The Death Knell

Su Ming shook his head. Sometimes when dealing with people, you still have to do it yourself.

Although Captain Rabbit is cute, his three-petal mouth often leaks, and he always makes some wrong remarks with comedic effect. This is the personal influence brought about by his cartoon character positioning.

Besides, the British fried fish and mashed potatoes can also taste good, but eating potatoes every day will easily cause pantothenic acidosis in the stomach.

"Manchester in 1819? Are you a worker representative in the city?" Death Knell, smoking a cigarette, took a few steps forward and started talking to the middle-aged gentleman.

"How did you tell?"

The other party was obviously a little surprised, because in his own opinion, his dress should be similar to that of the gentlemen riding in the car, and he should be very decent.

"Guess, because the people who can be involved in the wild world are often the ones who are at the center of the place where the tragedy happened, and they are the most critical people."

Deathstroke handed the other party a glass of beer. In order to prove that it was not poisonous, he poured himself a glass from the same bottle and took a few sips before saying:

"You mentioned the year and place, and all I can think of is the Peter Road Massacre. You were supposed to be one of the victims, but you were saved by a time traveler. But after the time traveler left, the timeline you were in was different from the Lord. The flow of time was contradictory, so it collapsed, so from a certain perspective, you who were 'resurrected from the dead' became a 'superfluous' person, washed here by the Speed ​​Force."

After listening to the words of the one-eyed man in front of him, the middle-aged man's face finally showed an expression, changing from surprise to nostalgia, and then to regret and regret:

"Yes, sir, what you said is exactly the same as what Jay told me. It seems that you understand our difficulties very well."

"Yes, of course I understand, and I feel the same way. In fact, I think what you did at the time was right. Protesting on behalf of the workers against the capitalists who exploited you was because the war and the Corn Laws made it impossible for you to survive. Anyone would want to protest."

Deathstroke patted the other person's arm, took the initiative to toast with the man, and continued in a heart-to-heart tone:

"At that time, you gathered 80,000 male and female workers on the streets, just to express your attitude and demand some reasonable treatment. But none of you expected that the capitalists would bribe the parliament and let the politicians and generals send out the people who were killed in 1815. The British Hussars, who defeated Napoleon's army at Waterloo, massacred you with their heavy cavalry."

As he said this, Deathstroke's arm unconsciously put its arm on the gentleman's shoulder, and patted him gently in a comforting manner.

The other party's expression soon turned into anger. Although it had been more than two hundred years since he fell here, but the death knell evoked those memories, he would certainly feel angry and annoyed.

Roger, on the other hand, was talking to Bobo in a low voice: "Have the British on your Earth ever done this kind of thing? We haven't done that over there."

"I don't know. I'm over forty years old, but I don't know what happened in Britain two hundred years ago. And I guess the source of Deathstroke's information is not memory. He doesn't seem like a person who likes history. "

The orangutan answered like this. Anyway, he could see that Deathstroke communicated very well with the other party. Didn't he invite everyone to sit down and chat in the big house?

How else could Su Ming know about this? Of course, I have to ask the adjutant. I know the year and place, and find out what happened at that time. Isn't this easy?

"Damn capitalists, may their souls fall into hell and be burned by fire forever. Greed has turned them into inhuman monsters. You must know that there were ladies and children in the crowd at that time!"

When the mood reached the point, the middle-aged man even shed tears during the comforting patting, which was obviously very painful.

"Yes, all the black-hearted nobles should be hanged from street lamps, just like the nasty French guys did in 1789." Deathstroke echoed, poured him another glass of wine, and toasted as he walked.

When chatting with Americans you meet in a fast food restaurant, scolding the President of the United States is a good topic. Similarly, when chatting with British people you don't know, the first choice should be to chat about the weather.

In the wild world, the weather is nothing to talk about and everything is littering, so you can only choose the second priority topic, which is breast milk.

In the era when middle-aged gentlemen lived, it was absolutely correct to scold Napoleon and the French, and the British loved to hear that.

So if you find the right method, things will become simple. One person will cry about the depression of the year, and the other will scold the black-hearted capitalists and the French. The relationship between the two parties will soon become extremely harmonious.

Even when entering the building called the Parliament Hall, the gentleman who had been wary of everyone before held the elbow of the death knell and asked him to enter first, which can be said to be polite and polite.

The conference hall in this village looks like a small wooden castle, three stories high.

Various races exist in the outpost. Su Ming has noticed a lot of yellow-skinned and black-haired humans before, but it seems that the survivor who can build a house should be a medieval Westerner, because in addition to the castle, this village has Outside, there are various broken wooden farmhouses.

But okay, although this conference building looks simple, it is small and well-equipped. There is a nice hall inside. Not far from the giant food-making machine, there is a long metal table. There are projectors and other office equipment on the floor, and there is a new-style sweeping robot in the corner.

There is no doubt that they should all be picked up, but it doesn't matter, there are fresh alien fruits in the refrigerator over there that you can eat. Isn't waiting here for Jesse to come back better than standing stupidly in the square outside?

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When Jesse Quick and Jay returned from running to meet friends and returned with the Speed ​​Force, they saw Deathstroke and many residents of the village chatting happily together.

He speaks human words to people and lies to ghosts. As long as Deathstroke can tell where and what era the other person comes from, he can find a suitable topic and make others regard him as a friend.

The girl was led into the door by the old man. Deathstroke was telling an ape dressed as a caveman about 'postpartum care for dinosaurs'. The ape, who had cross-eyed eyes and didn't look very clever, nodded repeatedly and made silly noises. laughter.

"Ah, you're back." Bobo, who was eating melon seeds and watching a show, spit out the melon seed peels. He nodded to the two of them speechlessly: "You came just in time, do you want to eat melon seeds? Deathstroke brought them from another earth. "

The old Jay did not outperform the young girl. He was so tired that he almost collapsed. He found a chair to sit down when he entered the room, took Bobo's melon seeds and stuffed them into his mouth.

As soon as the lightning flashed, only a pile of melon seed shells were left. As sunflower seeds, sunflower seeds contain a lot of oil. Oil is a high-calorie food. After eating this small handful, he could finally catch his breath.

"The Barry Allen you are looking for may indeed have come to our world. I had noticed the appearance of other Speed ​​Force users before, so I left the outpost to investigate."

He spoke very simply, just like the heroes of the older generation. He never had any twists and turns, and he just kept the word simplicity throughout his life.