The Death Knell

As soon as the front foot here woke up Cyborg, the communication from Batman on the back foot came.

The large round table in the conference room of the Hall of Justice has its own stereoscopic projection function. When there is no one in the monitoring room, the signal can be received directly here.

The only pity is that the lights in the conference room are too strong and Zhenglian's projection technology is not particularly advanced, so the portraits always look blurry.

"Sometimes I wonder if Batman is eavesdropping on us." Su Ming said to the cat with a smile, and at the same time motioned the little black man to operate the high-tech round table: "I mentioned him not long ago, and he quickly I got in touch, Gotham is an evil place."

That man was able to get rid of the nightmare on his own, which was expected. Just because others couldn't do things doesn't mean he couldn't do it. Batman is so magical.

Willpower, to put it bluntly, is confidence in one's own beliefs. The more people believe in themselves, the stronger their willpower will be.

In this regard, Batman is probably the best in the world. Not to mention Hal, the Green Lantern, cannot be compared with the Lantern Rejection. Even Su Ming himself does not intend to compare with him, mainly because of his different style.

Most of the time, the Supreme Mage still prefers to plan the layout in advance to avoid falling into a situation where he needs to rely on willpower to turn the tables.

"Meow hoo~" The cat put down the paw on Black Adam's face, sat on the table and shook its tail: "Sometimes you show up in time. We had similar feelings before, meow."

The round table was adjusted, and Batman's head was projected. Because the terminal on his right hand was on the arm armor, the angle captured was the so-called death perspective, which made his butt and chin appear bigger.

But now is not the time to worry about whether the camera has beauty mode turned on or not. Batman gets straight to the point when he opens his mouth:

"I need information about Nightmare."

"Hey, you already know that the nightmare is causing trouble?" Su Ming smiled and sat sideways on the table, touching the smooth cat fur with his palm: "Although I guessed that you should be able to get rid of the nightmare on your own, I didn't expect that you could still Discovered a lot more.”

"You left surveillance equipment in my Batcave." Batman said a statement. He suspected that Deathstroke had been monitoring him, so knowing the current situation was inevitable.

What other conjectures are there? You just saw it with your own eyes, right?

"I'm not spying on you, Bruce." Su Ming, who lit a cigarette and exhaled the smoke, raised his finger and pointed at his face: "You look into my eyes, and there is respect for you in those eyes. How could I What about spying on a superhero’s private life?”

"You don't have eyes at all." The Dark Knight exposed him ruthlessly, staring at Deathstroke's one eye with his sinister eyes. He must have found this joke not very funny: "Now tell me what you know."

"Haha, you are still so humorless, why don't you wait a moment? When everyone is ready, I will explain it to you together so that you don't have to repeat the same thing. My monkey secretary is not here either, alas."

Although cats are very strong, they are still inferior to monkeys in some aspects. Many times in the past, when Deathstroke didn't want to waste his saliva, he could have let the orangutan detective speak for him.

Moreover, Bobo can drive a car, fly a plane, and pick up messages very quickly, which are advantages that A Thousand Cats Dream does not have.

Who said that the structure of a cat's claws can't grip the steering wheel?

"Tell me." Batman didn't intend to waste time with everyone in a meeting. He just repeated his needs coldly. There was no expression on his face, and it was impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Okay, seeing how anxious you are, I'll give you an overview first."

Although it was impossible to analyze Batman's thoughts from his expression, Su Ming still had the ability to reason. With a little guessing, he would know why Batman was so anxious.

The answer is simple, he wants to save people.

Gotham is his puppet cabinet, and the mentally ill people living there are all his toys. If there is a certain probability that superheroes can escape from the shackles of nightmares, then the lunatics who are originally mentally disturbed can escape from nightmares. The probability is almost non-existent.

Nightmares will show various dark scenes to the dreamer, and villains can easily resonate with those negative emotions, because many Gotham lunatics are driven crazy by reality, and the cruel reality is what they want to escape or change. thing.

So in order to prevent those toys from being snatched away by Nightmare, Batman had to compete with them for time, so he spoke to Deathstroke in such a serious manner. This was not showing determination, but he was really anxious.

He described the current situation in the most concise language possible. He said that a nightmare named Insomnia ran out from under the Sandman. He established an organization called the Sleepless Knights. He also stole the ruby ​​in the dream and was able to enter the reality and do things. It is suspected that CAAT was involved behind the scenes.

Whether it was a real-life problem or Su Ming's own conjecture, he told Batman everything.

After finishing speaking, Deathstroke took a sip of soda, smiled and asked Bat: "I know why you are anxious. You guessed that the clown will definitely not be able to wake up from his dream. You are anxious to save him, right?"

The Dark Knight glanced at Deathstroke and cut off the communication directly. He obviously understood deeply that Deathstroke was a person who liked to make fun of others. At this time, there was no need to explain at all.

Because the more he explains, the more powerful the death knell becomes, and he enjoys it.

"I didn't say goodbye again. It's really rude. I'm going to complain to Ah Fu later." Su Ming shook his head speechlessly. Since almost a month ago, it has become difficult to have fun with Batman. He seems to It was as if the guy had seen through it: "Victor, did you hear what I just said?"

"Yes, I have already written it all down." The little black man who was stroking his long hair responded. His expression looked much more serious: "If you have something to do, then go first, I will put these Let me tell everyone about it.”

"Very good. You've learned how to answer questions. It's not in vain that I've helped you so many times." Su Ming patted the little black man on the shoulder with satisfaction and handed him a handful of plastic sheets: "I see people who are trapped in nightmares. , then put a piece on the back of his head, be careful there is a certain probability of nightmares, but it should be fine for you."

Today's Cyborg PLUS+ version is the same model as the ever-changing Star Lord Yang Granny, which is made of flesh and blood. Nightmare can transform, and so can he.

Ordinary people can solve regular nightmares with a flashlight and a gun. If Cyborg turns into a microwave oven, with both light and high temperature inside, wouldn't it be a surefire way to deal with the nightmare minions?

"Well, I have another question, Slade." Cyborg knocked on his head, and he smiled sheepishly: "I checked the surveillance just now and found that someone was shouting 'Darkness is Everlasting'. Look at Anti-Life Aren’t the equations in your hands? Can you let them go first?”

"Just stick the plastic sheet on, you are not thinking at all, you are so stupid, ugh!"

Putting the cigarette in his mouth, Su Ming didn't bother to explain anything about brain waves. He waved his hand, picked up the snickering cat on the table and walked away.