The Death Knell

"Oh? Barbeque? Sniff..."

Harley sniffed and ran over. She smiled happily, and when she looked at the scorched corpse still squirming in the flames, she smiled even more happily:

"Ah, so it's a cremated corpse, huh? You seem to like him quite a bit."

Su Ming glanced at her, shrugged and left the fire, continuing to lead the way:

"Why do you say that?"

"Because he still has a whole corpse. Under normal circumstances, we all know that to deal with zombies, we have to hit the head. But you can easily blow anyone's head off, but you didn't do it. Doesn't it mean that you have a good impression of him?"

Harley completed another psychological analysis and saw something from Su Ming's behavior.

Her statement also attracted the attention of others. Xiao Dai held a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and Lori held Bobo in her arms. They all cast questioning glances.

"This is Freddy, Shazam's counterpart from another world." Su Ming explained the identity of the scorched corpse, and let Strangler continue to smell the smell of disinfectant to lead the way: "It doesn't matter what the impression is, he is already dead. Yes, but he can be considered a tough guy."

Bobo frowned, and the orangutan's face became serious: "Freddy Freeman? Then he is still a child."

"The Freddy on Earth 0 is, but the one on Earth 12 is not. Even if he doesn't transform, he looks to be in his twenties." Su Ming raised his hand and pressed it down, signaling Bobo to relax. , this person is not the one he knows: "Here we are, there is the infirmary in front."

The orangutan jumped down from Lori's arms, took his night blade and took a look at the door of the infirmary. His extraordinary sense of smell allowed him to confirm that there was no smell of zombies in the room.

With this probe, he retracted and began to complain: "Sure enough, the doctor ran away again."

The doctor mentioned here also means doctor, that is, Mr. Excellence. Whenever the Justice League encounters any ailments or injuries, they rely on Batman's ultimate machine to solve them. For problems that cannot be solved by machines, the world's number one miracle doctor, the Midnight Doctor of the Justice Society, will be invited to treat the problem.

As for normal times, the head of the infirmary is concurrently served by Mr. Zhuo Zhuo, the director of the Scientific Research Department. The supervisor here is actually an abbreviation. The full name is, 'He mainly comes to the Hall of Justice to eat, drink, and don't care about anything serious.'

Mr. Excellence is known as the third smartest man on earth, ranked only behind Bruce Wayne and Lex Luthor. When he was 17 years old, he had 17 doctorate degrees, and he was also the Olympic decathlon champion. He took his parents' money He opened a one-man company in his garage that researched drones and communication technology. After one year of operation, he sold it to Batman and made a profit of US$5 billion.

I joined the Justice League when I was really bored. I didn't need any say in it. I never attended meetings and lived a free and easy life.

It can be said to be a representative of all-round development of finance, intelligence and body.

But he also has a problem as a superhero, that is, he is always the first to leave the battlefield when he encounters trouble. At the slightest sign of trouble, he disappears, as alert as a prairie dog on the prairie.

Not to mention the zombies, the heavy snowfall around the world was enough for him to hide in a safe house he didn't know where.

"This is also normal." Su Ming also took a look at the door of the infirmary.

The room is very clean, and there are no signs that anyone has been here to treat injuries. This also shows that the zombie crisis breaks out suddenly, and injured people often transform into corpses before they can persist here.

Deathstroke walked to the medicine cabinet, rummaged inside it a few times, took out some alcohol and medicine bottles and collected them.

"No, are you really planning to survive the apocalypse? What are you doing with the medicine?" Little Fortune blushed a little. After all, this is the Hall of Justice, but Deathstroke was rummaging through boxes and cabinets as if it were his own home, which seemed a bit inappropriate.

"Don't you understand?" Su Ming smiled and rubbed the monkey's head, then walked out of the infirmary and went to the next door: "These are broad-spectrum antibiotics. Although Sepulke has begun research on virus samples, we We can’t give up any exploration that can gain an advantage here, what if throwing wine at the zombies can slow down their movement?”

"...What you said is not unreasonable." Bobo held his chin and followed the death knell: "The zombie before was able to talk and eat your brain, which shows that he can think. , then if you give a zombie aspirin and strong alcohol, you might be able to poison him."

After he finished speaking seriously, the little gorilla showed a funny face and looked at Su Mingxiao sideways.

He simply didn't believe that zombies could be poisoned.

"It's inappropriate for a bar owner to tell jokes about sick drunkards." Su Ming just raised the corner of his mouth and smiled in agreement. The research area is the experimental area and the office area. Many doors here are closed. .

But through the wall, you can vaguely hear some rustling movements, as well as occasional whimpering.

There are zombies in some rooms, which is more interesting.

The virus does not spread through the air, and the doors of these rooms are closed. How did these people become infected in a confined space?

"Godslayer, crowbar."

With someone handy, opening these airtight doors is as easy as opening a can. He knows which rooms are 'stuffed', and using tools to open the doors will ensure that the evidence will not be destroyed to a greater extent.

"Ouch! Brain!"

As soon as a door was opened a crack, a hand stretched out, and a pair of red eyes appeared in the crack of the door, staring at the death knell very hungrily.

The god-killer's crowbar changed its angle, thrust it in through the opponent's long mouth, and then thrust it out from the Tianling Gai.

Then with a gentle stir, black brains like spoiled tofu were sprayed from the top of the zombie's head onto the ceiling.

After the fountain stopped, Deathstroke opened the door completely and led everyone into the room.

This should be a biochemical laboratory. Su Ming saw a large number of petri dishes and huge incubators, and the corpses of scientists in white coats lay at their feet.

Diana looked at the familiar people on the ground and sighed silently: "Is this here? The source of everything?"

"No." Su Ming shook his head and walked to the experimental table nearby. There was a computer there. Maybe he could check the experimental records: "The adjutant just sent a communication. The zombie crisis has broken out in many places around the world on Earth 12. , and the Hall of Justice is not only difficult to enter, but also difficult to exit."

"Someone should have spread it deliberately."

It took Lori a long time to say this sentence. She had been observing and learning.

"It may also be teleported from other worlds, or other timelines overlap. It's hard to say yet." Su Ming was about to operate the computer, and the monitor was still on.

But just as he was talking, the orangutan jumped on the table first and started typing on the keyboard:

"Let me do it. I still have some experience in cracking computer encrypted storage systems. It would be better if there is a cloud disk."

Su Ming let the orangutan continue indifferently, and he went to the direction of the test bed to check. If he guessed correctly, someone should have sent several zombie virus samples here in advance, and deliberately caused a small-scale leak.

However, Harley stood behind Bobo and began to say something incomprehensible: "Bobo, everything on the Internet is virtual. Can you control it?"

Detective Bobo showed a black question mark expression, raised his face slightly and asked funnyly:

"ha?"