"I told you about the 'sense of voyeurism' before, remember?"
Deathstroke's Batman didn't rush to tune the tuning fork, but chatted with the orangutan. There was a reflection of the sky in the pool in Washington Square, and the black sun in the pool seemed to be waving with the wind.
"Yes, I remember." The orangutan exhaled smoke and scratched the top of his head: "Don't tell me you feel it again now? Washington Square was a cemetery next to the swamp before 1836, where the victims of the yellow fever epidemic were buried.
More than 20,000 people have died, are you so sensitive that you can feel the souls of the dead?"
The feeling of being spied on, to put it bluntly, is the feeling of furry hair on the back, as if someone is secretly watching oneself.
When a ghost or ghost appears, the surrounding environment temperature will drop due to negative energy, and people will also feel similar.
"What? Do you mean this place is haunted?"
Minty touched her arm. Her uniform was a short-sleeved suit. She had grown rapidly after being injected with various serums, so the clothes were a little too small. Now she felt even colder in her belly.
"It's not what Bobo said." Su Ming help the monkey put on the cuckold wordlessly: "I just feel like I'm being watched by something intermittently. When I don't have this feeling, it doesn't seem to matter what I say or do.
, but it’s different now, I feel like my words were recorded by something.”
There is no way to describe the feeling in detail, but it is not a big problem. He can share his feelings with the orangutan through strangulation, directly through nerve conduction.
The black thread penetrated into the orangutan's cervical spine by putting on the hat, and Bobo immediately frowned.
He understood the feeling of the death knell, that indescribable but clearly visible abstract feeling.
"I have no clue." The orangutan raised his furry paw and pressed the bridge of his nose, which was already low, "I suggest you not to focus too much on this issue. After all, it is just a feeling, without any clues or evidence to support it.
The world we live in is made of matter.”
"Well, let's put it aside for now." Deathstroke withdrew his symbiote tentacles. Even though the nano-level tentacles would not cause any pain when entering the body, he helped the orangutan rub the back of his head: "Let's get started, put up the tuning fork."
The gold has been arriving one after another, and the amount is as large as a small mountain. Although it is just a borrowing, it is obviously worthy of attention.
The President did not appear, but the army did come, and many heavily armed soldiers imposed martial law on the surrounding area. In other words, in the square with the pool and the obelisk, these are the only ones who can move around freely.
hero.
Without proper smelting equipment, design drawings, or an engineering team, Supergirl was very curious about how Batman would make a tuning fork.
As a comic book fan, she certainly knew what the Cosmic Tuning Fork was. It was a super equipment made by the Anti-Monitor. She believed that Batman could recreate that spectacle, because Batman was an omnipotent image in the girl's mind, but she could not imagine that
What exactly will the Dark Knight do?
The fake Batman just walked to the golden hill. First he reached out and touched the gold. After making sure that it was pure enough, he stretched out a hand to the girl:
"I see you're curious about what I would do, so this is the solution."
In the palm of his hand is a small paper box, which looks like a box of matches. The only difference is that this small box has a small bat with wings spread on it, which is his symbol as a man.
"What is this?" Mindy didn't know why. She stretched out her hand and pressed the small box. She was very sure that it was made of paper, just like an ordinary matchbox.
"This is Krypton's super-constructed nano-robot bug Plass type." Deathstroke opened his mouth, talking nonsense. He opened the small box and showed its empty interior: "Look inside, do you see anything?"
"Uh... No, I didn't see anything." Super Kill Girl is just a junior high school student, not very good at those science and engineering things. When it comes to firearms and bombs, she knows a lot about it, but this kind of nanotechnology robot is just...
It's a bit beyond the scope of cognition.
"Really? Look again." The orangutan already understood that Deathstroke was trying to trick her again, so he also sent an assist, asking the girl to stare at the air and get a better look.
Minty reached out and touched it again, and put her slender fingers into the empty matchbox and stirred it around, but the touch from her fingers was only as rough as paper:
"The common matches in the United States are folding cardboard matches. There may be more boxed matches in the UK. Well, I know it is definitely not a matchbox. The matchbox in Batman's hand cannot be a matchbox, but it is really
It seems..."
The girl pouted in grievance and looked at the orangutan and the man pitifully. She really found nothing.
"Study hard in the future. You will understand when you grow up." Holding the prop that was originally a real matchbox, Su Ming pretended to press the bat symbol on it: "You have just touched tens of billions of nanorobots.
, but it’s not visible to the naked eye.”
"That's right, if you think it's magical that things you can't see actually exist in reality, then you should be careful next, as the miracle will happen soon!"
It's not like the orangutan who came from the circus cannot be praised by magicians. He is quite good at setting up the atmosphere.
Sure enough, the girl's attention moved away from the matchbox. She stared at the golden mountain in front of her and swallowed her saliva in anticipation.
Then she saw changes. The gold seemed to melt by itself, but the liquefied gold did not flow freely, but began to change its shape and fly toward the sky.
They first formed a thick cylinder, and then began to deform one after another, outlining complex mechanical structures on the surface of the cylinder, as well as 'branches' that looked like TV antennas.
She couldn't see what changes had taken place inside the golden cylinder, but the changes in its appearance not only opened her eyes, but also shocked the people who were paying attention to it through TV or the Internet.
After all, this uses the gold reserves of the United States and every American's money. It is difficult to not care about it.
Even if they are not Americans, who in this world has seen Batman? Who has seen so much gold? Curiosity will make them choose to watch the live broadcast.
And people's attention is only the first step. The next step is to activate the tuning fork, let it gather everyone's spiritual power, and show some "miraculous" performance, which will smoothly make people feel emotional.
With emotions comes energy, and then it's up to Bobo to see his performance. I hope Brother Gaomao, who is far away in another universe, will take care of him.