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Chapter 327: Ghost, I haven't seen it for a long time! (Please subscribe, read, vote and comment)
"nailed it!"

Although Bruce was discouraged by the overly unconventional underlying logic of Green Grassland, he did not leave but waited outside.

Hearing the cheers of Martin and Pleasant Goat, his brows were filled with confusion and he glanced at his watch first.

"I thought I fell asleep. It's only been half an hour, and they have already created a device that can transmit signals across the world?"

Bruce was curious but not suspicious, because he knew Martin would not joke with him about such things.

He walked into the laboratory and looked around, and found that it was as clean as before, as if nothing had happened, even the symbols in the computer had disappeared.

"What did you research?"

Bruce didn't understand so he asked, pointing to the clean laboratory, wanting to know the whole story.

Martin patted his chest and said, “I am the result of this research.”

Pleasant Goat puffed out his chest slightly and said proudly: "I told you a long time ago that the method we use is not the traditional signal transmission method. That method often cannot break through the material boundaries of the current universe, and it is also easy to be captured by others."

"So we anchored the key signal node on me, and used my actions as the source of the frequency spreading outward."

Martin briefly explains how this thing works.

Because it involved a mixture of magic and technology, coupled with the Green Grassland's unconventional underlying logic, Bruce was overwhelmed and really didn't know what to say.

He interrupted Martin and Pleasant Goat, covered his forehead where blood vessels were throbbing, and whispered, "I never thought that one day I would say something like this to someone. But I've heard enough of what you say. Can you please keep it simple?"

Martin shrugged his shoulders. "In short, this system is stable, effective and highly confidential. Everything you worry about will not happen."

Bruce put on his classic skeptical expression again.

Martin opened his hands and said to him, "I'm standing here. You can test it by any means, but be quick. Today's business is over. I want to rest."

Bruce didn't say "I believe you". He used everything he could, including human and alien technology, on Martin and carefully examined him from head to toe.

As a result, nothing was found and everything was normal.

After the useless instruments covered the entire floor of the room, Bruce finally gave up. He didn't go crazy, but he felt helpless.

"How on earth did you manage to hide all of this?"

Bruce didn't just check Martin, he covered the entire lab, trying to capture different signals, but found nothing in the end.

"This is some kind of observational technique, and only people familiar with Martin can notice this signal."

Pleasant Goat no longer explained the principles, but just described the phenomena.

But this phenomenon is not good news for Bruce. To be more serious, it can be regarded as an accusation.

He pointed at himself, frowned, and asked, "So, I can't notice these signals because Martin and I are not familiar with each other, because he and I are not friends?"

Pleasant Goat was startled, stretched out his right index finger, shook it twice and said: "Oh, it's so dark now, if I don't go home quickly, the village chief and others will be worried."

"I'm going to get some local specialties for Pretty Sheep, Lazy Sheep, Boiling Sheep and the squad leader. You guys chat, you guys chat!"

Pleasant Goat realized that he had brought up a sensitive topic, so he stuck out his tongue, put oil on his feet and left the laboratory directly.

"Don't even think of finding an excuse to leave!"

Bruce blocked Martin, put his hand on his shoulder, stared at him dangerously and said, "We've been through so much together, and you say we're not friends?"

Martin did not expect this result. Sweat kept pouring out of his forehead and his brain was working frantically, but he didn't know how to answer.

"Strictly speaking, this matter is your fault. I was the one who transmitted the frequency, and you couldn't receive it."

When Martin encountered this kind of thing, his brain seemed to stop working, and he blurted out what he was thinking.

"What did you say?"

Bruce's eyes became more dangerous, and his grip on Martin's shoulders increased.

Martin didn't dare to resist at all. He could only regret and complain in his heart and endure the pain silently.

It was his fault for speaking without thinking just now. He deserved it.

"Bruce, this is all my fault!"

Martin apologized and then said, "I didn't expect this result. It may be an accident. I'll be fine after I adjust myself."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Bruce sneered: "You are only using this kind of words to coax Barry, it won't work on me."

"Then what do you want?"

Martin lay down completely. He didn't argue and let Bruce do whatever he wanted to him as long as he could vent his anger.

"I'm going to call everyone in and see if they can catch you making the signal."

Bruce's words made the wool on Martin's body explode, and they stood up one by one like a white hedgehog.

He grabbed Bruce's hand and pleaded, "This is not necessary. We are all friends. Is it necessary to kill everyone?"

"hehe!"

Bruce chuckled and said mercilessly, "You deserve it. Who told you to do this? I want to see if I am the only one who is your 'stranger'."

Martin gave up resisting. His face turned completely gray and he looked like a petrified statue, waiting to be shattered to pieces by someone giving it a gentle push.

"Everyone come to the lab quickly, Martin has something to show you!"

Bruce shouted in the communication channel, and the entire Justice League crowded in.

After Pleasant Goat rushed out, he spread the news about the signal anchor point, and now everyone outside knew about it. Everyone wanted to take this opportunity to see how close they were to Martin.

Diana was the first to rush in.

The woman rushed into the room and saw at first sight the special ripples and sounds bursting out of Martin, which were very soft, just like Martin's appearance today.

"Yeah, I saw it!"

Diana jumped up excitedly, snatched Martin from Bruce's hands, and kissed him hard on the face excitedly, leaving a bright red lip mark.

Bruce stood aside with his arms folded across his chest. Although he didn't say anything, the contempt in his eyes said it all.

Tired, destroy it!

Whatever love is, I don’t care!
Martin didn't expect that a signal anchor point would cause such a thing.

Logically speaking, many people in the Justice League had life-threatening adventures with him, especially Bruce, and this shouldn't have happened. But this is the result, and he didn't know what happened, so he chose to start directly.

"You guys want to see it, then go ahead and see it!"

Martin hugged the excited Diana for a moment, and then they separated.

Clark and the others followed closely and walked into the laboratory one by one. The result was that some were happy and some were sad.

Some people who seemed to be close to Martin, such as Superman, did not see the signal. Some people who had never come into contact with Martin felt a strong signal.

After dozens of people treated Martin like an animal in a zoo, Martin kicked them out of the laboratory.

"Everyone has already finished watching, so get back to work and stop bothering me!"

After the lab was cleared, Martin said helplessly to those who had not caught the signal he had released: "Now the situation is clear. There are two types of people who can catch the signal. One is someone like Diana who has a close personal relationship with me, and the other is someone who has a near-admiration for me and has absolute trust in me."

Not to mention personal relationships, Martin doesn't want to mention such private matters.

Bruce and his people are all strong-willed people. They trust Martin, but it is absolutely impossible for them to have absolute trust in him.

"Are you satisfied with the result? I'm going to take a rest now."

Martin smiled helplessly, pushed Bruce and the others away, and walked towards the temporary dormitory in the base.

"Don't be angry. We just saw that you've been running around for so long, so we're just joking with you."

Clark hugged Martin and said with a grin, "We have seen how much you have helped us. You are our friend, and that cannot be changed by a single signal."

"Don't be so cheesy, I really need to take a rest."

Martin pushed Clark away.

The Kryptonian didn't use any force, he easily got rid of the other's embrace and walked into the dormitory with a complaint.

Bruce and the others couldn't help laughing when they saw Martin's childlike expression, and then they went about their business.

Martin heard the laughter coming from behind him and couldn't help laughing out loud, but he didn't take it to heart.

Pleasant Goat stood at the door of the dormitory, leaning against the wall, waiting for Martin to say goodbye to him. "There's no need to be so sad, it's not like we'll never see each other again."

Before Pleasant Goat could even open his mouth, Martin saw through his plan.

Pleasant Goat's always sunny face showed a sad expression: "Every time we say goodbye, you always say this, but in the end it still depends on luck for us to meet again."

"I hate separation, from my parents, from you, and from those familiar friends."

Pleasant Goat is not very old, and although he has experienced a lot, he is still a sentimental little goat. When the time of separation came, he couldn't help but cry.

Martin opened his mouth slightly, and instead of saying the words of comfort he had said in the past, he encouraged him, "I don't like to be separated either, so you have to take what I said back to the Sheep Village and help the village chief and his people find a way to travel through the world as soon as possible."

"Well, we don't have any other choice."

The sadness in Pleasant Goat's heart did not disappear, he just didn't want Martin to have a bitter little face when he recalled his recent past.

"sweet Dreams!"

Pleasant Goat sends his sincere blessings to Martin.

Martin smiled softly: "You know I never dream, but I accept this blessing."

He hugged Pleasant Goat for a while, then walked into the dormitory, lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.

Soon, darkness and silence enveloped Martin, his breathing slowed, and he fell directly into a deep sleep.

Pleasant Goat stood at the door. He did not look at Martin. He closed his eyes, his body gradually faded, and he left this world.

"so cold!"

Martin's new day was awakened by the cold.

He raised his head with great effort, his vision was blurry, and he first looked at the glowing electronic clock on the bedside.

It's only five o'clock!
"My goodness!"

Martin's head fell on the pillow again. He grabbed the summer quilt beside him and covered himself with it. He felt for the remote control and wanted to turn off the air conditioner and take another nap.

The air conditioner was beeping as it adjusted the temperature, but the temperature in the room didn't change at all.

Martin was woken up and felt angry. He turned off the air conditioner directly, but the temperature in the room was still so low that even with the quilt covering him, it felt like someone was sliding ice cubes across his skin.

It was cold, wet, sticky and slippery, and no matter how Martin adjusted his body, he felt extremely uncomfortable.

"What the hell, when did my house become so uncomfortable?"

Martin finally couldn't bear it anymore, he threw off the quilt, sat up from the bed, shook off the water droplets on his arms, looking unhappy.

When he woke up today, he wasn't wearing any strange clothes, just ordinary pajamas.

When I opened the closet, there wasn't anything strange or fancy in there, just lots of sportswear.

Martin looked at the clothes in the closet and muttered quietly, "Is it normal for these clothes to appear in my closet?"

He shook his head without thinking about the question. He picked up a blue and white sportswear at random and planned to change his clothes after breakfast.

Martin knew that his house was acting strangely today, but he was too lazy to care about the reason now. He found a place where it would not be affected by moisture and left the bedroom.

He was wearing slippers and walking down the aisle, making a clacking sound.

For some reason, the sound was very obvious this morning, as if he was not walking in the corridor of his own home, but in a factory building, and the echo was unusually loud.

Martin yawned, seemingly not noticing these anomalies.

He walked into the bathroom, simply brushed his teeth and washed his face. When he looked up, he seemed to see a shadow flash in the mirror.

But the foam of the facial cleanser was too big, and he was worried that the foam would sting his eyes, so he always washed his face with his eyes closed. No matter how many times the mirror flashed in front of him, he didn't see it.

After washing, he walked out of the bathroom directly and threw the towel in his hand so that it covered the middle of the mirror and blocked everything.

"I'm so bored, what should I do today?"

Martin strode out of the bathroom, shouting these words.

The next moment, he felt a gust of cold wind blowing from behind, as if a sticky tongue was licking the back of his neck, making him unable to help but get goose bumps.

"what!"

Martin shouted and turned suddenly.

Nothing at all!

The room today was unusually dark, with almost no light. It was full of strange places, and eerie darkness filled every corner.

But when Martin turned around, he grabbed nothing. From the floor to the ceiling, there was nothing.

"Interesting, maybe I'm wrong."

Martin smiled slightly, did not continue to look for that feeling, and walked towards the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

Squeak!

He turned on the faucet, but what came out was not tap water, but bright red blood.

The blood was still warm, as if it had just been drawn from a living person, and it emitted a disgusting bloody smell.

It seemed as if Martin had not expected this. His hands were instantly stained with blood, the front of his pajamas also turned red, and he made a vomiting sound, but nothing came out.

"What the hell is this? It's so disgusting!"

He hurried to turn off the faucet, but he seemed to have used too much force and broke the faucet handle. More blood spurted out and splashed all over his face.

Immediately, the entire kitchen was shrouded in red light, and the solid walls instantly turned into wriggling flesh and blood, squeezing out a stream of corrosive mucus that fell on the kitchen floor, corroding large holes in the hard marble floor and emitting a foul smell.

Martin stood there, like a piece of meat in the mouth of a wild beast, in danger of being chewed and swallowed at any time.

But he did not move, allowing the red light reflected by the blood to fill his eyes. The walls around him squirmed up and down, sometimes far away, sometimes near, constantly oppressing his spirit.

In that corner where no one was paying attention, several dark shadows crawled out.

Some of them had a hole in their heads, some had their stomachs ripped open, some had long tongues hanging out, and some had black hair and their feet floating on the ground. They passed directly through the objects in the room and floated towards Martin.

Their shapes were unknown, and they uttered obscure murmurings from their mouths. Wherever they passed, the darkness became deeper, and the bone-chilling coldness became more and more piercing, even directly freezing the entire house.

The spirit whose stomach was ripped open rushed the fastest. His sagging belly kept bulging like a big mouth opening and closing, and it pounced directly at the stunned Martin.

At this moment, Martin suddenly turned around and pointed his right middle finger at the spirit behind him.

As he stretched out his finger, he scratched the tip of his middle finger with his index finger. Red blood spurted out from his fingertips, carrying with it hot steam, and hit the Ripper like a sharp sword.

"what--"

The Ripper, hit by the blood from the fingertips, let out a shrill scream, and the invisible ghost body began to melt like butter as it approached. It instantly disintegrated into drops, fell to the ground, and disappeared into nothingness.

The ancient Chinese believed that the fingertips were connected to the heart, so the blood from the fingertips was the blood from the heart, and the heart belongs to fire, so the blood from the heart could kill and repel most of the demons.

In ancient times, Taoist priests would often bite their fingertips and use the blood from their fingertips to write talismans or cast spells when they were killing ghosts and demons.

Fingertip blood is extremely precious. Ordinary Taoists are usually reluctant to use fingertip blood to write talismans, for fear that they might end up killing themselves before defeating the demon.

But Martin is different. He is so bold that he can use the blood from his fingertips as weapons to attack these ghosts.

"Ghost, I haven't seen anything like this in a long time!"

Martin waved his hand, and the wound on his middle finger healed quickly.

He felt something was wrong since he got up, and knew that his room must have been invaded by ghosts, but he originally thought that they were evil spirits that escaped from hell. He did not expect that these spirits were closer to the ghosts of China.

The disappearance of the Ripper did not frighten the other ghosts in the room. These spirits no longer had any emotions. They just followed the laws between life and death and went after the living.

"It's so boring!"

Martin wiped the blood off his face, but it was actually clean tap water, and the so-called blood was just an illusion.

He could kill all the ghosts in the room in an instant, but he didn't.

Because something was resonating with Martin's soul, and it seemed that something was about to jump out.

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