The Death Knell

The next second it left, the prison door opened again, and Batman hurriedly walked into the prison from the dark corridor, dragging his black cloak, like a dark cloud floating in the night.

He first looked at the clown in the cell, then began to inspect the ash pile in the hall, then straightened up and remained silent.

"Bruce, you called me?"

A red and blue figure appeared behind him, and Superman arrived after a long journey.

He was originally cleaning up some problems left by Laughter on the other side of the world, but he heard Batman's call and hurried back.

"Something bad happened. We lost sixty defense robots, the Joker died, and Red Tornado also died." Batman spoke concisely and directly explained the situation. He did not say his own analysis, but wanted to hear from Superman. the opinion of.

What can Superman think? As long as Batman is around, everyone else will give up thinking as usual.

He was silent for a few seconds, sniffing hard, but couldn't smell anything, and he wasn't very sad.

Because Red Tornado is a robot and its body is regenerable, as long as the program backup in the base is still there, this is not the end.

As for the death of one of the Jokers... Clark didn't know what expression to make. He couldn't understand the strange relationship between Batman and the Joker. Naturally, he didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or let his teammates express their condolences.

So he abruptly changed the subject:

"Uh, do you know who did it? Deathstroke?"

Superman was just guessing, because Batman kept staring at him silently, demanding an answer.

There was no other way. Bruce had previously said he was looking for Deathstroke. After returning, he locked himself in the command hall without saying a word for several hours. Superman could only guess that Deathstroke was responsible for the murder under his nose.

"It's not him. He doesn't have time ability on our Earth 0."

Batman gave up. He knew better than to place any hope on Superman's reasoning. He took out a Battablet from his belt and started working on it.

Replay surveillance footage from prison.

However, something strange happened. One second in the video, the clown was still laughing strangely in the cell, and the next second, there was a scene of a red tornado rushing in.

There is no problem with the continuity of the video, the time and every frame of the picture are correct, but there is no sign of any intruders, only the red tornadoes and their self-annihilation can be seen.

It's as if time has been suspended and the murder occurred in that time stream...

Batman in the shadow looked at the Joker's ashes, the corners of his mouth curved down, showing a classic expression of doubt.

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"This is the fourth informant." J wiped the green slime on his black suit with a look of disgust on his face. His partner was still the same, always blowing off other people's heads if they didn't agree with each other, although some aliens can also blow off their heads. It's not dead, but it looks disgusting.

No one wants to be splashed with green brains, but Agent Su and Agent He seemed to have known K's habits for a long time. They stayed away from the interrogation scene at the critical moment, still looking like the same fluttering white clothes.

K started the car and hit the road again. As he turned the steering wheel, he said nonchalantly to J: "Now we know he is telling the truth. It is true that no space assassins have arrived on the earth recently, so we only need to screen those who have entered the country earlier." enough."

"Great, the number of suspects has been reduced from 40 trillion to 3 billion." The complaining black agent rolled down the window glass and threw the napkin out of the window...

The car was driving fast, and the wind was naturally relatively flowing, so the sticky paper flew back out of the window and stuck to J's face with a 'pop' sound. Thin jelly-like mucus flowed along the black skin. .

The agile J grabbed the paper, spitting and waving it out the window, but the paper couldn't be shaken off. He immediately acted out the classic scene in "Water Lotus" and competed with a piece of paper.

"Don't move around. The brains of Pipis people will only become brittle as the time they are in contact with the air increases. Just wait for a while." K glared at his partner and asked him to calm down for a while. He was anxious now. It's no use either.

"That's because it's not you who gets the brain matter. It's like this every time. You blow up some alien, but the mucus and the like just fall on me. Why are you okay even though you're the closest?"

The poor black agent put his dirty paper-stained hands out the window to speed up the air circulation.

"This is experience." K's lips curled up, then he looked in the rearview mirror and got down to business: "Agent Su, have you discovered anything?"

"Your informants are telling the truth. They really don't know anything." Su Ming leaned on the back seat, holding a bucket of popcorn from nowhere in his hand and eating it with his apprentice: " Although it’s discouraging to say this, I’m afraid we can only wait for the second scene to appear.”

"..."

K shook his head silently. As a man in black, he could not allow himself to think like this.

Whenever there is a murder case, you must try your best to solve the case instead of waiting for a new scene and new information.

Although we have to stand from a human standpoint, the lives of aliens are also lives. Many aliens who immigrate to the earth are refugees, and they are just pitiful people.

However, many times facts will not be changed by human will. Just when K was driving back to the headquarters in silence, his communicator rang again.

The code name was red again, and his face darkened visibly. Even J, who was always playing tricks, did not provoke his partner at this time. He silently rubbed his hand on the outside of the car door and asked in a low voice:

"Where is it this time?"

"In New Jersey's Long Rock Creek, one of the sources of the Hudson River, a fisherman discovered the body of an alien and called the police. We have to rush there." K drove the car into an alley and pressed the button Press the big red button on the center console.

The vehicle changed its appearance amidst a burst of metal collisions. A huge propeller protruded from the rear of the vehicle, and small fixed wings protruded from under the doors on both sides. Then it activated its optical camouflage and soared into the sky.

A few minutes later, the four arrived at the location of the reporter. Because they intercepted the alarm call, K and J played the role of police officers this time.

One person fools several anglers and extracts information from them, while the other checks their phones to make sure no footage has been captured or sent online.

A few Yankee rednecks wearing fishing vests and red hats still shouted that they had the right to know, saying that they should make a fortune if they discovered the aliens who fell into the stream. But after a while, those memories were erased by a burst of white light.

"You broke into the filming set of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind 2". As long as you leave quickly now, the director team will not consider prosecuting you." J put away the memory eraser and took off his sunglasses: "Also, next time Don’t come to such a remote place for your first fishing trip.”