The Death Knell

This world is like this. It is made of darkness, but it is like amorphous hot molten steel. There may never be a day when it will truly calm down.

Hecate is dead, Perpetua is dead, and Darkseid is dead.

But the world hasn't changed.

If someone prevents crises time and time again, new crises will naturally continue to occur.

Maybe it's from within, maybe it's from the outside.

But the only thing that is certain is that something seems to be emerging from the dark abyss...

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When the death knell returns to Earth 0, the time is exactly when the street lights turn on. For most people, it is time to go home to eat, or take advantage of plenty of time to do something they like to do.

So he came to the lively Oblivion Bar, where wizards gathered and came and went. When he saw the death knell, he just lowered his voice, but he didn't leave in panic.

None of the missing spellcasters have come back so far. It is currently known that Merlin took them away, but later, Su Ming discovered that the crazy ancient mage and Uncle Da were not on the same line at all.

Now, the whereabouts of these people have become a mystery.

"Oh, isn't this our invincible mercenary? Tracey, quickly pour me another large glass of the strongest vodka and count it on the death knell account."

Constantine, who was sitting in the corner, had sharp eyes. Although he seemed to be drunk, the flash of light in his squinted eyes showed that things were not as they seemed.

The bartender looked at Deathstroke inquiringly, and the latter nodded quickly as if following the rhythm of the music on the jukebox.

Bobo is very busy now. He holds a tray in his left hand and a rag in his right hand. He rolls up his sleeves and dances on the bar to do business. He even uses his feet. He holds a beer glass between his toes and pours wine for the guests. Time spoke to Deathstroke, for the voices of his guests urging him to order were driving him crazy.

On the other hand, the cockroach prophet Ezekiel in the bar sink was very leisurely. He ate the leftover olives and lemons and waved his beard at the death knell as a greeting.

I haven’t seen him for a while, and he seems to have gained some weight.

Meeting Zha Kang was an accident, but it was good to get some information. Su Ming walked to the corner, pulled out another empty chair facing the bitch, and sat down.

This is Constantine's special seat. Although Bobo has said countless times that this guy and the Japanese are not welcome in his bar, his ban is not very effective for the shameless spellcaster.

If you want to make Constantine obedient, you have to kill him, but this dark and twisted soul is the rope of the tug-of-war between heaven and hell. How can ordinary people have the ability and courage to cut this rope?

And the most incredible thing is that Zha Kang himself knows this and uses it crazily to seek benefits.

In short, there is a small round table in the corner, just like the tea tables in many people's courtyards. This table was originally supposed to be red, but the paint fell off at some point, and now it looks like it It was rust-colored, like blood.

The table, a few broken chairs with legs that were too short, the overhead fans and lamps that didn't work, and the posters that were hanging down from the wall because of the glue, were all in the shadow of the corner.

What Bobo can do is to drive Constantine to a corner and sit down when he comes to drink, so as not to disturb the mood of other guests or trick anyone here again.

Trash should be in the trash heap.

Su Ming didn't want to deal with Zha Kang. He had a complicated identity and was very thick-skinned. Especially the fact that he was always willing to trick people around him was as effective as the law of cause and effect.

However, Constantine is a hell detective and can be considered a detective, and his intelligence ability is very worthy of recognition.

So it shouldn’t be a problem to sit down and chat.

"I can buy you a drink, but you have to give me some answers." Su Ming leaned back in his chair and looked up at the motionless fan in the dark, making sure it wouldn't suddenly spin at high speed and fall down.

It's not that I'm worried that it will cut off its own head, but because it hasn't been used for too long, it will definitely be covered with ashes, and if it falls off, the wine will be impossible to drink.

"Haha, thank you!" Constantine smiled greasyly. He pressed the white dirt between his teeth with his little finger nail, and pursed his mouth like a chrysanthemum: "But before I drink, I want to listen to you first. What do you want to ask? What if I can’t afford this wine?”

"I want to ask you something about Olympus. How much do you know?"

Yes, Su Ming didn't hit Xiao Dai with a frying pan this time, but he lied to her. When he returned to Earth 0 this time, the mercenary was not here to check on Batman, but planned to secretly help the woman solve some troubles.

Some things require a quick solution, but before that, intelligence work must be done.

"Ouch, you asked the wrong person, ahem, bah!"

Zha Kang tilted his head, coughed a few times, spit out bloody phlegm to the side, stepped on it with his feet carefully, wiped the phlegm away with the sole of his shoe, and gave a crooked smile with the energy of a street kid:

"You know me. Demons and angels alone have taken up too much of my drinking time. How can I possibly understand a group of perverts who love to wear sheets? Haha."

Here it comes again, Zha Kang secretly painted the magic circle with blood again. This time it seems that the magic is counterattacked. Is he so afraid that he will kill him?

"Oh, you're done, John. I'll tell Diana later. As you said, her family and relatives are all perverts. She is Zatanna's best friend. Let's see if they slap you like a pig's head. It’s done.”

Deathstroke waited for wine, and Tracy came and went in a hurry. After discovering that her idol Harley did not come with the mercenary this time, she obviously did not intend to stay with Constantine for a long time.

After putting down two glasses of double vodka, she turned around and left. She didn't know what kind of bad things Bobo told her about Zha Kang.

Don't blame Bobo for talking about others behind their backs. This behavior is not fair enough for a superhero. The key is that no matter what the orangutan tells the girl, Zha Kang's behavior will only be ten times worse than what others describe. Su Ming is afraid Girls are not alert enough.

She brought the cup without gloves, so he could get her fingerprints and a little oil from her skin. No hat or gas mask was worn, so Kang may have gained access to her hair or the air she breathed. She made eye contact with the bitch, and the characteristics of her soul's fluctuations may have been recorded.

This alone was enough for Zha Kang to drag her to carry her out in the demon summoning ceremony.

Fortunately, it seems that there is no need to spend friends casting spells today.

Although he said there was nothing he could do, the wine was already under his nose and there was no reason to refuse. Constantine sniffed, got up and drank the wine in the glass.

Then he kicked up his legs and leaned comfortably on the back of the wooden chair. Amidst the creaking noise, he licked the corners of his mouth with a greasy smile, put his tongue into the cup and swirled it wildly. After making sure that there was no trace of alcohol left, he Then he burped and said:

"Indeed, I know a little bit of news. I guess Xiao Dai has come to complain to you, but maybe she didn't tell you the reason why she ran away because she was too ashamed to speak?"

"Oh, tell me." Deathstroke took out a handful of bills, slapped them on the table and pushed them over.

After all, he is a private detective and a master of the dark arts, so there is nothing wrong with getting paid to do things.

When he saw the money, Zha Kang didn't even count how much it was. He pulled it with his hands like he was swimming, and all the money disappeared.

He scratched his dandruff-covered hair, smiled evilly, and simply gave the information he knew:

"Zeus is going to marry Hippolyta and make her the new queen. Congratulations, Slade, even if you are missing arms and legs in the future, you will still be able to enjoy the life of Princess Olympus, haha!"

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