The Death Knell

The appearance of this strange woman was like turning on some switch. One second the streets were empty and silent, and the next second they became bustling with people.

There was a skeleton wearing fishnet stockings beating a living large intestine, an angel crossing the road was hit by a rhinoceros and pooped all over the ground, six goblins were playing multiplayer sports in a car on the roadside, and the chassis of a broken Volkswagen and The sound of the road hitting the road was like a rolling mill in a factory.

All kinds of flashy, exaggerated, and rotten things filled the entire dimension. On the mud with mushrooms and strange plants growing on the roadside, if you look carefully, you can see different faces, which should be piles of corpses that have swelled.

Superboy-Prime sighed, and looked at Deathstroke beside him: "Although you and Constantine said that madness is the eternal constant in the magical world, this is too crazy. It's like dumping garbage from all dimensions. It’s a hodgepodge here.”

"Ah, magic, monsters, light show! I think it's not bad here." Harley kept staring at the stroller over there, wondering what it would be like for a child being pushed by a woman with a 'finger' head.

"There is a dead dog in the stroller, don't look at it." Superboy pointed to his eyes. The dusty stroller with one wheel missing and covered with dust did not have any magic protection. He could easily see through it and then told the answer.

Harley's little mouth pouted and she said unhappily: "I thought there would be a finger baby in the car, the one who would constantly play rock, paper, scissors by himself. Who wants you to tell me the truth? You will pay for it." Sweet dreams.”

"Beautiful dream? This is a nightmare dimension. Anyway, I can't compensate you for your fantasy. I can find sleeping pills for you."

Superboy-Prime was a little helpless, Harley was still holding Deathstroke's arm, and there was nothing he could do to her.

Fortunately, the cute little mental patient is easy to talk to, and he was happy when he heard that he had medicine:

"Then it's settled. I want a cocktail of hydrocarbyl, sertraline, and clozapine. You have to get me a lot of them. These babies can make me sleep like a pure baby, and maybe even You can dream about winning a lottery or something.”

"Don't use your professional knowledge to prescribe medicine for yourself! These are all sedatives for mental patients, right? How much do you like taking medicine?"

Superboy followed Deathstroke and finally awakened the ability to complain unknowingly.

Harley spread her hands and said very frankly: "I am a patient to begin with. I have severe schizophrenia and mania. When I am sick, I need to take medicine? Do you still want me to write a doctor's prescription for you?"

"I don't get the impression that you are a patient. You are much smarter than many people."

Superboy rolled his eyes and turned his head to look at the street outside the alley, but he accepted the condition of finding medicine.

"Hehe? Thanks for the compliment? I've only become more discerning recently." Harley shook her head with a smile, and hugged Deathstroke tightly in her arms: "By the way, handsome guys, we are here to find mischief. The little witch’s? What to do next?”

Su Ming has been observing the situation on the street? Everything happening in this dimension is very strange, even life and death are intertwined here. Is this reality or a kind of dream?

Logically speaking, in DC's dualistic system, nightmares and dreams are in opposing relationships? That side represents dreams, so this should represent wakefulness.

But...a waking nightmare...

"Clark? Go ask that angel, the one who was knocked down by a rhinoceros and stepped on his belly. He became incontinent." He assigned an order to let Superboy, who is the most resistant to beatings and has the highest magic resistance, try the water.

All the creatures here are so weird and dangerous.

Su Ming couldn't let the two of them raise their heads now? Instead, he directed their attention to the street, because the strangulation angle had already seen that in the dark sky, among the gorgeous rays of light, there were many incredible things. The name seems to be something that came out of the Cthulhu Mythos.

They were turning and crawling in the sky with an indescribable rhythm. Even Su Ming's memory of vacationing in the world of "Bloodborne" revived when he saw this reality, and he felt sick for a while.

Yes, in order to do experiments at that time, both he and Ciri drank some Yharnam's blood, so after leaving the hunter's dream, their memories were also lost in the dream.

Placenta, eyeball, moon...

But now this memory is back, as if those twisted gods of the past came here specially to send him a 'memory express' across countless worlds, faintly pointing out the truth of the nightmare.

The terrifying existences that have disappeared from the DC universe for a long time and are suspected to be dead long ago have never died or left. They have always been here.

It's scary to think about it.

Then don't think too much about the old gods. The more you think about it, the more dangerous it is, especially for smart people.

Using willpower to force himself to get rid of that abnormal psychological temptation, suppressing his curiosity, he let Superboy do things.

Clark didn't know what was going on, so he naturally had no objection to this order. Although there were all kinds of monsters on the streets and the angel was very disgusting, he still went because he was confident in his own strength.

Generally speaking, real angels do not need to eat and naturally have no digestive system, except for fallen angels.

But in the nightmare dimension, there seems to be no need for this setting.

Superboy tried to talk to the angel on the ground, but the seriously injured guy could only scream and spit out black sticky plasma, which turned into rats and swarmed into the sewer.

Clark took a few steps back and shook his head towards the death knell in the alley. There should be no possibility of communication with the creatures here.

Harley started to applaud enthusiastically. She had never seen a magic trick like an angel spitting out a mouse, and it was an eye-opener.

Su Ming didn't speak, but just gestured to Superboy Supreme again, asking him to ask the fingered woman pushing the stroller. She was the first one to appear on the street. Maybe there was something different about her?

However, the result still didn't work. The opponent had no head, nearly a hundred fingers on his neck, and only no eyes and ears.

Superboy retreated in defeat. The monsters on the street didn't even look at him. It was as if they didn't exist. They were only busy with their own affairs.

"There is no other way. None of the creatures here can understand English." The long-haired Superboy frowned and complained: "Logically speaking, English should be universal throughout the universe, but it doesn't seem to work here."

"There are many rules in the nightmare that are different from those outside. It has its own system here." Su Ming removed his visor, took out a cigarette and lit it: "It's like being in hell, you can't even drink Coke." Ice is the same thing.”

Clark's nostrils flared and he blew out some rough breath: "Okay, I'm starting to hate this place. Is there any other way you can find traces of the witch?"

"Of course there is a way. Don't forget that we have psychology experts in our team." The mercenary smiled and blew out a smoke ring and touched Harley's head: "Didn't I say it before? Alberta is chasing Lucifer. You just came here, so what will Lucifer do after entering such a chaotic and crazy universe? Do you feel a little thirsty after flying so far from the realm of the gods? "

Harley narrowed her eyes and leaned her head on Deathstroke's shoulder: "So we just need to find a place like a nightclub or a bar here. Fun-loving is Lucifer's most important characteristic, and that guy is a drinker. Hungry ghost."