The Death Knell

"Yes, not only what the orangutan said, but I have always had a question."

Su Ming also lit a cigarette, watched Batman add spices to the risotto and quickly stir fry, he said:

"I killed another me, the me on the crossroads of time. I named that death knell Lao Liu. He was a spellcaster, and because of the price of dark magic, he was dying of illness. But in his memory, there was never There are memories of the Remnant Elixir."

Not to mention medicine, the sixth child has absolutely no understanding of the survivors. Su Ming learned about the past origins of the survivors and obtained valuable first-hand information from Wade's gossip.

Speaking of it, the little cousin really still loves him. In fact, the value of this information is much more valuable than the miscellaneous soldiers he killed. In the end, he still only wanted five hundred yuan.

Have you been too strict with him? Do you want to stab him less in the future?

At this time, seeing the death knell talking, Damian, who gradually calmed down, took up the conversation:

"I understand. If the survivors invent a panacea that can cure all diseases, why don't they give Lao Liu one? You should know that panaceas, according to the adjutant afterwards, have chemical structural formulas, and Lian Lu The tramps around can be configured, and there are no precious raw materials and high-tech thresholds at all.”

The meaning of rice is that it may take a lot of trouble to let the survivors create the world for the Yongjia people to eat. Kyle disagrees, and it can be used as an explanation.

But if it's just a pill, he has no reason not to give it to Lao Liu. Even if he knows it won't work, he won't die if he tries it, right?

Judging from the later performance of the survivor, he is a lunatic who likes to make people happy. If he knew that the sixth child had become unlucky due to illness, he would definitely not begrudge a piece of medicine.

The only explanation is that Lao Liu didn't know that the survivors could cure diseases, and the survivors didn't know that Lao Liu was sick.

In this way, it shows that the structure of "My Lord" is looser than imagined, and there is no personal communication between the various members. This is not like a force that intends to destroy the universe, but more like...

Someone launched a cannon fodder group that came to Lei Lei.

"Ah, yes, Lao Liu's motivation is not sufficient."

The orangutan scratched his temples and sighed. He lowered his head and played with the pipe in his hand:

"We have also discussed it before. He can actually come to our death knell for help. As a different time body, he has this advantage. There is no need to become an enemy. By the way, Slade, let strangle After eating his brain, is there any hatred for you in his memory?"

Su Ming smiled and shook his head. He also took a puff of cigarettes, and threw one to Batman, and reached out to help the latter light up while cooking:

"No, he envied me so much that he wanted to replace me. Maybe he was a little jealous, but he didn't hate me. My point of view has always been that the greater the ability, the more choices. He and I are essentially the same person, so naturally I think so , so we can calmly accept the reality that 'those who are not capable have no choice', which is also a kind of self-conciliation."

"Then his logic of joining 'My Lord' doesn't make sense, not to mention that he also created Rao's lie to set up a situation. This doesn't seem like a plan against you, but more like a forced transfer."

Bobo thought for a few seconds, and said so again, his black face wrinkled into a walnut shape.

"Although I didn't see it with my own eyes, it sounds like, using the new Krypton? Using the reputation of the sun **** Rao? Using the vast majority of Kryptonian people? Mind control to create illusions?"

Batman poured a little wine into the pot to remove the smell, covered it with a lid and simmered it for a while, and said at the same time:

"These should be plans against Superman. At least if I were to deal with Clark, I would think this plan is good."

Su Ming, who was sitting on the chair, began to prepare the drinks for the meal. He nodded, but shook his head again:

"You are all right, but there are too many things in Lao Liu's memory that are extremely painful to me, and I can't even look at them, otherwise I may go crazy myself, so these possibilities you said , I can't prove it."

In the bat cave with red lights, hot air came out from the edge of the pot, forming a puff of smoke, making everyone's vision a little hazy.

"Ah, it's right not to look at it." The orangutan said so immediately, and he touched the death knell's chest, as if he felt sorry for him: "We haven't reached that point yet, and you need to take this kind of risk. Bats are annoying enough, don’t make you laugh again, then I’ll just kill myself.”

"Haha!" Deathstroke smiled at him.

But the orangutan just rolled his eyes, and the paw stroking the breastplate turned into a slap:

"Don't make such a joke, is it fun to play with me? Has anyone ever told you that bullying small animals is actually a very perverted behavior?"

"I know that all serial murderers often set fires or tortured small animals when they were young." Su Ming stroked the orangutan's head, and he could feel the little blessing orangutan's concern for him, so he was naturally moved: "But don't worry. Well, just like Batman has a plan, I have a backup plan if I go crazy."

"Huh? Is this the silent tacit understanding between you?" Bobo smiled, showing the sharp gorilla teeth in his mouth: "When did it start? Make yourself a suicide plan after going crazy, and become a smart person. Standard equipment? Should I have a backup plan too?"

Damian was thoughtful, he was thinking, his father Deathstroke had this kind of plan, and Batman also had this kind of plan, should he have one too?

If one day I go crazy and become a laughing Robin, it might be really troublesome if I wear King Robin's belt.

"No, Bobo, you don't need such a complicated plan." Su Ming took out some dishes from his pocket and put them on the table to wait for Batman to serve everyone: "You just need to tell Tracy, If one day you go crazy, just let her knock you out with a wine bottle."

"Tsk! Well said, but my pride hurts."

After hearing the plan given by the death knell, Bobo could only grit his teeth, because he was indeed right, he didn't have much force, and he might be subdued by the customers and the bartender in the tavern before he became crazy.

That's fine.

"Yeah, in fact, Bruce can use a similar plan." Zon Batman shook his head with a smile, he lifted the lid of the pot, took a big breath of aroma with a smile, and then began to serve everyone: "He should trust friends Guys, if you can subdue him after his attack, for example, you can, amigo, and you are fully capable of stopping any Laughing Bat again."

"But then you wouldn't exist~www.NovelMTL.com~ friend." Su Ming stood up to help him serve the meal, and asked Hang Ling to open the white wine that went with the meal first, pour it into a decanter and let it sit for a while: " Of course, this assumption is not valid, you and I both know that Bruce doesn't trust anyone, he probably can't even trust you."

"Yeah, brother, you guessed it again."

Zon handed over the pot and spoon in his hand dumbfoundedly, took a big puff of the cigarette given by Deathstroke, and coughed twice. It was obvious that this body was not used to the stimulation of the smoke tar. He cleared his throat and continued. :

"He's still yelling in my head now, he hates me for talking too much nonsense, I obviously didn't say much, but whatever he says, I just pretend I can't hear him, hey, come on, everyone, sit down and eat, Sha Praise you too, don’t play too many game consoles, your eyesight will deteriorate, can you play after eating?”

"Uh, ok~~~~"

The pure Shazam didn't think that Batman's change was a problem, he was like an ordinary child forced to do something he didn't want to, he agreed with a long tone, and sat obediently at the dining table.

(end of this chapter)