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Madame Xanadu wore a light purple sleeveless tight dress that was split like a cheongsam from her thighs almost to her waist. She was standing in front of the door of her psychic cabin to greet Connors at this time.
Connors's clothes were almost soaked, his body couldn't help but tremble, and his face looked frightened. "I have a friend who says you can help me."
Madame Xanadu's long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and she stood in front of Connors with a caring tone. "I feel like you don't know more about yourself than I do about you. Come to the fireplace to keep warm and get rid of the chill. And tell me what happened."
Connors, with a weak and helpless expression, followed Madame Xanadu to the table and sat down. Feeling that the chill on his body was being dispersed by the fire, he spoke slowly.
"I keep having a nightmare… In my dream, I was a farmer who accidentally threw an axe into the river, and a man with a goatee appeared from the bottom of the river with two axes in his hand, one is my iron axe and the other is a golden axe… His expression is very scary… this dream comes up every day." Connors's expression was extremely frightened. As he spoke, tears were already spinning in his eyes, and he couldn't help but wipe them with his hands.
Madame Xanadu, who was sitting across from him, gradually became confused from her initial indifference. She stretched out her hands and held Connors's tearful hand in her palm. She saw the future, but that wasn't Connors's future.
Over the ruined Metropolis, Batman, Superman, and Wonder Woman looked condescendingly at the city that had no vitality at their feet.
"I saw the tragedy after a big war, and I also saw a word defined for it: Trinity." Madame Xanadu took back her hand. She covered her head and couldn't help but want to grab her hair. "The Trinity War? What's this?"
Connors interrupted Madame Xanadu's thoughts. "What's wrong with me? Can you help me?"
Madame Xanadu's fingertips had a bluish-blue light flickering, and she ignored Connors, who was sitting opposite, and placed her hand on the tarot cards on the table. "The tarot cards will tell me who will start this war and how I will stop them."
The first card she lifted had the image of two people, one an adult and the other a child, with the word "Boy" written underneath. The child was mediocre, while the adult behind him fisted toward the sky, with lightning flashes on his body and an enlarged and thick lightning sign on his chest.
"I haven't met him yet, but I know who he is and how wrong he was in being chosen."
Crack!
It was raining heavily outside the psychic hut when a thick thunderbolt struck down, making Connors tremble. "Please tell me quickly, what misfortune will befall me?!"
However, Madame Xanadu, who was sitting opposite and had her figure outlined in a close-fitting skirt, did not answer but turned over two more tarot cards. "It's not about you yet. It's about the Justice League."
Connors saw figures of Wonder Woman and Superman on the tarot cards, with the words below presenting "Hero" and "Warrior" respectively.
Putting the opened cards aside, Madame Xanadu opened the fourth card, and then uttered an exclamation, "No! Not her!" The image on the card was of a woman covered in a red robe with her face covered by a hood. But it didn't matter; the skull-shaped box held in the woman's hand illustrated her identity.
"It's Pandora! She is one of the three original sins despised by the gods. She is cursed by the ancient council and has eternal life. They walk among us—"
The word "Human" was written on the tarot card.
Opposite Madame Xanadu, Connors hugged himself with both hands. The thunder just now had frightened him so much that he did not recover for a long time and did not respond to Madame Xanadu's words.
Madame Xanadu continued the flop, with the fifth being a man in a fanciful helmet. "This is the second Justice League, a team built by humans rather than destiny."
"Why can't I still see the part about you?" Madame Xanadu looked at the "girl" opposite as if she saw a fog that could not be dispersed. She opened the sixth card, which was still not a message about Connors, but Batman. The card said "Detective."
The seventh card read "Alien," and the image was that of a guy with green skin and red eyes, the "Martian Manhunter."
"The true intentions are covered up by lies, and Martian Manhunter isn't the only one disguised among them. They all have secrets." Although Madame Xanadu wanted to help the "girl" sitting opposite, other related content frequently appeared under the tarot cards today, which made Madame Xanadu confused and unable to help but want to continue exploring the next things.
The eighth card was a faceless man wearing a long black suit and tie, with a gentleman's hat on his faceless head.
"What's this? Why doesn't he have a face? One by one… he's not the guy who appeared in my dream." Connors glanced at the eighth card and saw the word "Mystery Man" written below the faceless man. He cheered into his closed hands with a small mouth and said pitifully, "Can you please stop looking and tell me what you saw?"
"By the way, the dream goatee man has two blood lines drawn on his face. He said… he said—"
"'Welcome to the Delay Alliance,' he said!!"
As he spoke, Madame Xanadu had turned the ninth card, and then her face became unusually flustered, and even her tone, which had always been unremarkable, became sharp.
"No!! I know what the Trinity means! They're coming, some of them are already here! I need to warn the Justice League!"
Madame Xanadu's expression was even more helpless than Connors's, who had just entered the psychic hut. She was about to rise when her hands were already caught by Connors across the table. Connors's expression gradually changed from fear and helplessness to a calm loss.
"You can indeed see the future, Madame Xanadu. But it's a pity that you can't see anything about me."
Connors used Magnification on the Lockpicking Master ability and locked all his information. This was the method Connors used to deal with Madame Xanadu's prophetic power.
"Who are you?" Madame Xanadu tried hard to break away from Connors's hands. But no matter how hard she tried, her hands flashing blue with lightning, the seemingly weak "girl" on the opposite side exerted no effort at all. It was like pinching a baby chick.
"I'm going to make sure you don't warn anyone about their future," Connors said with a smile. His image gradually changed from that of a weak and helpless girl to one of a strong figure with a smile on his lips, wearing a trench coat of a common style in Gotham, and a black smoke cloak behind him.
Outside the psychic hut, vines rose from the sky, wrapping the hut in clusters, making it an area that even a trace of wind could not penetrate. Inside the psychic hut, the slender and tough vines spread like snakes on the ground, climbed up the table, climbed up Madame Xanadu's chair, and tied her body in a long skirt according to special techniques.
"You can call me 'The Outsider,'" Connors finished with a smile, reaching out and pinching Madame Xanadu's tender cheek. Fingers slipped across her face and, along the curve of her neck, rested on Madame Xanadu's shoulder. Before Madame Xanadu could scream again, vines closed her mouth and blindfolded her, leaving her completely confined to her chair.
"My acting skills seem to have improved a lot," Connors glanced at the tarot cards on the table and said, walking out of the psychic hut carelessly. The vines along the way automatically avoided him and closed again after he had gone.
Only the tied Madame Xanadu remained in the hut, and the ninth tarot card turned over on the table was the image of Connors's black smoke cloak dancing with the wind, with war raging behind him. Below it was written the word "Outsider."
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