The Death Knell

The forensic center is naturally used to this kind of thing where family members identify corpses.

But now that aliens have invaded the earth, and some people have brought little girls to identify the bodies, they would never dare to think about it.

But all of this happened, and the final conclusion can only be that Deathstroke is so confident that he doesn't even take alien bugs seriously.

People are afraid of the death knell, but when compared with insects, at least the people in front of them feel that at least the human form of the death knell is more reliable.

Regardless of whether he was a devil or a ghost, at least he spoke English. When he asked them to help find the body, he politely said "please".

In this way, the survivors seemed to feel the support of the same kind, and they stopped shaking.

Jessica met her dead family members as she wished. She was very calm even along the way, but now she saw her family members lying in the cold cabinet with yellow 'biochemical threat' bags, and she still cried loudly.

Su Ming had plenty of time, and the reports from Sepulke on the communicator were always normal, so he went to the side to rest on a desk, and took out some food and drinks to distribute to everyone.

"Come on, come here. You have been hiding for a few hours and relax for a while. This building looks like there is no one at all from the outside. It is not the first choice for insects."

He called on the survivors to come over and not huddle in the corner. Leaning your back against the wall did not mean safety, but more like a psychological manifestation of feeling insecure.

The atmosphere was a bit silent at first, and there was nothing else in the room except Jessica's howling voice. The survivors only exchanged cautious glances with each other.

But as the hot pot that Deathstroke took out began to steam and the spicy and delicious smell spread, their actions finally complied with the ultimate law of the universe.

So delicious.

Apart from anything else, the psychological quality of these forensic doctors is indeed excellent. It is very lively to fight for food in the morgue.

When people are afraid, the glands in the body will secrete adrenaline to increase the body's reaction speed, but this is only a short-term effect. Once the energy is over, fatigue will come back.

The way to deal with fatigue is either to sleep or to eat. Sometimes humans are actually quite simple.

Now Deathstroke provided some instant hot pot and instant noodles, which instantly broke through their psychological defenses and controlled them.

As for what's the use of doing this?

In fact, it's of no use at the moment. Su Ming just habitually controls others. It's an occupational disease. If he comes here for business next time, wouldn't he have some acquaintances?

"By the way, you look familiar to me." Su Ming sat at a table nearby, waiting for Jessica. When he was bored, he chatted with the survivors who were eating. He saw a bald middle-aged man who looked a bit familiar.

His blond hair was a little curly, and he was even more bald than Colson on his forehead.

The forensic doctor who was eating frozen tofu nodded. He blew on the ingredients in the beaker and replied: "Actually, my great-grandfather also worked here. You once knocked him out. He was bragging about this to my father until he died. , said he was hit on the back of the head by you."

"So that's it, the coroner back then was your great-grandfather? This is really amazing." Su Ming smiled, and made a chirping sound behind the black and yellow mask: "I've heard that the career of an embalmer is often passed down from family to family. , you didn’t expect the forensic doctor to be the same?”

The bald doctor smiled politely and took a mouthful of instant noodles with a plastic fork. This is probably what the saying goes, 'you have food in your belly and don't panic in your heart'.

"Actually, I also treat living people. Helping the forensic center to perform autopsies is just an extra job to earn more money." He chewed the noodles quickly like a beaver: "I work at New York-Presbyterian Hospital. I am a neurologist. Surgeon."

"Surgery of Neurosurgery, Presbyterian Hospital, are you Nick Demerth West?" Su Ming raised an eyebrow.

The middle-aged man nodded, with a puzzled look on his face: "Yes, have you heard of me?"

"I know Dr. Strange. You performed the rescue operation on his hand." Deathstroke took out some more soda drinks and placed them on the table aside for the survivors to take.

When Stephen was mentioned, Dr. West's face became a little unnatural. He smiled awkwardly and rubbed his white coat vigorously.

"Yes, I performed the surgery. His car accident was too serious at the time. I could only save his hands from amputation, but I couldn't completely cure him. Although he was arrogant and arrogant, he lost his excellent surgical skills. Doctors are a loss to the medical community.”

"It's not your fault. On the contrary, you have tried your best. Here, I'll add an egg to you."

Su Ming smiled and threw him a small vacuum packaging bag, which contained ordinary braised eggs.

Dr. West has always been suppressed by Strange in the past, but that doesn't mean he is a quack or something.

On the contrary, his skills were very good, otherwise he would not have been able to join a place like Presbyterian Hospital. What's more, he ignored the past grievances and tried his best to save Strange, who usually had his nostrils turned upward. There was no problem with his character.

He is considered a qualified doctor and deserves a braised egg as a reward.

As expected, Dr. West was flattered. Just one shot of the butt of his great-grandfather's gun by the death knell would last him a lifetime. What about the braised eggs he received as a reward from the death knell?

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"Thank you." He did not tear open the package of the braised egg, but carefully put it away, and then asked: "Then a capable person like you should be well-informed, right? Do you know how Dr. Strange is doing lately? Already? I haven’t seen him for a long time, and even Nurse Delin can’t contact him.”

"He? He has a wonderful life now. He smokes, drinks, perms his hair, eats a lot of meat, drinks tea and grows flowers. He no longer has to worry about money, and he smiles every day."

Dr. West's expression became sad. He closed his eyes and shook his head: "He is dead, right? It sounds like he is living a good life in heaven. Thank you for your comfort."

Su Ming waved his hand, crossed one leg on the table and sat sideways: "When did I say he was dead? He just traveled abroad."

"Huh? That's it, that's good."

The doctor scratched his head and smiled sheepishly:

"Then if you can see him, help me tell him to contact Nurse Delin, she is going crazy."

"Nurse Delin? I will tell him." Deathstroke thought for a while and took out a talisman from his pocket: "After you go to work normally in a few days, teach her this and call her Stellan. It was given by the Chito people, do you understand?"

"What's this?"

West took what looked like a piece of bone from an unknown creature.

"Secret, just treat it as a travel souvenir."

Deathstroke chuckled again, as if he had thought of another plan.

The doctor knew that Deathstroke didn't want to talk, so he stopped asking and just concentrated on eating.

After a while, Su Ming spoke again: "Have you eaten enough? If so, stand behind me. The wall over there may collapse."

West looked at the snow-white wall on the other side. There were no cracks there, and there was no sign of collapse at all. He said, "This is impossible, isn't it? It's so strong."

"boom!!!"

Before he could finish speaking, a large hole opened in the wall along with strong air currents and flying debris.

In the midst of the smoke and dust, a red and black figure staggered across the ruins and made a mean cry:

"Dear passengers, please note that the train has arrived at the morgue station. Passengers getting off the train are asked not to crowd. Passengers getting on the train should hold their seats firmly. The next stop is who knows where!"