The Death Knell

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"It doesn't look like it was killed by a zombie or suicide."

Arthur's movement speed was the slowest among the people present, but he was always the first to express his opinion. Seeing the scar on the corpse's chest, he also gave his reasoning like a bat.

It's very simple. If the trident kills people, there are three holes in the chest; if the pentadent is used as the murder weapon, there should be five holes in the chest.

After ruling out the suspicion of Fen Shui Emei thorns, ninja grappling hooks, and double-barreled shotguns, the famous detective Sea King determined that the bald boy was not killed by the hands of kung fu zombies.

Ron had some ideas, but in the cylindrical hall, under the bright lights, he didn't say a word. He just looked at Batman with red eyes, because there was the strongest detective in the DC universe among the crowd, and he didn't need to say anything.

The man in the dark uniform did not refuse, and floated to the body like a dark cloud. First, he stretched out his hand to measure the distance between the wounds, then opened the dead man's eyelids and looked at the eyeballs. Finally, he noticed the death message on the armrest of the sofa.

Saru's blood-stained hand was on the line of blood, and after removing it, a familiar name could be seen—

Darkside.

No matter how you look at it, it will make people think that the last big caste died at the hands of the cosmic tyrant, but Batman turned his head and pulled Jason, who was kneeling on the ground, and said to everyone:

"It's framed."

After speaking, everyone looked at him eagerly, but he held Jason's collar in his hand and looked at everyone blankly.

Although wearing a bat mask, the pair of white eyepieces covered his eyes, but the members of Zhenglian clearly understood what he wanted to express.

'Are you messing around with Deathstroke? Do you still expect me to explain? ’

Because he is Batman.

Normally he wouldn't explain, he wouldn't apologize, he wouldn't laugh, he wouldn't say interrogative sentences, he would just look everyone in the eyes and be silent until no one questioned any more.

"Let go of me! Batman, do you think it's still the past? You can't hold me like that!"

In the quirky quiet atmosphere, Red Hood protested and punched the bat emblem on the man's chest.

However, in exchange for Batman's words:

"You have lived here, you must have paid the price, got it back, and then took us to see the flow of time."

The young man was dumbfounded for a moment, because he hadn't acted with Batman for too long, and he even forgot about this man's omniscience.

Yes, if you want to live in the hall of all things and watch many times and spaces, you need to pay the price to the last guardian Saru. Jason paid it, which is his most precious and happiest memory.

But here comes the question, Batman has never entered the hall of all things before, nor has he dealt with the big caste, how did he know about it?

However, Jason was well aware of his adoptive father's problems, so he didn't need to ask, and he knew that he would definitely not answer.

Because he is...

So he knocked off the man's choking hand and quickly approached the corpse on the sofa.

To the left of the sofa is a golden multi-level high table with fruits and hookahs, several game consoles, a dismantled car TV, a pot of small pine bonsai and pruning tools, and even several books of "Hua Hua x". "Sub" magazine, was turned a little curled.

The unrepentant Saru was wearing a yellow monk robe and had a bald head. He looked like a young monk who was only eleven or twelve years old. His real age was infinite, so he had a lot of fun.

On the right side of the sofa, there is something like a safe, and Jason knows that the price he paid is stored in it.

Although Saru is his friend, but... he died, there is absolutely no need to let his precious memory be buried with him, he will definitely get it back.

Noticing that his eyes fell on the safe, the enthusiastic Superman was also unambiguous, his eyes shot hot eyes and swept along the gap of the cabinet door, and he unlocked Jason in seconds.

"Thank you, Superman."

Jason avoided the burning molten steel and reached out to take out a crystal ball in the safe, which was his stripped memory.

However, he only cares about being polite to Superman, but he ignores that there are superheroes around, and his eyesight is better than each other.

Everyone saw the memory picture stored in the crystal ball, like a faint wisp of smoke.

It was a rare afternoon for Gotham, the sun was so bright that it was almost a moderate smog, and it was over the East Pier, where Batman was fishing with Jason, who was still a boy.

The boy caught a fish and jumped up and down with joy, and Batman took a portable bat grill from his belt, grilled the fish and ate it in half, maybe the fish with the white smiley face tasted like It was funny, so he even had a smile on his face.

Don't care if the fish in Gotham who drink laughing gas can eat it or not, and don't care whether the subjective memory is accurate, anyway, this is Jason's most precious and happiest memory...

Seeing this, the heroes of Zhenglian felt a burst of sadness. For many people, ordinary things are the things that Red Hood cares about most in the heart.

He's so pathetic, Batman is so dark.

But Jason has a different understanding of everyone's silence. He only feels that his secret exposure is completely dead.... Sure enough, there is nothing good with Batman!

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"Let the adjutant take over all the information networks on this earth first, and conduct a screening of all signal sources."

In the smelly suite, Su Ming told Bobo about his plan, walking towards the door as he spoke.

The robot head is like Iron Man. Without the high-tech suit, his combat power is probably similar to that of Bobo, and he can only do a little three-legged cat-style kung fu, so if he wants to resist, he will definitely not abandon his battle. Clothes.

So as long as the battle suit runs, it will inevitably consume energy. In reality, there is no mechanical structure with a 100% energy conversion rate. Therefore, as a loss, the operation process will inevitably generate waste, no matter the form of energy waste dissipation is sound waves, light energy, Heat, or whatever, there's always going to be a traceable signature anyway.

Preferably in the form of nuclear radiation, and gamma rays are best checked.

All in all, now just go downstairs and writhe around, find the spare armor for the machine head, give it to the adjutant to analyze it, study the unified characteristics of the small boat reactor when it is running, summarize some experience, and soon be able to find out the mouse who absconded in fear of crime.

Now that all the space on Earth 8 is blocked, he doesn't even have a chance to escape into the blood layer, let alone dreams and hell. Su Ming has acquaintances in those places.

"Let's do it like this." Bobo slapped his lower back, apparently using a magnifying glass to check every inch of the ground and hurt the akimbo: "Oh, I'm so tired, can you give me the wine I said first? Taste? You just say it's a good wine, you should let me taste it, right?"

"Yes, I want to try it too, **** it!" Albert stretched his long tongue and slowly licked his upper lip, his hazy drunk eyes widened in an instant, and it even seemed to be radiant.

"Hehe, I really did not take you..."

But just when Su Ming was going to be generous and bring a bottle of good wine to each of them, a circular white portal opened in the corridor outside the door, and a large number of people poured out from it.

These people don’t talk nonsense when they meet. The strong man who leads the iris shield with a red cross in his hand, shouted the slogan and launched an attack:

"The Counterattackers Assemble!"

In the face of the Hanhans who rushed over, Su Ming was not surprised at all, and even smiled at Bobo: "Look, I knew they would beat me as a villain boss, sigh, drink or wait. Bar."

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