The Death Knell

"One thousand and one pages? What kind of person would name his antique bookstore like that?"

Su Ming, who arrived at the crime scene, shook his head with a smile and looked inside the shop through the window glass, including a body with separated bones and flesh, piles of white ash, and of course a lot of various footprints.

Unless she needed to attend some formal diplomatic occasions, Diana would wear sandals all year round. The Olympus gods gave her a set of equipment, but no shoes.

The footprints of her leather sandals were easy to spot, and she never seemed to have the consciousness not to wander around a crime scene.

"Hey."

Strangler believes that the store manager is a mentally repressed mental patient, because according to the host's memory, the real original version of "One Thousand and One Nights" is not something suitable for children to watch.

The original version is filled with a lot of pornographic, violent, inhumane, and almost perverted scenes and pictures, which are even worse than the famous "Golden x Plum".

About 80% of the content was deleted, and One Thousand and One Nights became a fairy tale. But obviously anyone who works in literature and art knows what the truth is.

So just by looking at the name of the store, this store looks more like it sells adult magazines and is not serious at all.

Walking into the store, the little bell at the door still rang loudly. The first thing Su Ming noticed was the charred computer on the counter. While he was digging things out of the burned case, Hangzhou went to the corpse to investigate biological clues.

He tasted the piles of ashes and saw they were the ashes of some creature, not a human being or any animal it had ever eaten.

The deceased was indeed a human being, at least the body was, but the remaining flesh and skin were marked by birds' sharp beaks pecking and tearing them apart.

There were a few drops of blood not far away, which did not match the dead appearance of the corpse. It also licked it and found that it was Zatanna's blood. She vomited blood for some reason.

The blood hadn't dried yet, and the Dark Zhenglian team had just left not long ago.

This information entered Deathstroke's brain simultaneously, and after he found nothing in the computer case, he naturally noticed the account book that was rummaged aside.

"The last item in the account is, 'Purchasing a set of books for Mr. Wales for 200,000 US dollars.' Gee, what book is so valuable?" Su Ming flipped through the account book and quickly found the clue.

After all, murders often have the same motive, whether it's money, love, etc., all driven by lust.

Human beings are such creatures. Only when they have passion can they take action.

The account books related to the property are at hand, and they should have been dug out, so Xiao Fu orangutan still has a bright mind.

"Hey!"

Strangler said that if this book worth 200,000 US dollars is not an ancient royal erotic palace album, then it is most likely a magic book. If it is a mage, it is worth spending 200,000 US dollars to buy knowledge or intelligence.

"This two hundred thousand is the purchase price of the shop owner. I don't know how much he plans to sell it for. It's a pity that even the brains in his body were drank dry by the murderer."

Deathstroke flipped through the ledger and determined that the two hundred thousand books were the most valuable items in the entire store:

"This set of books was in the safe, and now the safe is open and the books are missing. Apparently, our sleazy new friend was killed by Mr. Wales when he was making a deal with him."

"Hey."

The symbiote bean sprout rubbed the host's face, and it connected to the second half of the reasoning, that is, the ragged man was a scavenger. He passed by the shop at night and discovered that there were man-eating monsters here, and at the same time, there was an oblivion a few streets away. The door of the bar, so he went to the police for help, and the Justice League Dark happened to be there.

"Yes, it's just that I'm curious. The ragged man should have had a falling out with *** a long time ago. This place is not far from Lucifer's 'Laiguang' nightclub. Why doesn't he come to our human Satan to have a look? What if? If things were more interesting, Lucifer might be willing to come just a few blocks away.”

More than willing, according to Su Ming's understanding of that guy, if he heard about someone being eaten by birds after their flesh and bones were separated, such a novel way of death, he would definitely come over to watch the fun, and regard this method as New way to play, experiment with Maggie when you go to bed with her.

The Tattered Man believed in God, but after being deceived by a ghost, his faith collapsed.

It can be seen from the fact that he left Gotham and moved to Los Angeles. The most popular people in this city are angels and demons, and a spellcaster doesn't deal with Lucifer after coming here? That is impossible.

Many people think that the people of Gotham have the worst life. In fact, on Earth 0, the citizens of Los Angeles have the worst life. If they are not good, their souls are gone, and they cannot even see the face of death, let alone reincarnation.

"I thought I heard someone talking about me behind my back, so I came here. Wow, what did you do? That's very creative. Tell me, you peeled off his skin and flesh, leaving his skeleton intact while draining his brains. , what kind of artistic thinking is this trying to express? Nihilism? Or the relationship between human nature and reason?"

Deathstroke, who was chatting with Strangler, was still looking through the ledger. If no one reported the crime, there would be no police coming, so there was plenty of time for the investigation.

But suddenly the doorbell rang, and a blond young man wearing a white high-end suit and holding a cocktail glass appeared in front of him with a smile. He stretched his neck and looked at the body on the floor, and said happily The tone asked Deathstroke.

His handsome eyebrows were raised, with a playful expression on his face.

"Obviously it's not my technique. Don't tell me that you didn't notice the remaining traces of magic here, and I try to avoid using magic." Deathstroke raised his head and nodded to the Demon King: "So, good evening, Lucifer."

"Good evening to you too. It was just a joke. After all, a good day starts from the moment you see other people's corpses, right? Haha."

Lucifer smiled and approached the body, twitched his beautiful nose and sniffed, and took a sip of wine:

"Well, there is no soul left. The murderer is very professional. There is a magic trap that is familiar but unfamiliar to me. I seem to have seen it somewhere? Hmm, I can't remember."

Nothing in the world is important to this former Satan. All he wants is to be happy, and he won't think about things he can't think of.

"Now that you've seen the corpse, what are your thoughts or advice? Or do you just think Earth 0 is more fun than the universe you created?" Su Ming closed the ledger and observed the entire bookstore again, ruling out possibilities for the last time before leaving. Ignored clues.

"You're right, of course the world is more fun. Don't worry about the mess here and go to my store to have fun? I can introduce you to some handsome guys and beauties. Let's go together tonight."

Satan, who had a perfect appearance, winked at Deathstroke mischievously, and licked the corner of his mouth with his long tongue like a snake letter.