The Death Knell

With two snaps, the female doctor took off her rubber gloves and stood up slowly.

The white blood stains on the gloves did not cooperate at all. They were connected to the corpse's internal organs like stubborn latex, pulling out long filaments and floating in the air.

Su Ming took a puff of cigarette:

"result?"

"It's not much different from the physiological structure of humans, except that their physical fitness is almost ten times that of humans, which can be seen from the density of muscle fibers."

Dr. Quinzel rubbed her head with a headache. She felt that after she came to Earth 0, she didn't seem to be 'recuperating and having a baby' as promised, but was being dragged around by Deathstroke, working for him.

Bobo touched his chin and sighed with Deathstroke: "Then they are more advanced creatures than humans?"

"I can't say, they don't seem to be very intelligent. Their reaction speed is very slow. They didn't even show any emotion when faced with danger before." The doctor walked aside and washed her hands. She thought about it seriously: "I do. I thought they might be some kind of bionic being, all its internal organs are too standard, exactly the same as what I saw in the textbook..."

"Understood, wait a minute." Su Ming went out with the weapon. Ten seconds later, Strangler came back dragging more than a dozen faceless bodies and threw them on the floor: "Your guess is right, they are Everyone is the same height and weight, and the memory is as fresh as if it has been restarted."

The doctor's anatomy process was much simpler this time. She opened the chest of each corpse and took a look. After a few minutes, she stood up:

"Yes, the size and shape of the internal organs are exactly the same. I'm afraid the weight is also the same. They are just like parts mass-produced on the assembly line."

She gave the autopsy report. If one or two similar creatures were identical, it could be said to be a coincidence. But Deathstroke went out and randomly selected a dozen samples, and they were all the same. That was another matter.

In addition to standardized designs for mass production, it may be magic or something more advanced. For those that she didn't understand, based on her scope of knowledge, the answer she could give was androids produced on the assembly line.

Bobo also smoked a cigarette and added: "The death knell just tested it. It doesn't even know "Water Margin", which means there is a high probability that they are really outsiders."

"I thought you were joking." The doctor glanced at Deathstroke, who was letting the monster called the symbiote eat pale internal organs and flesh.

"I usually don't joke when I'm doing business. I always have my own reasons for doing things... These weirdos are a bit like clones. The male's DNA is all the same, and the female's is all the same." Su Ming flicked the ashes from his cigarette. He also stood up and said, "I haven't tried those faceless children, but logically, they should be classified by gender."

"Huh, does that sound like trouble?" Bobo glanced at Deathstroke.

"No, as long as I can kill, quantity is not a problem for me." Su Ming smiled and patted the orangutan on the shoulder to relax: "I was just thinking about who launched "Attack of the Clones". Do you think the Laughing Bat is suspicious?"

Bobo looked at the faceless man's humble appearance and shook his head.

"I don't think it's like that. If it were that person's work, it should have a big smiling face. This one? This one is too plain."

Deathstroke nodded, noncommittally letting Strangler eat all the corpses and destroy all traces of them.

Then he walked to the door and opened the creaking door: "Let's go to the castle and find a few acquaintances to ask what's going on."

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"Oh, praise the great Lord of Dreams for sending you here at the most critical moment."

In the dark basement of the castle, Sandman's loyal butler Lucien held Deathstroke's thigh and wiped his nose desperately on it.

He looks exhausted both mentally and physically, with black eyes around his eyes. Do people in the dream suffer from insomnia? Su Ming didn't know either. He only knew that it was a little disgusting for such a middle-aged bald man of unknown age to hug him and cry.

"Do you miss me? Or do you miss this?"

As he spoke, he took out something in the shape of a gas mask from his pocket. It was the Sandman's token, the mask with eyes filled with the sand of time.

The butler jumped up with astonishing agility, hugged the mask like a vicious dog pouncing on its food, and hid it behind him as if he was afraid of being taken away by the death knell again. His eyes were filled with resentment as he said:

"You said you would borrow it last time, but I didn't expect you to borrow it for so long. Without it, I wouldn't be able to protect the master's country. The world is hanging on the edge of a cliff now."

"I'm usually busy, and I almost forgot about the Sandman Mask." Deathstroke dealt with it without sincerity, looking around, and finally landed on a black coffin parked in the center of the basement: "Now can we talk about those faceless coffins?" What are people? They seem to be completely occupying the dreamland."

"Yes, yes, I know, no, I don't know." The housekeeper kissed the mask again and again, and then polished it longingly: "I mean they are indeed going to occupy the dreamland, but I I don’t know what they are, and I accepted them to stay temporarily in our Lord’s kingdom with good intentions, but now they seem to have become the masters of this country..."

"I heard something from the three little pigs in the forest. I heard that a character in the story was killed?" Su Ming sat down on the coffin. He could feel something squirming in the coffin. It was moving and rolling, making the strangulation still a little itchy.

"Several...Have you read the Japanese fairy tale "The Crying Red Ghost"?" The butler wanted to reach out and pull the death knell up from the coffin, but he was still afraid of the God Killer in his hand, so he shrank his hand again. go back.

Su Ming raised an eyebrow, weighing the weapon in his hand, and the electric light flickered in the darkness.

"Are you testing me?"

"No, no, no! I ask myself, my neck is not as strong as Perpetua, how dare I disrespect you?" Lucian shook his head repeatedly. Although his master was a powerful Sandman, the search for the missing master was left to Deathstroke by Death. , how could a servant like him dare to get involved in the affairs of that class: "I mean, Japanese fairy tales are very unpopular, and the characters in them are too small. I'm afraid you won't deign to understand them."

"I know that story, let's continue telling it. Besides, even if I don't know, there's Bobo here." Su Ming pointed to the orangutan detective, where is the age of the little gorilla. The bar owner is usually quite leisurely, so he should have seen it. A lot of books, right?

After all, he calls himself a detective and wears a Sherlock Holmes-like hat. Bobo must also have good reading habits, right?

However, the blank look in the orangutan's eyes at this time said everything. He didn't know, he just stared at the death knell helplessly, as if his brain was burned out by strong alcohol.

But the housekeeper looked at the death knell in a very dogged manner, nodding and hunched over and unable to care about the orangutan. After receiving a positive answer, he said: "The two woodcutters in that story died, and the bodies seemed to be torn apart by ghosts. And "The Glass Peacock" Mrs. Rhine in "" also died, and our people found her mutilated body in a dry well a week after she disappeared..."

"Do you suspect that it was those faceless people who did it?" When the butler wanted to name the dishes, Su Ming raised his hand to stop him from continuing.

"Yes, we suspect, but... there is no evidence." Lucian sighed, and tugged on his long ears, looking very disappointed: "Holmes is not here, we only have Conan Doyle, but that knight He's not on the same level as you at all, and he can't solve the case at all."

"Alas, you will always be a steward and cannot be a king, so let's negotiate a deal."

Su Ming stood up and sighed:

"Since you suspect those outsiders, just kill them all. This is the country of the Sandman. What evidence do you tell the stowaways? In this way, I will help you deal with those people, and you can organize people to bubble all the dreams. Check it out, I'm looking for Commissioner Gordon, Donna, Supergirl, Blue Beetle, Hawkman, Shazam's Dream, how about"

"Isn't it bad to kill people casually?" The housekeeper hesitated.

"First, they are not people you know in the conventional sense. I suggest you play "Detroit Become Human". Second, if you really let them occupy the Dream Kingdom, think about whether your master will steal it when he comes back. Skin you? Thirdly, the terms I negotiate with you are to respect the endless family behind you, but if you don’t know how to praise..."

Deathstroke's mask emerged from his skin, the red goggles lit up in the darkness, and the God Killer suddenly shone brightly.

"Please give me a chance to trade with you!"

The housekeeper immediately knelt down and hugged her as if he was afraid of regretting the death knell. He was so moved that his eyes filled with tears.