The three of them observed the situation in the city from the rooftop, and it was well known that the angels were crazy now, and it was uncertain what kind of changes would occur in Los Angeles.But after drinking and chatting for more than ten minutes, Su Ming and the adjutant studied the comprehensive results, and found that the city was still running very steadily, and there were not many crazy demons hunting on the streets, and no mad angels would come down to forcibly take people away to serve God.Everything was working according to the old rules, and it seemed that McGeeken still had a good grip on the demons."
Alright, let's go to the next place."
Su Ming picked up Harley, and the little psycho happily put his head on his shoulder, but before he could enjoy it for a few seconds, he had already reached the other side of the city.It was a small, dilapidated building, with no doorman and no property, and the wooden floors under his feet were squeaking with age.And Su Ming's goal was an office on the second floor."
There's no one in there."
Superman activated his superpowers, and he could see the situation in the room: "It's full of empty wine bottles and takeout boxes, and it seems like no one has been here for a long time." ”"Strangling, unlocking."
Letting the symbiote flow through the keyhole, Su Ming turned his head to Little Superman and said, "That's right, this is Albera's office, I hired her to find Lucifer and the Sandman a few months ago, but she never came back, I'll see if she has collected any clues before she leaves." ”Superman stroked his shawl hair and nodded: "I'll help you find it, no matter what she's hiding, I can find it." ”With a click, the door opened, and a smell of dust mixed with rot came to my face.Hallie, who is always fragrant, covered her nose and told a joke in a sullen voice: "She may have hidden corpses at home, and those corpses have been mummified, and we just inhaled corpse powder!"
Wait, maybe I can invent a new word, how about corpses?
”"No, it's just air-dried, spoiled Thai food, and she never cleans up her room, so much so that every time Lucifer comes to her, she has nowhere to sit and has to help her clean up first."
Su Ming explained, strangulation had already sniffed out the ingredients in the air."
Well, what a smart woman."
Hearing the words of the death knell, Harley looked very appreciative, and her little head tapped again and again, because she was like this herself, and never cleaned up the room.So every time Xiaohong comes to play with herself?
I'll help clean it up.Since you can let someone else do it?
Why waste your time?
That's time management."
But Thai food is still not very tasty, and there may be something wrong with the witch's aesthetic?
She's definitely not as cute as I am. ”Hallie shook her head and added?
Does she prefer Americanized food, like burgers?
Hot dogs, cakes and stuff like that.Death Knell walked into the room?
Turned on the light switch next to the door?
It's both an office and a witch's home, and it's like a closed fast food restaurant.He's not here to clean the hour, he's here to look for clues, the more he crosses the door of all kinds of garbage?
Strode into the living room.Pull aside a few leftover boxes on the table?
The food inside has completely decomposed, leaving only countless empty fly pupal shells."
She's a Konstantin drunkard and an old smoker, and you talk about taste with such a person?"
Su Ming from a pile of garbage, nerve cell paralysis here is a picture?
Come and have a look. ”This is an ordinary A4 piece of paper, what made Su Ming notice it?
It's because Albera doesn't have a printer or fax machine.The sorcerer didn't need them, and she didn't have the money to buy them.There are a lot of stains on this paper?
Looking like coffee stains, wine stains?
Thai Tom Yum Soup?
And a lot of viscous liquids after drying?
Maybe it's vomit?
Coupled with the jumble of lines and code-like self-made symbols, this is definitely a work of surrealism.But that's not a problem, Superman is here, and the perspective ability can directly see the handwriting at the bottom of the paper without destroying the paper.The paper is like an oil painting, painted with stains layer by layer, but in Superman's eyes, he can see any layer he wants.On the other hand, judging from the few exposed handwritings, Albella must have been in a state of drunkenness when she wrote the paper, and Hallie was able to deduce through psychoanalysis what the drunkard intended to write at the time, as some mentally ill people also have symptoms similar to perpetual drunkenness.Superman took the paper, glanced at it, and frowned: "I can't understand the symbols she draws, and there are many phrases that are suspected to be black words in the wizarding world, so I can only draw a new one according to it." ”"Then I'm bothering you."
Su Ming directly took out the pen and paper he usually used to write the contract from his waist bag, and he had already prepared.Superman is very happy, if he brings Clarke, who was originally 0 on Earth, to come, he is still fighting whether to break into a private house or not, which involves a lot of legal and moral issues.Within three seconds, Superman completed the work, he was originally an avid fan of comics, and drawing fandom is even more of a housekeeper.The copied ghost drawing pattern was handed over to Hallie, who had been tiptoeing to see it, and she took out a pair of gold wire eyes from her jacket pocket with her backhand, put them on the small bridge of her nose and pushed them, and instantly entered a professional state."
Well, well, hey" she nodded her head again and again, as if she had realized something."
What did you find?"
Superman asks curiously, because he doesn't see anything himself.If it weren't even for the death knell to ask him to paint, he would have thought it was a meaningless graffiti.The psychiatrist pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose again, and the two lenses flashed for a moment, and she said, "I'm sure, this lady should be admitted to the hospital immediately, and I can arrange a bed for her in Arkham." ”Su Ming took a cigarette in his mouth, lit it and took a puff gently: "All witches have more or less psychological problems, she has been used by her parents as a money-making beauty pageant tool since she was a child, and later after running away from home, she became addicted to all kinds of narcotics, and after learning magic, she dealt with all kinds of demons, you just need to say that the information in that area on her piece of paper is the most important, and I will do the task of translating ghost drawings." ”"Teamwork?
It reminds me of the Raptor Squad babies. ”Hallie smiled and blinked, placing the paper on the table, as if casually pointing to a corner of it, "From my senses, the symbols and codes in this corner should be the conclusion."
If Superman had completely imitated her handwriting on the paper, then it would have been noted that there were a lot of pauses that shouldn't have been there, and she was writing with great care. ”"Oh?
I can guarantee that I will copy it with the same force as she did when she wrote. ”Superman was a little interested, rubbing his chin: "Then what do you think this will be?"
”Harley took off her glasses and shrugged her shoulders: "If I want to guess, this is a suicide note joke, her words are full of chaos and madness, this kind of person will not want to die, just like me, although sometimes I suddenly feel so sad, but I still have to live strongly." ”"So?"
Su Ming touched her head."
So I'm guessing it's a map, a map hidden with words and symbols, and the witch's backhand."
Hallie grinned and laughed silently.