The Death Knell

"Ah Qiu!"

Holding an alien spaceship in both hands, Daisy, who was all wet, sneezed. She took one hand to rub her nose with a puzzled look on her face.

When I was holding the hammer, I had the physical fitness of an Asgardian. Logically speaking, I wouldn't catch a cold at all. Tonight, I just dived under the reservoir and fished out a spaceship. Why did I sneeze?

Is there someone speaking ill of me behind my back?

But it doesn't make sense. Even if I killed a few aliens recently, their families probably wouldn't know.

Landing slowly on the edge of the reservoir, she twisted the heavy cloak with her backhand. The water flowed onto the dead leaves on the ground. She looked up at the moon again.

"It's strange. Could it be that Caroline is talking bad about me to Han?" She tilted her lips, then shook her head and said to herself: "No, if that happens, Cosmo will definitely notify me."

In an apartment in Queens, New York City, a big dog lying in a rocket-shaped kennel suddenly sneezed. It opened its eyes in confusion, looked around, and then lay back down after finding that there was nothing wrong.

'It must be Howard's damn duck talking bad about me. ’

It thought this, and caused some animal in another place to sneeze too.

Looking at the reservoir, Daisy, who was thinking without results, decided not to think so much. She took off her meow hammer and held it in her hand. She walked to the spacecraft and gently tapped the outside of the cab with the hammer handle.

"Is there anyone alive inside?"

She listened carefully and found that there was no answer to the English question. Then she switched to the Shia language and asked the same question again.

The Shi'ar Empire is one of the three major empires in the universe. Any alien with a cosmic translator can understand the bird calls in the Shi'ar language.

quiet......

Her pretty eyebrows wrinkled, and a doubtful look flashed in her big eyes.

Logically speaking, if the spacecraft crashes in the water, the aliens will generally not drown. After all, space suits can survive underwater, and the spacecraft is well sealed, and it does not look like it leaked due to the crash.

Under the bright moonlight, she walked around the spacecraft, checked up and down, and finally found the location of the hatch underneath the spacecraft.

The hatch was tightly sealed, showing the superb craftsmanship of the manufacturer. The entire spacecraft looked like a single droplet, but that didn't matter.

"boom!"

Then she knocked on it with a hammer. As the lightning spread along the water stains on the ground, the poor gate was completely deformed and twisted, revealing a gap that could be grasped.

The female Thor was ready for battle, pulled open the gate, jumped, and slipped into the spaceship.

She rolled in the corridor deck to relieve her pressure, then raised her weapon and stood up in a defensive posture. The movements were standard death knell styles, which she had learned.

But then she was confused by what she saw.

The spacecraft was filled with all kinds of flowers and alien plants, at least the kind she had never seen before, and these bouquets filled the corridors and led directly to the door of the cab.

The cab door was open and no one was inside.

This is a small spaceship, not even a gunboat by Shia standards, but a private yacht.

She walked into the small cab, looked around, and found that in addition to flowers, there were many hand-woven trinkets on the console, like statues of gods.

At this point, she knew something. When Daisy drove by herself, she also placed a Captain America bobblehead doll under the windshield of the cab, purely as a good luck charm.

Since aliens also have these decorations, it means that they should be a rational and intelligent race, not some alien lunatics.

Speaking of alien lunatics, she captured a spaceship two days ago. The aliens inside looked like cooked cockroaches. The spacecraft was full of the remains and flesh of various animals, and the walls were covered with various things. A bloody weapon.

Anyway, the gang was saved within a few hammer blows, and the spaceship and bodies were left to Tony to deal with.

The mustache, like other scientists, is a bit perverted. He insists on dissecting aliens, saying that he wants to build some kind of anti-Zerg suit and needs information on alien creatures.

The female Thor was silent for a while. The moonlight shone on her through the front window. The deep lake surface of the reservoir nearby looked pitch black, and the chirping of insects not far away was even more permeable.

First, he sat in the driver's seat, put his back against the backrest, stretched his arms to grab the joystick, and then stretched his legs to step on the deck under his feet.

"Well, I'm 1.75 meters tall. If I'm tied to a chair with a seat belt but can't reach the joystick and my feet can't touch the ground, this alien should be a big guy over two meters tall."

She took out a small notebook from the silk bag at her waist and wrote down the clues she had deduced while mumbling something.

"The spacecraft is filled with a lot of flowers and souvenirs. If we rule out the fact that the other party feeds on flowers, it means that it is not a refugee, because it obviously means being 'farewelled'."

"The co-pilot's seat belt is also open, indicating that there are at least two people. Looking at the adjustment of the seat angle, the alien in the co-pilot is obviously thin."

"No weapons were found inside the spacecraft, but there were empty hooks on the walls. Maybe a rifle or an energy spear? It was taken away."

"The system... I can't understand the language in this driving system, and the translator is ineffective. The civilization where this alien belongs may be very remote and self-isolated."

"The other party is breathing air. I don't smell any body odor. They may be very clean, or they may believe in some religion with clean doctrines."

...

Imitating Deathstroke's reasoning method, Daisy is now like a detective possessed by the soul. She is not fighting alone, she is not alone!

In the end, the small notebook was densely filled with various clues, and then she also bent the corners of her mouth downwards and started brainstorming.

Although she didn't know why curling her lips helped her think, it was just what Deathstroke did, so she copied it all. Now all that was left was to deduce where the other person had gone.

This is New Jersey. Except for this mountain reservoir, there are large areas of farmland growing wheat and corn. If you follow the highway towards New York, you may encounter a few small towns?

The other party should be entering the city, right? After all, the environment in the city is more complex, making it easier to hide or obtain intelligence.

This is easy to handle. Even if the other party looks exactly like a human, or has some technology that can disguise it as a human, such a large body is still very conspicuous even among the crowds in the city, let alone the surrounding towns. .

Someone must have seen them and remembered them. As long as they catch these two aliens, they will protect the earth again this time.

Daisy closed the small book happily, lifted it up after stepping out of the spacecraft, hammered a few times to create a big hole, put the spacecraft in, and then hid it temporarily like a dog burying a bone.

Under the charming night full of silver light, the female Thor raised the silver hammer in her hand and flew along the road to the nearest town.