The Death Knell

Almost every step in the stairwell was sticky, and the bodies had obviously bled profusely before they were dragged from downstairs into the cat's house.

This can't even be called a residential building. For the orangutan who has just played an escape room, this place is more like a haunted house.

He couldn't suppress his verbal inertia. After passing a large piece of human skin standing on the wall, he crooked his mouth and commented:

"He actually hammered people until they were stuck to the wall. It's so anti-human. Bad review."

As soon as he finished speaking, his ear was caught by a vine hanging from the ceiling, and the morning glory with forked tips spun rapidly. It was obvious that Poison Ivy heard his complaints and was trying to defend Harley.

But it was just a slapstick, and it wasn't enough to pull the orangutan's ears off. After playing with him for a while, the vines woven themselves into brooms and mops and started cleaning the stairs.

In this way, the three of them arrived outside Harley's apartment. She didn't even close the door, let alone sleep. Three women dressed like peasant women were cleaning the battlefield in the room.

It seems that the attackers raided everyone here. The furnishings and furniture in the house were smashed a lot. Just cleaning up the blood stains was a big project, and the work was not completed even after dawn.

Holding a red rag in her hand, Harley squatted near the door and scrubbed the floor. The electric hammer was leaning against the wall beside her.

When Harley heard the noise, she turned her head and saw Deathstroke. Her mouth turned into a Batman angle. She dropped the rag and threw herself over in tears. She fell into Su Ming's arms and said:

"Honey, they destroyed our home, yum yum yum!"

In fact, she is not sad at all. As an old Gothamite, first of all, you must understand that the old will not go without the new, and secondly, you must master various zero-dollar shopping techniques.

The refrigerator and TV at home, as well as the big bed, or any furniture that Su Ming could see, either came with it when she inherited the building, or they were picked up by her for zero yuan. Even if they were picked up today, If it's broken, it's just a little troublesome to pick it up again.

The purpose of her fake crying was just to make a joke by imitating strangulation.

"It seems you haven't slept. I thought you didn't mind sleeping in the sea of ​​blood." Su Ming kissed her face and nodded to Poison Ivy and Black Orchid as hello.

Little Sugar Bean smiled as if she had changed her face. She raised her hand and rubbed Little Fu Orang's head a few times. She was obviously a little surprised by the new feeling and said:

"If you and I are together, it doesn't matter where we sleep. Otherwise, even if I am an independent female superhero of the new era, I still don't have to choose my bedroom with a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood."

"Hey, so disgusting!" The orangutan jumped off Deathstroke's shoulder. The distance was too close. He couldn't bear the tone. While looking for a place to sit in the room, he quickly rubbed his arm with his palm: "Also, None of us are superheroes."

"Hehe, you, a single gorilla, won't understand. Besides, dividing the human collective into pure good guys or pure bad guys? This is the biggest joke."

Harley took the opportunity to slap the orangutan's butt and let out a clear laugh. Although her face was still covered with dark circles caused by lack of rest, her spirit was very happy.

The argument against categorizing people resonated with Polaris. She looked at Harry carefully with curious eyes, looking at the female doctor's two-colored ponytail and her excessively red mouth.

She doesn't look like a psychiatrist, but more like someone who needs to see a psychiatrist, but she sounds very sensible when she talks.

Overcoming her fear of the psychiatrist, she still took the initiative to talk to the doctor: "Well, this lady, I want to thank you for what happened before. I seemed to be a little out of control at that time."

"Oh, dear sister, there is no need to be so serious." Harley slipped out of Deathstroke's arms, hugged Lorna's waist, and kissed her cheekily: "Who hasn't had a chance to get into trouble? ? Your bipolar disorder is only mild in Arkham, and you don’t need to take medicine or electrotherapy. You just need some fun to make yourself happy."

"Happy...but it's hard for me to be happy." Polaris twisted a little unnaturally: "There's no reason, I'm just in a low mood."

"Then let me give you a cat? How about it? Pets will be very helpful to you, and they are easy to raise. Just feed it some dead people occasionally. It doesn't cost a penny." The doctor prescribed the medicine in a serious manner. The appearance of the ground.

I don't know if it will work, but it sounds interesting.

"Uh, let me think about it..." Lorna was actually a little moved. She seemed to have blind trust in the doctor who helped her.

Harley herself found it a bit incredible. She turned her head and glanced at Deathstroke, making a long face to secretly express that she was also surprised.

After all, this kind of proposal is not acceptable to everyone, but then she smiled even happier:

"Good sister, you have a talent for having fun, but don't worry, there is plenty of time for you to make a decision. But now, let's talk about what new discoveries you have made."

"We did find something, so we came down to Alba to help." Su Ming spread his palms and motioned for Black Orchid to come over and take a look: "These are the little beetles Bobo found on the clothes of the attackers. I want you to help me." Contact the Red of All Beings to find out where this thing comes from.”

"Well, it looks quite cute." Alba took off her cabbage hood, revealed her beautiful face, and took over the beetle: "Doesn't this seem to be a species we have on earth, an alien creature?"

"More than that, it might be from outside the multiverse." Bobo sat on the only intact sofa in the room, pushed aside Harley's scattered clothes, and dug a shelter for himself in the hill of dirty clothes. : "Death Knell read the memories of the dead and said that they were all clones, sent by Desaad to deal with Poison Ivy."

Poison Ivy, who was mopping the floor silently, was suddenly mentioned. She tilted her head with an expression as if she didn't hear clearly, with a faint smile:

"Wait, you said it was against me? Oh, just these bastards? The street gangsters in Gotham are more capable than them, and there is also a man named Disad, although I have never seen him at all, but I Sooner or later I'll twist his head off."

"We don't know yet what tricks he and Darkseid are going to play, but Ivy, don't take it lightly. All Green is not invincible, otherwise Swamp Monster will not die."

Su Ming, who was waiting for Alba's feedback, reminded Poison Ivy, took out a cigarette, lit it himself, puffed out the smoke and said:

"They may want to affect the balance of life by attacking the Parliament of Life, because in the anti-life equation, 'life' equals 'death'... But the intelligence feedback has not yet come, and we still don't know what happened during the blackout. What did DeSaad and the clone death squads he sent do?"

Harley suddenly slapped her forehead. She hugged Lorna in her arms and asked Su Ming: "Speaking of this, didn't you ask Batman about Greer? What was the result?"

"I sent Batwoman to him, and soon, Kate will tell me the answer."

Deathstroke, who was smoking and leaning against the door, smiled at her. This was all part of the plan.