Roy was right, the plane was really out of order. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, it was quiet outside, as if the two of them were the only ones left on the plane. Walking down the corridor all the way to the end of the first-class cabin, I didn't even feel the life of half a living person.

They inspected every private room, and it was clean and empty, not even a single scrap of garbage was left. The adjustable recliners are all the same as the default angle when getting on the plane, as if no one had ever sat on them.

The two of them returned to the restaurant the way they had come. There used to be a lot of food on the table, including pasta with different flavors and a boxed lunch that was quickly heated on the plane, but now the table is empty. The red tablecloth was neatly folded, and the cutlery pressed against one corner of the table, as if it had never been unfolded.

It's exactly the plot of a ghost movie, and the two are the ones who are "lucky" to be chosen as the hero and heroine. According to the consistent plot of ghost movies, the next thing is that the hero and heroine are frightened by the ghosts again and again, escape from the ghosts, and at the same time gradually explore the tragic story of the ghosts on the empty plane, and finally discover the real reason for the birth of the ghosts, and finally be killed by the ghosts and devour their souls like everyone else on the plane......

Well, that's a common routine. But neither of them is an ordinary person, and this is not a ghost movie. Roy has always believed that there is an explanation for everything, even if it is a ghost, it is not impossible to defeat. Demons are not invincible, and Batman has also defeated the ghosts that do not disperse.

In her modest career as a bat girl, Barbara has regretted many times the countless horror movies she has watched. When she was a child, watching a midnight ghost movie with her brother James was often the biggest pastime of the week. But after devoting herself to this crazy career, every time she faced this kind of supernatural thing, she couldn't help but substitute herself into the protagonists of those ghost movies she watched when she was a child, and in the end, the protagonist's ending was inexplicably killed by ghosts.

But this time, she was not afraid of an unprecedentedly strange situation.

Because there's Roy here. He's solved any kind of problem, he's caught the world's most dangerous madmen, he's fought against true gods, and there's nothing his calm and wit can't solve—at least that's what Barbara left behind—so even if everyone in the world disappears, what's there to fear as long as he's there?

She looked out the window, and it seemed to be cloudy at some point. The white clouds were dyed jet black, and the white-painted wings cut through the thick black clouds.

But the plane was still flying, and there was not even any sign of falling. There is occasional slight bump in the fuselage, which is a normal occurrence when encountering rapids during sailing.

So there's someone in the cockpit?

Roy seemed to be thinking about the same as she was, and although he didn't speak, he was heading in the direction of the cockpit.

Suddenly, he paused.

"Did you hear anything?" He asked.

Barbara pricked up her ears and took in as much sound as she could. In addition to the roar of the plane's engines and the sharp sound of air currents and fuselage friction, a strange murmur seemed to be really mixed in. Through the walls of the cabin, she seemed to hear the sound of running water, like the sound of water passing through a household pipe.

It seems to be coming from the glass.

She took half a step closer to the glass, and suddenly her expression changed.

Suddenly, the window panes went dark. It's not the kind of black that the night reflects on the glass, but it's as if the glass itself has been dyed dark, with a hint of purple in the black. A hand stretched out, a black, indiscernible hand, which could not have come from a human anyway. It fumbled for a moment as if it couldn't find its way, and finally pressed to the edge of the window, and with the help of the wall, its whole body propped itself out of the small windowpane.

Not only this window, but more swarthy monsters emerged from the windows around them. They were as black as if they had been splashed with ink, and their eyes glowed green like fireflies.

Barbara was a little uneasy, and she glanced at Roy, whose face was still solemn, but not the slightest hint of panic, which also made her feel a little more at ease.

At this moment, on the Justice League watchtower.

In fact, the command room is generally deserted, and the heroes are often busy in their own cities, and do not always have time to be stationed in the watchtower. That's why they arranged the duty schedule, and tonight it was supposed to be Batman on duty.

Today, there has been no chaos, the world is being rebuilt in an orderly manner, and the Justice League has invested in helping to rebuild on a global scale. The wounds left by Apocalypse are deep, and it will take time to recover, but at least it has begun to recover now.

But in the wee hours of the morning, tonight still hasn't passed so ordinarily after all.

The observer suddenly reacted. The Justice League's watchtower is equipped with a variety of detectors that can detect a wide variety of energy reactions around the world. And now there is a response, the one about magic, and the rather powerful magic fluctuations are located in the ......

Watchtower!

As soon as Batman turned around, pale pink magic fluctuations slowly opened up in the space. Wearing a black top hat, a magic tuxedo, a slender **** with fishnet stockings and over-the-knee boots, a sexy woman stepped forward, and held a delicate wand in her right hand. If she was a charming smile, she would be a man who could tip a pickup truck, but unfortunately today she is like an iceberg, and her face seems to be covered with a layer of frost.

"Zatana?" Batman frowned and asked, "What are you doing here?" ”

Zatana could tell from her face that something extraordinary must have happened, and she had to teleport to the watchtower in the middle of the night.

"You've got to listen to me, Bruce." She said solemnly, "There's something coming!" ”

"Tell me clearly, Zatana, what's coming?"

"I don't know." She shook her head, "But Doctor Fate felt the magic of that thing, almost as powerful as the 'Ghost'!" ”

Batman's face also changed slightly. The Ghost, the vengeful spirit of God, has supreme magic, and if there is anything that can match the magic of the Ghost, it is enough to be on the front page of the Justice League's Earth Threat Handbook.

"We've got to find it and stop it, Bruce." Zatana said solemnly, "If you let it come here, I promise, the consequences will not be much different from Darkseid's own arrival!" (To be continued.) )