Following the familiar figure along the stone road, but after passing a few corners, she found that there were more and more people on the road. Covered by the layers of backs, Louise almost lost the familiar figure.
Aboriginal people wearing brightly colored traditional long skirts and trousers passed Louise, and occasionally some modern young people carrying large bags and cameras passed by her talking and laughing.
Louise finally realized that there were more and more people here.
She gave up looking for the figure and wanted to ask what happened here.
Looking up, a spicy aroma suddenly poured into her nostrils, accompanied by a strange sour taste. It was so spicy that Louise almost cried.
Opening her tear-filled eyes, Louise saw a line of purple paint on the faces of the young people next to her.
"Where are you going?"
"Traveling." The young man with a backpack answered strangely.
Seeing Louise's confused expression, she thought her face had frightened Louise, so she kindly pointed to her face and said, "Are you talking about this? Pure natural plant dye, not harmful to the skin, made from local cactus .”
As he spoke, the young man with a backpack also raised a tender fruit in his hand: "Look, the ripe purple-red cactus leaves are very sweet."
"No," Louise shook her head: "I want to know why there are so many people here? There were not so many people on the way I came here."
"You're from the town over there, right? It's a little more remote and the locals don't hold festivals there."
"Everyone is coming here to celebrate the Day of the Dead. I also plan to eat enchelada burritos. Hey... I can already smell the sour and spicy spices."
The young man with the backpack waved his hand in a friendly manner and said goodbye: "Goodbye, I'm going to eat custom snacks. See you again if I have the chance."
"Listen, the drums for the Day of the Dead are ringing, and the whistles are ready!"
Yes. Louise did hear the faint sound of drums mixed in with the noise of human voices. The beats followed the rhythm and the harmonies were leisurely. A kind of light and enthusiastic emotion, as unrestrained as singing and dancing under the hot sun, penetrated people's eyes. Skin, a direct shock to the soul.
Walking towards the music, Louise smelled the mixed smell of food.
There are already grilled corn, teppanyaki, fried ice cream and other foods on the stall. The aroma is rich. The classic Monet sauce is brushed on the lamb chops. The sour and overbearing spices almost take over people's nose.
The further you go, the clearer the music becomes.
There are more and more locals wearing national costumes. Louise avoids the shoulders of the crowd. She can already hear the vague eulogy of the dead and the music.
There are more and more people with purple-red dye on their faces, and some people are holding unknown yellow and red flowers.
Finally, Louise reached the center.
In the music and dance place where a circle of people gathered, Louise squeezed in. Amidst the prayers of the priests, the cheers of the warriors, the singing of the poets, and the cheers of the common people, she was surprised, confused, and puzzled. See with understanding——
——[Clark] was wearing a gorgeous national costume and was singing and dancing among them.
what happened? I remember you are not an Aboriginal? Louise was confused.
…
Bruce Wayne, yes, traveled to New Mexico to investigate the matter.
Although he himself planned to come in disguise and did not even plan to come to the scene, he only planned to rely on the evidence collected by the police to make inferences.
After all, Batman can only pay attention to the subtle and subtle parts.
But Alfred handed him a message.
It's a message from Martha Kent.
"Bruce? Is it convenient for you? I saw on the news that [Clark] participated in another accusation. I am very worried about him."
"[Clark] always reports good news but not bad news. I don't know if he can survive this time. There are many people trying to frame him, and I'm always worried."
"If it's convenient for you, could you help [Clark]?"
"[Clark] said you were the same person as him."
"So I'm asking you to help him, he needs your help."
"—from Martha Kent."
Bruce put down the communication and was stabbed by Alfred's stern gaze again, so he had no choice but to reply.
"Afu, Martha has a filter for her son." Bruce explained.
"She couldn't see her son clearly."
"But you must treat Ms. Martha well, Master Bruce." Alfred shook his head and said, "No matter how much you disagree with Mr. [Kent], this is not a reason for you to ignore a mother."
He looked at Bruce with pleading and hidden concern.
Bruce knew why Alfred was so worried, and he didn't intend for Alfred to find out that something was wrong.
So he smiled, shrugged in a normal relaxed manner, and said, "Afu, of course I know."
But Alfred's expression was still heavy.
Bruce smiled and said, "Okay, okay, I will take care of Martha's son. By the way, I can also travel to New Mexico."
"As Bruce Wayne, maybe a reporter would take a picture and Martha would feel comfortable with that?"
But Alfred's expression did not change, and he said: "Master Bruce, I think you should still remember that you are in the Batcave, with a sweet smile emerging from under a dark and gloomy mask."
"——The gloomy and terrifying bat wants to make himself cute."
"It's so unkind to the hearts of older people."
Batman: "..."
"I know...Afu, I won't do it next time."
…
So Bruce Wayne went to New Mexico openly, without bothering to disguise himself, but strangely found that no one recognized him.
On the economy class plane, a passenger exclaimed to him.
Bruce wanted to show off his silly business smile and say he was going on a trip, and then complained about the butler's strict control, which made the Prince of Gotham plan to escape.
"Ah, are you a celebrity? You look familiar."
As he said that, the passenger said to himself: "Who is it? Why can't I remember it?"
A kind-hearted passenger next to him came over, recognized him for a while, and said, "Maybe he's a football star? But your physique doesn't look like him at all."
Bruce smiled politely.
At this time, the passenger suddenly realized: "Ah! I know! You and Superman look alike!"
"???"
Bruce couldn't help but question the passenger's eyesight. No one had ever said such a thing before!
"Uh, sir, are you sure?" Bruce asked.
The kind-hearted passenger was doubting his eyes. Hearing this, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that there was nothing wrong with his eyes.
"Yeah, are you really sure? In my eyes, there is a world of difference between him and Superman... I'm sorry, I'm not judging you."
The passenger immediately became upset when he heard this and said, "Are you questioning my vision? It is obvious that this gentleman can cosplay Superman in Times Square and take photos for free just by changing his hairstyle!"
The kind-hearted passenger was infected by the profound confidence of these words. He looked at Bruce unconsciously, but then he said sorry for his previous hesitation.
"I mean, maybe you need more than just eyes," he said, not quite so subtly.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Bruce immediately smoothed things over: "Gentlemen, I will try to change my hairstyle later. But first, please don't quarrel over me, okay? I'm just a passerby, and it's not worth wasting your good mood."
As he spoke, he separated the two of them with his body.
"Okay, then you must try it. - I'm right!"
"You should really look at your brain and your eyes. - You didn't hit me hehe - but you have a really good physique. You can't tell, but you can actually separate the two of us."
"More exercise, no work." Bruce said dryly.
After getting off the plane, Bruce sighed. He didn't expect that someone on the road thought he looked similar to [Superman].
I really don’t know what to say.
I didn’t expect that someone didn’t recognize me.
However, based on this situation, it seems that even after the advent of the Internet age, things in Gotham will only be limited to Gotham.
On the way to explore and collect clues, Bruce, who had already collected most of the clues, suddenly felt intense prying eyes.
But on the deserted streets, people have gone to the party, where are the eyes?
Batman maintained his original movement trend and looked around with his peripheral vision.
The streets were quiet, with only faint music floating in the air, nothing out of the ordinary.
There were several private cars parked on the roadside, and no one was hiding inside.
There was not even a sign of the wind blowing, and it was so quiet that it was deathly silent.
Suddenly, a red light suddenly lit up in the corner of my eye, and then disappeared.
Batman observed carefully and saw the empty car's dash cam flashing with the red light in use, turning gently as if alive, and pointing in his direction.
It's watching him!
Batman's muscles trembled. He hadn't encountered such a completely unknown opponent for a long time.
I am being observed. Batman has a feeling of excitement when he meets his opponent. The last time he felt this kind of excitement was [Superman].
And [Superman] can keep him interested and eager, so what can his opponent bring this time?
He shook off the cars as if nothing had happened, and the few cameras on the street ahead also lit up red and rotated slightly.
There are even pedestrians who are shaking their mobile phones while walking, and the rear camera is slightly red.
Is it a sci-fi concept of electronic ghosts? Or a dangerous top hacker?
Batman moved naturally among the crowds, avoiding the lightly dressed tourists, the strangely dressed natives, and the occasional Lois Lane behind him.
She should be here to help [Superman].
Lois Lane doesn't matter.
There is a more serious crisis at the moment.
The backs of passers-by's mobile phones light up red one after another. Mobile phones, "portable spies", seem to suddenly come to life, using their electronic red eyes to observe the world.
One of its uses is to spy on Bruce Wayne.
But Batman was among ordinary people who were unaware of it, but no one noticed that something was wrong. They didn't know that he had become a puppet of an electronic ghost pretending to be an "external body".
He was unable to take revenge on any physical object.
Batman thought, how did this happen? Why can "it" control anyone's mobile phone so quickly? Any electronic device connected to the Internet?
Is there really an omnipotent Digital God?
Or is it that super hackers have left super backdoors on almost everyone’s mobile phones?
Amidst the din of voices and the roar of drums, Bruce Wayne looked unknowing, as if he was enjoying a rare moment of entertainment.
He had an unobstructed view of the festival performances in the crowd, wandered around as he pleased, paid for a triangular-shaped piece of Damal, sweet and spicy, and ate it as he walked.
Mix in a street performance, and then go to the biggest stunt of today's Day of the Dead, the sacrificial performance.
Bruce blended into the largest crowd, deliberately ignoring the flashing red light from time to time, and entered at an angle with Louise who was chasing him, to prevent her from being discovered.
His eyes passed in front of the singer, past a series of dancers in brightly colored clothes, and finally fell on the priest who was praying for blessings.
Wait - something seems wrong?
Bruce's eyes turned back, focusing on the people sweating and singing that he ignored.
Does his eyes also need to see a doctor? Why did he seem to see [Superman] mixed in?
I saw a man whose face looked exactly like [Superman]. His face was painted with mysterious purple lines, which seemed to be some kind of Indian necromancy totem. He was wearing strange national costumes and had bright glitter hanging on his waist. , reflecting the hot sunshine; he was singing the poet's tune to the sound of drums, while sweating with other dancers, with powerful movements, strong posture, and extremely smooth and standard steps - it looked more... Others dance much better.
I seem to be old.
My eyesight seems to be dazzled.
Bruce rubbed his eyes and found that the man looked exactly like [Superman].
But it seems that no one has raised the same question.
No one seems to have noticed that there is some similarity in the appearance between a certain dancer and the [Superman] flying in the sky.
The crowd cheered and burst into continuous cheers.
Bruce looked around in confusion, and was finally relieved to find that Lois Lane on the other side had the same confused expression.
Finally it's not my eyes that are the problem.
The man on the stage is obviously exactly the same as [Superman]!
The performance is still in progress, and the sacrifice has reached the part of interceding with the gods.
The dancers followed the poet in reciting the lyrics.
“Almighty God, hear the lost voice of the Lamb. 』
"There is a soul with no support, there is a soul with no support, there is a soul wandering in a foreign land. 』
"Come back, like light, like a migratory bird, like a cactus stuck in the soil. 』
"Eat the avocado, carry the jicama, and hold a red flower. 』
"Children, come back like the wind. 』
The solemn chorus spread throughout the audience. After the recitation was completed, the singing was paused and there was silence for a moment. The noisy crowd seemed to be shocked by the majestic and captivating recitation. They lost their voice for a moment, leaving only the sacrifice standing on the stage.
Shout loudly: "Undead, come back."
Suddenly there was a strong wind, and strange sounds were heard one after another. The originally bright weather immediately dimmed, and there was even a rumble of thunder.
The cries of confusion and shock from the crowd grew louder and louder.
"What's going on? Are the undead coming?"
"That's amazing! Are there really psychics?"
"I want to make a TikTok! This is going to go viral!"
Under the dark sky, thick black clouds approached the ground with overwhelming force. It was almost impossible to see the road clearly, and the light from the mobile phone seemed to be sucked into the darkness in the distance.
The old priest immediately yelled:
"It's raining! Go and take shelter from the rain!"
She urged: "Don't open stalls! Let tourists go to their homes to take shelter from the rain!"
Everyone was booing, but it was not noticeable under the rumbling thunder.
Although you want to complain about an unsatisfactory travel experience, everyone knows that unpredictable weather is not a reason to blame the organizer. After all, the Day of the Dead falls every year on these days; an underdeveloped local government cannot be allowed to specially deploy meteorological weapons. , the unknown weather is so stormy and merciless.
The priest urged people to move quickly, otherwise they would get sick if they got wet.
The crowd dispersed like birds and beasts.
But a roaring sound echoed across the sky.
"Who do you want to come back?" 』
This voice sounded like a man or a woman, old or young, like the sound of countless human beings shouting together, or like the sound of pure water hitting rocks and hollow holes echoing in nature.
Everyone paused.
This sound was so clearly audible, coming from all directions in the distance, that even the flashing thunder was suppressed, or the thunder was like the accompaniment of this majestic sound.
The awe of the ancient times has emerged. People who originally lived in modern cities have forgotten to fear nature, but this huge sound actually reminds them of a kind of suppression originating from blood, a kind of fear of behemoths.
In the unreasonable silence of everyone and the howling wind, the trembling voice was repeated again and again unhurriedly.
"Which undead do you want to return?" 』
Like he was explaining his words kindly.
In the still silent crowd, Bruce Wayne took a step forward and climbed onto the stage.
He shouted so loudly that he couldn't even disguise his voice due to the volume.
"Who are you!!!"
Bruce's pupils flashed with deep excitement and a slightly disguised curiosity on the surface.
This curiosity made him look like a naive rich man who had lost his sense of danger in the day-to-day enjoyment. He would even curiously touch the fur of a sleeping lion.
"Which undead do you want?" ’ the voice said insistently.
Bruce wanted to pester him more, but he saw that the crowd was already agitated, and the priest seemed to be about to react from the shock.
He still wanted to take the initiative in talking to an "unknown".
"Well, let me think about it."
Under the pressure of this momentum and atmosphere, Bruce thought for a while without fear, looking very stupid.
He finally figured it out and said, "Oh, there is news about [Superman] here recently. Can you summon the undead killed by the prisoner in the case?"
The priest had already reacted, and she wanted to interrupt the ungrateful young man in front of her, who was so arrogant and frivolous in front of the "god".
The crowd gradually came to their senses. They realized that they were in the midst of a supernatural event, and the mysterious phenomenon seemed friendly.
Some young people are eager to pull Bruce off and replace him.
…
The MP said worriedly: [Raman, how are you going to end this? We don’t even know who the murderer was? 】
