The Death Knell

"Do you think the clown will be related to the emperor?"

Lori learned the method of silent communication without any teacher. After all, she had also imitated the symbiote before.

The mercenary in the dark twisted for a while, and soon turned into an ordinary pipe repairman. He was a little short and fat, with a thick beard on his lips, and a red hat on his head. There was a word written on the front of the hat. White M letter.

His voice also changed, sounding honest and honest, but also a little funny:

"No, the Joker won't share it with anyone when it comes to playing games with Batman. But the Emperor may be pushing the Joker's 'joke' from behind, just like Kang the Conqueror once pushed me from behind. , we’ll find out after we sneak in and take a look, you hide in my shadow first.”

"Oh, wait a minute."

Lori closed her eyes and learned another magic, then walked to the death knell, and then sank instantly as if melting into the ground.

"alright."

"It's not good enough. There are actually twin ponytails on my shadow. Are you serious?" Su Ming lowered his head and sighed silently. Everything else was normal, but there were two braids on the hat of his reflection, one on the left and one on the right. .....

Who can hide this? The clown is crazy, but not stupid!

"Huh? Oh, wait a minute."

Lori sent an embarrassing message through strangulation. A few seconds later, with a soft sound of 'pop', the two braids on the shadow disappeared.

The moonlight was not bright, and the dark clouds in the sky were moving quickly driven by the wind, and the darkest night was coming soon.

Su Ming didn't waste any time. He appeared outside the iron fence of the manor in an instant and quickly climbed over the wall to enter.

The next second, the most authentic circus flavor is in front of you.

He jumped into a warehouse tent at a marshmallow stand, and who doesn't like some marshmallows while visiting an amusement park?

After landing from the pile of sacks filled with sugar, Su Ming patted his butt: "The density of sugar is about 1.6 tons per cubic meter. There are at least 20 tons of sugar here. It seems like someone should go to the dentist."

"Are we going to deal with the clown first? His teeth are really bad." Lori was connected to a thread in the shadow.

"It depends on the situation. If this Earth 12 clown is smart enough, then his teeth can be saved." Su Ming stepped out of the tent and bumped into the stall owner who was stirring marshmallows.

It was a very poor middle-aged man, and there were yellow sweat stains on the collar and cuffs of the shirt he was wearing. On the one hand, it showed that he might be single, and on the other hand, it showed that he probably lived in poverty.

His movements around the marshmallows were very unfamiliar, and there were calluses on several places on his hands, indicating that he was a manual worker rather than a professional marshmallow expert.

“How do you sell marshmallows?”

Facing the surprised look in the stall owner's eyes, Su Ming calmly stood in front of the machine and watched the white silk threads on the wooden sticks getting bigger and bigger, forming something like clouds.

But the stall owner swallowed his saliva. Although he was smiling, he looked very nervous. His armpits were obviously wet and his legs began to tremble.

He first looked around, then whispered: "Run away!"

The fat plumber did not understand his kindness. The beard on his chubby face trembled, as if showing a smile:

"Oh? Why should I run away? Also, I see that everyone has a beautiful trinket around their neck. Is that a reward for some game?"

The so-called trinket is actually something like a necklace, a bit like a longevity lock, except that the head of the lock is not an auspicious cloud, but a green-haired clown's smiling face.

The unlocking position is the gap between the front teeth, where there is a keyhole, but in addition, there are several holes above the lock, which look like spray nozzles.

"This is a clown paradise, a concentration camp for that lunatic. Anyone who is not willing to accompany him crazy will be sent here to play the role of the carnival!" The smile on the stall owner's face seemed to be frozen, and the cold sweat on his forehead quickly slipped. Next, he handed the marshmallow in his hand to Deathstroke, trying not to show any abnormality: "Quickly go, before he finds you!"

However, the next second, the lock on his neck burst into laughter, and then green smoke spewed out from the holes, covering the middle-aged man's face.

In just a moment, he burst out laughing, bit off his tongue, and his two eyeballs popped out, and he fell to the ground twitching.

"Oh, this welcome is a bit warm." Su Ming still held the marshmallow in his hand, stuffed it into his mouth and took a bite. He slowly turned around and looked behind him: "This laughing gas works faster than the one on Earth 0." , and the victim had no time to laugh, the mechanical structure of the laughing gas device was also very good, and the scent of the poison gas was citrus."

Luo Rui: "..."

When a person died tragically in front of him, Deathstroke analyzed a lot of things in an instant and learned.

Not far behind him, a clown in a purple suit jumped out of a large jar, holding a remote control in his hand:

"Oops! There's a new guy! Then the old one is useless, ha!" He walked up to the plumber disguised as Deathstroke with steps that seemed like dancing, stretched his neck to look around, and smelled nervously: "Do you like marshmallows? It seems like you understand me very well. Come on, put on the apron on the corpse and let me try your skills, hehehe..."

"What kind of craft is rolling marshmallows? Give me a small trinket first, and then you can help me find a more high-tech job?"

A disdainful smile appeared on the fake plumber's face, and he reached out to ask the clown for something.

The clown blinked and tilted his head to look confused, but soon burst into laughter and even cried.

"Interesting! So interesting! A man who is not afraid of death! Oh my god! There is such a person in Gotham?! Are you a plumber? Really? Why didn't I come to you when the toilet in my previous apartment leaked? I missed it What kind of ridiculous scene?! Hahahahaha..."

While smiling, he reached out and hooked Deathstroke's shoulder, took out a 'Longevity Lock' from his pocket and hung it on his new friend, then smacked it in his mouth:

"I like you. The way you spoke just now even reminded me of Batman. I won't let you down. Come, play with me and let me choose a suitable stall for you."

Instead, Deathstroke began to grasp it, his belly bulged, and he chuckled: "Let me tell you first, if the game is not crazy enough, I will not be satisfied."

"Oh? Hey, you still have requests? Okay, I am a picky customer. As the organizer of the big circus, of course I can satisfy everyone's laughter needs. Come on, how about we try the roller coaster first? ?”

The clown pointed with his backhand, and at that moment, the roller coaster with a big smiling face emerged from the third floor window of the Wayne Mansion like a cave, and the passengers were screaming and desperately dodging the pendulum swinging back and forth at the window. A big blade, but some unlucky guys still had their heads chopped off, and blood spilled from the sky to the ground like a fountain.

Under the influence of inertia, a few drops of blood flew onto the faces of the two people, and the warm liquid cooled rapidly.

But the fat plumber just calmly wiped off the blood drops with his fingertips, and uttered contemptuous words: "That's it? It's far from it. Professor Pig Face is better at playing than you. Come on, give me something more exciting. You're like this." It’s too uncreative, otherwise I’ll leave.”

Facing the contempt of the new customer, the smile on the clown's face froze. He hated people saying that he had no creativity!