The Death Knell

Sure enough, as long as there is a city where humans live, there will always be sewers. The only difference is whether they are clean and luxurious.

Unfortunately, the sewers in this underground refuge city also maintain the nostalgic flavor of the 1950s, but the occasional lighting fixtures are driven by transparent crystals.

"Well, it turns out that's the case. It's only natural."

During the flight in the cloak, Deathstroke held a torn manual he picked up from an unknown corpse in his hand, nodding repeatedly while reading it.

"what happened again?"

Bobo was obviously much more comfortable after getting rid of the disguise of the human thug. He was sitting at the end of the flying carpet and smoking a pipe. The smell of the sewer was still a bit irritating to him, so he needed to cover it with other smells.

Orangutans have three times as many olfactory cells as humans, which can sometimes be a weakness.

Su Ming raised the small book in his hand, pointed to the blood-stained page and said to the orangutan: "Do you still remember that strange flower that almost ate your face?"

"Don't mention it, I'm afraid that damn thing has already topped the list of my most disgusted plants, and will often appear in my nightmares in the future, especially those purple mucus, so thick, and smelly... ..."

Bobo's fur face wrinkled into a ball, he was very disgusted with that thing.

"According to a survey, men generally dislike having sticky liquids on their faces, while women, on the contrary, are willing to accept some sticky liquids being smeared on their body surfaces."

When the position was almost reached, Su Ming lit a cigarette, jumped off the cloak, and threw the pamphlet to the orangutan.

This area is not like a sewer, but more like a waterway transportation network connected to the sewer. The underground river is very wide, and there is this flat ground and lighting around it.

It just seemed like no one had been here for a long time, and there was thick dust on the ground.

Harley rolled her eyes and covered the raven's ears when she got off the flying carpet, because she felt that what Deathstroke said was not suitable for a little girl to listen to.

Unexpectedly, the orangutan was very calm. He flipped through the manual and nodded: "Yes, I also know about this survey. It is Chanel's 1983 survey feedback on cosmetic users. Women are more willing to accept oil-based facial creams. Thick liquid."

After saying that, he gave Harley a strange look when he got off the flying carpet, because the crazy woman covered the raven's ears and didn't say anything. She hugged the girl tightly in her arms and let her feet off the ground, thinking The look of killing her.

Hearing this statement, Harley's face looked very embarrassed. She put down the raven, turned around and whistled, and quickly caught up with the death knell in front.

She thought wrongly and thought she was talking about cream! Okay, this is also a pun about cream.

"In short, that plant is indeed one of the high-end ingredients in the underground city. It is a combination of mushrooms and an insect with a 'mysterious power'. Only those who go out to explore or engage in official duties can eat it."

Su Ming continued to talk to Bobo, pointing to the booklet:

"It can provide both dietary fiber and a large amount of protein. According to the instruction manual found on those people, it can be stored for a long time after preparation and provide enough calories in the ice and snow."

Bobo put away the booklet. There was indeed some information in the book he got from the previous action team: "Why are you telling me this? They don't seem to be directly related to our current mission."

"Mushrooms can actually make wine. I have a kobold technology from Azeroth. So I want to say, do you want to do this business in your Forgotten Bar? I will arrange for people to cultivate this Cordyceps mushroom to make wine. You can do it. Responsible for distribution, think about it, this is the exclusive business within Duoyuan 1, as long as we can monopolize this plant."

Deathstroke pulled out the God Killer and looked down at a heavy door in front of him. The raven nodded to him, indicating that the Advent spell's call to the soul was not far behind this door.

At this time, the area where the few people are located is deeper under the underground city. There is the kind of rail used by small trains under this door. It must be either the feed entrance or the waste outlet. It seems that the branch of the sewer where the few people landed just now is It's a small pier.

This design reminded Su Ming of the time when he brewed private liquor in the sewers.

"We can talk about this later. Anyway, just don't let me drink it. Even if I, Bobo, fall into the sewage and drown, or die of thirst in the Sahara Desert, I won't be able to drink something brewed by this kind of bug mushroom."

Bobo expressed his position with a serious face.

Su Ming said nothing more, just showed a mysterious smile.

The black and yellow armor twisted to replace the original long windbreaker on his body, and the diamond-shaped red eyepiece suddenly lit up in the darkness.

The electricity on the God Killer surged, golden light shone in all directions, and along with the howling wind, it struck the door, instantly creating an X-letter shape.

Bumping his shoulder into the breach, Su Ming had already penetrated into the mysterious area, and the sound of the door being broken came from behind even after he stood firm.

On the other side of the door is an open hall, and there is no living thing, at least there is no smell of strangulation.

There are some electric coffin-like boxes piled here, which are sealed tightly.

If it were a warehouse, it would be too luxuriously decorated, and if it were a ceremony place, it wouldn't even have lighting equipment.

In other directions of the room, there are three different doors, leading to different directions.

Su Ming guarded one door by himself, and asked Strangler and Cloak to guard the other two entrances respectively. Then he raised his chin at Bobo:

"You guys search here, be careful."

"It looks like a monumental morgue." The orangutan detective walked on the cold ground, and the smooth metal floor looked like it was made of ice: "Harry, come here and help me."

After all, he was just a chimpanzee. Not to mention his small size, he didn't have much advantage in terms of strength. The metal boxes stacked together looked like a hill to him.

"Coming, coming!" Harley ran over with a smile. She took out the power warhammer from her small waist bag: "Knock where?"

The small space bag given to her by Deathstroke was carefully decorated with various rhinestones on it, and now it looks very beautiful.

"No need to smash things, open a box for me and let's see what's inside." Bobo also took out the night blade from his pocket. The difference was that he took a few steps back and gave up his human shield position to the woman.

When Harry heard that it was not sabotage, Harry suddenly became uninterested, but who said this was to protect Earth 0? She wants to be a good person.

Besides, fun doesn’t just come by itself, it has to be found with care.

Climbing up the pile of boxes in the warehouse, she picked one that looked more pleasing to the eye. Although they were all large white boxes, she just liked the fact that she had a choice.

He raised his war hammer and struck the lock on the lid a few times. With a crisp sound, the lid deformed and flew off.

There was no special movement, and there was nothing except a cold air accompanied by white mist. Bobo curiously poked his head inside and looked inside...

"As expected, it's still a corpse, but it's still an alien's."