The Death Knell

In the Kingdom of Dreams, half an hour later.

"It's so tragic." Bobo squatted on the shoulders of Deathstroke, with a look of compassion, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "There are no breathing creatures in the city except us, but I didn't even see a corpse. This Is this the 'Schrödinger's murder' you once told Barry about?"

As long as you don't enter the house to take a look, the faceless residents in various buildings are actually in an 'unsettled state', and no one knows whether they are dead or alive.

"Less than 50,000 people, it took a little time." Su Ming shrugged, and the blood-stained strangled man cleaned himself while slowly retracting into the host body: "I completed step one, and then solved the crack brush. A strange question. Once these arrangements are made, I can go and see the progress of Lucian's work. I hope he is sensible enough."

After saying that, he took off the cloak behind him and turned it into a flying carpet, allowing the orangutan and the doctor to get on.

The female doctor didn't move her hands all the way. She just touched her lower abdomen, looking thoughtful.

She knew two things. First, this man in black and yellow armor uniform was terrifyingly strong. Second, compared to his force, his dark tactics are more dangerous.

Originally, the faceless people were scattered around working, and it was not easy to catch them all at once, but Deathstroke only did one thing and lured them all back.

Quite simply, he secretly set fires everywhere in the city.

Deathstroke told her and the orangutans that when a group of people arrive in an unfamiliar area, the 'herd effect' will allow them to unite and help each other like ants to deal with various threats posed by the unknown environment.

The current situation is like this. If the mind set of the faceless people is to imitate human behavior in all aspects, then this can be exploited.

Take advantage of their unity, take advantage of their mutual assistance.

So as to catch them all.

At that time, all the faceless people who saw the thick smoke in the sky rushed over. The words "work" and "labor" that they had been talking about were changed to "fire fighting". They swarmed in from all directions and struggled. The ground fought against the continuous fires in the city.

That was a fire caused by napalm, and they couldn't put it out with buckets and sand.

In the end, they all died in the hands of the waiting death knell, the ambushing orange light ghost, or the weird black tentacles.

A sneak attack launched in the thick smoke was impossible to guard against, and the armed forces of the two sides were not at the same level at all.

What's more, these numb faceless people didn't even think about resisting. Even if they were strangled and hung around their necks, their faces still looked like ' @_ @'.

Perhaps to make the orangutan feel better, Deathstroke also controlled the ghosts and symbiotes to drag the faceless men into the house and kill them? This avoided bloody scenes. From this perspective? He may be the real animal protectionist.

Climbing up the flying carpet, the two of them and the ape came to the bottom of the huge crack. After sending the orange light ghost to kill the faceless people who kept falling, Deathstroke stared at the crack and thought silently.

It was as if there was a crack in the sky, like a glass bead that had been thrown out of the crack? There was such a black streak in the bright and exaggerated blue sky like an oil painting, which made it even more dangerous and mysterious.

I don’t know where the other side of the rift is? But the Dream Kingdom is the dimension of Sandman? He is a member of the Endless Family and the representative of the concept.

Then the space that can connect to this dimension and initiate a reverse invasion must at least exist on the same level as the Kingdom of Dreams.

The rules, energy, and form of existence on the other side are completely unknown, so it is not feasible to rush in blindly to solve the problem? Fighting in a strange place is tantamount to giving up the "geographical advantage"? That will be unlucky.

But this crack exists here, constantly expelling the faceless people like flies laying eggs. This cannot be solved, otherwise their number will skyrocket again before long.

"Is it difficult to solve?" Bobo took a puff of cigarette and stared at the crack on his head: "I have a solution for the orangutan, I don't know if I should talk about it?"

Su Ming smiled. He rubbed Bobo's head: "Do you think it will be difficult for me to do this? I am Death Knell. There are many ways. It's just a pity that these faceless people died in vain. I'm thinking about how to solve it. Use them for profit? There is already a way.”

The orangutan detective twisted his mouth? Of course he knew that Deathstroke would always have a way. But the way he was thinking just now frightened him. He didn't want Deathstroke to come up with any plan that was too bloody or too perverted, and he didn't want it to be too shocking.

For example, fly over and grab two pieces of the sky, pull them together and then staple them together or something.

Whether Deathstroke can do this, Bobo doesn't know, but even if he can, it's best not to do this.

This is the country of dreams. There are too many people and too many eyes. It is always bad to expose too many cards and strength. This is for the sake of Death Knell.

"Give me your cell phone." Su Ming reached out to the orangutan secretary and twitched his fingers: "Do you have Beelzebub's phone number here?"

"You asked me if I have the phone number of the Demon King of Hell?" The orangutan handed over his mobile phone, but his eyes turned into dead fish shapes: "Do you think I have it? I am a harmless orangutan, although I have no choice but to live in this world. In the magical world, my soul is as pure as an angel."

Su Ming flipped through the address book and looked at the orangutan with some surprise: "Oh, I really didn't expect that you actually have the angel's contact information. Is this Gabriel the one I know?"

Bobo's monkey head changed direction and came closer, taking a look at the number and notes. There were two words written under the string of numbers - 'tramp faggot'.

"Yes, this is Gabriel with chrysanthemums blooming everywhere." Bobo sighed and scratched his head speechlessly: "I want to change my story now. After all, I think I am much purer than an angel. Is it still too late?"

"I don't want you to think it, I want me to think it." Su Ming said clearly, took off his mask and dialed the phone, raising an eyebrow: "But you are right, Gabriel is indeed a bit dirty."

Gabriel from Earth 0 has long since fallen into heaven and has been fooling around in the United States. He lost his wings and the sword of justice, and was given a set of reproductive organs by his old friend Lucifer in order to make a living.

He has no money and no sense of work. He can only sleep in parks, subway stations, and under bridges. He is willing to sell his body for a hamburger and a bottle of liquor, for both men and women.

But there is an advantage to this, that is, now that the angels are falling into inexplicable madness, he is definitely not affected. After all, his belief in the Seventh Heaven has been shaken, and he can't even figure out whether he is an angel or a devil.

Doctor Xavier looked surprised. He looked at Deathstroke making a phone call and asked the orangutan next to him: "Can I make a phone call here?"

"This is the Kingdom of Dreams, which represents one of the pinnacles of the mysterious side. Various communication networks have long been covered." Bobo looked like he had seen a lot of things. He blew out a puff of smoke and said like a boss: "Forget about making phone calls, Steve Jobs continues to design fruit phones here, and there are also production lines dedicated to residents of the Land of Dreams. Do you want Fruit 24 Plus?"

"Uh... forget it, if you take it out, others will definitely think it's a knockoff, right?" Dr. Quinzel refused. She didn't want to use a mobile phone designed by the soul of a deceased person, and she felt uncomfortable.

Bobo nodded, as if he was feeling sad: "It makes sense. If no one knows the authenticity, it will become a fake. The same is true in our world."

While the psychiatrist and the orangutan were chatting, the phone in Deathstroke's hand went through.

"Hello?"

A hoarse voice responded like a mosquito, as weak as if he would die in the next second.