The Death Knell

After retrieving Harley who was visiting the Hall of Justice Museum, the group went to the underground confinement room area. Su Ming decided to use Lin En instead of Raven as the spellcaster in the team. Of course, he had his own considerations.

If you want to see the Skeleton King, you have to go to Etania. The magic system there is very special and only the indigenous people can play it.

Moreover, Witch Lynn is still being hunted by her ex-boyfriend. The specific reason is unknown, but it would be good to keep her around as bait.

Everywhere in the Hall of Justice was brightly lit, even the guest rooms used for house arrest. There was no smell of a dark prison at all. When I saw the witch, she was fast asleep on her little bed.

"Ah, I like this sister, she looks heartless."

Harry, who was holding Diana in his arms, laughed. Although he didn't know the circumstances under which this witch was imprisoned, her mentality was obviously good.

Ordinary people would be a little frightened when they enter a strange world and are locked up by the aboriginal people in a prison with transparent walls as an exhibition animal, right?

But Linn didn't. She slept soundly, as if she felt relieved after coming here.

She can be sure that she is safe here, so she must know what Zhenglian's style is, so what is the message channel to another multiverse?

Although Harley was smiling, her mind was not idle at all. She quickly discovered a bright spot.

But she just didn't say it.

Because it's not necessary, Deathstroke and the little gorilla must have thought of it.

"Let's put aside the unclear position. At least I admire her courage. After all, anyone who takes the initiative to seek help from John Constantine is almost seeking death." Wonder Woman, whose arm was held by Harley, also nodded in agreement. Reach out to the terminal nearby to verify your identity and use it to open the door to the house arrest room.

The transparent glass wall rises toward the ceiling, and the room is connected to the corridor again, and the white light seems to be brighter.

But Su Ming didn't rush into the room, and also grabbed the little gorilla who was about to jump into the room: "Wait a minute, Constantine left something here."

As he spoke, he took out a folding stool from his pocket and broke off one leg of the stool.

The orangutan blinked and tilted his head in confusion: "Why do you go out with a folding stool?"

"As a professional mercenary, there's nothing wrong with carrying the 'Murderous Weapon Overlord' with you, right?" Su Ming answered him while using the legs of the stool he broke off to pull away some inconspicuous marks on the ground: "Folding stools like this Although the weapon looks inconspicuous, as long as you use the appropriate usage skills, you can kill people in seconds, and you only need to open it and sit on it, and you can perfectly integrate into the market."

There were some black lines on the ground. At first glance, they looked like the traces of phlegm applied by the sweeping robot, but the cloak felt the magic fluctuations. This was another small magic left by Zarkon.

"What an amazing oriental street weapon!" Bobo performed the classic "vomit after eating" baggage, and his eyes rolled back: "You obviously have the God Killer that can be transformed into ever-changing forms, so why do you need a folding stool? "

"Sometimes you always encounter some dirty things that make you not want to use your favorite weapon to chop them." Su Ming destroyed the metal floor on which the magic circle existed, messing up the inconspicuous black lines: "Just like Now, you can’t let me use the artifact to stir up John’s phlegm, can you?”

"Is this a mouthful of phlegm that has been wiped away?" Bobo showed a disgusted expression. He hated people who spit everywhere without wearing shoes: "He is getting more and more disgusting. Is it a big deal to cough up blood due to lung cancer?" ? Just like a wild dog that follows the ground to urinate and defecate."

"You're right." Diana also touched the monkey's head. I wonder if she was agreeing with what Bobo said. Is it the medium of these spell-casting materials? Or is it the metaphor of the wild dog?

Su Ming threw away the iron pipe in his hand and stepped into the room: "He also brought an angel to the Hall of Justice. The cloak felt a human-shaped light ball existing in his spiritual field of vision."

"That's right, Gabriel is underground at the headquarters of the Dark Zhenglian. He is in a bad state." Diana thought for a moment and found a fairly suitable adjective.

Because that angel was so depraved that he actually wanted to have a physical relationship with a man-bat.

"The four former angels were all mentally ill. It's best for Ron to pay more attention and put away props that can stir quickly like the electric drill or eggbeater in the Hall of Justice."

Deathstroke came to stand at the head of the bed, talking to Xiao Dai and observing the woman sleeping on the bed.

Witch Linn remained motionless, as if she didn't feel anyone coming in.

"Why?"

Diana couldn't keep up with her thoughts. Why did Gabriel put away those things that had nothing to do with angels after he arrived?

But Bobo already understood. His eyes turned into funny crescent shapes again. After thinking for a while, he said:

"Ahem, Xiao Dai, you may have had little contact with heaven and hell. Let's put it this way, angels have lived in an extremely clean and sterile room for many years in the past, and once they walk out of that room, they often die due to various reasons. Playing with the dirtiest things in the world is also a manifestation of divinity turning into humanity."

Seeing that Diana still looked confused, Harley leaned into her ear and whispered a few words.

Wonder Woman's mouth opened uncontrollably in an instant. Her face flushed, and she looked at her best friend in surprise, and asked in a low voice: "Is that okay? Are there really people that crazy?"

"Hehe, do you know that I saw someone using an iron in Arkham?"

Harley's face looked like she had seen all kinds of storms. Although Diana was much older than her, when it came to research on psychopaths, the former psychologist at the mental sanatorium had a more say.

Su Ming shook his head at Harry speechlessly, then turned and left the bed: "Okay, now Gabriel also knows that the iron is fine. Although he has clipped his wings, he is still an angel after all. He has just fallen from the level of transcendence to multidimensionality. Single universe level, super hearing is still available.”

Harley stuck out her tongue and leaned on Diana's shoulder to laugh: "Then let Ron add the iron to the list. By the way, is this witch a fake?"

"Well, this is an illusion." Deathstroke asked Strangler to stretch out a tentacle and brush it over the witch on the bed. The black tentacle passed directly through, and the air was disturbed and rippled: "What agreement did Constantine reach with her? The magic circle we just saw was used to help her escape from prison."

"How is this possible?" The heroine frowned. She also came to the bedside and stretched out her hands to stir things up a few times. Sure enough, it was an illusion: "Although I was not present when he communicated with the witch, it was actually just a few minutes late. Step by step, it can be seen that the atmosphere between them is not very good."

"Because the person we are talking about is Constantine. The less you want him to do something, the more he will do it." Deathstroke took out the God Killer from his pocket and turned it into a mace in his hand. Li weighed it up: "Someone should be spanked. He obviously asked you to tell him those things, but he still acted on his own."