This time, the matter is over, and as for saying that it is 'counted', it is naturally because the end of this incident is embarrassing.

The death of the clown is not who killed whom, nor is it a trap in the tomb, and the man who brings this fear to a city with his name and life brings endless fear to a city, and all kinds of messy colors, kills on the spot.

The funny thing is that this man died from a phantom he made, and he was not killed by the phantom's rampage, nor was he killed by the phantom's attack, but he was scared to death by the phantom he made.

Is it ridiculous? Is it funny? Is it pleasant? Not at all, but it makes people shudder, a clown who spreads fear and despair, makes people become the walking dead, and the end is actually frightened to death by an unwarranted phantom, this 'all day long, but pecked by an eagle' is not enough to describe this tragic situation, it can only be said that the way people die is a joke that cannot be laughed at.

Even if they are as bad as Xingle and Wu Yong, they all have an inexplicable sense of unreality about the death of the hostile clown, which is obviously the case, let their teachers feel that it is not necessary, so they don't want to contact the man, but the appearance of death is inexplicably ironic.

And because of this, life is not something that should be profaned, and death is not a word that can be put in the mouth and casually spoken, because... The embarrassing death is so inadvertently found you.

Obviously, with that kind of power, Mingming has survived until now, and the blood and disgusting behavior in Mingming's hands have been deposited to such a point, but in such a way of dying, those corpses killed by the clown are afraid that they will suddenly return to their souls, and laugh at the clown.

But anyway, the end of this thing is already a foregone conclusion.

But the embarrassing thing, not only the death of the Joker, but also the purpose of their trip, has lost its meaning from the beginning.

The 'trigger' of the Lance of Longinus, the blood of Jesus, was used by Wu Yong when Wu Yong destroyed the monster, after all, the situation at that time, if it was not used, the earth would definitely be destroyed alive by the hard-core molecules.

Only in this way can everyone lie in the hospital without danger and breathe the smell of disinfectant in the hospital... Well, it's not a nice smell, it's just the smell of alcohol that makes you dizzy.

But it is precisely because of this that there will be a new round of the sun rising again tomorrow.

In this way, the result is not unacceptable, but the idea of destroying the Longinus gun is going to be shelved again.

Obviously, everyone is working hard for this holy spear that can change reality, but it turned out to be similar to the ending of Bai Gan, and if you are an ordinary person, I am afraid you can't accept such an ending, probably.

However, the spear of Longinus without the blood of Jesus is just a thing that is difficult to destroy, so as far as the result is concerned, the fact that Xingle expects that reality will not be changed is a good fulfillment, and it is something to be thankful for.

As for Malcolm, they... Attempting to rob the grave... Well, as far as the result is concerned, everyone is the same, but Wu Yong and their side have a position and identity there, and Interpol will not attack Wu Yong who has his own identity as a colleague, not to mention, there are three better 'scapegoats' to call.

After the incident, the number of Interpol reports that Wu Yong wants to submit to this side has to increase somewhat.

Although he is a field officer, he is also a mercenary in nature, but he doesn't write anything in the report, and the world has not yet fallen to that point.

At least, there is a report, so that the helpers here can carry out cover work, and with the backing of the Interpol organization, Xingle can not be interrogated too much, and they report directly to their superiors, and ordinary personnel are not allowed to contact at all.

It can be said that the organization to which Shizhi belongs is still very capable.

Of course, Xingle can't have nothing to do, after all, the appearance of that thing, so far, only nearly a day has passed, do you think that in one day, you can make that thing that is too big to say, and even more exaggerated than Darkseid, 'Ah~ It turned out to be a monster that is more powerful than Darkseid, so powerful~' is so good to read and forget?

No, a group of people in hospital gowns, in the garden of the senior hospital under the jurisdiction of Interpol, some hesitated to sit on the garden benches, their faces were full of indescribable expressions, and their hands were still somewhat trembling.

And Damian is the calmest one, because he knows that the answer to all this can only be explained by one person, and that is Xingle.

Although he didn't know what kind of monster it was, it was Xingle's fear, he thought it was a burger, or Sarah fanning wildly with a giant paper fan, but that... If those are the common fears that Xingle often sees, then that is definitely the thing that Xingle fears the most.

And the bad thing is that he doesn't know how Xingle saw that monster, a monster like that, if it appears, a meteorite hitting the earth can't compare to the appearance of this kind of monster, and it can't be described.

That kind of monster, I'm afraid it's just a claw, and it will scratch the earth, I hope the Justice League has the ability to fight against that kind of monster.

“... Xingle, have you seen that monster... Where did that illusion come from? ”

It took a long time to use the species to load the book and turn back into a Kryptonian Kara, and she was also holding her arms in shock, especially the power, which had completely exceeded the sense of oppression that Darkseid had brought to him at the beginning, in front of that monster, what was Darkseid...

“... Don't dwell on it, the clown who got that thing out is already hanging, and that thing won't appear in front of you again, a second time. ”

After Xingle finished speaking, he patted Kara's shoulder to soothe Kara's emotions, after all, that monster has completely disappeared, although it is only a phantom, but that thing... At least just a phantom, but it won't appear to them again, forever.

"Hopefully." Damian, who was on the side, tugged at the collar of his hospital gown and gave Xingle a look, which already meant something.

Seeing this, Xingle also made a look at Wu Yong who was sitting on the side, especially Wu Yong gave himself a look, accusing someone of telling others about this kind of unique code language.

Xingle shrugged at this, it was just a little code language training, what was there to be nervous about.

However, Xingle quickly got up, walked in the direction where Damien left, turned to a relatively remote corner, and finally saw Damien standing around the corner, holding his arm, looking at Xingle with an unacceptable face, after all, in essence, that monster was still made by Xingle.

At that time, the situation was too chaotic, no one knew what was going on, and now they didn't want to think too much about that monster, the clown is dead, that monster will not appear again, if there is such a monster again, it can only be a possibility - the end of the world, not only for humans, but also in the universe, all life, including gods and the like, including... Darkseid.

So now except for Damian, no one realizes that the monster is embodied from Xingle's fear, just seeing that thing scares everyone half to death, and the clown is directly scared to death, replaced by someone else, I am afraid that there is such a monster in the universe that is already terrified.

And the reason why Damian didn't talk about this on the spot was because he thought from the bottom of his heart that Xingle was his eldest brother, and in the days before they met, Xingle must have some secrets, this... Just pry it out of his mouth slowly.

In addition, this is Xingle's own fear, Damian doesn't know if Xingle may have other such or even more terrifying fears, but for now, that monster should be Xingle's heaviest fear, and no one would want to talk about their worst and most feared things like this.

However, this time, Damian had to ask, because the monster was so terrifying that it was far beyond what could be hidden, so... He needs to... Even if it's a lost answer, it's as simple as that.

“... What's that, exactly? When have you ever seen something like that? And that kind of thing, it won't do nothing to you, just let you be fine, I know you're special, but you're absolutely as special as that monster, even if you can only answer one question, give me some answers. ”

"......" saw Damian's expression, especially thinking of the questions that had been entwined around his body, Xingle thought that maybe it would be a good choice for Damian to start confessing first.

“... This matter, when we get back to Naxino, we are in a place where we will not be monitored, and I will answer all the questions, not just the three questions, and that's it, I will make an agreement with you. ”

Xingle raised his hand and cocked his tail finger, what it meant, it was very simple.

"What? Do you think I'm going to be so naïve? ”

Seeing Xingle deliberately make this action, Damian expressed some disdain, he would not be so naïve, doing this kind of 'hook hanging, not allowed to change for a hundred years'.

"Come on, people have to keep their childlike innocence to be able to maintain their imagination, besides, being an adult 24 hours a day, even if it's a child for a while, it's enough for you to worry less about some things."

Xingle smiled at this, children should be a little bit like children, and at the same time, don't be so rigid, after all, whether it is Xingle or Damian, they are minors, and there is no need to immerse themselves in the world of adults all day long.

“... The next is not an example. ”

Seeing that Xingle was so insistent, Damian had to reluctantly raise his hand and hook his tail finger with Xingle's finger, and at this point, the agreement was settled.

“... If you dare to break the contract, I will hunt you down to the ends of the earth. ”

"Please, I'm not the kind of person who would say, 'Promises are meant to be broken.'"