The Death Knell

Wei Ke nodded. Male anchors can exaggerate when they show fear. Unexpectedly, Pete is quite savvy. He usually looks tall and thick, but Scream is no different from other little men.

"It's very good, although it's a bit overdone." Wei Ke commented, pointing out several flaws in the performance that she felt were: "It's just that the screaming lasted too long and was too abrupt. Audiences, if the TV sound is turned up, If it is louder, you will scare them, so when you shout, the tone can be sharp, but the volume should be slightly suppressed, and try not to use post-editing, which is too troublesome."

Peter was completely stunned at this time, keeping his expression motionless.

Wei Ke walked over and pushed him: "Okay, let's go back to the car and cut the straps first. I will teach you slowly when I have time. Your expression seems to be telling me that I have seen a ghost."

As he said this, Wei Ke himself smiled. Although there were corpses everywhere here, ghosts did not exist at all.

But at this moment, another voice suddenly appeared behind her, speaking as if in her ear.

"The look on his face didn't tell you that he saw a ghost, but that he saw me."

"!!!"

Wei Ke stiffened for a moment. She had been facing away from her in the lobby of the police station. She had no idea that someone had come so close behind her without even noticing.

The only person who can appear here at this time and in this environment is probably a murderer, right?

Why didn't the gangster leave after killing this time? This is different from the past!

Wei Ke felt like crying, and she guessed that there were probably countless guns pointing at the two of them behind her at this time, so Peter didn't move at all.

"Vikvali, I really like your show."

The voice said slowly, as if floating around behind her, uncertainly, but she didn't hear any footsteps at all.

"Hehe...hehe...that means everyone loves me, and you do too, right? Don't hurt me."

Wei Ke smiled dryly, but he didn't think so in his heart. Could it be that he had a gang boss or a perverted murderous fan? Is the clue this time a trap, just to catch yourself and do something like that?

She doesn’t want such fans at all!

"Slowly turn around, I happen to have plans to appear on TV."

Following the instructions of the voice, Wei Ke slowly turned around, and she immediately showed the same expression as Peter.

There were no thousands of troops or densely packed gun muzzles as imagined behind them, but only one person, hugging his chest and watching them quietly.

But this man is more terrifying than hundreds of gangsters, because he is the death knell!

The person who appeared in front of her at this time was naturally Su Ming. Originally, they planned to steal their car while the two went in for interviews, but when he heard the female reporter introduce herself, he changed his mind.

He asked Cindy to take Barbara and take a detour to the car to wait for him. Not only did he want to borrow the TV station's car, he also wanted to borrow the reporter's car.

Although the Vicki Vali in this world is somewhat like the setting of the New 52 world, becoming a TV anchor instead of a Gotham Gazette reporter, it is undeniable that this woman is not only eloquent, but also very lucky.

She first appeared in the comics in the early days of DC in 1948. She was one of Batman's girlfriends. In the era when there were no Catwoman and Talia, she was also the only one to survive among Batman's many girlfriends.

How lucky is she? He is treated like a son of the plane.

Every super villain treats her with courtesy, and those who want to deal with her are just minions, posing no threat at all. She randomly found a boyfriend, Bruce, the richest man in Gotham. She wanted big news, so she discovered Batman.

Su Ming remembered that it was Tim Burton's 1989 version of the Batman movie. It was about a time when the Joker planned to blow up Gotham City and let the bats feel his pain. When everyone was busy trying to escape from the city, she responded. Xiang Xingxing went to interview the clown by himself.

The Joker was also intrigued by her craziness, and happily accepted an interview. He exchanged his ideas and thoughts with her, allowing her to follow him all the way and witness everything about him and the bat.

Su Ming still remembered the lines from that movie. When the clown showed her the super bomb, she clapped like a little girl.

"Mr. Clown, you made such a wonderful thing, oh you are so powerful, purple, I love purple."

I don’t know if she is talking about the purple bomb or the clown in the purple suit.

If Batman hadn't defeated the Joker in the end, Su Ming felt that Vico might have become someone like Harley.

Since then, she has also shown a crazy interest in darkness in the comics. She has interviewed many Gotham villains, many of whom are illogical lunatics like Two-Face, but she has been unscathed every time. They all chatted happily with her.

The Joker has kidnapped everyone close to Batman, except her. This is also a mystery in DC comics.

At this time, Su Ming unexpectedly met Wei Ke from Earth Minus 11, so he might as well use her fame.

"Is it live broadcast now?" he asked Wei Ke.

"No, we are recording and broadcasting, we haven't had time to edit it yet."

Wei Ke didn't understand why the world's number one killer asked this. Did he not want his whereabouts to be leaked? So she immediately explained that there was no live broadcast, but video recording.

Su Ming didn't know what his expression was under the mask, but he just said: "I want to live broadcast."

He pulled out a gun and pointed it at Pete, but the question was addressed to Vicky, as if he was going to kill her partner if she didn't answer.

"It doesn't matter what we say, we have to agree from Taili."

Wei Ke waved her hands quickly, as if she was afraid that he would shoot. In her opinion, a killer like Deathstroke had his own ideas for every move. Since he did not kill her immediately, but wanted to live broadcast, it seemed that he would not be able to kill her for a short time. is safe.

"Okay, let's get back to the car. There are people waiting."

In this way, Barbara and Cindy in the carriage watched Su Ming lead two reporters out with a gun. They were confused and couldn't figure out what his purpose was for a while.

Even Cindy couldn't imagine that she always felt like she in this other world had many ideas that were different from her own.

Back in the carriage, although Wei Ke was surprised by the fact that there were two death knells, she would not doubt the authenticity of the death knells. There were still corpses on the ground outside!

They also kidnapped the police chief's daughter, Barbara. I wonder what they are planning? But under the gun, she and Pete still completed the editing of the previous video and sent it back to the station.

...........

At this time, there were not many people on Gotham TV station, and most of the midnight programs were old movies automatically played by computers, or boring TV shopping.

On the news channel, the studio host still needs to broadcast the news 24 hours a day, but in such horrible weather, what else is there to say? It's nothing more than using the same tactics as meteorologists and saying it every half hour.

Inside the broadcast room......

The director who was on duty at this time received Wei Ke's video. She curled her lips. She didn't even want to take a look at it, but this was still not her room, and it was impossible to do anything that could cover the sky with one hand in full view of the public.

She and several editors and staff could only click the play button, and then the scene in the video shocked them. It seemed that Wei Ke had discovered big news again.

The director gritted her teeth. She had planned to report to the station director tomorrow because the Vico duo had stolen the TV station's broadcast truck.

Now it seems that if the station manager knows that they have found big news, let alone punish them, this is the rhythm of giving them awards.

"Damn it, good luck to you!"

The director thought in his mind, but in the eyes of everyone, he still handed the video to the editor angrily and asked them to start writing for the host in the live broadcast room...

It’s time for a new round of news at 12:30. The night shift anchors in the live broadcast room start to drink water to prepare. They are like workers on the production line or horses and cattle. Several live broadcast rooms and several hosts take turns. .

Live broadcast room No. 1 will broadcast from 12 o'clock to 12:27, and there will be a half-hour break. His live broadcast room No. 2 will continue to broadcast until 12:57, and then switch.

To be honest, not many people watched the midnight news program, but for the sake of salary, he still had to put on the most professional smile.

But his eyes lit up when he was memorizing the script, because he discovered new news, and it was his first broadcast, which was a good thing.

Well, it's like a small reward in a mundane and mind-numbing job, about the same as winning ten dollars in a lottery ticket.

As the red light in the studio came on, he showed his most perfect smile:

"Welcome everyone to continue to pay attention to the Gotham City TV News Channel. The latest news is that in the early hours of tonight, a group of thugs attacked the Gotham City Police Station. Both sides suffered heavy casualties. The incident is still under investigation. Please tune in to watch our reporter from the front. Reports sent.”

The director made an OK gesture to indicate that the video had been cut, but the host had no intention of relaxing and instead watched the video.

In the video, there are traces of fighting everywhere, and the police station has completely turned into a battlefield. Although such scenes are not uncommon in Gotham, this is the first time it has happened in a police station.

Pitt's lens was used very well, and the scene was extremely horrifying. Countless bored viewers in front of the TV screamed when they saw such a bloody scene late at night. On a stormy night, even ordinary criminals could not go out, and They are also looking for some exciting pictures.

"Director, Weike has sent a live broadcast application." said an editor wearing headphones.

The female director gritted her teeth and looked at the ratings on the device next to her that were rising straight up like an electrocardiogram after a dead person was resurrected. She bitterly squeezed out two words:

"give her!"

The host received the signal and nodded slightly to indicate understanding. After playing the video, the camera cut back to the studio.

"We now have new information about the front, and the studio will now be connected to front-line reporter Vikvali."

The signal was connected, but what appeared in front of the camera was not the familiar smiling face, but instead, a black and yellow mask.

"Hello, Vico...wait, oh! Oh my God! It's Deathstroke!"

The host, who was smiling cordially and waiting to connect with Wei Ke, felt as if he had been scalded by boiling water. He jumped up from his chair with a scream and backed away until his back was against the wall. There is no way to escape, like a frightened child.

But he couldn't take his eyes away from the screen. The yellow-black armor seemed to have magic power, attracting all his attention.

"Hello, host." Deathstroke in the camera tilted his head slightly, as if to say hello, and then he said passionately: "Good evening! Gotham!"

Maybe in a corner of Gotham, there will really be a madman saying to the TV: Good evening, Deathstroke.

But it was obvious that no one in the studio was among them. They felt as if their throats were being strangled and they couldn't say anything.

Su Ming didn't care whether these people had the courage to communicate with him. He waved the gun in his hand and motioned for Pete to give him a vision: "As you can see, the Gotham Police Department is finished, but unfortunately, the box is not what I want. Chocolate, haha.”

The joke was not funny at all, and everyone watching the TV felt a wave of fear.

After the camera zooms out, you can see Deathstroke holding a pistol to the head of a girl. The girl is still sitting in a wheelchair, huddled in a ball in the heavy rain, her eyes closed tightly, and trembling.

"This is the Gotham Police Commissioner's daughter, Barbara Gordon. Maybe some of you know her."

Su Ming tapped his helmet with the barrel of the pistol, acting like a lunatic, in order to be more in line with the terrifying image of the death knell in the minds of Gotham people and deepen their fear.

"What I'm looking for is Director Gordon, but another group of people kidnapped him first. Here, I want to tell this group of people something."

He took a few steps forward and got closer to the camera to further enhance the sense of oppression: "You'd better hand Gordon into my hands. He is my goal and I want to live. Otherwise, no matter where he is, no matter where he is. , I will find you and slowly kill you one by one. I guarantee that the process will be the same... extremely painful!"

With that, he shot Barbara, who fell from her wheelchair, her life or death unknown.

Many empty viewers in front of the TV couldn't bear to cover their mouths at this time. Fear once again flooded their hearts after the Rigoletto was arrested.

This kind of naked bloody killing and the madness of the Fool are two different fears.

The camera turned to Deathstroke again, his gun still smoking slightly. No one would think that he would miss at such a close distance. That poor girl Barbara was dead.

"Anyone who has clues about these men in black, or you know the whereabouts of Director Gordon, please contact the TV station and they will tell me. I will grant the person who gave the clues a wish. You just need to tell me who you want to die. That person wouldn't survive the next day. If I calculate the price of my services, it's a reward worth $2 million."

"Oh, one more thing, everyone at the TV station, please put my video on the news 24 hours a day. If you can't do it... the police station behind me will be the fate of your TV station. "

Peter gave the police station another close-up, and various miserable scenes were vividly displayed at Su Ming's request. Everyone in the studio subconsciously replaced their faces with the corpse over there, and swallowed in unison. Drop saliva.

Signal interruption.

The host in the studio screamed and scurried around like a headless fly.

"It's over! It's over! Deathstroke is coming to kill us. I want to go home! Go home!"

His performance was broadcast to every household, but no one laughed at him when watching the news channel. Instead, they all felt as if someone was breathing behind them, which was creepy.