Chapter 3284 (2/2)
Taking a video of a bat car driving through the street can become a little popular online. I really think Gotham doesn't want to stick a note to the bat car to become famous?
No, they just can't.
Xiao Shan, who collected the ticket, sighed. Naturally, he knew about the Batmobile, but he couldn't do it like Batman, so he had to change the topic:
”What shall we do next?”
”You go and send the chief out through the divine speed level. The hanging will meet you outside, and then you come back. We'll let ezekie take the road to find the steel bone.” the knell immediately gave the plan without any hesitation.
The golden current wrapped the duck boat, and Barry came out of the driver's seat the next second:
”It's done. I'll hand it over to the others of the doomsday patrol. His consciousness should have returned to his own body, but he's still in a coma. What's next?”
Su Ming put the cockroach jar on the position where the electronic navigation of the vehicle is usually located: ”listen to what it says, just drive towards the place where the doomsday will happen.”
”The doomsday prophet begins to navigate for you. Please enter the destination... Do you think I would say that?!” the cockroach dances around in the jar in a strange manner, and the bread held by its forelimbs is waved vigorously: ”I am the most powerful prophet in the world, not your toy!”
”God killer, fly swatter... Well, it seems that there are some small insects barking. I didn't hear what you just said. Now tell me, which way should we go?”
”200 meters ahead, turn left.”
The cockroach sounded a gentle British gentleman, thick and magnetic, as if full of intellectual precipitation brought by years.
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”Squeak!”
The fire sword accurately passed through the body of a vulture. With the scream of the strange bird, Diana watched it turn into a pool of white ash with contemplative eyes.
The same piles of white ash were scattered next to the boneless body, mixed in the red blood, as if someone had burned paper next to the body.
Seeing the end of the battle, the orangutan detective came together and began the autopsy. The magnifying glass in his hand made his face look distorted:
”So you've been in Los Angeles in recent years?”
The person he asked was naturally the man who went to the forgetting bar for help, a former friend.
The man was covered with dirty bandages. Those bandages looked like colorful rags. Only his eyes were exposed, and other parts were tightly wrapped.
In addition to the bandage, he also wore a green hooded cloak, which was also dilapidated, with holes eaten by insects, like curtains pulled from a haunted house.
The person questioned came to the body and squatted down. He closed his eyes on the leather cover of the person who died in peace. Although some could not see his face, they could still feel his sad mood:
”Well, it's all in Los Angeles... Mr. Berman is a good man. He shouldn't have ended up like this. Who killed him?”
”I'm investigating, but so far it's not good. There are no footprints, no special smell outside the blood, and even the surveillance video has been burned.”
Bobo takes a sip of his pipe and moves it to the other corner of his mouth with his thick lips:
”Maybe our killer is a demon who understands computers, but it sounds a little absurd... Tell me about you. What makes you go back to the forgetting bar to find me again, who said 'magic is a sin'?”
The man with rags on his body sighed. He knew that Bobo was still angry with him.