The Death Knell

"Hiccup~~~~!"

The drunken chimpanzee burped, as if trying to squeeze out all the acid in his stomach. The loud sound echoed in the warmly lit bar.

"Hey! This is the most disgusting gas I have ever smelled from living things." The female magician in black stockings covered her nose. She wanted to give Bobo a surprise, but she didn't expect it. She had a more interesting one: "I thought you were at work, Bobo."

The orangutan tilted his head, then turned his head and continued to stare at his wine glass. His black-haired hands moved freely on the surface of the glass, as if his eyes were covered in brown waves.

"We all have breath, Xiao Zha, all living people have it. If you knew how many people have died here in the past few months, you, as the boss, would keep pouring alcohol down your throat. And I am a bar owner. Alcohol is All of my work.”

"I thought the Forgotten Bar had no operating costs." Zatanna slapped her little hand in front of her face, her delicate eyebrows furrowed: "At least I still have to pay for renting the theater."

"To connect to TV, telephone, Internet, and running water in a pocket space? You can't believe how high the cost is."

Bobo raised his glass and toasted to the sky. Well, this is all Jim's credit, because Bobo himself doesn't know how to do this, but a large part of his monthly income will be deducted by the bar itself.

"You reminded him again, and now he found a reason not to pay the bartender, even if the bartender scraped the charred corpses of his friends from the wooden floor bit by bit with a nail file."

Tracy at the bar complained viciously that since the witch fire burned the place once, the bar is now in a miserable state because many regulars were burned to death.

In addition, the outside world is now in chaos, even the magicians are busy protecting themselves, and they have no voice. Apart from cleaning the house every day, she just watches Bobo drinking alone in a daze, talking to himself, and she is going crazy.

"Are you okay? Tracy?" Diana on the other side behind Bobo reached out and touched Tracy's head, because the little girl seemed very nervous.

Tracey rubbed her head against Diana's broad chest across the bar, and her various punk-style earrings and nose rings made crisp clashing sounds with the gold and red armor.

"No, it's not good at all, my ex-girlfriend said I shouldn't go back to work where my friends died, it would just make me more and more crazy like Harley, but I have to do something... .I mean, the earth is like this, I can’t let Bobo be here alone, otherwise no one will know if he chokes on drinking one day.”

"I understand, you are a good child." Diana rubbed her face against the top of her head, just like her mother used to comfort herself when she was a child: "Although you always tease Bobo, you are still worried about him, right? "

"No, I didn't, don't talk nonsense, it's impossible." Tracy pulled her head out from between her breasts as if she was electrocuted, shook her head wildly, and reached out to twist Bobo's arm: "I wish he died, let him I'm inheriting the bar, yes, I'm plotting this bar."

"Hiss!" Bobo shrank back while holding the wine glass: "You pulled out all the hair on my arms, I'm going to deduct your salary!"

"Hmph! Whatever you want! I will go to the basement to bleed myself now, and then I will draw a circle and curse you to lose all your black hair!" Tracy dropped the rag in her hand and turned away.

Bobo took a sharp breath and turned to look at Diana: "Did you see how vicious my bartender is? She actually started to threaten the boss. If I didn't have handsome black hair and wrinkled skin, I would be right. Will everyone still love me?"

Diana really couldn't understand the humor of the orangutan. She put her shield and sword on the bar, where there were still the marks that Constantine had scratched with his nails. She didn't pay attention to whether someone died in the same position. He sat down directly and said to Bobo:

"We are here on behalf of the Justice League Dark this time, and we need your help with some problems in the magical world."

"I'm an orangutan, a detective, not a sorcerer." Bobo raised his glass and drained his drink, then looked longingly at the wine cabinet behind the bar: "I can remind you where there are small puddles in front of you. This is to take advantage of my height. , I’m afraid it can’t be of much help other than that.”

At this time, Zatanna walked into the bar, blocking Bobo's view. The orangutan suddenly scratched his head: "What are you doing? Don't touch the things on the bar."

"Let me make you a cup of coffee. We have enough troubles now. You'd better wake up and don't let us worry more about you."

Zatanna turned her head and rolled her eyes. Because of the reverse magic, she has been working with Diana recently to deal with some problems in the magical world.

The Zhenglian Alliance is also having a hard time. Martian Manhunter is missing, Cyborg is missing, Batman is missing, Hawkgirl has a mental breakdown, Superman has recently been involved in internal family problems, and now the mainstay of the Zhenglian Alliance has become Barry...

She has never seen such an unreliable day.

Tracy's twin-tailed head popped out of the warehouse: "Add nutmeg, he hates nutmeg in coffee."

Bobo rolled his eyes, knocked on the bar and shouted: "The thing I hate now is you damn kid!"

Diana stretched out her hand to tug at his furry face and looked at him helplessly. Bobo was fine when everyone was dealing with the 'Leviathan' incident a few days ago. Why did he seem to be depressed today?

Do orangutans have unstable moods for a few days every month? Diana shook her head and began to feel for the Lasso of Truth on her belt.

"Listen Bobo, as we speak, Circe and Peppertua's dark monsters are devouring the pillars of the world beneath Olympus, and the distance between us and this other magical dimension is thinner than ever. Swamp Thing and Constantine went to check out the Tree of Wonders, but Constantine thought there might be magic in the magical country of Maia that could strengthen the pillars."

The orangutan bared his teeth and scratched his temples, sounding a bit serious: "But... Xiao Dai, Constantine is a liar..."

Zatanna put the coffee in front of Bobo and forced him to drink it with her eyes to sober up: "I agree with this. In addition to being a liar, he is also scum, trash, bastard, shit, @#￥,%* @!...."

Seeing Zatanna start spitting out the fragrance, Bobo obediently picked up the coffee and drank it. His facial features were deformed by the pain, and he waited for a long time before saying: "Okay, but you believe him... By the way, what about Deathstroke? I mean, the one with the cape."

The corners of Diana's eyes drooped. Just now, she was telling Bobo about the crisis facing the world with an upright face, but now she seemed to be deflated.

"He hasn't come back yet, or he came back last time, but Barry didn't keep him. The only change is that Colonel Sanders now serves French fries and potato balls again."

Bobo pinched his thick lips and adjusted his detective hat: "Is that so? Then I can only reject you. In my opinion, Constantine is lying to you, and I can't let you fall into the pit. This is not a puddle but a fire pit, and he has killed too many people who believed in him."