"It's a bustling place."
On a rooftop terrace, ** spoke to Deathbell, who was in the same pose as Batman, "Did you notice?"
There are a lot of camera-like things on the roads in the city. ”"See, the cameras all over the city are the most annoying sight for criminals, aren't they?"
Su Ming replied with a smile, while paying attention to the pedestrians on the street, "Although if it's in Gotham, any surveillance won't play a role in preventing crime." ”The people were still dressed in the 1950s, including the women's dresses and hairstyles, as if time had stood still forever.Hundreds of years have passed, and the aesthetic has not changed, and they are still popular to use tongs to cool down and perm large wavy curls, and then wrap a handkerchief on their heads.If Harley were to walk on the street dressed like this now, her identity would be directly exposed.The men's dress was not much better, or the style of a long trench coat with a suit, and a fedora hat, the aesthetic of that era was not much different from the Prohibition era.Everything in the city is standard, as if it has been measured by a ruler, all the streets are tic-tac-toe, but people don't seem to be very depressed, but in a good mood.Also, since we know that our compatriots in the outside world are all dead, and only they survive living underground, human beings have a strange trait, and when they know that their own lives are worse than their own, their own miserable lives seem to be less painful.Why do they actually have a bad life?
Because the underground is not above ground after all, the industry that can be carried out in this kind of place is very limited, and the involution alone is enough for many people to feel uncomfortable.Not to mention that if Knell were to rule the dungeon, he would definitely choose to raise the barriers to entry for other industries, and then squeeze the human resources except for the necessary survival needs into the industries he wanted them to work in.This is a conventional means of manipulating a society behind the scenes, which is regulated by the market and the economy."
Wait a minute, I'll go down and get you some clothes."
Su Ming gave an explanation to a few people, and then turned around, and strangled to reproduce what he dressed when he was in the thirties of Marvel, because "The Godfather" never goes out of style.Stealth downstairs, appearing in the surveillance corner, he is like a local resident, with a happy smile on his face, searching the street for the location of ready-to-wear shops.Passing by the automatic newsstand, he had the strangler secretly poke the device, from which he obtained a few coins, as well as a copy of today's newspaper.He was not the only one standing on the side of the street reading the newspaper, so naturally it didn't seem so strange.The coins were minted in bronze and were carved with the denomination and the hooded head of the Prophet.The news in the newspapers is very ordinary, except for a lot of advertising, it is a bit of bits and pieces of lace news.Well, now at least we know that there are no superheroes here that will get in the way, and of course there are no supervillains, which is a good thing.When a city is about the size of the whole of Australia, a lot of problems can be covered up, at least there is no negative coverage in the news, at most it means that the gas pipeline on that road in a district has blown up again.Fold up the newspaper and tuck it under his arm, Knell pushed the door open and walked into a ready-to-wear store, at least that's what the sign on the door frame reads.The shop was laden with cloth and finished clothes, and he was greeted by a tailor shopkeeper with round glasses, who spoke in the standard London accent, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
”With this opening, the death knell seemed to see the tide of the times rushing towards him, and the sun of the empire that did not set was slowly setting into the sea "I want a few sets of clothes, but I won't pay you, sir, I exchange ancient relics." ”Su Ming kept a gentlemanly smile and responded in the same standard London accent, while taking out a lighter from his pocket and gently placing it on the counter.It's just an ordinary grinding wheel lighter, I forgot where I picked it up during World War II, it seems to be a German soldier?
There was still half a pack of cigarettes.The cigarette was finished, but Su Ming didn't throw the lighter, even if he didn't use it much later.The shopkeeper lifted his glasses, and did not say yes or no, but said that he was going to leave for a while and ask someone to identify him.It's understandable, but it's the same for whoever you invite, it's a real World War II product, and if anyone dares to say it's fake, when the unruly Deathstroke can also use another free means to get clothes and achieve the perfect infiltration achievement.It turned out that the American descendants of the fifties were relatively simple, and the owner quickly brought in professionals, and after appraising the lighter and making sure it was still usable, he gave a fairly high price.In other words, Knell used a lighter that he picked up that year to exchange for several sets of high-end clothes, and the tailor shop owner had to pour him a lot of money.Obviously, they also made some money, and while picking out clothes, Su Ming chatted with the shopkeeper and the appraiser, and learned that the prophet encouraged anyone to join the expedition and go to the ground to explore the relics and find the lost history.As long as someone can get back to the team, those things will be bought at a high price, so that the people who venture out will live a good life for a long time.The Prophet invented an advanced means of transportation that was able to dig through snowdrifts at high speeds, without walking on the upper layers of the snow, and to avoid being surrounded by zombies as much as possible.But even so, the casualty rate is still high, and working under the snow can kill people in an avalanche, let alone dig up the ruins of the city.After understanding the situation in general, Su Ming returned to everyone again in concealment, and at the same time began to make a pair of stilts for **."
Technology advanced to 2555, but this society stopped in 1950, whether it is the atmosphere or the behavior, all aspects."
Su Ming hammered nails on the wooden sticks, and compared the size of the **, "They worship the prophet but are not fanatical, but they seem quite rational." ”Harley put on her coat, changed into high heels, put a powder and blue double ponytail on top of her head, wrapped it in a handkerchief, and bit the hairpin in her mouth and said, "Anyway, let's go find this person first, and find out where the Prophet's house is?"
”"I asked a few questions, but the two old men just laughed and didn't say anything, as if they had been asked a child's question by an adult, thinking it was a joke."
Su Ming recalled what happened in the tailor's shop, and only felt a little strange, the prophet's abode seemed to be known to everyone, but there was no sign that could be seen pointing there.There are many high-rise buildings in the city, but there is no place to touch the prophet."
So I think the orangutan, don't be drawn by that prophet yet, we should keep an eye on the clues to the soul filling."
Jumping on the stilts made by the death knell and expertly putting on human clothes and pants, he is from the circus after all, "Where there are soul fluctuations or spatial fragments, we will find them." ”If you want to throw the weapons produced here on the side of Diversity 1, whether it is through technology or magic, it will inevitably produce spatial fragments, unless it is a bridging method like Sepulk."
This is also a solution, anyway, the purpose is only to stop the heavy snow on Earth 0, and the identity of this prophet is not so important."
Raven gave her opinion, but she said that it didn't count, it still depended on Knell's decision.Su Ming took out a cigarette and lit it, and watched the city under the sun spit out a puff of smoke, and the artificial sun looked like a tumbling white fireball from the ground.It glows, but it doesn't have much heat."
Let's check the soul first, Raven, you try the séance."
Knell has decided that the so-called prophetic issue can be put on hold, and the snow and monster invasion must be stopped first."
But I don't have a medium."
Raven's fingers were entwined."
Here's what you're given."
Deathstroke magically handed her a pen, "Remember the zombie I cut off my head?"
It's his stuff. ”**'s eyes suddenly became sharp, and he complained, "Have you turned the search for corpses into a cadre?"
How much did your career as a mercenary affect you?
”"Don't care about those details, if a gold pen is dropped in the snow on the road, you will pick it up when you see it, what's wrong with picking it up from someone else's corpse?
Let's get started, raven, and don't care what the orangutans say. ”Su Ming stretched out his fingers and pinched the mouth of the **, and then fixed him on the stilts, and the two empty sleeves also posed in a chest-hugging posture, which really looked like a sunglasses beater.();