The Death Knell

While Deathstroke went to find Barry and entered the plane of the Speed ​​Force for a secret conversation, time in the Almighty Universe was still flowing normally, like a clear spring flowing from a high mountain, or like an apple affected by gravity.

Obviously the gravity acceleration experienced by the two is the same, but if you imagine a point in the continuous water flow and let it fall from the same height as the apple, people will feel that the former is slow and the latter is fast.

This is the illusion that countless other 'points' in time continuity can give people.

For some unknown purpose, Manhattan gave out important information, but Su Ming's preparations still took time.

At the same time, in a small town located on the US-Mexico border, a lone pedestrian was walking on the empty streets.

He looked dusty and exhausted, but there was a burning desire in his eyes, which scanned the buildings on the street like some kind of predator.

This is not the process of a man in mid-life crisis looking for a prostitute on the way to get off work, because he desires to obtain rather than give. A prostitute will empty out a person's wallet and his body at the same time, leaving only a short-term pleasure. There wasn't even time to reflect.

What he wants is long-term happiness, or, in other words, capital that will allow him to live a good life for a long time.

In addition, this man has no money now, and this town seems to be haunted by no one. Even though the sun is in the sky, it is still eerily quiet.

He was looking for the ‘loner’.

Few people have ever seen the lone traveler take steps, because wherever he wants to go, it's often more like the world moves in front of him.

He was once imprisoned underground in the Hall of Justice and briefly lived as a neighbor to a certain clown, but Batman also knew that neither of these two people could be imprisoned.

After a mysterious and uninvestigable invasion, one of the three Jokers dies and the Lone Wanderer disappears.

Recently, some news has been secretly spread by word of mouth, saying that the lone traveler has a treasure that he is willing to share, provided that he is found, in this remote town, in a certain house that least looks like a house.

It may be a residential house or a supermarket, but the biggest difference is that it is a two-dimensional plane.

For example, it is like the background of many old-fashioned western movies in Hollywood studios. It is a "facade" that stands up. When you open the door and enter it, you will see nothingness.

The middle-aged man is such a person who is attracted by the news. He wants the treasure, wants to feel proud in front of his family, so that his wife will no longer force him to sleep on the sofa, so that the children will no longer roll their eyes at him. He wants to use super Ability to make a lot of money and reach the peak of life.

Perhaps it was the simple desire in his heart that finally moved the world. It was hard to say whether anyone had come to this eerily quiet town before him, but he really found the house described in the rumors.

It looked like a tall piece of cardboard, but when you opened the door, you fell into a dark space.

It's not completely dark. There is a simple folding table with a long-necked lamp on the table. The yellow light bulb casts a round light spot.

Not far from the table, something seemed to be moving.

"Hello, this is right?"

He shouted into the darkness and walked towards the tabletop in the light. As the distance got closer, he quickly made out a vague outline.

It was a man wearing a red cloak and a red and black clown tights. He was sitting in the darkness with a somewhat sad face. Hearing his question, he raised his head, stepped forward, and entered the light.

"Psychic Pirate, I found this building, but I didn't expect it to be real."

The man happily sat down at the table and put down the briefcase he had been holding, looking a little impatient.

"It's me." The man known as the Mind Pirate was not happy. He just sighed and watched the man sit down.

"Oh, this is the mask, right? It's so beautiful." The man wearing glasses turned his attention to the table. In the light of the desk lamp, a mask that looked like it was made of gold was lying there quietly. : "The rumors are true, right?"

The mind pirate put his hands on his knees and rubbed them: "What do you know?"

"I heard that someone else can find you. Put on this mask and answer three questions, and you will give them part of your endless power." The man rubbed his palms together, obviously impatient.

He gained power just by sitting down and answering questions, and he felt like he was participating in a quiz, like Millionaire on TV.

"No power is endless."

The pirate shook his head. He wanted to chat with someone, but the people who came were not smart people. No one could answer the last three questions.

The middle-aged man didn't mind. He patted his big beer belly and said, "Okay, but you have the ability to affect the entire emotional spectrum. That ability is already strong enough, so it's not bad to get a little bit of it."

"Maybe, but do you know what happens to those people if they don't answer the question?"

The Mind Pirate took a deep breath, and when he saw that the visitor had made up his mind, he gave one last piece of advice.

Not everyone can wear the Medusa Mask casually. It can not only control other people's emotional spectrum, but also passively amplify the wearer's various feelings.

If the wearer feels happy, the happiness will be magnified hundreds or thousands of times, making people laugh crazily.

If you feel sad while wearing it, the sadness will be amplified, making people want to commit suicide on the spot.

The mind pirates themselves don't dare to wear gadgets all the time. Although it is a source of power, it is also a double-edged sword.

But while he was speaking, the middle-aged man had already taken off his glasses and put the mask on his face. The deal was already done:

"All I heard was that they were gone."

The moment he put on the mask, it seemed to come alive and attached to his face. It fit so well that he couldn't even pull it off.

There was some strange smell in the nasal cavity. Although he didn't know why and had never smelled it before, the middle-aged man knew that it was sweet joy, sweet fear, sweet anger, and sweet sadness.

Yes, the Medusa Mask feeds on all emotions, and it certainly makes all food smell delicious.

"Okay, it seems you can't wait. The first question is, what can we 'know'?" The Mind Pirates no longer dissuaded, but directly entered the questioning process, because in the past, there were not too many such people, and It seems that the only person who can wear the Medusa mask and remain immortal is himself.

"Oh, I like this question. We can feel light because we have eyes and because we have lungs to breathe. Without these tools, we would know nothing."

The man answered immediately without thinking. Although he looked ugly and had a funny figure, because his hometown was Gotham, he was quick-thinking:

"So my answer is that we are limited by this physical body, and what we can know is what our sensory organs want us to know."

After hearing this answer, the mind pirate's beautiful blue eyes rolled, a look of recognition appeared on his face, and he smiled playfully:

"That's a good answer, I accept it."