The Death Knell

Facing the orangutan detective's questioning, the ragged man Luo Li lowered his head. He squatted next to the corpse, looked at the blood, and whispered:

"I'm sorry, I just really have no choice."

"That's not the problem, my friend." The orangutan held his pipe in his mouth and used a small plastic bag to collect the white ash left after the death of the vultures: "You were just deceived by the ghost at the beginning. We all understand your belief in God. So there is absolutely no need for you to quit the team, and I don’t blame you. But you still left without saying goodbye. You can’t trust us and think we will kill you for betrayal?”

"No, it's just that I made the same mistake as my ancestors again, betrayal." Rory touched the bandages on his body, and countless souls screamed in pain in his mind: "I am an unknown person, and being with you will only cause harm. Everyone."

** put away the magnifying glass. Nothing could be seen from the pecked corpse. He could only determine that the step of removing the bones should be some kind of strange magical phenomenon. He blew out a smoke ring and stood up straight:

"Jim sacrificed, Blue Devil also sacrificed, and the Shadow Pact team also added new members after you left. But if you want to use your abilities to do good things, you can consider the Justice League Dark."

As he spoke, the orangutan pointed at Diana, who was on guard with a sword and shield beside her.

The Tattered Man looked at Wonder Woman, whose intelligence had skyrocketed when Deathstroke was no longer around. She didn't hold back because Rory was the subject of Batman's close observation, and directly asked about the doubt:

"When did you find the body?"

"Earlier tonight, I didn't have a watch or mobile phone, and my mind was very confused. I didn't know the specific time. After dark, I went through the trash cans looking for something to eat. When I walked to the door of this familiar store, I seemed to Suddenly I woke up, as if the veil covering my head had been torn off. I smelled the smell of blood, saw the corpse through the window glass, and immediately rushed to the entrance of the Oblivion Bar in Los Angeles."

Rory told his confession and gestured with his hands back and forth, and everyone knew what happened next.

After hearing what he said, Xiao Dai thought for a moment, nodded and put away his weapon, and asked again: "You said that this shop owner is your friend, then when you found out that he was being devoured by a monster, why didn't you break the window and kill him?" To protect his body?"

"My one-sided friend, because every time he threw the most food into the trash can, the reason why I didn't rush in to rescue his body immediately was because I couldn't do it."

The suspected ragged man looked at the orangutan as he spoke, hoping that his former teammates could testify for him:

"My magic abilities all revolve around the soul, but those vultures, no, those monsters, they have no souls at all. Even if I rush in, I will just contribute another piece of fresh meat to them."

"What he said is true, Xiao Dai." ** walked towards the counter, ready to see if there was anything that could be salvaged from the burned computer: "If Rory hasn't learned anything new in the past few years since he left Shadow Contract, If he doesn't use magic tricks and sells his soul to the devil, he really doesn't have any fighting ability other than soul magic."

The orangutan detective transformed into a resentful woman, and still hinted at her farewell without saying goodbye in a strange way.

However, these monsters are indeed very ferocious. Each vulture-like monster is more than one meter tall. They attack when they see a living person. When the claws scratch Diana's shield, sparks will rise. People without any fighting ability will be killed. If dozens of vultures attack you, you will most likely die.

The computer case has been burned into an empty shell, and the components inside have melted into something I don’t know how to describe. Anyway, it is emitting white smoke and exudes a stench like burning plastic slippers.

The little gorilla jumped down from the bar and shook his head at the girls, indicating that this thing was hopeless.

"What do you think about the soulless Warcraft sisters?" Diana thought for a while. She began to deal with various mythical monsters when she was six years old, and she has hunted countless Warcraft.

But she couldn't remember which kind of bird monster had no soul, so she asked Donna who was wiping her weapon.

"Sister, I think there must be something wrong with this."

Donna answered immediately, almost without thinking, she said the version of the famous saying 'It's better to listen to what you have to say'.

Diana glanced at her with an expression like "Are you kidding me?" She was so speechless that her shoulders slumped. She turned her attention to the female mage wearing beautiful socks: "Where's Xiao Zha, what did you find?"

"There are residual traces of the use of magic here." Zatanna stepped over the pool of blood, walked a few steps deeper into the store, and found a place to stand: "The people who summoned these monsters used magic, but this kind of I am very unfamiliar with energy, but it should be possible to use magic to deal with magic, let’s see the scene again!”

It was still the familiar inversion magic. Zatanna wanted to recreate the scene that happened at her feet. Although the Upside Down was caught in the ball by Deathstroke, the one still generously allowed the wizards to continue to use it. the power of.

The person who used to help everyone install electricity meters has now become an electricity seller. For people who use electricity, there is not much difference, because except for Dark Zhenglian and Shadow Contract, the other mages don't even know that Deathstroke defeated the Upside Down. People things.

As Xiao Zha's spell fell, the space around her shook, as if some image was about to emerge.

But the next second, there was a crisp sound like broken glass. The scene that had just been a shadow and couldn't see the specific situation dissipated. Zatanna vomited a mouthful of blood and fell on her back.

The heroine's reaction speed was very fast. She jumped over the blood on the ground and then connected with a sliding shovel, holding the fallen mage in her arms:

"Xiao Zha, what's wrong with you? What happened?"

"The murderer has designed a trap. Once someone tries to use magic to track him, he will be counterattacked. He is so strong, even stronger than the former Upside Down. This feeling, at that moment, I felt like I was facing the invincible. the bottom of the abyss.”

A somewhat dazed Zatanna answered while vomiting blood. She was obviously hurt a lot.

Diana took a deep breath, patted Zatanna on the back, helped her stand up, and let her best friend lean on her shoulder:

"Stop talking, I'll take you to treatment right now."

However, ** found a clue in the moment when the image shook. He put the pipe in his mouth, hurriedly went under the counter, and spoke quickly:

"I made a discovery. Although the scene just flashed by, I saw that the caster should be an upright humanoid creature, at least not hanging upside down."

"The door of the shop was not damaged, and the fact that it was open at night contrary to common sense means that the shop owner was waiting for him and welcomed him into the depths of the shop, which means that the murderer can communicate with people and looks like a human being."

"The safe was opened normally, and the alarm under the counter was not triggered. This shows that the store owner voluntarily took some things from the safe and gave them to the murderer. He may have purchased some treasures on his behalf."

"Next, Zatanna said that he set up a magic trap, which means that he has sufficient combat and anti-tracking experience; saying that he is very strong, then such a mage should be somewhat famous."

"Taking all the clues together, although we don't have direct evidence now, we already have a profile."

With the idea in mind, Xiaofu Orang lived up to his reputation as a detective. He immediately started the second round of rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, and this time what he was looking for was the account book of the goods purchased in the store.

Shops that do antique book business under the name of a bookstore usually have two books. One is on the computer and used to pay business tax, but the real one is often made of paper and hidden somewhere.

If you are acting as an intermediary for others, you should record the transaction items, transaction price, and the name of the customer.