The Death Knell

In the circular hall, everyone was looking at the text projected on the round table, but the expressions on their faces were all weird and indescribable.

"It's the four symbols of ****. What does it mean?"

Superman, who was very confident in his eyesight, spoke first. He even activated his clairvoyance ability, but he didn't see anything unusual in the notepad.

And this book is too dirty, right? Is the suspicious filth on the cover the dried snot?

Batman in the shadow of the light didn't speak, he just looked away from Superman, because if he couldn't even see these four words, he wouldn't be able to understand a lot of things being said to him, so he might as well save his breath.

Ron was the second to say that he only saw symbols, not words at all. This made Bat sure that the aliens seemed hopeless, so he turned his attention to Diana.

Wonder Woman is a demigod. Although she is an old god, she may know more about the things about gods. She hopes to see what is written here.

But Xiao Dai just shook her head, saying that what she saw was the same as everyone else. She understood that the bat was waiting for a different answer, but unfortunately she couldn't give it.

What about Cyborg? It has been fully optimized and upgraded by Deathstroke, and now it has become the PLUS version of Granny Huang. Will it have stronger scanning or data analysis capabilities?

The result was no. The little black man spread his hands, leaned back on the chair, and started rubbing his temples just like Barry. The benefits of turning his whole body into flesh and blood were not felt yet, but the disadvantages came first, and now he also Headache.

In this way, except for Batman himself, the other seven members of the Zhenglian Big Seven were wiped out. They could only see four asterisks on the notepad, and nothing else.

But in Batman's eyes, the whole piece of paper is filled with the words 'God of Silence', and Lucifer's handwriting is also very beautiful. After all, he is a demon from hell. Maybe the contract has enough written on it.

So he turned his attention to Black Adam, the Titans and Teen Titans who were watching, and even the Doom Patrol who was still lost in the lake.

But no one raised their hands.

"The meeting is dismissed." Batman stood up directly without any explanation, took back his notepad and left the meeting room, disappearing into the darkness outside the door.

Everyone in the conference room looked at each other, but then they sighed and shook their heads as usual, because this man was always like this, never explained, he would only do what he wanted to do.

What do the things in the notepad mean? Why didn’t everyone’s answers satisfy him? Where does he plan to go?

No one knows, this is the way bats do.

"It's like this again, alas, it's time to go home and sleep." Green Arrow also stood up from his seat next to the round table, put his arms around his ex-wife beside him, and winked at her, as if he was planning to get back. A war at home.

Everyone talked quietly with their companions and left the meeting room one after another, because the time was indeed not suitable and most people were ready to take a rest.

Being called to a meeting in the middle of the night, the result is like guessing a riddle. If you guess wrong, you will be sent home. I have become accustomed to it. This is the daily life of a superhero.

"I have to talk to him. We are teammates. We can't let him face everything by himself." Nodding goodbye to everyone, Superman quickly followed out. This was to chase Batman. He always felt that it was mysterious. If you have bad principles and don't tell your teammates anything, you still don't trust them.

In order to make his teammates better people, Superman felt he had an obligation to talk.

Of course, whether he can catch up with that person is another matter. When the bat wants to hide its whereabouts, it is almost impossible to be found.

"Huh? Is the meeting over?" Arthur rubbed his eyes and woke up. He stretched hard and his bones crackled. He seemed very comfortable: "Hey, the wine in Deathstroke's world is really strong. My head still hurts now. What was said at the meeting just now? Why do everyone look so ugly? "

"It's okay. You guys can rest. I'll go find Slade."

Diana put on her cloak and left quickly. She contacted the adjutant as she walked, as if she was inquiring about something in a low voice.

But when she reached the door, she stopped and glanced at the Doom Patrol, but she didn't know when Bobo's orangutan disappeared. She shook her head, probably guessing something:

"Adjutant, please teleport me to Sepurk first. You said that the contact with Deathstroke has been temporarily interrupted. What's going on?"

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"Come out, hiding in a cardboard box is not stealth."

While Superman was still looking for him, this man had already left through the underground secret passage of the Hall of Justice. Because when the secret passage was built, the material was mixed with a large amount of lead, and Superman's superpowers could not detect it at all. The presence.

And that's just one of countless backdoors someone could leave to the Hall of Justice.

But as he walked, there was a carton used to store apples in the canteen secretly following him behind him. This kind of deception made him unable to help but complain.

The sound of hissing came from the dark tunnel, and the cardboard box was opened, revealing a creature covered in black fur inside. Only his white teeth were still conspicuous in the darkness.

"I'm a little curious about the orangutan, so I followed you. Do you mind?"

"No, you have any information to tell." Batman climbed up the ladder on the side, which would take him to a hidden teleporter, and then use a sonic boom to teleport him somewhere.

Smart people are always welcome.

"I can see the text on the notepad. It is filled with the words 'God of Silence', right?" The orangutan took out the pipe, held it in his mouth and sucked on it. The smoke came out of the pot as he spoke. A little bit of Mars: "Everyone's reaction is invisible, so I don't want to cause panic or be treated as an outlier. It's better for us to communicate privately."

Well, although he is indeed an anomaly, an orangutan mixed in with humans.

"You can see it."

The awkward Batman asked again. This statement was actually asking how Bobo saw it.

The tunnel was pitch dark, and he was almost one with the darkness, and sounds seemed to come from all directions.

"I don't know why, but I can anyway. Maybe it's because I'm extremely smart, or maybe the meteorite water I drank back then was nourishing enough?"

The orangutan detective with a funny expression laughed. He and Deathstroke had operated many times, and now he had become very humorous:

"It seems that this term can only be understood when communicated by insiders. So experience tells me that when everyone's brains are affected by unknown factors, things become a bit troublesome."

He has discovered that this is the case. If only one party can recognize the words, then even if he wants to communicate with others, the other party cannot hear, understand, or understand.

This must be the influence of the mystery from a higher level. As an orangutan who has been in the magic world all year round, he does understand.

"That's right." Bat nodded, and the corners of his mouth turned down: "Tell me something else I don't know."