The Death Knell

What followed was a long wait. They arrived early, and many people on the list had not arrived yet. Only the organizer and a few fast-moving guests were walking around on the boat, drinking, talking and laughing.

Only then did Su Ming see the entire underground lake. To be honest, the lake was not very big. It was barely big enough for a ten-meter-long yacht to circle around in it. The shore of the lake below the cliffs was covered with messy gravel beaches, and those black The stone glowed strangely.

"What does he look like to you?"

Lying on the flying carpet, lurking in the darkness, Bobo whispered to the death knell beside him. His black fur paw pointed at the clown who was toasting and drinking on the back deck of the yacht.

The green-haired madman was wearing a classic purple suit and overalls. He was holding a wine glass in one hand, and in the other hand... he was holding a small sparkling thing that looked like a spoon, laughing and talking to others.

"You asked 'what does he look like' instead of 'what is he', which means you agree that he is a clown." Su Ming also cast his gaze downward from the edge of the cloak, and he answered Bobo's question: " To me, he looks like a pretentious children's show host, and if you listen carefully to the tone of his voice, it's as if these partygoers are children to him and he's getting ready to take them to summer camp."

Deathstroke is right. The clown's voice rises at the end of each sentence and he likes to talk to the "spoon doll" in his hand. This is in line with the performance form of some old-fashioned children's shows.

A few decades ago, there were no special effects in film and television, and the number of cartoons was limited. Many TV stations' children's programs just had someone dress up as a bright clown, put a plush doll on one of his hands, and let him perform in front of the camera. ventriloquism with dolls.

The doll pretends to be stupid and the clown complains. The roles of the two are often interchanged and are not fixed, but in the end they are talking about some big principles or scientific common sense.

Of course, there is no market for this kind of program in Gotham. Both adults and children know the truth simply - if Gotham wants you to die, then you will definitely die. Nothing you learn is as useful as exercising and shooting.

They would laugh at people dressed as clowns on TV shows, but no one wanted to actually become a clown and become the laughing stock until that pale man with a big smile appeared and brought a smile to the city.

Having said that, there are always Batman and the Joker on the big stage in Gotham, so who is playing the fool? Who is responsible for complaining?

"Although I don't want to admit it, I'm afraid the clown is really resurrected." Bobo sighed, put his paws under his chin, and slowly turned his head: "Although there are many things that are different from the past, he gives People feel the same, and when you see him, you know he is the real deal.”

"It doesn't matter whether he is a real clown or not. The key reason why we are here is to know what he plans to do when he pulls up the team." Deathstroke put his hand on Bobo's back and patted it gently like a cat: "What if If he can really lead a large group of people to dig deep into the ground to find trouble with the Laughing Bat, then I will naturally be very happy."

Bobo shuddered and twisted a few times to get rid of Deathstroke's clutches. He said, "But you're just afraid of alerting the enemy and destroying the stage of the decisive battle, right?"

"You are right. The city of Gotham is different. More than half of the buildings were mixed with amber gold during construction. The powerful and dark vitality flows in this city." Su Ming slowly said Exhaling a breath, he retracted his palm: "Barbatos once stood the cosmic tuning fork here to trigger the fusion of diversity. This is not a random place. The Laughing Bat knows something that I don't know."

"Maybe Batman knows too." Harley said suddenly, acting very quiet.

Bobo shook his head, and he also pressed his hat and retracted from the edge of the flying carpet: "That can't be helped, because he is Batman, and even if he knows something, he will not share it with us."

"They won't share it with me, and Clark or Diana still have hope." Su Ming corrected the orangutan's statement, and he showed a faint smile: "If I guessed correctly, Batman should have removed Diana from the game. Pulke fished it out and inevitably let her know something."

"What do you mean?" The orangutan scratched his head.

Deathstroke didn't mean to elaborate any more, and just replied: "He thought he had predicted my prediction of Diana, but he didn't expect that I had actually predicted his prediction a long time ago. This time I won the bat again." Half a move, just like the last time I got the command of Zhenglian."

"I understand, you mean that this time the Upside Down was used by Batman?" Bobo crossed his short legs, sat up straight with an old-fashioned look, and hit his palm with his fist: "Darkness, both of you are It’s too dark.”

"Not sure yet, but if we receive news from the adjutant after we get out of the sewer, it means my guess is right." Deathstroke sat on the cloak, took out a bottle of wine and took a sip.

Harley raised her hand and touched the bridge of her nose: "But how can you be sure that these are not part of Batman's plan?"

"Because Batman is not my enemy. The competition between us is more like a friendly discussion. The main purpose is to join forces to surprise the Laughing Bat. Do you understand?"

Deathstroke said as he smiled and handed Harley a lollipop, but the woman politely refused. She was not used to eating in the sewers.

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About an hour later, almost everyone arrived.

The clown, who was surrounded by "stars", looked at little James who had just arrived, smiled, raised the wine glass in his hand, and tapped the poor glass with a spoon. The glass made a crackling sound that attracted everyone's attention.

"Haha! Welcome everyone to the party I prepared for you. Many people are curious as to why I summoned everyone here and acted so mysteriously." The clown threw away the broken cup and took out several dolphin photo albums from his arms to expose them. The wolf paid the balance, then jumped on the table and talked: "Of course there is something great! Oh hoohoo! A great thing that will allow me to take control of Gotham!"

"This is not good for us, clown." A strong man with a lightning pattern on his chest stood out from the crowd and crossed his arms: "At least I have no interest in this stinking puddle of Gotham. What I need is more Real benefits, benefits that can help our country and people."

"Oh, no, no, no, dear Adam, the king who is dedicated to the people, please listen to my explanation." The clown pretended to be scared, but then he was uncontrollably amused by himself: "Everyone will get What you want is the meaning of cooperation. If you don’t believe me, ask Mr. Spoon. I can always make people smile with joy. In this way, I will first pay some deposits for your help. See the red water under our boat. Yet?"

"What else could it be besides sewage?" the mind pirate asked cooperatively.

"Oh, that's a good question, everyone is welcome. Give him a little red flower." The clown smiled and applauded, then sat down on the table, leisurely crossed his legs and raised his long head. The leather shoes started to sway: "Then, do any of you know why I can't die no matter how hard I am? Will I be able to recover no matter how serious the injury is?... No one answered. So, has anyone heard of the fairy tale about the ten metals? "

Naturally, some people have heard of it, and some don’t know it.

But as soon as the clown finished speaking, many hidden eyes fell on the red water, and the atmosphere became very subtle for a while.