The Death Knell

"Do you understand what I mean?"

"No, you don't understand, you don't understand what the world took from him."

"But I know, and only I know, because I have lost as much as he has."

"Memory is a cunning beast. It cannot be controlled or tamed. Drugs, emotions, and magic cannot have an eternal impact on it."

"And people repeat this mechanical life day after day, as numb as screws in society. They are domesticated and become insignificant outcasts, losing the ability to think, and their memories are obscured by such darkness."

"But any inconspicuous little thing may become a trigger for memory recovery. With a slight push and enough pressure, a crack in the darkness will appear, and light will shine in from there."

"But is this really a good thing?"

"Each rift creates new problems, and each new problem creates new rifts, until one's life and memories are shattered along with that darkness."

"Only madness and chaos are the destination! Hahahahahaha!"

In a relatively luxurious hotel room, several corpses were scattered everywhere. They were both male and female. They were not wearing any clothes. They may have been playing some unspeakable games before they were alive, because the air was filled with nothing but marijuana and alcohol. In addition to the smell, there is also the smell of strong bodily fluids.

Given that the windows and doors were locked and the air settled there, Batman could easily tell what was going on.

He stood in silence outside the door for a few seconds, while the waiter next to him who opened the door for him was so frightened by the tragic scene that he peed his urine and stood there stunned.

As a hotel waiter in New York, he often sees dead people. Today someone is murdered, and tomorrow aliens invade. Originally, he wanted to save enough money to buy a spaceship to explore the universe, so he stayed on earth and worked hard. .

No matter who invented the spaceship or came up with the idea of ​​​​cosmic navigation, he would pray for this person in his heart.

After all, there is no goal in ordinary life, and going to the universe is a gamble, but isn't this opportunity and hope?

But he didn't expect that he was just trying to earn a few more days, and the life on earth that he thought he was already familiar with taught him a new lesson.

The waiter wearing a red vest has never seen such a weird murder scene, because all the dead have their eyes wide open, and everyone has a huge stiff smile on their face!

This weird guy dressed like a bat was next to me. When someone saw blood flowing out from under the door of this room and called the police, this person almost came uninvited within two minutes, and with an incomprehensible appearance. He resisted and ordered the hotel staff to obey his arrangements.

In fact, at the beginning, the hotel manager wanted to refuse, but when Batman magically slapped the gold brick on the front desk, everyone gave in.

He gave too much.

Speaking of which, helping this batman lead the way seemed like a good job at first, because there might be tips, so this was an opportunity that the waiter had finally won from his colleagues.

But when the blood-stained corridor appeared in front of him and the door opened with a creaking sound, the bat monster did not go in immediately. Instead, he looked at the wall opposite the door and wrote out the words written on it in blood. The big characters flowing slowly downward were read out one by one.

When the bat laughed along with the words, the waiter peed, and when the bat turned to look at him, he peed again.

The middle-aged waiter has experienced a lot of storms. Even if the Zerg and the Demon God invaded New York, he survived. But the person in front of him gave people a very bad feeling. It can't be described in detail. It can only be said to be dark. Too dark.

Fear devoured him almost instantly. Of course, this may also be because the walls of the corridor on this floor were also painted with large and small smiling faces, and the lights were replaced by colorful lights by the murderer, but in this case The Batman in this atmosphere seems even more terrifying.

"Don't be afraid, man." Batman smiled and patted the waiter on the shoulder, took out a few gold coins and patted them in his hand: "I am a superhero and a good person. Take these gold coins to exchange for money, and then buy a new pair. Pants, eat a good meal and have a good sleep, you will forget this scene."

"This..." The waiter wanted to say something, but the pungent smell of blood and the crazy murderer's message were right in front of him. His teeth were chattering and he couldn't form a complete sentence.

"Flash, send him home to rest." Batman sighed. He knew that the man was frightened and it was useless to say anything. "If possible, there is no need to knock him out."

There was a flash of red light, and someone changed where the waiter had been standing. But when Barry looked down and saw what he had stepped on, he left again, and a second later changed to the other side of Batman:

"Oh my god, the last time I accidentally stepped on poop was three years ago."

Barry grinned with an expression of embarrassment on his face. He leaned on the door frame and glanced into the room, then immediately retracted:

"I went to change my shoes again and took a shower, which took a second, but don't worry, I found the gentleman's address, sent him home, and bought him a bottle of liquor to help him. He fried the steak and broccoli, cooked the pasta, he'll be fine. But then again, is what happened here what I thought it was?"

"It should be, haha, the clown is still so naughty." Batman said this before walking into the crime scene: "I investigated and found that the nearby police station has not dispatched police yet, but according to common sense, the most we can do is Give me half an hour to investigate the scene and help me.”

Because 40K Earth has recently become a popular space voyage, everyone wants to go to space. Some people don’t have enough money to buy a spaceship, so naturally many people go to make money.

If you are caught stealing something, it becomes robbery. After you get the money, why not rob someone else? If you don't want to be caught after you succeed, then you have to keep silent, right?

Crime can escalate so quickly, with just a thought.

That is to say, these people have distracted the police force too much, and many law enforcement officers have already left their jobs to participate in space exploration, so even if there are multiple murders here, the police will not be able to come for a while.

Because people were dying everywhere in the city, only seven or eight people died here, which may be considered a few compared to other places.

"I'm afraid Slade will be unhappy. Also, how did the Joker come to 40K Earth? This doesn't make sense." Barry, as a forensic officer, is also good at investigating murder scenes and collected the information almost instantly. A lot of evidence bags are waiting for equipment testing.

"Since Deathstroke didn't stop it, it means he acquiesced." Batman picked up an evidence bag from Barry's hand, scanned it with his Bat PDA, and waited for the test report. After seeing that the drink contained a new type of laughing gas, , and then he continued: "The adjutant informed us that a murder occurred here, and then he looked like he was watching a show. You won't forget it, right?"

"Why?" Barry scratched his head and handed Batman the second piece of evidence: "This is his earth, his city, and the Joker appears here inexplicably and spreads his crazy ideas. This is not a good thing in any way. "

"Because this is a deal between the Joker and him, and this is a game between the Joker and me." Batman took out a large plastic bag from his waistband, took all the physical evidence from Barry and put it in, and said with a smile. : "You can go, thank you for your help, but please don't interfere with me and the clown. I only need you to inform Deathstroke. The clown has given another way to solve the memory loss."

He served as a means of transportation to bring Batman from the West Coast to New York City, and helped organize the evidence at the scene. Now he was scolded by Barry, who tried to burn bridges.

"Okay, I knew this would happen. You never let us touch the clown, and the last time I met him did not end well. But what is the clown's method? Is it crazy?"

"Not really. Just take a picture of this wall and send it to Deathstroke on your mobile phone. There's no need to say anything else."

Under the colorful lights and the funny dynamic music, Batman walked firmly towards the body. He still had something to verify, and this had nothing to do with Barry.