"I told you before about the Sense of Being Watched. Do you remember?"
Deathstroke, disguised as Batwoman, did not rush to set up the Tuning Fork. Instead, he chatted with the gorilla. The pool in Washington Square reflected the sky, and the Black Sun in its waters seemed to ripple with the wind.
"Yes, I remember." The gorilla exhaled a cloud of smoke and scratched the top of his head. "Don't tell me you're feeling it again? Before 1836, Washington Square was a cemetery beside a swamp. More than twenty thousand people who died during the Yellow Fever epidemic were buried there. Are you so sensitive that you can feel the souls of the dead?"
A Sense of Being Watched, put plainly, was that prickling feeling on the back of one's neck—like someone was staring at you in secret.
And when ghosts or spirits appeared, the surrounding temperature would drop due to Negative Energy, causing people to feel something similar.
"What? Are you saying this place is haunted?"
Mindy rubbed her arms. Her uniform had short sleeves, and because she had undergone rapid growth after being injected with all kinds of Serums, it was already a little too small. Now, her stomach felt even colder.
"Not like Bobo said." Su Ming wordlessly helped the ape put his green cap back on. "I just feel as if something is watching me intermittently. When I don't feel it, it seems like nothing I say or do matters. But now it's different. I feel like my words are being recorded by something."
There was no way to describe that feeling precisely, but it was not a major problem. He could share his senses with the gorilla through Strangle, directly via Nerve Conduction.
Taking advantage of the hat-adjusting motion, a black thread slipped into