The Death Knell

　　 On the way forward, waves of men in black fell in front of them. Victor expressed satisfaction with this. If possible, she wanted to expand this news into a documentary.

　　 She thought about the name, so it was called the death knell on the tip of the knife.

　　 With the dazzling picture in front of her eyes, coupled with her professional commentary, she felt that she would definitely be hot, and she thought about her lines, such as:

"The first ray of moonlight in the spring fell on the land of Gotham, and the man in black and yellow armor took a long sharpened knife and set off from home. She crossed the road full of corpses and came to another one. It is the world of blood playing. This is an ancient custom of assassin, and it is also the way of life for the death knell on weekdays..."

"The corpse is undoubtedly the common crystallization of biology and the great killer. The tacit cooperation between the body and the blade makes this warm and enthusiastic internal organs burst out and then shattered, leaving only a simple aroma and an empty body... ."

"It's spring, and the death knell in Gotham killed hundreds of people; the black arrows in the south chose to use bows and arrows; the death shooters not far away preferred sniper rifles; Ms. Siwa in the east chose to use her own Both hands, killers in different regions have their own advantages..."

　　 Watching Su Ming and Cindy's killing skills in the crowd, she has a deep understanding of the aesthetics of blood and violence. The blood stains on the walls gradually become like self-willed paintings in her eyes.

　　 Every blood line, every red damp, every visceral fragment, seems to be expressing something, what comes from a higher level of spirit and ideas.

　　 If Su Ming knew about this idea, he would definitely give her a white pigeon and encourage her to be a director and make a movie.

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　　 The enemies now have no power to succeed, and the two death knells completely disintegrated their fighting will.

　　 Actually, for Su Ming, whether they rushed up at a time with hundreds of people or dozens of people with a little bit of fuel, the difference is not big, the number of ordinary people is just a small problem.

　　 Even in all the calculations in his mind, the number of these gangsters cannot constitute a variable. There is only a constant in his mind, ‘the forward speed when facing a group of ordinary enemies’.

　　 No matter how many people there are on the other side, and what kind of weapon is in his hand, the speed of death knell is placed there and cannot be stopped.

　　 After finally destroying the last group of enemies, they came to two huge doors, which were very beautifully repaired, and at first glance they were demolished in high-end hotels. Pushing open the door, there is a hall like a study room, the fireplace is still burning, but there is no one inside.

　　 The room smelled of cigar and alcohol. It was obviously Falcone who had entertained Gordon. I don’t know what they were talking about.

"It's three people. There are three people and a cat in the house." Cindy said, picking up a long black hair from the sofa with the tip of a knife. The blood dripped into the gap in the armrest of the sofa, and it was stained. Long white hairs.

　　 "Why a cat?" Victor asked the question. She wanted to analyze the story of the next victim more from the side.

　　Su Ming paused for a while, despite the headache, he still noticed something was wrong when he entered the room just now.

He smiled and sat on the sofa, took off his helmet, turned out two teacups, poured out the tea in the teapot and tasted it. The conclusion was that the tea that foreigners drank was not the same as that. The place of origin may be South Asia, and it feels a bit curry.

　　 The temperature of the water was still warm. Soon after they left, he did not rush to chase after them, but calmly answered Vic:

　　 "Because a cat is a predator, even if it has become a human pet for thousands of years, it still has a series of feline characteristics such as secret observation, decisive attack, and silent killing, which is in line with the gang's positioning of itself."

Cindy agreed with him. She sat next to Su Ming and drank tea. Unlike him, she was satisfied with the tea: "Dogs are not good. Dogs are hunters. Canines are cruel and noisy. Crazy, acting in groups. Only the Speeding Party likes it to show his might. At the level of a Roman, he needs more to show tenderness."

Su Ming glanced at Cindy disgustingly. He could drink such a horrible tea. He no longer looked at her and tasted tea with pleasure: "So we judge that this is a cat. You will never think of it. A gangster like Ercone holds a rabbit or goat every day, right?"

　　 Even in the feminist world, gangsters will not hold those, herbivores are incompatible with gangs.

　　 Weike recorded it with feeling, and had a new understanding of the gang psychology, but he was a little unclear about the two suddenly sitting on the sofa to drink tea.

　　 "Why did you stop suddenly? There should be secret passages in this room, don't you need to look for it?"

　　 She asked them suspiciously. Su Ming pushed the teapot to Cindy, picked up the wine bottle by herself, changed the cup, poured a full glass, and drank it all.

　　 "You only noticed that we found hair and cat hair, but didn't pay attention to how we discovered it?"

"Ok?"

"Because when we came in, our hair and cat hair were swaying on the sofa, just like seaweed. The armor on our body will not cause this reaction, nor will the equipment on your body. We generally treat this What is this phenomenon called? Cindy?" Su Ming drew the knife from his back and put it on the table.

　　 "Large-scale static electricity." Cindy did a similar action, except that she put the knife on her leg.

　　 Su Ming nodded and looked around the room with a smile. The fireplace can only illuminate a small area, and more places in the room are dark.

　　 "Generally static electricity is caused by friction, but if you are fast enough, the human body's magnetic field will cut the earth's magnetic field to have a similar effect."

"Yes." Cindy raised the pistol and pointed at the other corner of the room, where there was nothing but darkness: "I actually kept thinking about the reason for her disappearance, because Batgirl was never an escape person. When she knew She will not hide after being in danger. Just like paranoia, she will choose to face her own enemy~www.NovelMTL.com~ Su Ming glanced at her, but did not make any defensive actions: "One person As long as it passes, it will definitely leave a trace, but Batgirl doesn't have it, which makes me wonder...Given that I know a lot of information, I have had a lot of guesses. Until now, the moment I saw static electricity, I understood how the bat was not discovered by anyone without avoiding it. "

　　Before entering the research institute, he and Cindy exchanged some views on the issue of multiverse in the small supermarket. She felt that since Su Ming can reach the earth minus 11 from the parallel world, other people should do too.

　　'S words reminded him that the multiverse is a whole, and of course others can do things unintentionally.

　　 It was quiet in the room, as if he was talking to the air. The camera covered every corner, but there was no shadow of Batwoman, even from the angle where Cindy pointed the gun.

"It's a good ability to make yourself invisible to others by moving at high speed. But Barry, the world is at stake. Are you sure you want to fight the two death knells at this time?" Su Ming sighed and signaled Cindy to put the gun down. He poured another glass of wine and placed it on the table: "We have explosives. In such a small space, there are so few routes you can choose, and my knife will wait for you on your trajectory."

He stood up, took apart the pillow he had just taken away, and took out the feathers inside and sprinkled it into the sky. Although it was very subtle, he could still see the speed of rotation of the feathers falling faster, as if being pulled by something. .

　　 "Since you chased you as I thought, but you just hid without doing anything first, I judge you to have good intentions. So are you coming out for a drink with me? Or are you going to be stabbed like your nephew?"