The Death Knell

Throw Cyborg back to the Hall of Justice and visit him again after a while. Maybe he will be in a state where he can read minds.

Now, just by looking at the little black man's appearance, Su Ming knew that his mind was full of gibberish, and he wouldn't be able to find out anything in a short time. It would be difficult to use too drastic methods on him, otherwise Batman would get sick again. .

So why not take this opportunity to go out and have a drink with your animal companions.

The transmission was completed through a totem. Su Ming once left a spider totem in the wine cellar of the bar, just in case.

With a flash of light, he and the cockroach appeared in darkness, and they could hear music and noisy voices overhead, which was very lively.

"Where is this?" Ezekiel crawled around in the jar a little worried: "My merciful Father, you walk in my heart as you walk in heaven. Please protect me from being sold to hell by the death knell."

"Although the dishes here are generally very unpalatable because they are of British taste." Su Ming walked up the stairs and said to the cockroach in the jar: "But this is really not hell, at least not in most cases. From now on you will Stay here, this is a pocket space, very stable, so you don’t get caught by another psychopath."

Cockroach looked directly at Deathstroke, because he felt that he was the biggest psychopath. Not just anyone could coexist harmoniously with Charlie's personalities, only madmen could.

But it didn't dare to speak. After all, it had no fighting power at all. What else could it do if it didn't obey the arrangements?

Su Ming opened the door with ease and walked out of the kitchen behind the bar. However, when he came to the bar hall, he only saw Tracy who was too busy to touch the floor, but not Bobo.

"Hi, cutie, isn't my monkey secretary at work today?"

When the black and yellow armor appeared, the bar suddenly became quiet. The wizards obviously kept a low profile and all of them buried their heads on the table.

Only the jukebox was making sound, and jazz tunes were floating, sitting in front of the bar together with the death knell.

Tracy was stunned for a moment, and then she puffed up her face: "Mr. Deathstroke, my boss has been out for several hours with the Justice League Dark, leaving poor me here to wash the cups!"

"Oh? Dark Zhenglian? It moves through magic. No wonder the adjutant didn't notice it." Su Ming smiled and nodded. He didn't mean to be in a hurry. Instead, he took out a little change and put it on the bar: " Give me a glass of whiskey with two cubes of ice."

Tracy did as she was told, and while going to get the wine bottle, she curiously looked at the jar that glowed green in Deathstroke's hand:

"Don't you want to know what they did? Also, what's in this jar?"

"I just finished working with Zheng Lian and came out of other people's minds. I want to take a rest and wait and see how things develop." Su Ming opened the lid of the jar and revealed the cockroach inside: "As for this jar, I found it for the bar. As a mascot, many people will put up something like a lucky cat or an ox horn when they open a store. I checked to see if the Forgotten Bar didn’t have any, so I sent one to you.”

After pouring the wine and ice, Tracy looked into the jar. Her expression was very strange. Although as a girl from a sorcerer family, she was very resistant to cockroaches and other insects and did not scream like ordinary girls. But apparently a cockroach as a mascot is not welcome either.

"Guests will think there is a hygiene problem in the bar."

"This is not an ordinary cockroach, but the prophet Ezekiel. Do you understand the Jewish prophet? If you don't understand, go back and ask your father. He will definitely understand." Su Ming took out the cockroach and threw it into the sink on the bar. Here, let Ezekiel eat an olive with a toothpick stuck in it: "How is your father's health lately?"

After the wine was poured, the girl finally had to take a break. She scratched her colorfully dyed hair and rubbed her black nails through the dark eye shadow:

"He's still the same, carrying a cross and a shotgun to exorcise people every day. A lot of demons want his life, or they'll do the next best thing to deal with me. I basically live in the bar. "

"That's okay. If the bar is open 24 hours a day, you can make a little more money. Cockroaches may not be able to help wash the cups, but they can still collect money."

Su Ming took a sip of wine, leaned on the bar and talked about the usefulness of cockroaches, and then changed his subject:

"By the way, have you heard anything about visitors from another world recently?"

Tracy wiped her hands with a towel and walked to the side to pack onion rings for the guests. A helpless expression appeared on her tired little face: "Are you talking about the time when Constantine flew away with the queen of another world? We They all know, and Zatanna curses his shitty ass every day.”

"No, it's not Constantine's business, that's his business." Su Ming shook his head. He tapped his wrist, and a small projector was created to project the video that Su Ming had seen: "This strong man with horns is called Brutus. Have you heard from any sorcerer recently about encountering a minotaur?"

"Did he come from another world? Like you?" The girl looked at the rotating projection head and shook her head: "No one has told the story of the Minotaur for a long time. Ever since a Minotaur went to the Hall of Justice. Working in restaurants, many of his peers seem to have found their future direction and are looking for places to learn to be chefs. By the way, is this person important? I can send a message to my sisters to ask."

"I don't know the specific situation yet, but this guy can travel across the multiverse at will, which is troublesome and very aggressive." Deathstroke took a sip of wine, pursed his lips, and withdrew the projection: "Then tell me , what is the topic that everyone in the bar is talking about recently."

The girl made the magic plate fly to one table and started preparing ale for the other table. She said with a matter-of-fact expression:

"Do you still need to ask? The hot topic recently is naturally the outside of the multiverse. Although wizards know more things than ordinary people, and the existence of the multiverse is indeed common sense to them, there is a lot of hysteria prevalent recently. Same speech.”

"What are you saying like hysteria?" Su Ming held her chin and watched the cockroaches swimming in the tank: "Give me an example?"

"They are like the gold diggers in the American West back then. They were fully armed and came here to drink the last drink before departure." The girl made a gesture of raising her glass after pressing the brim of her hat, as if she really had a cowboy hat on her head. , but her face was full of disdain: "They said goodbye to their friends loudly, saying that they were leaving the multiverse and going to make a fortune outside the origin wall."

"Is anyone coming back?" Deathstroke asked again.

"No, at least not yet." The girl shook her head. She was in the bar every day and saw no one coming back: "But the first person to leave was a week ago, and not long ago."

"This is the strangest thing. How long has it been since the origin wall shattered? Half a year?" Su Ming took a piece of ice from his cup and gave it to Strangler to chew: "No one has wanted to go out in the past six months, but it has only been a week since Before, ordinary people began to fantasize about the wealth and benefits of the parallel world within the multidimensional world, while the wizards also started their great voyage outside the multidimensional world."

"In the past, sorcerers believed that there was a world of nothingness beyond the Origin Wall. If you were not stuck to the wall as a statue, you would die silently after you got out, so no one wanted to get out."

Tracy flattened her mouth, put her small fist on her chin, and lay on the bar:

"But just like you said, from a week ago, they seemed to have suddenly become fearless. I guess it may be that your deeds have been known to others."

Su Ming smiled and shook his head, touching the bean sprout head on his shoulder with his hand:

"Me? I'm not a good role model, at least not one that everyone can follow."