The Death Knell

No matter what the orangutan's reaction was, Su Ming handed him to Hermione to hold first while he walked towards the burning minivan, tore open the cab door and dragged out the driver who was still alive.

Pulling off his mask, Su Ming discovered that this was actually an old man. At this time, he had been shot six times and his liver had been shattered. He was definitely hopeless.

"Tell me, who sent you here? And why did you want to assassinate an orangutan?"

There was blood foaming in the old man's mouth, and his lips trembled with a bitter smile:

"You ask why? .... Orangutan? Well, he's trapped here. We have to kill him before... Hiccup!"

Before he finished speaking, the man kicked his legs. The massive blood loss and the loss of hope caused him to die quickly.

"I hate it the most if you don't finish your last words. This is considered a bloody scene in any script." Su Ming wordlessly put his hand on the other person's face. It seemed that he was helping the deceased close his eyes, but in fact, he activated Strangulate and let it eat.

In the blink of an eye, he obtained the information from the deceased's mind, and then his expression turned a little playful.

While taking out a cigarette and lighting it, he walked towards his team members and motioned for everyone to leave the scene before the police or superheroes arrived.

"What else are you talking about about a high-quality fan circle?" Even though he was the target of the assassination just now, the orangutan was still finding fault with Deathstroke energetically: "This kind of fans are so fanatical, damn, now I feel like That’s John Lennon.”

Only real big stars can get the treatment of being assassinated by fans. Obviously, Bobo experienced it today, and he can be regarded as taking advantage of the orangutan in this world.

His paws were still twirling on his head, as if he was planning to pull the black hair on the top of his head into a Beatles hairstyle, but unfortunately the hair was too short and he managed to get it parted in the middle.

"These people are all lunatics, from their thinking logic to their worldview, they are all lunatics."

Facing the equally curious eyes of the girls, Su Ming could only explain what he saw in the other person's mind:

"The orangutan detective in this world has built a completely realistic android paradise, which is very popular. Those people just now are all his enthusiastic fans and believe that the God of Numbers should not exist in the material world and should return to the digital world. To shine and heat the world, they decided to send their gods to death.”

"Ah, return to heaven, that's a good word, but I don't like it." The orangutan laughed angrily. He put on his hat, took out the flask and took a sip of strong drink: "But if possible, I still prefer to stay in the human world. , because I am not the god of numbers!”

"It's okay, don't be angry." Su Ming took the orangutan from Hermione's hand and put it back on his shoulders: "Your alien peer is doing well, you should be happy, which also explains why we We didn’t see many pedestrians in the busiest neighborhood in New York. It turned out that they were all playing in the amusement park or watching the live broadcast at home.”

"Didn't the adjutant find anything?" The orangutan held his pipe in his mouth again, but the richer he was in the parallel world, the more uncomfortable he became, because it seemed to say that he had no ability.

There are so many Batmans in parallel worlds, why wouldn't they like to play with the Earth-0 Batman through Justice Incarnate? Isn't it just because he is too strong?

"Whether it is the Android Park or the live broadcast project derived from it, they are all in the deep network." The adjutant's projection floated out automatically. She was actually on standby all the time, that is, listening to the exchanges between the Sheriff and others: " Just the firewall with dozens of layers of encryption will take a while to crack. I also need to sneak in quietly so that you in this world cannot discover it."

"So, the orangutan detective in this world is really a master of Internet technology?" The orangutan raised his eyebrows and took a puff from his pipe: "Your computing power is the strongest I have ever seen. Even the monitor The battleship host is not as good as yours, how long can his company’s firewall block you?”

"Ten minutes? Fifteen minutes? It won't be long anyway."

The adjutant had no emotions about this. She calmly painted her nail polish, which was the bright red color that Harley gave her:

"If you don't use brute force, you just have to go slower. In fact, the best way is to airdrop a team of Space Marines onto the rooftop of his company, use blasters and chainswords to fight all the way to the computer room, and then pack up all the hosts and take them away. It's probably just It takes twenty seconds to complete the so-called hacking task."

"Well, it turns out that physical methods are faster." The orangutan was also amused. Although hacking sounds more high-tech, to put it bluntly, it is still stealing or robbing. Returning to the basics is indeed the simplest method.

"Okay, stop teasing the orangutans. Have you locked our coordinates now?" Su Ming interrupted the adjutant and asked her this question. Since she mentioned airdropping troops, does that mean that space teleportation has also been restored? ?

"Not yet, Sheriff. I can't understand the structure of the space you are in now. There is something wrong with the algorithm." The silver-haired girl put down the small brush in her hand and tried her best to explain in a way that even a technical novice could understand: "It's like I see you there, but I can't count you there, you exist, but you don't exist."

To put it simply, it is like the adjutant saw a person standing in front of her from a distance, but there was nothingness around her. There was no reference for her to calculate the distance between the two parties, and space teleportation requires at least three coordinate axes. The number, time transmission still needs more, there is nothing she can do now.

"So I'm in a superposition state now?" Su Ming immediately thought of quantum mechanics. What is and is not, is and is not, dead and not dead, these things are all the same.

"No, Sheriff, you are undoubtedly still alive and exist, but I cannot measure the distance between my existence and yours."

As the adjutant said this, he also raised his hand to draw pictures with energy, animate stick figures like stick figures, and described his statement in detail.

In this way, everyone understands.

"I see, there is no reference." Su Ming understood. He touched the orangutan's head and nodded gently: "Prolaya stuck my hand here, what do I say..."

"I have a guess." The orangutan pursed his thick lips and plucked the pipe in his mouth with his fingers: "Could it be that we...are inside Proraya's body?"

"There is this possibility, because nothingness can contain everything. It is the beginning and the end. This is what Uncle Da has been pursuing in the past." Su Ming took a puff of cigarette. He had already seen the gorilla detective building in the world: " ... We still need more clues."

"Yes, but I always feel like she is showing us something..." Hermione also joined the conversation, her expression very serious.