Chapter 49 (1/2)

Barry scratched his hair. He's still hungry. He can't concentrate at all. It's dark here. He wants to sleep.

However, he plucked himself up and rubbed his face with his hands and asked BRICs:

”what do you mean by saying that the death knell is not a death knell? Is this fake? ”

”I don't have the impression that men here can reach this point with guns.” She zoomed in on the image, zooming in on the whole body of the death knell: ”this man's skeletal structure is male.”

With that, she took a snapshot of the police post behind the death knell, the TV station's Broadcasting car, and the death knell itself. She measured the horizontal distance between them and created a scale.

”Gotham TV station's relay car uses the” Amazon ”1999 model produced by metropolis, with a carriage height of 3.5 meters... The gate height of Gotham police station is 6.2 meters in the official record, and because of geological reasons, it will subside by 0.01 meters every year since 1996... While Cindy Wilson's height is... 1.73 meters...”

after inputting these data, the main engine There was a beep, and there was almost a big red fork, which made Bryce shrug her shoulders.

”No, this man is 1.84 meters tall, male... Now it is not only my personal impression, but also the system has confirmed that there is no such person in Gotham.”

Barry had already found the food left on the table. He took some soup from the big pot and put it into his mouth with a big wooden spoon. The bad taste made him shiver. It tasted like thick snot.

But he cheered himself up. He was a superhero. How could he not bear this pain? He needs nutrition, and he needs it now.

”So the footprints on the top of the dinosaur's head are his. He killed your dragon.”

”Well, thanks for the reminder.” ”After recording the news, he and Cindy hijacked Barbara and two reporters from the TV station and came here together.”

Barry put the bad sweet soup into his mouth. The soup had cooled and solidified, and there was no trace of sweetness. The numbness of his tongue made him unable to pronounce clearly: ”then they had a happy dinner with you, patted their buttocks and left. Barbara and the reporters showed no sign of being coerced.”

”This is exactly what I can't think of...” Brice also picked out a piece of lettuce from the pot, just licked it and vomited it out. Looking at Barry with an incredible look, she shook her head: ”I can understand the reporter's idea. After all, news is valuable, but Barbara...”

”... Have you contacted director Gordon?” Barry took a hard swallow, let out a ”Er” groan of pain, gasped for a moment, and then opened his mouth to remind her.

”I don't think I can get through to him at the death knell.” She said to Alfred, ”you'd better go and prepare the food quickly. Our guests are eating the dishes made by the funeral bell. After a little taste, I feel like I'm going to be killed by her.”

”Of course, miss, the food is already on the stove.”

Ah Fu went up the stairs again to prepare food and make the guests hungry. It was not a housekeeper's job.