[Raman, Raman, why are you making such a big splash? Even if you can affect reality, we really don’t know who the murderer is. 】
MP wondered: [We don’t even know what the victim looked like. 】
It scratched its head: [How do we get undead for Batman? 】
[I don’t know what the undead look like either. ] Raman nodded and touched MP comfortingly.
He said confidently: [But no one in the world knows what the undead should look like! Human beings always think that the undead should look the same as before life, but there is another possibility. 】
[We just need to pinch out a light blue transparent ball! 】
If MP had some enlightenment, he said in confusion: [Yes, yes. But it doesn’t seem to solve Batman’s demands. 】
Raman knocked on its head: [I told you everything, watch me do it. 】
[Idiot, let me explain it to you. 】
[I have already scanned it. Human beings with a radius of hundreds of kilometers are concentrated on this Day of the Dead. The land is vast and sparsely populated. Almost everyone has heard the wildly dancing wind and the thick sound. 】
[You see, even if their eyes are blinded by the wind, they are still trying to open their eyes to observe the 'vision'. 】
MP pouted: [But what’s the use? Everyone is here. 】
[Idiot,] Raman continued to explain: [That means the murderer is also here. We already know from the files we obtained that the murderer is a local. 】
[Now pay attention to observe. The shaken expressions of whoever is present are not only shocked by the collapse of their worldview, but also fearful that the gods are about to expose them. That’s it. 】
MP’s eyes sparkled: [Raman, you are so awesome. 】
It volunteered and said: [Then let me help you check the expressions of the 14,000 people present! Come and act! 】
…
The wind is howling.
The sound was shrill and shrill.
The roar is like a whirlwind penetrating the stalactite grotto, but where did the grotto come from in such a vast plain?
With such a huge momentum, the strong wind should lift the houses and sweep away the people, but why does it only flutter people's clothes and captivate their eyes?
Bruce believed that this was not consistent with physics, but had to attribute it to the peculiarity of "gods".
He is going to bring in the souls of the dead.
Bruce waited quietly, and the old priest did not dare to disturb him.
The black clouds so close seemed to be within reach, and the billowing black mist almost touched the tops of human beings' heads, forcing them to bow their heads in submission.
The group of people who shrank their necks looked at the stranger standing upright on the high platform in front of them. His face that had not been polished by time and society was full of innocent curiosity and stupid fearlessness.
He put his hands around his mouth and shouted like a trumpet, like a lamb issuing a challenge to the Creator, and like a man jumping in front of the abyss.
"Then bring out the undead!"
Thunder boomed instantly.
The loud rumbling sound seemed to shatter people's eardrums, and the ground seemed to be shaking. People had to cover their ears and hold on to everything around them.
In the field of vision of countless people, Bruce could clearly see vague light spots emerging from the thick black clouds. The light blue light spots flew at high speed from all directions and converged in his sky ten meters high. It became a ghost-like thing occupying the entire sky. It has no mouth, eyes, or any torso or limbs. It is just a ghostly, mist-like figure covering the tops of people's heads.
"..."
Before people had time to recover from being captivated by this mysterious huge ghost, they heard the stranger on the stage boldly say: "This undead is huge, but I want to talk to it, but can it talk?" Does it know its past?"
It is unclear whether this request angered the "gods", but the greed clearly angered the priests.
She shouted tremblingly: "That's enough! You are forbidden to offend God again!"
The priest turned around and prayed: "Please forgive me, the lambs did not recognize you, please do not impose punishment..."
Amidst the murmur of the sacrifice, the huge ghost began to move again.
Its hazy figure gradually solidified and shrank, and it began to slowly descend from a height of ten meters.
Everyone is watching intently. Is the ghost about to start talking to people?
At the same time, the strong wind gradually died down and the thunder gradually became smaller.
Bruce keenly noticed that the dark clouds seemed to be gradually fading, and the weak sunlight seemed to shine through from the horizon.
His voice disappeared after the undead appeared.
If this speed were followed, Bruce made some calculations, and when the light blue ghost descended on the high platform, the sky would be bright.
At that time, if Bruce were still here, his face would be illuminated by clear light, instead of being blurry like it is now, and people can only slightly distinguish his body shape and chin.
Moreover, those tourists in the audience can finally have the strength to take out their mobile phones under the comfort of the sunshine.
Make a tiktok photo of Bruce, Blue Ghost, and yourself together.
Is it the danger of his identity being revealed after waiting a little longer? Or do you just run away now for the sake of Bruce Wayne's character?
Before hesitating, the sky became brighter, and Bruce could almost see the texture of the back of his hand.
Can't wait any longer.
The people who are still waiting for the gods in fear are looking forward to the whereabouts of the undead with anxiety and fear.
Suddenly, the stranger on the stage took a step back, turned over and ducked without anyone realizing it.
Obviously he was the only one, but people were surprised to find that the moment he went down, screams could be heard from ten meters around; clearly, the screams of pain after being pushed could also be heard in another direction, but their own arms were also clearly visible. He felt an incoming force.
The stranger blended into the crowd and suddenly disappeared.
Amid the voices of panic and questioning, the sky gradually brightened.
The light blue undead stayed quietly on the stage like a glowing light bulb under the sun.
People looked at each other in shock, unable to believe that the whole incident was solved like this, and the mysterious phenomenon still left a seemingly non-dangerous existence.
Now no one dared to climb onto the high platform as brazenly as the man before, and everyone surged forward in silence.
The priest immediately said: "Everyone, gather around quickly and don't disturb the miracle!"
The words just fell.
Immediately, several young people holding mobile phones jumped onto the high platform. They started the live broadcast with quick eyes and hands: "Hey brothers, I can't believe it, this is definitely not a special effect!"
The priest wanted to summon the aboriginal people to surround them, but the remaining performance team could not stop the swarming people, so she had to shout: "Be careful of trampling!"
Lois Lane looked confused and instinctively raised her camera.
Bruce took the opportunity to hide in a corner.
He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Hey, you hid in too?"
Bruce turned his head immediately.
I saw the empty corner he had just chosen, and at some point the dancer with many attributions from before appeared, speaking as if he had been here a long time ago.
This man who looked exactly like [Superman], with a purple totem on his face that seemed to be burning, was speaking happily.
Bruce pondered for a moment: "Man, has anyone ever said that you look like Superman?"
This sounds so familiar, Bruce thought.
The guy who looked like [Superman] replied: "Like you can take photos in Times Square for a fee?"
Batman thought, no need to guess, this guy is definitely [Superman].
Bruce paused, and he naturally ignored what he just said, as if he didn't hear anything.
He turned to ask: "What's wrong with you?"
[Superman] replied: "I want to dance and sing along, so of course I have to dress like this."
Bruce asked persistently: "Why are you dancing and singing?"
“Is this what you’re going to do on the Day of the Dead?”
"Why did you come to Day of the Dead?"
"Everyone come."
"..." Are you talking in circles with me?
Batman couldn't help but think.
[Is there something wrong with his head? 】
MP couldn’t help but ask.
[Do you still need to ask such an obvious thing so repeatedly? ] MP meowed loudly, [According to the teachings of netizens, after we have questioned the suspect, checked the police station, and visited the neighborhood, we should summon the undead. 】
[Then we found out that there is Day of the Dead in New Mexico, and Raman you said it was a good time to summon the dead. 】
[Although we don’t know how to do it, you said that pretending to be a real summoner is the same as the real summons, so we created a scene like this to scare the real prisoner out - Oh, Raman, I have locked the prisoner. When the fake undead comes out, he will be the last to come out. Afraid, now everyone is scrambling to touch the fake undead, and he is the only one who wants to step back. 】
MP shook his furry head and expressed contempt for Batman: [So, why is he such an idiot? The Batman of my universe is such an idiot. 】
Raman opened his mouth and closed it again.
Raman touched MP's head. It narrowed its eyes comfortably and closed its mouth.
"I mean--"
Batman asked persistently, he really wanted to know why [Superman] was here.
"Why do you want to infiltrate the organizer? You can be a tourist, not a performer."
"Uh, to increase participation?"
[Superman] answered hesitantly.
Wait until the Red Sun Room is built.
Batman thought calmly.
He asked kindly: "Do you know anything about the vision that just happened?"
"As a Kryptonian with super senses and eyesight, you should be able to notice something is wrong, right?"
MP was instantly grabbed by fate's throat, and it whispered: [Ah... What should we pay attention to... We planned this...]
Raman narrowed his eyes, feeling that he had encountered a big crisis in his life.
According to the principle of treating people sincerely, except that you are not allowed to tell Batman that you are a substitute, you can tell others sincerely about other things.
However, if he is told that he planned this incident, then how Superman possesses such power is a big question.
Raman thought for a while and decided: [MP, I can no longer use power beyond my body. 】
[Many of Batman’s suspicions were due to my use of high-dimensional powers, only to realize that something was wrong. 】
[I can't continue anymore, you have to supervise me. 】
MP nodded in agreement, but it said in confusion: [There were many times of doubt, Raman, only a few times, I remember. 】
Raman blinked and said: [So, you are an idiot. 】
MP stood up his ears, stretched out his pink pads, and waved at Raman threateningly.
[Superman] was silent for a moment.
He said calmly: "My magic resistance is low."
What is magic resistance? Why do you always say new terms?
Batman asked: "What is magic resistance?"
"Magic resistance, magic resistance, things like that. My resistance to these things is low, so magic can easily work on me."
"Of course, low is relative to people with high magic resistance. For ordinary people and ordinary mages - my resistance is higher than ordinary people, and the spells cast by mediocre mages will not be effective."
[Superman] explained.
Batman found that he knew some new terms.
A brand-new term, one that I have never heard of since I was born, and it is only a partial term for "Superman".
He thought for a while and then said uncertainly: "Is the mage you are talking about a being similar to Diana? Magic is equivalent to Diana's equipment?"
To be honest, Batman has always thought that Diana Prince was an alien living on Earth - the alien Amazons have been living here since ancient times and were worshiped as gods by ancient people, even themselves. Lost in the past.
Not the descendants of Greek gods in some fantasy series.
Prince's equipment, the rope, may also be the lost technology of aliens, but it is regarded as an artifact by the Amazons.
Batman tried to understand what [Superman] said, but he couldn't convince himself. He felt like this was another move by [Superman] to fool him.
But [Superman] shook his head and said, "No, just like the wizard in Harry Potter, the wizard knows all kinds of spells, just like human fantasy."
Batman once again allowed himself to ignore the alien aspect of his words.
Bruce shrugged helplessly, with a mocking and trusting tone: "I said, you have to give me a real-life example, otherwise I really can't accept it: suddenly someone breaks the worldview and says that fairy tales exist."
"There is a mage temple in New York." [Superman] said quickly.
Bruce was stunned, and he said slowly: "Are you sure?"
[Superman] nodded.
Bruce tilted his head: "I accept your explanation, for now."
"So, you're saying that because of your low magic resistance, you didn't see or hear anything during the mysterious phenomenon. For this reason, you explained the existence of the mage to me, right?"
[Superman] nodded.
A thought quickly flashed through Batman's mind. [Superman] was leading him towards New York.
Why?
And can you really see nothing?
Batman stared at [Superman].
Under the cover of the mysterious totem, his expression seemed to be urgently seeking Batman's approval, but the cactus dye outlined an upward angle at the corners of his mouth.
The dye on the temples traced along the cheeks to the neck, like a ring hanging on the neck, but it narrowly avoided the Adam's apple.
Under Batman's gaze, [Superman] seemed a little nervous, and his Adam's apple rolled.
What are you pretending to do now?
What do you want to achieve?
Batman thought to himself, is it your idea to play with the world? Am I a good toy?
After a series of awe-inspiring stares, Batman finally asked.
"I noticed that the totem on your face is different from others. Why? Is there any reason?"
[Superman]'s eyes couldn't help but fall to his arm, which was wrapped in folk costumes and there was nothing wrong with it at all.
what do you want to do?
Batman was confused.
He tentatively took out a bladed batarang he carried with him.
[Superman] did not stop him.
Slowly push the batarang towards [Superman]'s sleeve.
He still didn't stop.
Starting from the wrist, cut through [Superman]'s sleeve.
He made no move.
A small piece of fabric fell, and the iron sequins on the costume jingled.
