The Death Knell

The three of them observed the situation in the city on the rooftop. As we all know, the angels are crazy now, and it's unclear what changes will occur in Los Angeles.

But after drinking and chatting for more than ten minutes, Su Ming studied the comprehensive results with his adjutant and found that the city was still running very stably. There were not many crazy demons hunting on the streets, and there were no crazy angels coming down to force them. Take people away to serve God.

Everything was operating according to the previous rules, and it seemed that McGeeken still maintained good control over the demons.

"Okay, let's go to the next place."

Su Ming picked up Harley, and the little psycho happily put his head on his shoulder, but before he could enjoy it for a few seconds, he had already reached the other side of the city.

This is a dilapidated small building with no doorman or property management, and the wooden floor underfoot is squeaking with age.

Su Ming's goal was an office on the second floor.

"There's no one inside." Superboy activated his superpower, and he could see the situation in the room: "It's full of empty wine bottles and takeout boxes. It seems like no one has been here for a long time."

"Strangle, unlock." Letting the symbiote flow in from the keyhole, Su Ming turned to Superboy and said, "Yes, this is Alberta's office. I hired her to find Lucifer and Sandman a few months ago. As a result, she never came back, so now I’m going to see if she collected any clues before she set off.”

Superboy flipped up his long shawl hair and nodded: "I'll help you find it. No matter what she hides, I can find it."

With a click, the door opened, and a smell of dust mixed with rot rushed in.

Harley, who always smelled good, covered her nose and told a joke in a muffled voice: "She may have hidden corpses at home, and those corpses have been mummified. We just inhaled the corpse powder! Wait, maybe I can How about inventing a new word, corpse?”

"No, it's actually just dried and spoiled Thai food. She never cleans the room, so every time Lucifer comes to see her, she has nowhere to sit and has to help her clean up first." Su Ming explained that the strangulation had already Smell out the ingredients in the air.

"Well, what a smart woman."

Hearing what Deathstroke said, Harley had an expression of appreciation on her face and nodded her head repeatedly, because she herself was like this and never tidied her room.

In this way, every time Xiaohong comes to play with him, he will help clean up. Why waste your time when you can do something for others?

This is time management.

"But Thai food is still not very delicious. There may be something wrong with the witch's aesthetics. She is definitely not as cute as me."

Harley shook her head and added that she prefers American food, such as hamburgers, hot dogs, cakes and the like.

Deathstroke walked into the room and turned on the light switch next to the door. This place was both an office and a witch's home. It could be said that it was as messy as a closed fast food restaurant.

He was not a part-time cleaner, he was here to look for clues. He stepped over the garbage blocking the door and strode into the living room.

I casually pushed a few boxes of leftover food aside on the table. The food inside had completely rotted and decomposed, leaving only countless empty fly pupa shells.

"She is an alcoholic and a chain smoker like Constantine. What do you tell someone like her about her sense of taste?" Su Ming took out a few pieces of paper from under a pile of garbage and shook the stains on them: "She is about to lose her sense of smell. The nerve cells are paralyzed... Here is a picture, come and take a look."

This was an ordinary piece of A4 paper. The reason Su Ming noticed it was because there was no printer or fax machine in Alberta.

The sorcerer had no use for those things, and she had no money to buy them.

There are a lot of stains on this paper. It looks like coffee stains, wine stains, Thai Tom Yum soup, and a lot of dried viscous liquid, maybe vomit? Coupled with the messy lines and code-like self-made symbols, this is definitely a work of surrealism.

But this is not a problem. Superboy is here, and his clairvoyance ability can directly see the handwriting on the bottom layer of the paper without damaging the paper.

This piece of paper is like an oil painting, made up of stains painted layer by layer, but in Superman's eyes, he can see whichever layer he wants.

On the other hand, judging from the few exposed handwritings, Alberta must have been drunk when she wrote this piece of paper. Harley was able to use psychological analysis to infer what the drunkard wanted to write at that time, because some mental patients There are also symptoms similar to being permanently drunk.

Superboy took the paper, glanced at it, and frowned: "I can't understand the symbols she drew. There are also many phrases that are suspected of being slang in the magic world. I can only draw a new one based on it."

"Then I'll trouble you." Su Ming took out the paper and pen he usually used to write contracts directly from his pocket. He was already prepared.

Superboy was very happy with his work. If he had brought Clark, who was originally from Earth 0, he would still be arguing about whether to break into people's houses privately, which would involve a lot of legal and moral issues.

Within three seconds, Superboy completed the work. He was originally an avid fan of comics, and he was particularly good at drawing fans.

The copied ghost talisman pattern was handed to Harley, who had been standing on tiptoes to see it. She took out a pair of golden eyes from her jacket pocket, put it on the bridge of her small nose and pushed it, instantly entering a professional state. .

"Well, well, hey..."

While watching, she nodded repeatedly, as if she had understood something.

"What did you find?"

Superboy asked curiously, because he didn't see anything.

Even if Deathstroke hadn't asked him to draw it, he would have thought it was a meaningless graffiti.

The psychiatrist pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose again, and the two lenses flashed. She said, "I'm sure. This lady should be hospitalized immediately. I can arrange a bed for her in Arkham."

Su Ming held a cigarette in his mouth, lit it and took a puff:

"All wizards have psychological problems to some extent. She was used by her parents as a money-making beauty pageant tool since she was a child. Later, she ran away from home and became addicted to various narcotics. After learning magic, she dealt with all kinds of demons. You just need to Tell her that the information in that area of ​​the paper is the most important to you, and I will do the task of translating the ghost talismans."

"Teamwork? It reminds me of the babies in Birds of Prey ."

Harry smiled and blinked, put the paper on the table, and seemed to point to a corner of it casually:

"According to my feeling, the symbols and secret words in this corner should be the conclusion. If Superman completely imitated her handwriting when she wrote this paper again, then you should notice that there are many pauses that should not be there, She stopped writing very carefully."

"Oh? I can guarantee this. When I copied it, I even used the same strength as when she wrote it." Superboy became more interested and rubbed his chin: "Then what do you think it will be written on? "

Harley took off her glasses and shrugged: "If I had to guess, this is a suicide note... I'm just kidding, her words are full of chaos and madness. Such people don't want to die. Just like me, although sometimes I suddenly feel sad, I still have to live strong."

"So?" Su Ming touched her head.

"So I guess this is a map, a map hidden with words and symbols, and a backhand left by the witch." Harley grinned and laughed silently.