The Death Knell

After borrowing Fatty's luxury car, the group of people drove in the direction of the middle school. Since Barry had been here before, he let him drive.

But the Flash has a problem with driving, that is, he always feels that the speed is not fast enough, so he always presses the accelerator to the bottom.

On both sides of the not-so-wide street, the scenery quickly swept back like blurred light, and the squeaking sound of the tires when drifting was like a file scraping against the human brain.

The middle-aged man who was bundled into the car had a pale face, and whenever the car turned a corner, he would show an expression as if he was on the verge of death.

Fortunately, the enjoyment of the death speed was very short. When he was pulled off, only two minutes had passed, and he was just stuck at the stage where he wanted to vomit but couldn't.

"Lincoln. When I was young, I really wanted to have a car like this." Su Ming got out of the car and reached out to touch the door. He found that he could interact with the props, but everyone in this area couldn't see it. Don’t miss yourself and the changes you bring about.

Or is it turning a blind eye?

"Why not buy a horse?" Amazon said in another triceps-flexing pose.

"Of course it's because I don't have grassland at home." Su Ming laughed, then looked at Barry who was helping the middle-aged man get out of the car: "Ask him what the chief did at that time?"

The Flash repeated his words, but the bald middle-aged man just shook his head: "I only saw an old man from outside enter the school and go to the dormitory. As for what he did and when he left, I don't know."

Su Ming thought for a second, then nodded: "As long as the place is right, let him go home. This person is of no use. Let's check it ourselves."

"Thank you for your cooperation. Please continue to support the Justice League in the future." Hawkgirl was eager to send this annoying guy away as soon as possible. After receiving the instructions, she immediately picked up the man who was lying on the ground and wanted to vomit, and stuffed him back into the driver's seat of the car. He even gritted his teeth and put on a smile to ask for their continued support.

Talking like this to a person's subconscious at the conscious level is equivalent to exerting psychological suggestion. I guess this bald man will donate money to Zhenglian in reality, right?

That's it.

"Definitely, the Justice League has protected us all. I have always supported you. Well, I want to ask, are the multiverse events that have been rumored recently true?"

"It's fake, it's all fake. Don't believe anything you say on the Internet." Barry pulled Hawkgirl away and answered with a smile: "Come on, go back to your own home, do whatever you want, but don't No more surfing the Internet.”

After the car drove away, even the middle-aged man still looked doubtful.

Kendra returned to Deathstroke, glanced at the woman doing bodybuilding exercises not far away with a strange expression, and asked with a headache: "Why do I feel like this is a real world? These people are too real."

"That's not true at all, Hawkwoman." Deathstroke walked towards the dormitory building and replied by the way: "Based on the current analysis of the known intelligence, the things that can exist in the consciousness block are limited by what their owners can do. Something he recognizes, or something his heart is willing to accept.”

The reality formed by thoughts can probably be regarded as a magical dimension.

"That's it. Although it looks very real, it's actually quite idealistic." Xiao Shen also followed. He looked up at the sky: "That person may have never been out of Happy Town in his life, so his block only has happiness. Town. He hasn’t seen Deathstroke on TV with us in action, so he doesn’t see Deathstroke in his world.”

"Although I can still break his neck, he will probably think it is haunted." Su Ming laughed. Just because he is not seen does not mean that it does not exist. This kind of invisibility is a good thing.

Barry made a gesture of wiping his sweat and said weakly: "Don't always talk about murder. He may have racial discrimination, but this is not a capital crime."

"This is probably American-style freedom, it's self-contradictory." The Amazon fierce woman followed the three of them, maintaining a bodybuilding movement of flexing her latissimus dorsi muscles as they walked: "The Constitution says that people can have free thoughts. , but as a result, now that we don’t give others the freedom of thought to discriminate against people of color, it would be better for Amazon to directly stipulate that it is not allowed to discriminate against sisters.”

"Thank you!" Kendra pursed her lips hard and rolled her eyes.

"Let's not talk about that, let's start the search. The wheelchair the chief is riding in is a low-power ground-effect aircraft, which means it should use air jet technology. You can find traces by observing the dust distribution on the ground."

Deathstroke doesn't want to talk about meaningless topics. After all, if the earth ends, no matter what skin color, no one will survive. The only difference is that black people will die earlier.

If you form a team in d and need someone who is good at discovering clues, then just choose one of the four people: Xiaofu, Barry, Barbara, or Supergirl.

It's not that there aren't better investigators than them. The key point is that none of these four people have leadership personalities, but are more accustomed to obeying orders.

If you get a Batman, you may be able to find clues faster, but the calculations in your heart are constantly rattling, so how can Flash be used?

Speed ​​Force users are also professional forensic personnel. If they find something, they can produce a professional test report in less than a second.

So it was said that everyone went into the building to look for clues, but in fact it was the Flash who did the work. Su Ming was leaning against the door of the dormitory building to smoke. As soon as he inhaled it, before he could spit it out, Barry came back with the discovery.

It's something like a pocket watch, but if you look closely, it looks more like a 'Dragon Ball Radar'. There's a bright spot flashing on the grid-like screen, and there's an arrow pointing in a fixed direction.

"I don't understand this thing, but I feel like it shouldn't exist in middle schools. Can you take a look?"

The Flash wiped his sweat while looking at the students around him. There were many students here, but none of these children had faces. Although they were walking around in school uniforms, their facial features were completely flat.

They seemed unable to see the presence of a few people at all, but they could clearly see the road in front of them. Not only were there people holding books and preparing to go to class, there were even people playing ball in the corridor.

It was very strange. If the sun hadn't been shining brightly outside the window, Barry would have thought he had encountered a ghost.

Su Ming held the pocket watch in his hand, as if he had read through Barry's mind, and explained: "The owner of this block thinks there should be students in the school, but he has never actually seen those students, so the people you see are actually It’s just a background board. Have you seen oil paintings before? The facial features of distant figures in landscape paintings are all blurred. It’s the same truth.”

"That's good. To be honest, I can't stand people without faces, like" Barry bared his teeth, as if he couldn't think of how to describe it.

"The uncanny valley effect. The more a creature that looks like a human is proven not to be human, the more terrifying it will be." Deathstroke's arm ran behind Little Flash's head again and hooked him out: "Don't worry about those details, what we are looking for That’s it.”