Chapter 3284

Su Ming is a little sorry that he gave up his plan to adopt a cockroach pet.

He had thought it all out. Didn't Haley get a beetle queen as a pet in Star Wars? Su Ming also wanted to introduce Ezekiel to her.

After all, they are like cockroaches. It's no harm to have more friends.

But Barry's words do make sense. It's crazy to keep cockroaches as pets.

Although the ability of the doomsday prophet is good, it repeats too much with the ability of his own transgressor. It's of no great use to raise him in a jar. He can't carry his shoulders and hands. He will make a fuss when he meets anything.

In this way, the cockroach jar turned around in Barry and Kendra's hands. They even wanted Polly to play, but the girl with the parasol smiled and refused, because the creature she touched would die.

She just took time out for a walk to feel the world of human life, even the spiritual world, not to kill.

The group walked and talked. After all, they were not ordinary people. They soon returned to the place where the abandoned wheelchair was located.

The anti gravity bumper car can't start a fire. Maybe the circuit is broken, but it doesn't matter. It can be pushed like an ordinary wheelchair. There is a telescopic handle at the rear of the car and wheels under the car. If you move your hand a little, you can have a tool to carry the body.

Put the comatose chief into the car, lift it up and leave the sewer from the manhole cover. The pink duck boat given by the clown is still well parked on the roadside.

But at this time, a policeman stood at the front of the car, holding a small ticket book in his hand, as if he were struggling with something.

This place is a prosperous business district. Parking is not allowed on the roadside, but the rules and regulations do not say that vehicles folded out of balloons can not be stopped, so he is a little uncertain whether to stick a note or not.

"Good evening, officer."

Like pushing a stroller, the death knell pushed the chief back to the car and greeted the traffic police.

When the other party heard the voice, he turned around and saw several people who were in contact, but he was still as calm as facing ordinary people: "your car?"

"In fact, this is a ship made of balloons." Barry also reached out and pulled the duck's head at the bow, which is several times larger than Rolls Royce's Angel: "we'll leave now."

Upon hearing this, the police officer issued a ticket, shoved it into Barry's hand, turned and left:

"Remember to hand in the ticket."

"We didn't stop the ship in violation of the rules, officer. Be a little accommodating."

Xiaoshan seems to forget that this is not the real world. He really thinks he has been opened.

The police officer turned his head and smiled. His law enforcement attitude was very good. He also pointed to the chief officer in the wheelchair:

"It's not a ticket for illegal parking, but you didn't install the baby seat according to the regulations."

With that, the police officer left smartly, accompanied by faint laughter in the footsteps, as if he were praising his wit.

"I sometimes get a ticket posted by the central city police station. They don't even let go of the flash tram. Can you believe it?" looking at the tall back of the law enforcers, flash looked at the ticket a little speechless, and his tone was full of fatigue for life.

The knell shrugged and stuffed the chief into the trunk of the duck boat:

"They should learn from the Gotham police station. Batmobile will never be pasted."

In fact, it's not Gordon who opened the back door to Batman, but that the Batmobile comes with high-voltage electricity. When it is approached by unauthorized people, it can bounce people out.

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.

.............................

"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.

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