The Death Knell

This room should have been Zatanna's childhood boudoir. It smelled of lavender and dust, and the quilt she was covered with was still pink.

The desk lamp emits a dim light, and there are many books placed on the wooden boards fixed on the wall, including fairy tales and introductions to magic. There are many different stuffed animals placed in the corner of the bed, all of which have been touched until they have lost their hair.

There is a single bed, a wardrobe, and a small desk. Opposite the desk is a round porthole-like window, and there is a dreamcatcher-shaped wind chime hanging there.

There is a photo frame on the desk. It is not a photo, but a childish crayon drawing of a man, a woman and a little girl. The three of them are raising their hands and cheering on the green grass.

Overall, the room was not big, and could barely be considered cozy, except for the ghost in the corridor outside the door, who was bleedingly approaching from its seven orifices.

Su Ming took off his cloak and threw it out the door, letting it play games with ghosts.

So a piece of translucent white cloth flew in front, and a piece of black cloth chased behind, and the ghost let out a scream of fear.

Who knew ghosts were so useless? Shaking his head, Su Ming stood up and prepared to look through those magic books. Zatanna must have brought everyone here for a reason. At the same time, she could also listen to the clues Bobo found.

But then Donna interrupted. She caught the orangutan and hugged her, then she moved closer to Deathstroke:

"In the past week, it has become popular for wizards to go gold hunting outside the multiverse. Bobo thinks this is a conspiracy. A certain mage from another world is using this to weaken the power of the mysterious side of the multiverse 1 and bring together wizards from different parallel worlds. Deceive and kill."

"Well, it doesn't necessarily mean killing them. Maybe they capture them as slaves and put a bomb in their heads to force them to work. Maybe this would be worse."

Bobo coughed dryly and added a little. He found that Donna seemed to have deliberately attached herself to the death knell, and she naturally hugged one of his arms while speaking, holding him more like a shield.

How is this going? It's not really a problem.

If you are as smart as him, just pretend you didn't see anything.

"Well, it's pretty much the same as my guess, so after you heard about a magical murder case of separated flesh and blood, you came to check it out immediately?" Deathstroke checked the bookshelf, and the first thing he took down was a fairy tale book, a picture book of Grimm's fairy tales.

I don’t know who drew the picture book. The charcoal line drawings make the story more eerie and terrifying. Logically speaking, it is not suitable for ordinary children at all.

However, Zatanna must have liked this book very much when she was a child, and some pages showed signs of being read frequently.

"Because the distance is not that far, it can be regarded as just a little effort. I walked out of the Oblivion Bar and ran to the bookstore in a few seconds." Diana sat back on the bed, gently rubbed her best friend's head, and looked at Zatanna's steady expression. Breathing, she relaxed a lot, and said with a smile on her lips: "I think Bobo is right, this time we should have touched the tail of the mysterious man."

"But we still don't know the other party's identity. Zatanna may have found out, but she obviously can't speak now." Bobo took a strong drag on his pipe, and the orangutan's lips turned into a rounded shape again.

The shadows swayed under the light, and a pale face gradually appeared on the window, bleeding from all its orifices in the rain. It was another ghost.

But the orangutan has no fluctuations in his heart, and even wants to laugh a little. Let’s not talk about the fact that there are three top warriors here, let’s talk about the fact that he is an orangutan. How can an orangutan be afraid of human ghosts? At least there has to be a gorilla ghost, right?

"I can handle all of this."

Su Ming put down the fairy tale picture book and flashed the white light ring outside the window. Even if the energy was not activated, the ghost was evaporated on the spot.

He then picked up another book and continued to read. At the same time, black bean sprouts sprouted from his shoulders, stretching out thin line-like tentacles towards Zatanna's head.

Diana bit her lip. She didn't have any means to stop Deathstroke. She just asked: "Wouldn't this hurt the brain? Also, don't look at her memories other than this incident. Xiao Zha is our friend."

"You're too late, the strangulation has been read."

Deathstroke pointed at the head of the bed with the book in his hand. The tentacles stretched out by Strangler Bean Sprouts were just a cover-up. There were already a few black threads connected to the mage's satin-like black hair. They were retracting them at this time. He spread his hands and said:

"It's a pity that there is nothing good to see. Our mage lady has imposed some kind of occlumency on her brain. She can't read any key things. She can only see some insignificant memories of her. All I know now is that she is doing beauty and beauty. I spent a lot of money on fitness.”

"It's such a waste. There are fitness equipment in the Hall of Justice." Donna shook her head. She wouldn't go to fitness. Want to exercise? Just go to Paradise Island and carry a big tree. Not only does it cost no money, but you can also build a stable or a pigsty.

But Bobo had already seen through everything. He held his pipe in his mouth and said quietly: "That's just because there are no handsome coaches in the gym of the Hall of Justice."

"Hey, stop talking about these digressions. What should we do next?" Diana sighed. Of course she knew the habits of her best friend. Xiao Zha's biggest hobbies were magic and handsome men: "Should we find another witch?" Come here and find a way to treat her so that she can at least wake up and tell you some clues?"

"It doesn't have to be so troublesome, because I have a backup plan, which is that it might take a while and be a little more troublesome."

Su Ming turned around, shook the book in his hand at several people, and took Detective Orangutan from Donna's arms:

"If she simply wants to heal her injuries, Zatanna has a lot of choices. She can go to Paradise Island to use the purple light healing device, she can go to the home of a familiar sorcerer to try the slime treatment, and she can even go to the Hall of Justice to use the ultimate healing device. Machine, but she didn’t do that, instead she asked you to take her to this haunted old house, in the wilderness of San Francisco, why?”

Bobo nodded, he also understood everything: "So she thinks there are clues here."

"Yes, it should be the magic used by the other party that reminded Zatanna of where she had seen it before. I met Lucifer on the way here. The enthusiastic Mr. Satan told me that the magic used by the murderer came from outside the multiverse, a long time ago He has seen it before. Then Zatanna is too young, she cannot have seen that magic with her own eyes, but has seen it in a certain book or scroll."

Diana helped Zatanna pull the quilt and stood up neatly: "Is this why you keep flipping through the book? Are you aware of it?"

"I have excluded the books in this room for the time being. I am not familiar with Shadow Crown Mansion, but generally speaking, a powerful magic family with hundreds of great mages in its ancestors should have its own magic library, right? Bobo?"

Deathstroke put down the introduction to magic in his hand. It was really an introductory book, describing various concepts of spiritual change of reality.

What everyone is looking for should be more profound books, and these enlightenment books in the bedroom have been excluded.

"It's logically correct. Sorcerers are secretive people who pay attention to the inheritance of masters and apprentices. Sectarian opinions are very common, especially in magic families. If you want to pass your magic to future generations, you must leave written information. We are looking for a magic book passed down from Xiao Zha’s family.”

The orangutan detective jumped down from Deathstroke's arms, straightened his deerstalker hat, took out his magnifying glass, and entered investigation mode.