The Death Knell

In the circular hall, everyone looked at the text projected on the round table, but the expressions on their faces were indescribably weird.

"It's the four symbols of ＊＊＊＊, what does this represent?"

Superman, who was very confident in his eyesight, spoke first. He even activated his clairvoyance ability, but he didn't see anything unusual in the notepad.

And this book is too dirty, right? Is the suspicious filth on the cover dried up snot? Batman in the shadow of the light didn't speak, but just looked away from Superman, because if he couldn't even see these four words, he wouldn't be able to understand a lot of things, so it's better to save some saliva.

Ron was the second to say that he only saw symbols, not words at all, which made Bat believe that the aliens seemed hopeless, so he turned his attention to Diana.

Wonder Woman is a demigod. Although she is an old god, she may know more about the things of God. She hopes to see what is written here.

But Xiao Dai just shook her head, saying that what she saw was the same as everyone else. She understood that the bat was waiting for a different answer, but unfortunately she couldn't give it.

What about steel bones? He was fully optimized and upgraded by Deathstroke, and now he has become the PLUS version of Granny Huang. Will he have stronger scanning or data analysis capabilities?

The result was no, the little black man spread his hands, leaned back on the chair, and started rubbing his temples just like Barry did. He hasn't felt the benefits of turning his whole body into flesh and blood yet, but the disadvantages came first, and now he also Headache.

In this way, except for Batman himself, the other seven of the seven giants of Zhenglian were wiped out. They could only see the four asterisks of ** on the notepad, and nothing else.

But in Batman's eyes, the entire paper is filled with the words 'God of Silence,' and Lucifer's words are also very beautiful. After all, he is a demon from hell. Maybe the contract is written enough.

So he turned his gaze to Black Adam again, to the watching Titans and Teen Titans, and even the Doom Patrol who was still in a daze.

But no one raised a hand.

"The meeting is over." Batman got up directly, without any explanation, took back the notepad and left

He left the meeting room and disappeared into the darkness outside the door.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, but then sighed and shook their heads as usual, because this man always does this, never explains, he only does what he wants to do. What exactly does the stuff in the notepad represent? Why didn't everyone's answers satisfy him? Where is he going?

No one knows, it's Batman style.

"It's like this again, oh, it's over, I'm going home to sleep." Green Arrow also stood up from the seat beside the round table, put his arms around his ex-wife, and gave her a wink, as if planning to go back Home fights.

Everyone chatted with their companions in low voices, and left the conference room one after another, because the time was indeed inappropriate, and most of them were preparing to take a break.

Being called to a meeting in the middle of the night, the result is like guessing a riddle, and if you guess wrong, you are sent home. I am used to it, and the daily life of a superhero is like this.

"I have to talk to him, we are teammates, we can't let him deal with everything by himself." Nodding to everyone, Superman quickly followed out, this is to chase Batman, he always felt that it was so mysterious It's not good to be ideology, not to tell teammates about anything, this is still distrust.

In order to make his teammates better people, Superman felt obligated to talk. Of course, whether he can catch up with that person is another matter. When a bat wants to hide its whereabouts, it is almost impossible to be found.

"Huh? Is the meeting over?" Arthur woke up rubbing his eyes, he stretched vigorously, his bones cracked and crackled, but he looked very comfortable: "Hey, the wine in Deathstroke's world is so powerful, My head really hurts until now, what did you say at the meeting just now? Why are everyone's faces so ugly?"

"It's okay, you guys rest, I'll go find Slade."

Diana put on her cloak and left quickly. She contacted the adjutant as she walked, as if asking for something in a low voice.

But when she reached the door, she stopped, and

He glanced at the Doom Patrol, but he didn't know when Bobo's orangutan disappeared. She shook her head, probably guessing something:

"Adjutant, send me to Sepulk first. You said that the connection with Deathstroke was temporarily interrupted. What's going on?"

"Come on out, hiding in a cardboard box isn't stealth."

While Superman was still looking for him, this man had already left through the underground secret passage in the Hall of Justice, because when the secret passage was built, the materials were mixed with a lot of lead, and Superman's superpowers could not detect it at all. The presence.

And that's just one of the countless back doors someone left in the Halls of Justice.

It's just that all the way he walked, there was a cardboard box used to hold apples in the cafeteria secretly following him behind him. This kind of deceitful behavior still made him complain.

There was a shivering sound in the dark tunnel, and the cardboard box was opened, revealing a creature covered in black fur inside, only his white teeth were conspicuous in the darkness. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"I'm a little curious about the orangutan, so I followed, don't you mind?"

"No, you have something to say." Batman climbed up a side ladder, which would send him to a hidden teleporter, which would then teleport him somewhere with a sonic boom. Smart people are always welcome.

"I can see the text on the notepad, which is filled with the four words 'God of Silence, right?" The orangutan took out a pipe and sucked it in his mouth. A little spark: "Everyone's reaction is invisible, so I don't want to cause panic or be treated as a different kind. It's better for us to communicate in private."

Well, although he is indeed an alien, an orangutan mixed with a human.

"You can see."

The awkward Batman raised a question again. This statement is actually asking how Bobo saw it.

The inside of the tunnel was pitch black, and he was almost integrated with the darkness, and the voice seemed to be coming from all directions.

"I don't know why, but I can anyway, maybe it's because I'm extremely smart, or the meteorite water I drank back then was nourishing enough?"

The orangutan detective with a funny face laughed. He has acted with Deathstroke many times, and now he has a sense of humor:

"It seems that this term can only be understood when people in the know communicate. Then experience tells me that when everyone's brains are affected by unknown factors, things become a little troublesome."

He has already discovered that this is the case. If only one party can recognize those words, then even if they want to communicate with others, the other party will not be able to hear, understand, or understand. This must be the influence of the mystery from a higher level. As an orangutan who has been in the magic world all year round, he really understands.

"That's right." Bat nodded, and the corners of his mouth curled downwards: "Tell me something I don't know."