The Death Knell

Su Ming felt a little regretful after giving up the plan of adopting a pet cockroach.

He had already thought about it. Didn't Harley get a beetle queen as a pet in Star Wars? Su Ming also wanted to introduce Ezekiel to her.

After all, we are all like cockroaches, so it doesn't hurt to make more friends.

But what Barry said did make sense. Keeping cockroaches as pets seemed crazy.

Although the doomsday prophet's ability is good, it is too repetitive with his ability as a time traveler. It is of little use to keep it in a jar. It cannot be carried on the shoulders and cannot be lifted by the hands. It will make a fuss when encountering anything.

In this way, the cockroach jar was turned back and forth in the hands of Barry and Kendra. They even wanted Polly to play with it, but the girl with the parasol smiled and refused, because any creature she touched would die.

She just took the time to take a walk and experience the world in which humans live, even the spiritual world. She was not out to kill people.

The group of people walked and chatted. After all, they were not ordinary people, and soon returned to the place where the abandoned wheelchair was.

This anti-gravity little bumper car can't start. Maybe the circuit is damaged, but it doesn't matter. It can still be pushed like an ordinary wheelchair. There is a telescopic handle at the rear of the car and there are wheels under the car. If you move your hands a little, There is a tool that can transport the body.

After putting the unconscious chief into the car, he lifted it up and left the sewer through the manhole cover. The pink duck boat given to everyone by the clown was still parked on the roadside.

But at this time, there was a policeman standing at the front of the car, holding a small book for issuing tickets, as if he was struggling with something.

This place is a bustling commercial district, and parking is not allowed on the roadside. However, the rules and regulations do not say that vehicles with folded balloons cannot be parked, so he is a little unsure whether to put a sticker on it or not.

"Good evening, officer."

The death knell pushed the chief like a stroller back to the car and greeted the traffic policeman.

When the other party heard the voice, he turned around and saw a few people from Zhenglian, but he was still as calm as if he were facing ordinary people: "Your car?"

"Actually, this is a boat made of a bunch of balloons." Barry also reached out and pulled the duck's head at the bow of the boat, which was several times larger than the Rolls-Royce Angel statue: "We're leaving now."

Hearing this, the police officer issued a ticket in a hurry, stuffed it into Barry's hand, turned around and left:

"Remember to pay the ticket."

"We did not stop the boat illegally. Officer, please be a little accommodating."

Xiao Shen seemed to have forgotten that this was not the real world. He really thought he was being ripped off.

The police officer turned around and smiled, his attitude towards law enforcement was quite good, and he pointed at the chief in the wheelchair:

"It's not a ticket for illegal parking, it's just that you didn't install the baby seat as required."

After saying that, the police officer left calmly, his footsteps accompanied by faint laughter, as if he was applauding his wit.

"I sometimes get tickets from the Midtown Police Department. They don't even let Lightning cars go. Can you believe it?" Looking at the tall back of the law enforcer, Flash looked at the ticket speechlessly. His tone was full of weariness about life.

Deathstroke shrugged and stuffed the Chief into the trunk of the duck boat:

"They should learn from the Gotham Police Department and the Batmobile never gets stickers."

In fact, it's not that Gordon opened the back door for Batman, but that the Batmobile has its own high-voltage electricity. When it is approached by an unauthorized person, it can electrocute people and fly them away.

You can become a minor internet celebrity by taking a video of the Batmobile driving through the streets and posting it online. Do you really think there are no people in Gotham who want to post a note about the Batmobile to become famous?

No, they just can't do it.

Flash sighed after collecting the ticket. He naturally knew about the situation of the Batmobile, but he couldn't do what Batman did, so he could only change the topic:

"What do we do next?"

"You make a trip and send the chief out through the Speed ​​Force plane. Strangler will pick you up outside. Then you come back and we let Ezekiel lead the way to find Cyborg." Deathstroke immediately gave the plan without any hesitation.

The golden current enveloped the duck boat and flashed, and the next second Barry poked his head out of the driver's seat:

"It's done, and will be handed over to the other members of the Doom Patrol later. His consciousness should have returned to his own body, but he is still in a coma. What's next?"

Su Ming placed the cockroach jar where the vehicle's electronic navigation system usually is: "Listen to what it says and just drive towards the place where the doomsday will happen."

"The doomsday prophet has begun to navigate for you. Please enter your destination. Do you think I will say that?!" The cockroach jumped around in the jar in a strange way, and the bread grasped by its forelimbs was also waved vigorously: "I am the most powerful in the world. The prophet is not your toy!"

"Godslayer, the fly swatter is ready. It seems like some little bug is screaming. I didn't hear what you just said. Now tell me, which way should we go?"

"Two hundred meters ahead, turn left."

The cockroach made a gentle British gentleman's voice, thick and magnetic, as if full of intellectual precipitation brought by the years.

"squeak!"

The Vulcan Sword accurately passed through the body of a vulture. Accompanied by the screams of the strange bird, Diana watched with contemplative eyes as it turned into a puddle of white ash.

The same piles of white ash were scattered next to the deboned corpse, mixed with the bright red blood, as if someone had burned paper next to the corpse.

Seeing that the battle was over, the orangutan detective came over and began the autopsy work. The magnifying glass in his hand made his face look distorted:

"So, you've been in Los Angeles for the past few years?"

The person he asked was naturally the man who came to the Forgotten Bar for help, a former friend.

The man's body was covered with dirty bandages. The bandages looked like they were patchworked together with colorful rags. Only his eyes were exposed, and the rest of his body was tightly wrapped.

In addition to the bandages, he also wore a green hooded cloak. The cloak was also in tatters, with bug-gnawed holes in it, like curtains torn from a haunted house.

The person being questioned came to the corpse and squatted down, putting a leather cover on the dead man and closing his eyes. Although some people could not see his face, he could still feel his sad mood:

"Well, they are all in Los Angeles. Mr. Berryman is a good man. He should not have ended up like this. Who killed him?"

"I'm investigating, but so far it's not good. There are no footprints here, no special smell other than blood, and even the surveillance video has been burned."

Bobo took a drag on the pipe and moved the pipe to the other corner of his mouth with his thick lips:

"Maybe our murderer is a demon who knows computers, but this sounds a bit absurd. Tell me, what makes you, who said before that 'magic is a sin', come back to the Forgotten Bar to find me again?"

The man with his body covered in rags sighed. He knew that Bobo was still angry with him.