Chapter 3466

While the death knell goes to Barry to enter the secret conversation of the divine speed power plane, time in the omnipotent universe is still flowing normally, like a spring flowing down from a high mountain, or an apple affected by gravity.

Obviously, the gravitational acceleration of the two is the same, but if you imagine a point in the continuous water flow and let it fall from the same height as the apple, people will think that the former is slow and the latter is fast.

This is the illusion of countless other 'points' in time continuity.

I don't know for what purpose, Manhattan gave an important intelligence, but Su Ming's preparation still takes time.

At the same time, in a small town on the border between the United States and Mexico, a lonely pedestrian walked on the open street.

He looked dusty and exhausted, but there was a burning desire in his eyes, which swept the street buildings like some kind of predator.

This is not the process of a man with a middle-aged crisis walking on his way to work looking for a stray warbler, because he is eager to get rather than pay. A prostitute will empty a person's wallet and his body at the same time, leaving only a short pleasure and even no aftertaste.

What he wants is long-term happiness, or capital that can make him live a good life for a long time.

In addition, the man has no money now, and there is no one in this town like a ghost. Even if the sun is in the sky, it is still terrible.

He is looking for a "lone Walker".

Few people have seen the lone Walker walk, because where he wants to go is often more like the world moving in front of him.

He was once locked up in the basement of the justice hall and briefly neighbors a clown, but Batman also knows that neither of these two people can be locked up.

After a mysterious and unexplained invasion, one of the three clowns died and the lone Walker disappeared.

Recently, some news has been secretly spread by word of mouth that the lone Walker has a treasure he is willing to share. The premise is to find him, find him in this remote town, in a house that is the most unlike a house.

It may be a house or a supermarket, but the biggest difference is that it is a two-dimensional plane.

For example, in many Hollywood studios, the background of old-fashioned Westerns is a standing "door face", and when you push the door into it, you will see nothingness.

The middle-aged man is such a person attracted by the news. He wants the treasure, wants to cheer up in front of his family, so that his wife will no longer force him to sleep on the sofa, so that his children will no longer turn their eyes on him. He wants to use his super ability to get a lot of money and go to the peak of his life.

Maybe the simple wish in his heart finally moved heaven and earth. It's hard to say whether anyone came to this quiet and strange town before him, but he really found the house described in the rumor.

It looked like a tall piece of cardboard, but when the door was opened, it fell into a dark space.

It was not completely dark. There was a simple folding table with a long neck lamp on the table. The Yellow bulb threw a round spot.

Not far from the table, something seems to be wriggling.

"Hello, it's here, isn't it?"

He shouted into the darkness and walked to the table in the light. As the distance approached, he quickly recognized a vague outline.

It was a man in a red cloak and red and black clown tights. He sat in the dark with a sad face. When he heard his question, he raised his head, rubbed forward and entered the light.

"Soul pirate, I found this building, but I didn't expect it to be true."

The man happily sat at the table and put down the briefcase he had been holding, which seemed a little impatient.

"It's me." The man known as the pirate of the mind was not happy. He just sighed and watched the man sit down.

"Oh, this is the mask, isn't it? It's so beautiful." The man with glasses turned his attention to the table. In the light of the desk lamp, a mask that looked like gold lay there quietly: "the rumor is true, isn't it?"

The soul pirate rubbed his hands on his knees and said, "what do you know?"

"I heard that someone will find you, put on this mask and answer three questions, and you will give them a part of your endless power." The man rubbed his palm and obviously couldn't wait.

As long as he sits down to answer questions, he can gain strength. He feels that he is participating in intellectual Q & A, just like the millionaire program on TV.

"No power is endless."

The pirate shook his head. He wanted to talk to someone, but the people who came were not smart people. No one could answer the three questions.

The middle-aged man didn't mind. He patted his big beer belly: "OK, but you have the ability to affect the whole emotional spectrum. That ability is strong enough, so it's good to get a little."

"Maybe, but do you know what happens to those people if they don't answer the question?"

The pirate took a deep breath. Seeing that the visitor had made up his mind, he finally advised him.

Medusa mask can not be worn by anyone. It can not only control other people's emotional spectrum, but also passively increase the wearer's feelings.

If the wearer feels happy, the happiness will be magnified hundreds of times and make people laugh wildly.

If you feel sad wearing it, the sadness will also be amplified, making people want to commit suicide on the spot.

Spiritual pirates themselves dare not always wear gadgets. Although this is the source of power, it is also a double-edged sword.

But while talking, the middle-aged man had taken off his glasses and put his mask on his face

"I only heard they were gone."

The moment he put on the mask, it seemed to be alive and pasted on his face. It matched so well that he couldn't even pull it off.

Some strange smell came from the nasal cavity. Although I don't know why, I never smelled it, but the middle-aged people know that it is sweet joy, sweet fear, sweet anger and sweet sadness.

Yes, the Medusa mask feeds on all emotions. Of course, it will make all food smell very sweet.

"Well, it seems that you can't wait. The first question is, what can we 'know'?" Spiritual pirates no longer dissuade, but directly enter the questioning process, because in the past, there were not too many such people, and it seems that the only person who can wear Medusa mask to survive is himself.

"Oh, I like this question. We can feel light because we have eyes, because we have lungs breathing. Without these tools, we don't know anything."

The man answered immediately without thinking. Although he was ugly and funny, he was quick thinking because his hometown was Gotham:

"So my answer is that we are limited to this tangible body. What we can know is what our sensory organs want us to know."

After listening to this answer, the soul pirate turned his beautiful blue eyes, and his face showed a color of identification. He smiled playfully:

"That's a good answer. I accept it."

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