The Death Knell

Behind the door is a slightly dim hall, because everything here is covered with a layer of dust, and it looks like an abandoned old house.

The decorations and displays are all in good condition, and the walls made of colorful building blocks are not damaged. You can just reach out and rub it on any table to make it shine again.

"Sneeze!" Bobo took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his mouth and nose: "Why is there dust here? I always thought that the speed force plane was very clean."

"There is a lawn outside the door, and there is naturally soil, so it is not surprising that there is dust inside the theater." Su Ming stood at the entrance and looked at the stairs leading to the second floor. The building seemed to have only three floors, which was not special. Magnificent.

It is called a theater, but it is really only the size of an ordinary theater. Even including the floating island at its feet, the area is not as large as the Paris Opera House.

But it is more like an astronomical museum, with a three-story circular corridor surrounding a circular open space in the middle. The architectural form is a bit like a Fujian earth building, except that there are multiple roofs above the hall.

It wouldn't be difficult to find a large prop in a place like this that could project all the flow of time.

Bobo just complained about the dust problem, then patted his black fur claws exposed outside his sleeves and walked away. He chose to investigate the first floor. Since Deathstroke said there was no danger here, he could just wander around. .

"Jesse, please accompany Bobo. Roger, go to the second floor. I'll go to the third floor by myself." Su Ming slowly floated up in the hall and assigned tasks to everyone: "This place is not very big. After you find something, Just shout."

Rabbit nodded in agreement and turned into a stream of red and yellow light and flew into the second floor. Although he was not a detective, Deathstroke knew exactly what he was looking for, so his super vision was not in vain.

Everyone had a task. Su Ming flew up to the third floor and started investigating.

To put it simply, he let Hangsha rummage through the boxes and cabinets, and then he walked around casually, smoking and drinking at the same time.

Thousands of tentacles flowed out from behind him, and the black tentacles were covered with large and small eyes. The details of the 360-degree panorama were strangled and sent into the host's mind, and the scope of exploration also expanded rapidly.

Whenever this happens, Su Ming wants to sing a song from his past life, "You are my eyes" or something like that.

Although he appears to have only one eye, he may actually have the most eyes of any human being.

"Hey."

Strangler said yes, it and the host are a whole, regardless of each other. If the host wants, the whole body can be covered with those small eyes, with eyes growing out of every pore.

Calculated based on the host's height and skin area, this is about 2.3 million eyes. With such a compound eye structure, seeing people should feel very three-dimensional, right?

"Stop it. The pores all over the body are covered with eyes. That's too deformed. I've never seen that kind of ancient god's creation in the Cancerous Universe..."

I just felt like I saw the death knell covered with 'blackheads' silently waving his hands, stopping the strangulation from continuing to convey this idea, and setting the tone for this matter:

"I'll record this form idea first. I'll look like this next Halloween and try to scare and disgust Wade."

"Uh-huh-huh."

The connected strangulation chuckled, it was already looking forward to it.

The environment on the third floor of the theater is similar to that of the lobby on the first floor. From one side of the corridor, you can directly see the lobby below, and the air quality is relatively better.

On the other side of the corridor, there are small houses separated from each other. Most of the rooms are empty, only dust and some colorful building materials.

I don’t know what these rooms were originally used for.

No, it should be said that these rooms should not exist in the first place, because no one has lived here at all, right? Even if a few speedsters have been here in the past and conducted observation operations, they only after seeing the answer they want He left and no one lived here.

So who did the Speed ​​Force prepare these rooms for?

"Hey."

At this moment, Strangler retracted, and it discovered something, which was transmitted to the host through neural connections.

It should be the control room of the entire building, and there are corpses in it, in a room not far away on the third floor.

Su Ming leaned out half of his body in the corridor and shouted down:

"I found it, come up here!"

The next second, Superman Rabbit and Jesse holding the orangutan were at his side in an instant, so fast and swift that there was no delay at all.

"Did you find it? You are indeed more lucky." Bobo tidied his hair and put on his deer hunting hat again: "Where is it? Let's take a look together."

"This way, come."

After walking about a hundred meters around the curved corridor, Su Ming raised his leg and kicked open a door, signaling to his teammates to come in.

In the past, strangulation was done by sneaking in through the cracks in the door and peeping, but almost all the small rooms in this building have their doors locked, which is very interesting.

This is a small room, about fifteen square meters. After four people came in, it even felt a little crowded.

Because in addition to people, there are also many strange-looking instruments and equipment piled in this room, which are also colorful and look very dreamy.

In front of the instrument lay a human corpse. This corpse was so shriveled that only skin and bones were left. It was wearing the Flash uniform, but the dust on its body had turned it into gray-white. It felt like it was dug out of a desert somewhere. Like mummies.

In his arms, he held a colorful object like a disco light ball, about the size of a pumpkin.

"Tsk, it seems like it's not as safe here as you said." Bobo jumped out of Jesse's arms, landed on one knee in the same posture as the Terminator, and tiptoed towards the body.

As soon as he got started, a strange expression appeared on his black-haired face, because he just touched the corpse lightly, and the skin and bones of the corpse collapsed like dry flour and turned into dust.

"If you want to know the cause of his death, I suggest using a lot of glue to shape him first. After the glue dries, take it back to the Hall of Justice and hand it over to the Science Department for research. The judgment I can give now is that he should be an abnormality. The Barry of this world has been dead for at least hundreds of years, and his bones have been completely weathered.”

Bobo is a detective, but when you encounter a corpse like this, you should call an archaeologist. He has nothing to say.

Then he imitated the mummy and made a painful expression with his mouth wide open, indicating another discovery he made, that is, the person may have been in pain and suddenly before death.

But whether it was the surprise that caused his jaw to drop, or the roar of pain, it was impossible to tell.

"Oh my God, is this also Barry?" Captain Rabbit was a little sad. He pressed his chest and paid silent tribute to the body. Then he looked at the death knell: "I didn't expect Barry to die here. We can find his home. Where? Maybe we can send him back, at least the uniform and... ashes can be sent back."

"It's probably a bit difficult to identify which parallel Earth Barry he is. There are too many Barrys in the multiverse, and there are even more beyond the multiverse."

It's a pity that Deathstroke had no intention of protecting the body. While speaking with sympathy, he let Zhu Zhu pull the huge light ball out of the corpse's arms, once again causing damage to the mummy:

"But Jesse, do you want to inherit this Flash uniform? Look, he still has a lightning ring."

"I reject."

Although girls have heard of the idea of ​​inheriting uniforms, it is more of a spiritual inheritance from retired or fallen superheroes. I have never heard of inheriting the uniforms directly from the corpse. This is too unhygienic and unlucky.

What's the difference between this and taking off the bandages from a mummy and wrapping them around yourself?