The Death Knell

To search for clues in the clothes, Bobo alone was enough. Su Ming only had to make sure that no cat came and blew the hair on the back of the orangutan's neck.

Really, if he is not tall and has giant disease, is the back of his neck some sort of weakness?

But the little orangutan is a detective, and one of the best detectives on the planet. He is stronger than many humans and is known as the Sherlock Holmes of the animal world.

Perhaps because of the different perspective, he can often find clues that tall humans cannot detect.

While he was rummaging through the dead people's clothes, Su Ming leaned on the window sill and looked out at the street through the reinforced glass.

It was very lively, and the city seemed to come alive. The traffic lights on the street were on, vehicles were coming and going, office workers were swearing and rushing to catch the subway, and the morning news on TV could be heard from the fast food restaurants on the roadside.

New York is really different from Gotham. Although the physical distance between the two is not far, this is a normal city. At least you can see the morning sun rising between the tall buildings.

However, everyone who likes Gotham has their own reasons, such as Kate's housekeeper Julia, who only sunbathes in Gotham, just the little bit of light that occasionally shines through the gaps in the dark clouds.

Really let her go to the beach in Miami? She also disliked the strong sunlight there.

Having said that, today's human dependence on electricity has become a lifestyle habit. When getting up every morning, whether it is making coffee or toasting bread, listening to music on the way to work or scrolling through Twitter, all of these require electricity.

We usually take the existence of electricity for granted, but once it is lost, humans will be like going back two hundred years ago, and the resulting changes will leave most people at a loss.

"Sinestro still doesn't understand humans, otherwise his Yellow Lantern Corps would have developed long ago, because modern humans have one more thing to fear that they didn't have in the past, and that's mobile phone battery."

Although it’s not a big deal, maybe no one will call you all day long, but when you go out and hear the beeping alarm sound of the phone’s battery power being lower than 20%, most people will fall into an inexplicable feeling. of panic.

Su Ming himself suffered from it in his previous life, but now he is better. With his adjutant on call 24/7, he no longer has to worry about the trouble caused by his cell phone running out of battery.

"What you say makes sense." The orangutan was tumbling over things while talking to Deathstroke. He held a pipe and squinted his eyes: "But sometimes, we should be glad that guys like Darkseid don't understand that much."

"The human heart is the most complicated thing. Except for the king, who can say that he completely understands it? Forget it, let's not mention this topic. The citizens outside have started to go to work. Have you found any clues? Also, New York There used to be liquid metal robots on the streets, but now I can’t see any of them.”

"Ask Superman or The Flash. If they wanted to collect the bodies of robots, it would only take a matter of seconds to clean up the streets of the world."

Even the Flying Maze was captured and taken away by Deathstroke. When the mad doctor was captured alive, the robots lay down together. Bobo rubbed his smooth chin, and the black hair flowed between his fingers. His expression was still With a little intoxication, as if he was very comfortable, he said:

"As for the discovery, there is one, but I'm not sure. Come and see if this is a clue?"

As he spoke, he carefully handed Deathstroke a small bug, a very inconspicuous micro beetle.

Contrary to the normal seven-spotted ladybug, the carapace of this little beetle is completely black. Instead, there are seven small red dots as embellishments on it, like a few red powders sprinkled on black paper.

The bug itself was very small. It was stuck under the fold of the collar of a suit of clothes. It was pinched by the orangutan at the fingertips and it looked like it was trying to escape. Its six legs kept kicking up to the sky.

"Oh? The seven red stars are not the yellow-spotted ladybug, nor the red-star ladybug. Could it be... the 'reverse seven-star ladybug'?"

Just like if there are monitors, there are anti-monitors, and if there are anti-life equations, there are life equations. Perhaps insects can also be counter-attacks?

But this was just a cold joke, just to tease the little beetle. As he spoke, Su Ming took over the little beetle and spread it out in the palm of his hand to observe.

He found that although this thing was very small, it had a multi-eyed structure on its head that looked very much like a spider. The red eyes contained an indescribable evil spirit. This was not a characteristic of a ladybug.

The beetle wanted to flap its wings and take off, but it was obviously suppressed by clothes and had some injuries. It couldn't fly at all, and the strangulated palms made it even more restless.

Bobo, who was squatting next to a pile of dirty clothes, stood up, gritted his teeth and hit his lower back with his backhand, then took off the pipe from his mouth and knocked it on his knees a few times:

"Not only you, I have never seen this kind of insect. From my experience, there is a high probability that it is not a species on our planet. But now is not the time to name it, and you don't need to win the Nobel Prize in Biology. No? It would be better to find out where this thing originated, and where it crawled on these dead people before they were alive."

"Then we have to use black orchids." Su Ming nodded. Since there are people downstairs who can contact the red of all living beings and investigate the source of this bug, it will not be in vain: "I just don't know if they woke up, or they may still be there." playing?"

After waving goodbye to the cats, Su Ming waved to Lorna under the big tree in the center of the room, gesturing for her to follow.

Polaris made up his mind, squatted down and hugged the fat cat next to his feet. He probably didn't mind that it had eaten dead people, and then walked over quickly:

"Did you find anything? Mr. Wilson."

"You don't have to be so polite. You can call me Slade or Su." Deathstroke nodded with a smile, opened the door and walked into the stairwell. Like all old apartments, there were narrow winding corridors here: "I did find something interesting. , now go downstairs to talk to someone, by the way, this is the home of the psychiatrist who enlightened you before, this building belongs to her, and she also raised those cats just now."

The footsteps of the three people going downstairs echoed in the limited space. Polaris nodded, looking at the dark red dried blood stains left behind after being dragged on the stairs, she took a deep breath.

She only thought of Hannibal, a cannibalistic psychiatrist, and she had seen a series of movies produced by Wilson Films. From then on, she did not even dare to close her eyes when seeing a psychiatrist.

"I didn't have time to thank her before." Lorna raised her hands to push back her green hair. She cheered up and tried to smile: "But can you tell me first, she Just feeding human corpses to cats, I don’t eat humans, right?”

"Well!"

Before Su Ming could speak, Bobo, who climbed up on his shoulder, held his chin and made a vague sound, as if he was really remembering something.

But after seeing that Lorna really couldn't laugh, he smiled evilly and shook his head:

"Just kidding. Although Harley is crazy, heartless, and noisy, she doesn't eat people. However, no one in old Gotham, except those from the Bat Family, can be sure that she will eat dinner every day. What exactly are the sausages made of..."