On the way forward, waves of men in black fell in front of the two of them, and Vico was very satisfied with this, and if possible, she wanted to expand the news into a documentary.
She has thought of the name, and it is called the death knell on the tip of the knife.
The dazzling picture in front of her, coupled with her professional commentary, she felt that she would definitely be popular, and she had thought of all the lines, such as: "When the first rays of the moon fell on the land of Gotham, the men in black and yellow armor set out from their homes with sharpened knives.
She walked across the corpse-strewn pavement to another world full of blood to play.
It's an ancient custom of killers, and it's also a way of life that Death Knell relies on for recreation on weekdays."
"The corpse is undoubtedly the crystallization of biology and the great killer, the tacit cooperation between the body and the blade, so that the warm and enthusiastic internal organs burst out and then shattered, leaving only the rustic aroma and empty shell" "It's spring, and Deathknell in Gotham has hacked hundreds of people to death; The black arrows in the south chose to use bows and arrows; And the death shooter who is not far away prefers a sniper rifle; Ms.
Siwa in the east chose to use her own hands, and the killers in different regions have their own advantages."
Watching Su Ming and Cindy move through the crowd like a cloud of killing techniques, she deeply understood the aesthetics of gore and violence, and the blood stains on the walls gradually became like paintings with self-will in her eyes.
Every line of blood, every piece of red dampness, every fragment of internal organs, seems to express something, what comes from a higher level of spirit and mind.
If Su Ming knew about this idea, he would definitely give her a white dove and encourage her to become a director and make a movie.
Now the enemy is powerless, and the two death knells have completely broken their will to fight.
In fact, for Su Ming, whether they are hundreds of people rushing up at a time, or dozens of people adding fuel little by little, there is not much difference, the number of ordinary people is just a trivial question.
Even in the calculations in his mind, the number of these gangsters could not constitute a variable, and he only had a constant in his mind the speed of progress against a group of ordinary enemies.
No matter how many people there are on the other side and what kind of weapons they hold in their hands, the speed at which Death Knell is moving is there, and it can't be stopped.
Finally, after destroying the last group of enemies, they came to two huge doors, which were so beautifully repaired that they looked like they had been torn down from a high-end hotel.
Pushing open the door, there was a study-like hall inside, the fireplace was still burning, but there was no one inside.
There was a smell of cigars and alcohol in the room, and it was apparently Falcone who entertained Gordon, and it was not known what was being talked about between the two.
"It's three people, and there are three people in the house and a cat."
As she spoke, Cindy picked up a long black hair from the couch with the tip of her knife, and the blood dripped into the cracks in the armrests of the couch, staining a few long white hairs.
"Why cats?"
Vico asks questions about how she wants to analyze the story of the next victim more from the side.
Su Ming paused slightly, and despite the headache, he still sensed that something was wrong when he entered the room just now.
He sat on the sofa with a smile, took off his helmet, turned out two teacups, poured out the tea in the teapot and tasted it, and the conclusion was very ordinary, the tea that foreigners drink is not that kind of taste, this tea may be produced in South Asia, and it feels a little curry-like.
The temperature of the water was still lukewarm, and not long after they left, he did not rush to chase after them, but calmly replied to Vico: "Because the cat is a predator, even if it has been 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 gangster's positioning for itself."
Cindy agreed with him, she sat next to Su Ming and drank tea, unlike him, she expressed her satisfaction with the tea: "Dogs are not good, dogs are pursuers, canines are brutal and ferocious, noisy and crazy, and act in groups.
Only the bikers liked it, and it was used to show their might, and at the level of the Romans, he needed to show more tenderness. ” Su Ming glanced at Cindy with some disgust, such a difficult tea could be drunk, and he no longer looked at her to taste the tea: "So we judge that this is a cat, you don't think that a gangster like Falcone will hold a rabbit or a goat every day, right?"
” Even in the feminist world, gangsters don't hold those, herbivores and gangsters don't fit in.
Wei Ke recorded it with some feelings, and had a new understanding of the gangster psychology, but he was a little unsure about the two of them suddenly sitting on the sofa and drinking tea.
"Why did you stop all of a sudden?
There should be a secret passage or something in this room, don't you have to look for it?
” She asked the two suspiciously, Su Ming pushed the teapot to Cindy, picked up the wine bottle herself, changed the cup and poured a full cup, and drank it all.
"You just noticed that we found hair and cat hair, but you didn't notice how we found out, right?"
"Huh?"
"Because when we came in, the hair and cat hair were swaying on the couch, like seaweed, and the armor on our bodies didn't cause this reaction, and neither did the instruments and equipment on you, what do we usually call this phenomenon?
Cindy?
Su Ming pulled out the knife behind his back and put it on the table.
"Mass static electricity."
Cindy did the same, except that she had the knife on her lap.
Su Ming nodded, smiling and looking around the room, the fireplace could only illuminate a small area, and more places in the room were dark.
"Usually static electricity is caused by friction, but if you are fast enough, the body's magnetic field cutting the earth's magnetic field can have a similar effect."
"Yes."
Cindy raised her pistol and pointed it at another corner of the room, where there was nothing but darkness: "I've actually been thinking about why she's missing, because Batgirl is never an evasive person.
When she knows that there is danger, she will not hide, and like a paranoid, she will choose to face her enemies. ” Su Ming glanced at her, but did not make any defensive moves: "As long as a person passes by, then it will inevitably leave traces, but the bat girl does not, which makes me can't help but make conjectures In view of the lot of information I know, I have had many guesses."
Until now, the moment I saw static electricity, I understood how bats could not be detected by anyone without dodging. ” Before entering the research institute, he and Cindy exchanged some views on the problem of the multiverse in the small supermarket, and she felt that since Su Ming could reach the negative 11 of Earth from the parallel world, other people should be able to do the same.
This sentence reminded him that the multiverse is a whole, and what he does unintentionally, others can certainly do if they are intentional.
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The room was silent, as if he was talking to the air, and the camera shone around every corner, and there was not a trace of Batgirl, not even the angle at which Cindy was pointing her gun.
"It's a good ability to move at high speeds so that you can't be seen by others.
But Barry, the world is at stake, and are you sure you're going to go to war with two death knells at this time?
Su Ming sighed and motioned for Cindy to put the gun down, he poured another glass of wine and put it on the table: "What we have is explosives, and there are very few routes you can choose in this small space, and my knife will be waiting for you in your trajectory." ” He stood up, took apart the pillow he had brought with him, took out the feathers and scattered them into the sky, although they were very subtle, but he could still see that the feathers were falling and spun faster, as if they were being pulled by something.
"Since you came after you as I thought, but only hid and did not make the first move, I judge you to have good intentions.
So you're out for a drink with me?
Or do you want to be stabbed like your nephew?
” P Meiman Knell 48302dexhtp