beautiful blue eyes rolled around, his face showed the color of approval, and he smiled playfully:

"Good answer, I accept this answer."