"If we knew it was so troublesome, we should have gone to find the Morbius chair."
Superman walked up to the ladies like Harley, crossed his arms and grumbled, his long black hair was a little gray, and he looked a little more mature at this time, but his words were very childish: "The chair that Batman can sit on, I can sit on, and I can definitely withstand its side effects." ”"Hee-hee, the last time I sat in that chair, it was Wally, but that thing almost burned his brain, and I don't know where the chair flew in the end."
The kind Harley pointed to the floor and motioned for Superman to sit down and chat, but Luthor didn't know how long he would have to be busy, and said, "So, to find that chair, it is better for you and me to go to the editorial office, find a few acquaintances, and see if we can ask something." ”Hearing this, Damian, who was standing next to Cindy's lap, squinted his eyes, and he listened quietly, hiding his presence."
No need to go, I've been there before, and the current DC editorial office is not what you know."
The long-haired little Superman sighed, looked at the back of the five-dimensional man who was also going to join in the fun and rummage through the cabinet, and after sitting down, he whispered to Hallie: "Now the people there seem to be brainwashed, they think about what is right every day, and they don't care whether the plot is reasonable or not." ”"Damn, I'd like to get Jim Lee to draw for me in the next magazine, he can always draw my ass super beautiful."
Hallie frowned, obviously not very happy, but as she spat out a bubble, she laughed again: "But it doesn't matter, if the DC editors go crazy, I'll go back to V Society, Neil Gaiman will definitely be able to paint me artistically." ”"What are you two talking about?"
While Superman nodded his head in all his thoughts, the confused raven asked a question, because she could no longer understand the conversation between the two mentally ill people: "What editorial office?"
Who are these two people you are talking about?
”"Well, it stands to reason that you shouldn't know that, because the more you know, the faster you will go crazy."
Hallie, who was rolling bubblegum with her tongue, saw the cute appearance of the raven, smiled and pasted her with her face, and then said, "But you are a witch and have a split personality, so it doesn't matter, let me tell you, well, how to say it?"
Do you know Channel 52?
”"Know a little bit, I haven't been, but listen to Donna, Deathstroke is working with them?"
Raven nodded, her hood sliding with gravity above her head, revealing her forehead."
You're talking about that person, not me."
Cindy interjected, she had already taken off her helmet and crouched to the side to smoke."
Anyway, it's good to know, the newsroom is a special place on a higher level, where people can revise our stories, and they're more like a witness like Channel 52.
Maker?
”Speaking of which, Harley was still a little unsure, and asked Superman's opinion with her eyes."
Let's just say that they're even higher than the level of the Five-Dimensional People."
Superman nodded and added, but his voice was not loud, as if he was afraid of being heard by others: "But that was before, and what happened to us now has nothing to do with that side for a long time, and the story has completely changed" As he spoke, his tone was still a little lost, because if that path worked, it would be much easier to deal with Proaya."
Hehe, I guessed it, although I didn't go to this year's Comic Con, but if as you said, they let a beauty like Xiao Dai not paint, but instead paint her black aunt who is only a little related by blood, I'm afraid the readers will run out, right?"
Harley wanted to laugh at that, even though she couldn't even remember the name of Diana's aunt as her best friend."
I can't remember the name of her aunt, and I wasn't interested in just looking at a cover."
Superman patted his uniform, especially the S logo on his chest, and shouted into the distance: "Trickster, do you remember what Wonder Woman's aunt called?"
”Yes, the troublemaker can also join such a 'over the wall' topic, after all, he is a five-dimensional person, and what happens to everyone is just a comic story in his eyes."
I don't remember!
Are your brains offline?
Who's going to see her?!
It's obviously a woman, but she turns out to look like a war machine actor from the MCU movie next door!
And as an Amazon warrior, wearing knight armor in medieval Europe, and using 870 shotguns as weapons, the upper limit of combat effectiveness is too low!
Why don't you go and see the Terminator!
”Hearing the question, the troublemaker who was rummaging through the cabinet there was like being stung by a scorpion, obviously acting sure that he had seen it, but he vetoed it, as if he was afraid that admitting that he remembered it would embarrass Superman fans.
The three of them chatted happily, but the others around them seemed to be caught in a cloud and mist, and they couldn't figure it out at all.Cindy, Damian, Raven, none of them are stupid, each of these words is in English, but the meaning of the words together is incomprehensible, and it hurts to swell.Luckily, Luther's side quickly interrupted the chatter."
Friends!
I found it. ”The bald guy with a shiny head raised a metal plate in his hand that was also shiny, signaling that everyone had found something, and then he slid his fingers on it, and soon a stone tablet fell from the sky, and he didn't know where it came from, but he was obviously used to it: "It's a little strange, I remember that this board shouldn't have been here last time, how did it get to my hand.
Well, no matter what, everyone come here, I'll translate for you. ”He sensed something was wrong, that is, the process of finding things by himself was too smooth, to be honest, he just remembered that he had accidentally seen Prolaia's information before, and the search just now was completely lucky.But today's luck is somehow so good, and after opening less than ten cabinets, I was encountered.It's like there's a big invisible hand helping.
But that's a good thing, isn't it?
So don't get too entangled, he beckoned everyone to come closer and have a meeting together."
I'll come, I'll translate."
The Chief gave a strong cry, which gave the latter a black question mark on his face, but he didn't care, and shouted as he stretched out his hand: "I have a Ph.D. in Classics, and I guarantee that the translation is very literary." ”"Uh, well, here you go."
Luthor moved out of the way of the stele, looking puzzled, he had already determined that the Chief was indeed sick, and it was best to stay away from it, lest he be infected with the madness of the Doom Patrol.Since the Chief can read the hybrid script used by Pepetua, let him do it, and save himself some saliva.The chief was very satisfied with this result, he panted and pushed his wheelchair to the stele, but the corners of his mouth turned up wildly, obviously, in his heart, he had won again this time!
(End of chapter)