The Death Knell

"Whatever you say, Master of the Night."

When Detective Orangutan and Diana asked for drinks, Tracy couldn't help complaining, "You are the boss here, do you still have to pay for drinks?"

Since you don't have to pay, why stress about a few pints?

Bobo unhappily paused his wine glass on the bar, and the heavy bar made a muffled sound.

"Damn, Tracy, I told you not to call me that."

Diana pursed her lips: "She just said Master of the Night...?"

The orangutan took the flying wine glass, twirled it on the bar with his fingers, lowered his head and said quietly: "You also saw that thing, it almost happened before our eyes, Jim stood behind us... and then He was killed by a perverted Batman wearing a patterned mask."

"He is the only one who is the Master of the Night. I inherited his sword, his bar, and the magical dimension Maia. This is a heavy responsibility, but his name should go with him."

As the orangutan detective spoke, he pulled out a long sword from his jacket pocket, as if it was taken out of another dimension.

Although it is called Night Blade, it is a bright, luminous magic sword.

"You want to protect a dimension?" Diana had never known how to maintain a magical dimension, so she felt a lot of pressure from Bobo's responsibility.

The orangutan slapped the night blade on the bar counter like a pack of cards. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip, frowning.

"It actually doesn't feel bad, drinking in the place where your best friend died, with a huge sword of duty hanging above your head."

Seeing the pain on the orangutan's face, Diana couldn't bear it: "Tracy shouldn't joke about this."

Bobo quickly concealed his sadness and focused on the wine glass again: "I once knew her father, Terry Surting, codenamed 'Devil Breaker', and he always insisted that I was not a monkey. , but some comedian in a holster...Tracy is a good kid, if she hadn't just turned my beer into cider."

The punk girl tilted her head and showed a sly smile: "That's not apple juice."

Bobo rolled his eyes and turned towards Diana again: "I thought about it carefully. She is a devil. Can you summon the Justice League to deal with her?"

"Ha." Diana smiled, at least the Forgotten Bar had not changed.

"Okay, let's talk about something more cheerful, like corpses." Bobo put on his detective hat and jumped down from the bar stool.

This wine is out of the question, Tracy will turn all his beer into cider.

"Huh?" Diana didn't understand what the orangutan detective meant for a moment.

"I mean, you found a lot of sorcerer corpses before, right, where are they now?"

"I notified the Justice League, and there will be logistics personnel to take the body back to the Justice League Dark headquarters beneath the Hall of Justice."

Diana understood that Bobo wanted to see the condition of the body and maybe find something.

The so-called logistics personnel are actually the former Black Hawk Squadron. After they were incorporated by Zhenglian, they were not of much use, so Batman assigned them to deal with the aftermath.

Such as rescuing people from collapsing buildings, or compensating for accidental damage caused by other heroes.

"Okay, let's go. I know I'm not the Archmage Sargon you're looking for, but I'm the only one here." Bobo tidied the hair on his face with his palms to make himself look more energetic: " But it’s not because of my handsome appearance that I got the title of Detective Orangutan, so let’s go investigate now.”

"Of course, but you seem to have never noticed that I didn't come alone." Wonder Woman scratched her temples and pointed into the darkness behind her.

Bobo looked behind her and saw Deathstroke and an annoying person drinking...

"Damn it, Kang... No, if it wasn't for Constantine's magic that went wrong and he grew breasts, then it must be my eyesight." The orangutan detective put away the night blade on the bar. He never thought about it. Will see Arabelle here again.

"Hey Bobo, you fuzzy smartass."

Bobo covered his head. He felt a headache. It was really Arabelle, the female devil.

She was serious and talked to him!

There is an upper limit to the power that a pocket universe like the Forgotten Bar can contain, and if Alberta drinks too much, she has no scruples when it comes to acting crazy.

Master An Ye had been wary of her in every possible way before he was alive.

As for Deathstroke, he recognized the other immediately, and Wonder Woman would only be willing to act with that Deathstroke.

"Go, go quickly, take this damn succubus and get out of here with me." The orangutan opened the door of the bar. There is a quick passage directly to the headquarters of the Justice League Dark.

"It really makes me sad, Bobo." Alberta stood up, holding the wine bottle in one hand and rubbing the orangutan's head with the other. He only reached her waist: "Have you forgotten the happiness we both had that night? Really? Huh?"

If Bobo hadn't been covered in black hair, everyone would have seen a black line hanging from his head at this time.

"Are you talking about the time when you were drunk and crazy here, tied me up with hell magic, and fed me bananas all night? Don't make it so easily misunderstood!"

Alberta tilted her head, a smile appeared on her beautiful face: "I thought we were a breeder and a pet, you are so heartless!"

Bobo sighed and raised his head to look at Diana: "Are you sure we want to take this cursed life-size Barbie doll with us?"

Su Ming answered the question on behalf of Diana. He walked towards the bar from the darkness: "Yes, I'm sure, we are going to investigate what went wrong with the magic now. So if there is no spellcaster in the team, who can do the professional work?" judge?"

The orangutan detective stretched out his hand to Su Ming: "Give me a cigarette, a cigar or something, the stronger the better."

Su Ming gave him a Wilson cigarette, and he lit it and took a deep breath. He felt that he had been tricked by Deathstroke last time, tricking him into driving the Dome to the multiverse to recruit people, but when he came back, he was killed by Barbatos. Came a shot.

If he hadn't reacted quickly enough, he would have turned into gorilla gray.

But Deathstroke was right. Apart from Alberta, a sorcerer who would do anything for money, they could not find a spellcaster willing to take action.

Constantine? Not as good as her.

"Okay, okay, as long as you can ensure that she doesn't come within two meters of me, we will act together."

Bobo made a compromise. He wanted to prove to the people in the magic world that although he was not the Master of the Dark Night, he could still solve the crisis in the magic world.

"Well, if you think two meters is a safe range to protect against mages, I can certainly agree to it." Su Ming looked at Bobo with some sympathy, put on his mask, and walked towards the portal first.

Alberta licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, and used the hell flames to materialize a big banana in her hand. She nodded to Bobo with a pointed smile and followed the footsteps of the death knell.

The orangutan detective looked up to the sky and sighed. He felt so tired before he started taking action. What should he do?

There is no way, the matter has reached this point, there is no way to retreat.

He returned to the bar and drank all the apple juice in the glass, then quickly followed the footsteps of several people.

"Farke!"