The Death Knell

"The Anti-Monitor's technology should come from Perpetua, and Perpetua was once a member of the Hand of Creation. There is a level gap between their technology and ours."

The orangutan lowered his head and smoked, not noticing the gaze of the death knell. He was talking to himself, and also took an apple from the coffee table nearby and wiped it on his clothes:

"Although I have not seen the hand of creation, I think that the race that can create the multiverse may have something that is difficult for us to understand. Maybe in their view, creating a world is like digging a nose out of human eyes. Shit, it’s as simple as crushing it into a little ball.”

Having said this, he took another puff of cigarette, like a middle-aged programmer who felt pressure. He was facing a problem but did not master the corresponding solution technology. As a result, Party A was still urging him to go online.

This depressing feeling made him silent, and he felt that the hair on the top of his head was beginning to fall off.

"Well..." Deathstroke made a nasal sound. He took a sip of wine and continued to watch the orangutan walking around, waiting for the monkey head to continue speaking.

"You may be able to replicate a tuning fork, but in this kind of world, what can you use as an energy source? Are you going to be like the Laughing Bat, kidnapping all humans and hanging them on trees?"

The orangutan talked about the issue of energy again. This is also a difficult point. To operate the cosmic tuning fork, the energy required cannot be provided by conventional energy sources. There are no superheroes in this world, and ordinary people’s mental strength may not be able to drive it. That thing.

"Well..." Deathstroke made a little noise again, indicating for him to continue.

"Even if we solve the problem of instruction manual and energy source, we still don't know where to aim it and what frequency to cause vibration. You may not know it well, but the wavelength of vibration determines many things. This is very professional and necessary. If you try a job many times, you won’t be able to succeed immediately.”

The orangutan wiped the apple clean, took off the pipe from his mouth, brought the red fruit to his mouth and took a bite. Only then did he raise his head while chewing the food and notice the death knell's gaze.

No matter what he said, Deathstroke always looked at him with this look, even if it was in Batman's face, he still looked very wet.

Now Bobo understood, he shook his head repeatedly:

"No, no, no, you don't expect me to solve these problems, do you? I'm an orangutan. Have you seen any orangutan that can shoulder such an important task? I definitely can't. That tuning fork is not for me. Do you need a more professional big boy, such as a monitor? Or can you find a scientist in this world?"

However, Deathstroke looked at him with a smile, and it was obvious that he was not prepared to use other candidates at all:

"It's just you, my hairy old man, don't worry about the energy problem. In addition to the mental power of people in this world, I also have X metal, which will also determine the frequency of vibration. All you need to do is adjust the After the tuning fork is built, find a way to activate it for me so that invisible waves can spread throughout the universe."

"I really can't do it. Oops, I just took a look at that thing in the past. Do you know there are tens of thousands of buttons on the tuning fork? What if you press the wrong one and the earth is shattered?"

The orangutan looked troubled, his head shook like a top, and the skin on his cheeks fluttered up.

However, the dark man was unmoved. He smoked the cigarette in his hand to the sponge level in one swoop, exhaled a lot of smoke and said: "If it fails, I will use the quantum concept to turn back time. Even if you try again and again, the probability of you getting it right will be Higher than the rest of us, right?”

"Well, orangutan, I may have some affinity for technological equipment, but that's only for things that won't explode. And if you have to use X metal, it's your bones. Are you sure this will work?"

Putting the bitten apple on the table, the orangutan still shook his head, but the rotation was much smaller.

Regarding his various concerns, Deathstroke just shook his head with a smile. He took out a small test tube from his pocket and shook the transparent liquid in it: "It's okay, that's it. Come on, drink this cup of blessed elixir first." , and then we’ll just wait for the gold to arrive. By the way, I have to schedule a live broadcast to let people all over the world pay attention to the gold..."

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In the dim cargo hold at the bottom of the ship, only oil lamps were used for lighting, and there was a smell of damp straw in the air, as well as another unfamiliar smell of chemicals.

It smells very sweet, a bit like fruit candy, the kind of low-quality candy that has pure flavor and no juice at all.

After Diana came back from the story, she realized that Batman had attracted her attention and had completed the preparation of Speed ​​9. She did not expect that the famous super speed potion could be so convenient to configure.

Of course, it may be that Batman has superior chemical skills that allowed him to complete the preparation of the drug in the shortest time. This is probably due to the Joker and the vast number of old friends in Gotham who like to use drugs.

Batman himself gets poisoned every three days. He needs to prepare an antidote for himself or others in the shortest possible time. As time goes by, he becomes a good doctor for chronic illness.

Speaking of medical skills, his medical skills were also practiced in this way. No one would think that the Assassin's League where he had trained taught them how to save people, right?

Of course, none of this matters now. Diana reached out to grab the Bat Belt, but the man dodged it sideways. She could only persuade her again:

"Don't use it, Bruce. The side effects of Speed ​​9 will quickly turn you into a drooling idiot. The human brain cannot resist chemical erosion!"

Diana, who likes art, doesn't know much about technology, but she does understand occultism and alchemy. After all, her other old enemy, the witch Circe, represents the highest level of alchemical poisoning on earth today. The Amazon female warriors used to But he was not exposed to all kinds of strange poisons.

In her eyes, alchemy and chemistry are really similar. They are both throwing a bunch of incomprehensible things into various containers and mixing them under different conditions.

The difference is the mixing tools, one uses a large wooden spoon and the other uses a glass rod.

She is right. The operation of the human brain relies on the transmission of bioelectric signals between nerves, and various chemicals will act on the synapses to promote or block the conduction of bioelectricity, thereby achieving various functions. kind of effect.

But that's only in most cases where someone is not in 'most' universal theories.

"Actually, I can, because I'm... Batman!"

Bruce walked quickly past her, because even her reaction was calculated. It was not difficult to avoid. Wonder Woman has never been known for her speed, and it was dark enough here that no one could catch her in the dark. to the bat.