The Death Knell

"I told you about the 'sense of peeping' before, remember?"

Deathstroke's Batman didn't rush to adjust the tuning fork, but chatted with the orangutan. There was a reflection of the sky in the pool in Washington Square, and the black sun in the pool seemed to be waving with the wind.

"Yes, I remember." The orangutan exhaled smoke and scratched the top of his head: "Don't tell me you feel it again now? Washington Square was a cemetery next to the swamp before 1836, where the victims of the yellow fever epidemic were buried. More than 20,000 people died, are you so sensitive that you feel the souls of the dead?"

The feeling of being spied on, to put it bluntly, is the feeling of hair on the back, and someone is secretly watching me.

When a ghost or ghost appears, the surrounding environment temperature will drop due to negative energy, and people will also feel similar.

"What? Do you mean this place is haunted?"

Minty touched her arm. Her uniform was a short-sleeved suit. She had grown rapidly after being injected with various serums, so the clothes were a little too small. Now she felt even colder in her belly.

"It's not what Bobo said." Su Ming wordlessly helped the monkey to put on the cuckold: "I just feel like I'm being watched by something intermittently. When I don't have this feeling, it doesn't seem to matter what I say or do. , but it’s different now, I feel like my words were recorded by something.”

There is no way to describe the feeling in detail, but it is not a big problem. He can share his feelings with the orangutan through strangulation, directly through nerve conduction.

The black thread penetrated into the orangutan's cervical spine by putting on the hat, and Bobo immediately frowned.

He understood the feeling of the death knell, that indescribable but clearly visible abstract feeling.

"I have no clue." The orangutan raised his furry paw and pressed the bridge of his nose, which was already low, "I suggest you not to focus too much on this issue. After all, it is just a feeling, without any clues or evidence to support it. The world we live in is made of matter.”

"Well, let's put it aside for now." Deathstroke withdrew his symbiote tentacles. Even though the nano-level tentacles would not cause any pain when entering the body, he helped the orangutan rub the back of his head: "Let's get to work and put up the tuning fork."

The gold has been arriving one after another, and the amount is like a small mountain. Although it is just a borrowing, it is obviously worthy of attention.

The President did not appear, but the army did come, and many heavily armed soldiers imposed martial law on the surrounding area. In other words, in the square with the pool and the obelisk, these are the only ones who can move around freely. hero.

Without proper smelting equipment, blueprints, or an engineering team, Supergirl was curious about how Batman would make a tuning fork.

As a comic book fan, she certainly knew what the Cosmic Tuning Fork was. It was a super equipment made by the Anti-Monitor. She believed that Batman could recreate that spectacle, because Batman was an omnipotent image in the girl's mind, but she could not imagine that What exactly would the Dark Knight do?

The fake Batman just walked to the golden hill. First he reached out and touched the gold. After making sure that it was pure enough, he stretched out a hand to the girl:

"I could tell you were curious and didn't know what I would do, so this is the solution."

In the palm of his hand is a small paper box, which looks like a box of matches. The only difference is that there is a small bat with wings spread on the small box, which is the symbol of the man.

"What is this?" Mindy didn't know why. She stretched out her hand and pressed the small box. She was very sure that it was made of paper, just like an ordinary matchbox.

"This is Krypton's super-constructed nano-robot Bug Plas type." Deathstroke opened his mouth. He was full of nonsense and opened the small box, showing its empty interior: "Look inside, do you see anything?"

"Uh... No, I didn't see anything." Super Kill Girl is just a junior high school student, not very good at those science and engineering things. When it comes to firearms and bombs, she knows a lot about it, but this kind of nanotechnology robot... It's a bit beyond the scope of cognition.

"Is it really not there? Look again." The orangutan already understood that Deathstroke was trying to trick her again, so he also sent an assist and asked the girl to stare at the air for a better look.

Minty reached out and touched it again, and put her slender fingers into the empty matchbox and stirred it around, but the touch from her fingers was only as rough as paper:

"The common matches in the United States are folding cardboard matches. There may be more boxed matches in the UK. Well, I know it is definitely not a matchbox. The matchbox in Batman's hand cannot be a matchbox, but it is really It seems..."

The girl pouted in grievance and looked at the orangutan and the man pitifully. She really found nothing.

"Study hard in the future. You will understand when you grow up." Holding the prop that was originally a real matchbox, Su Ming pretended to press the bat symbol on it: "You have just touched tens of billions of nanorobots. , but it’s not visible to the naked eye.”

"That's right, if you think it's magical that things you can't see actually exist, then be careful next, as the miracle will happen soon!"

The orangutan who came from the circus is not incapable of being praised by the magician. He is quite good at setting off the atmosphere.

Sure enough, the girl's attention moved away from the matchbox. She stared at the golden mountain in front of her and swallowed her saliva with some anticipation.

Then she saw changes. The gold seemed to melt by itself, but the liquefied gold did not flow freely. Instead, it began to change its shape and flow high into the sky.

They first formed a thick cylinder, and then began to deform one after another, outlining complex mechanical structures on the surface of the cylinder, as well as 'branches' that looked like TV antennas.

She couldn't see what changes were happening inside the golden cylinder, but the changes in appearance not only opened her eyes, but also shocked the people who were paying attention to it through TV or the Internet.

After all, this uses the gold reserves of the United States and the money of every American. It is difficult to not care about it.

Even if you are not an American, who in this world has seen Batman? Who has seen so much gold? Curiosity may also lead them to choose to watch the live broadcast.

And people's attention is only the first step. The next step is to activate the tuning fork, let it gather everyone's spiritual power, and show some "miraculous" performance, which will smoothly make people feel emotional.

With emotions comes energy, and then it depends on Bobo's performance. I hope Brother Gaomao, who is far away in another universe, will take care of him.