The Death Knell

Strictly speaking, Shenglin is not a simple hacker. Her superpower is 'decryption'. Whether it is passwords on the Internet or brain teasers in real life, as long as there is a mystery, she has the correct answer here.

That is to say, she usually does not appear in the main dimension. Otherwise, if Batman invites her to visit Gotham, the Riddler may retire on the spot.

Her ability is the natural enemy of the Riddler, and of course, she is also very powerful on the Internet.

Nowadays, people live in an Internet era, and riddles are everywhere. Passwords for chat software, passwords for game accounts, passwords for online shopping, etc. All complex algorithms composed of numbers are only the most essential in Shenglin’s eyes. riddle.

She doesn't need to perform any complicated calculations, let alone quickly type on the keyboard to play network attack and defense. All she has to do is take a look at the riddle, and then fill in the shining cursor position with the correct answer that comes to mind.

This is a decryption.

"Ask a question!"

Su Ming spoke to the woman coldly, and at the same time led everyone to start walking slowly upstairs.

"answer!"

Sheng Lin also understood very well. She immediately picked up the conversation and listened with a smile and tilted her head.

Deathstroke's brainteaser was done by opening his mouth. He was holding a cigarette and said quickly: "Superman and Supergirl do push-ups together. After the exercise, why are there three holes in the ground?"

After hearing this question, the three members of Zhenglian blushed, as if they had thought of something they shouldn't have thought of.

Half of Cyborg's face was black, and his blush was not obvious. Barry was wearing red clothes, so he couldn't show his blush. However, Hawkgirl lowered her head and spat, complaining that Deathstroke had started making fun of Superman again. He was still a Sexy jokes.

But is the answer really what they think?

Shenglin's mother, a real expert in solving puzzles, gave a professional answer. She flipped up her long wavy hair, still maintaining an elegant smile on her dignified face, and replied loudly:

"The correct answer is - Superman does one-handed push-ups, so the two of them have three hands in total, and only three holes are made in the ground."

Deathstroke nodded, took out a bottle of wine to reward her, and then looked at the trio behind him, shaking his head as if he was indestructible:

"Look at other people's thoughts, and then look at your faces. I can tell at a glance that you are thinking wrongly. Alas, the atmosphere within Zhenglian is worrying. When I go back this time, I have to talk to Batman and ask him to organize it. Go against the three vulgarities.”

Barry showed an expression like a dead fish, and while following Deathstroke upstairs, he retorted without giving up:

"The one just now doesn't count. You misled us. Please ask another question."

"Okay, then listen up." Su Ming also showed a wicked smile. He took off the cigarette cartridge in his mouth, flicked the ash, and asked another riddle: "Batman and the Joker went shopping together, why did Lu Yu sell The salesperson of the house only gave two people a leaflet?"

The Flash always felt that Deathstroke was hinting at something, or that it was a gay relationship between Batman and the Joker. This question sounded like the two were going to live together.

"Uh, because Batman has his own house?" He tried his best not to think in that direction, so as not to fall into Deathstroke's question trap.

Su Ming was noncommittal and turned to look at Hawk Girl: "Kendra, what do you think?"

The woman with wings on her back touched her chin and thought seriously: "Is it because the Joker has no money and Batman bought this house for him?"

Well, she's fallen into a trap and is really considering the possibility of Bat and Joker living together.

But this is quite realistic. Doesn’t Batman who is poisoned by the Joker’s poison just have the Joker’s cohabitation status in his heart?

Deathstroke didn't respond, just looked at Cyborg's numb machine head.

"I don't know." Cyborg was very bachelor and shook his head directly: "And I don't think it's good to joke about other people's personal affairs behind their backs, let alone Batman."

"Despair, despair for superheroes who have no sense of humor at all!" Deathstroke looked up at the sky forty-five degrees, as if there were suppressed tears in his heart: "I shouldn't have too much expectations for you, come on. Come on, Ms. Shenglin, tell them what the correct answer is."

The woman wearing a white robe walking in the darkness still looked gentle and virtuous. She smiled and shook her head:

"Because they were out at night and Batman was so dark, the person handing out the flyers didn't see him at all."

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The group of people guessed various riddles and walked upstairs one by one. Finally, Su Ming picked the so-called Feng Shui treasure spot.

"It's here, I feel it, the grid is here." Su Ming reached out and knocked on the sign in the stairway. There was a number '18' written there, which meant that this was the eighteenth floor of the high-rise building.

This was obviously not the top floor, but he had no intention of explaining.

"Oh, is it behind this door?"

Barry didn't have any doubts at all. He was tortured by all kinds of brain teasers, and he couldn't wait to get down to business.

"Are you sure? Deathstroke." Cyborg pressed his temple, as if he was scanning through the red electronic eye: "I didn't find any energy source behind the door here."

"Of course I am sure that the eighteenth floor represents the deepest hell in my hometown, which is very suitable for the final destination of a soul." Su Ming smiled and looked at Cyborg's face: "Don't you think so? "

"...Isn't this a new round of guessing?" Cyborg obviously didn't think so.

Although this is the level of consciousness, it does not mean that the world will change with Deathstroke's thoughts. This is not his consciousness area, but belongs to the enemy.

But obviously, Cyborg's doubts were useless, as the team did not listen to his orders.

Hawkgirl held her wings in front of her as a shield, and was the first to hold the hammer high and crash into the corridor behind the stairwell door.

Steel Skeleton, who had clearly seen through fluoroscopic inspection that there was no energy source here, was obviously dumbfounded. The corridor behind the door was crowded with densely packed robots, not only the split parts of the grid, but also many special-shaped Steel Skeletons. At this time There was a fierce fight.

As soon as the door opened, the chaos and noise of the battlefield immediately swept over everyone, and it was as lively as splashing water on hot oil.

The enemies were very straightforward. When they saw the Zhenglian people, they immediately involved everyone.

This time there was no help from 'no one', so Su Ming had no choice but to exert more strength on his own. Fortunately, in a sense, they were still just a group of steel skeletons, so they just had to chase and chop them.

"Barry, combined tactics." Deathstroke jumped on the back of the Flash, waved the lightsaber to deflect the incoming beam, and ordered loudly: "Run, run towards the position behind the enemy."

The Flash subconsciously took a step forward. When he came to his senses after 0.001 seconds, Deathstroke had jumped off his back and slowly put away the lightsaber.

Behind the two of them were piles of corpses on both sides of the corridor. Just as he acted as a mount and subconsciously charged, Deathstroke behind him took the opportunity to cut all the enemies into fist-sized pieces.

It's really fast, it's so fast with the speed force field, and it has such a fast sword.

"Well done, good Barry, good boy." Deathstroke touched Barry's neck like he was feeding his mount, and stuffed another piece of chocolate into his mouth.

Flash slapped his hand away speechlessly and rolled his eyes: "You think I'm a horse?"

"Of course not, why do you think so? How can a horse eat chocolate?" Deathstroke shook his head repeatedly, refusing to admit it.