The Death Knell

The structure of the research institute seemed very monotonous. The metal walls were painted with white paint, and the halls were threaded together like candied haws. This made Su Ming feel like it was an ancient tomb rather than a research facility.

Boring and depressing, if he were a scientist here, he would definitely go crazy.

Whose research institute is built like this? Do you think it is safer to have a door to block it?

Su Ming couldn't understand their thoughts, but must move on.

In the next few rooms, they saw all kinds of monsters. They were all born from the experiments of those mad scientists. The manufacturing methods were all the same cruel, and at the same time, the results were also unreliable. Spectrum.

They created sponge men that could quickly absorb water. They probably wanted to dry off the Atlanteans' bodies during close combat, causing them to die of dehydration.

They also made convex lenses that could gather light, probably to blind the eyes of deep-sea creatures, thus giving them an advantage.

There is also a monster whose first half is a fish and the second half is a human. What is this? In the eyes of scientists at that time, was this what the Atlanteans looked like?

The creatures in these jars or other containers were destroyed by Su Ming.

Rather than saying this is a biochemical research institute, it is more like an Amazonian toy production factory.

Cindy didn't know what expression she should make. Indian Mountain, which is minus 11 on earth, is not as dangerous as Su Ming said. This is a good thing. But seeing the Amazon Council killing people like this and having fun in the name of war, she felt a little embarrassed.

In a life-and-death war, it is understandable to create new weapons, but how does this look like a weapon?

"Huh...are these people planning to use their works to laugh the Atlanteans to death? If this is really the case, I have to say that what they created are all killer weapons."

Cindy sighed, supported her chin with the handle of the pistol, and waited for Barbara to open the new door. After these few rooms, she had become immune to all kinds of evil creations. At the same time, she began to think about whether the Fool was an ancestor. Have you ever worked in a place like this?

The scientists here are definitely madmen, and they are incompetent madmen. The products of Professor Pig Face are more reliable than theirs. At least her pig-headed voodoo dolls are really bloody.

Su Ming waited quietly and tilted his head towards Cindy to continue. The technology tree in this world is really poisonous, and he doesn't want to say anything.

Then, the door opened again, and this time a familiar scene appeared in front of everyone.

"Zombies?" Cindy fired immediately. It was unclear what caused these zombies, or whether long-range weapons were safer.

Su Ming also fired almost immediately, aiming at the zombies' heads based on experience, and pulled the trigger.

Zombies rarely appear in the DC universe, but it is not impossible. After all, there are always people who like to study the things between death and death, and this kind of research will always lead to mistakes.

These zombies are very fast, and they can be said to run as fast as flying. However, they are corpses without intelligence after all. After Su Ming and Cindy guarded the door together, their number also dropped rapidly.

"Are you sure it's not a virus?" Cindy reminded Su Ming as she took out the magazine and replaced it with a new one.

"OK! If it's a virus, the virus needs to reproduce itself, and reproduction requires material energy, so the virus zombies need to eat or accelerate their decay." Su Ming knocked over a few closer ones. Seeing that Cindy had finished changing her bomb, he He started to reload and continued: "Look at these zombies. This place has been abandoned for thirty years. They are still fine. They should be caused by magic or something."

"These madmen have indeed created a weapon that can still be used. At least the zombies don't have to breathe. Although it is very weak, it can be made up for by the number." Cindy quickly pulled the trigger, and another row of zombies fell down.

"But a simple corpse must move very slowly underwater, and it also forgets to consider the use environment."

When Su Ming saw there were a few left, he simply used a shotgun to kill them all.

There were probably more than two hundred zombies in this room, and all of them fell to the ground at this time, and no one could move anymore. Of course, the consequence of this is that the number of bullets for their .45 pistols is about to bottom out.

When everyone entered the room, the room was filled with a stench that had not been seen in the room before, like the smell of a rotting coffin.

The walls were covered with dark brown dried blood, and there were traces of fingernails scratching the wall. There was some yellowish brown sewage on the ground. I don’t know what it was, but it was flowing freely.

The treatment of the zombies was much worse than that of the monsters before. There was just a steel fence around the wall, but over the years, the steel had rotted away, so they came out and ran everywhere in the room.

Cindy picked up a corpse with her feet and inspected it. The skin was shriveled, gray and white, and the yellow teeth were exposed. It looked like a typical zombie.

"You can't tell the cause, so you'd better not touch it." She dropped the body and said to Barbara and the others who were not protected by their uniforms.

Su Ming's eyes were attracted by something in the room at this time. It looked very ordinary. It was covered in a small glass cabinet and looked like a flashlight found in every household.

But even if no one touches it, it still emits black light from the front. There has never been any flashlight like this.

"I know what this is. These zombies are magical creations and are not contagious."

As he said this, he opened the glass cover, slowly reached for the small flashlight, and held it gently in his hand.

In an instant, even through his tactical gloves, a biting chill rushed directly into his mind, as if he was searching for something.

However, it found nothing and quickly retreated, leaving Su Ming safe and sound.

He exhaled, put the small flashlight into his bag, and said to the others: "This is the energy of the black light, coming from the Black Death Emperor. I didn't expect these madmen to even play with this."

Wei Ke had started recording again, but Cindy said she didn't understand and hoped he would explain.

"All light in the universe is composed of a spectrum. Each of the seven colors of light represents an emotion, let alone that. In addition, there is white light representing life and black light representing death. They are pure conceptual objects. The product is very dangerous.”

Su Ming looked around and found nothing similar, so the group continued to move forward to the next area, and he gave a brief introduction to a few people.

"If white light represents life... doesn't it sound dangerous?" Barbara pushed her wheelchair with an inexplicable expression on her face.

In her understanding, people around her have always told her that life is beautiful, death is terrible, and she must respect life.

But here Deathstroke told her that life was...dangerous.

"Because it may spread to any living thing. As long as the white light does not dissipate, the creature will be immortal. When you want to eat chicken, you will find that chicken cannot be killed; when you want to eat grain, you will find that wheat cannot be killed. ;When you want to drink water, you will find that the microorganisms and bacteria in the water cannot be killed..."

Su Ming told her how scary white light is. Although the white light in the comics is still controlled by the white light guardian, there are energy batteries that store black light here, so there is no guarantee that there will be no white light.

The energy that appears in the battery can be used by anyone and is completely uncontrollable.