The Death Knell

"There are a lot of possibilities. Your annihilation list may be very long, Slade."

Bobo looked at Death Knell's blood-stained boots and took a deep breath on his pipe. The shredded tobacco may have been soaked in whisky, so the air smelled of grain:

"A title like 'my lord' is not reserved for God. Many **** lords and various gods also like to be called by others. It is a way of showing ownership. Vampires and time lords also like subordinates to use this title. ."

The little orangutan detective didn't seem to find anything.

"But normal people wouldn't use the phrase 'My Lord' as a code name, because it's too complicated."

Donna, who was holding her arm, said this. She saw many strange people appear with blue light. They began to clean the manor, dragged the corpses into the darkness, and took out a professional cleaning tool set to wash the floor:

"In fact, the subject here is the noun Lord (Lord), and the preceding My (My) is an attributive, but compared to phrases like TheLord, it seems to refer to a very different meaning, like concealing more than declaring ."

As the name suggests, an attributive is to determine the scope of a certain thing. If there is no word 'I' in this place, then we only look at the 'host' and feel that the scope of the host is very broad.

But to say 'my master' like this, the scope of the master becomes smaller, because there is a connection with 'I' and a limited scope appears, so 'I' here should be an attributive modifier.

".What did you usually learn on Paradise Island? You read and write books? But shouldn't you learn ancient Greek?"

Bobo was speechless, not many orangutans of culture would have thought that Donna would be able to do English part-of-speech analysis, because in his opinion, the Amazon female warriors are all sturdy women who need no explanation in their lives, especially Diana and Donna, It is the ugliest of the Amazons.

Haven't seen Shazam next to him, has his eyes seen gold stars? He doesn't understand at all!

"Hey, you gorilla, you actually look down on people?" Donna snatched Bobo from Death Knell's shoulder, tugging at his face for a while: "Every Amazon warrior must be both civil and military, not only can kill, but also know how to kill. Music, chess, calligraphy and painting, performing dramas, dancing, writing poetry, and other skills that can make people elegant, and there are competitions on the island every year.”

"These projects are not very useful in modern society. I just feel like I'm cultivating a harem for Zeus." Bobo covered his face and said with a lake, struggling desperately.

"Ah, maybe there is such an intention." Donna let go, tilted her head and thought for a while. In the past, Paradise Island was a completely closed society. In fact, she had already discovered that these skills seemed to be in addition to invoking with her sisters. There is no other use.

"Okay, the clues are already in hand." Su Ming interrupted Bobo and Donna's wild thoughts, he shook Deli's mobile phone in his hand, and threw it to the orangutan: "Let's study it, who will give it to the orangutan? The text he sent, trying to replace me with a person of color, is kind of interesting."

The phone doesn't have a fingerprint to unlock, but a traditional passcode, but Bobo, with his beastly intuition, managed to open it after trying three sets of numbers. …

But things are more interesting. There is no information that Deli had previously confessed in the text message mailbox, and there is no person L in the address book. It's like nothing happened and everything was made up by the little black man.

"It's impossible, he must be telling the truth." Donna pressed the golden rope on her belt, she was obviously confident in her own way.

"Then the phone should be controlled remotely." Bobo said while holding down the phone's camera and microphone, and violently unloaded the phone's battery: "Through technical means, it is also very simple to delete information remotely. , but if you want to recover information, you need a little professional equipment, and that's not my area of ​​expertise."

"Hey, you can't let this kind of foreign equipment be connected to Sepulk." Su Ming sighed, he took the phone, but he didn't ask the adjutant to take it back and fix it, but prepared to find someone else to deal with it, and took off the cloak behind him. Yang: "Come on, let's go to Rhode Island, adjutant, give Wally a call, you can come back."

There was a flash of electricity, and Wally appeared beside everyone. He covered his eyes with his hands, but looked curiously at the people in black who were cleaning around from between his fingers:

"The people who used to live here aren't dead, are they?"

"They've moved." Su Ming replied to the kind-hearted Wally with a smile, motioning him to get on the flying carpet, but of course he wouldn't tell him that those people moved their heads.

Wally didn't ask any further, he just swallowed his saliva and changed the subject:

"Then what's the origin of these cleaning people?"

"My people, I plan to live in this house in the future. I have always wanted to build a small house in the metropolis for spring outings for my students."

Death Knell jumped on the flying carpet himself, he touched the cloak and signaled it to take off:

"This house will be the autumn and winter campus of Zhongci College in the future, and I will cherish it."

At the same time, the city hall of Gotham City can be said to be a crowd of demons dancing, so that Batman and the others wearing tights did not seem abrupt when they entered it.

Of course, the worst thing is not that everyone saw a fat woman who weighed more than 200 kilograms, dressed up as a catwoman, and came up to flirt with the 'pretend' Batman, but that there were too many clowns here.

In the same way, the reason why Batman was stiff was not because he was forcibly held in his arms by the fat woman, but because when dozens of clowns upstairs and downstairs suddenly cast their eyes with a smile, he felt keenly. One of them is genuine.

He didn't need any evidence, just a feeling like an electric current flashed through his mind, and he instinctively felt his old enemy.

"Damn it, a room full of rich people and politicians is exactly the kind of stage that clowns like most."

Batman raised his hand and pressed the back of the fat woman's neck. The woman who was wrapping around him and wiping her oil fainted softly. Seeing that she was caught by Superman and gently placed on the chair beside him, Bat said again:

"What does he want to play with me."

But Superman couldn't see it. In his eyes, there were countless people dressed as clowns in this room, but they all looked the same. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Pale complexion, perverted smile, seaweed-like hair, and a flamboyant purple suit.

The Joker is crazy, but he is undoubtedly a human being. When mixed with humans, all kinds of superhuman powers are useless, and even Ron's psychic ability can't work on the Joker.

Because the Joker is so crazy, that madness and chaos can still be contagious, and Batman strictly forbids Ron to try to read the Joker's mind.

"Need our help, use the net to investigate and catch him out?"

Green Arrow and his ex-wife Dinah were quite used to the rich masquerade, because Oliver was also a rich man. With this inattentive effort, the couple had already drank free high-end champagne, and they kindly proposed one. Method.

However, Batman turned his head as if he had been electrocuted, pressed his forehead against Green Arrow's head, and said coldly:

"You all go out, now."