"Hee hee. Heh heh hahahaha."
The moment Su Ming returned to the pitch-black room, he heard eerie laughter from outside the door. The woman's shrill voice pierced through the thin door like an owl's cry.
He still used Doctor Manhattan's space as a transfer point to exchange the gems for Power Rings, but there was only a small bag containing rings in that space. Doctor Manhattan himself was nowhere to be found.
After thinking it over, he followed the old route and touched a vortex to teleport back to the little building he shared with Harley.
He had no idea whether it was day or night when he returned, but he immediately heard the crazy woman shouting and carrying on in the living room outside the bedroom.
He pushed open the door and entered Harley's living room, only to find her sitting cross-legged on the bed, hugging a laptop as she watched some video. She held a lollipop in one hand, occasionally giving it a few licks with her little tongue before continuing to laugh at the video.
She wore headphones, so Su Ming had no idea what she was watching. It was like a mime performance in a pitch-black room: no audience, yet the performer herself was laughing wildly. It sent chills down his spine.
It was nighttime. Outside the window was total darkness, punctuated now and then by gunfire, but there were no police sirens.
Social order had already collapsed. The Superheroes were holding the line now. Those police officers from before were probably struggling to make a living for themselves and their families.
He walked behind Harley and leaned over to look at the laptop, only to discover that she was watching a documentary.
A clearly cellphone-recorded clip was playing. The footage shook violently, but he could