The Death Knell

Speaking of which, the streets are full of corpses and monsters, but the residents here are full of life. They know that there is nothing wrong with the style of painting, but they can just force it together.

The living and the dead, magic and technology, there is nothing you can't imagine but nothing you can't see here.

However, these things are extremely twisted and deformed, and even a tree will grow tentacles to prey on pedestrians passing by.

No one can communicate with the beings on the road, but Superboy's super hearing still comes in handy, because no matter what the hell the entertainment venue is, there has to be music.

Following the noise that sounded like a broken gong beating irregularly, Clark led the two of them to a basement. Although there was no sign, it should have looked like a bar, because there were many monsters staggering out of there, as if He looked like he had drunk too much.

But when the three of them walked down, they discovered that this place was more like a slaughterhouse. Under the dark ground with only torch lighting, there was a huge meat ball placed in a fence.

It looked like a person with a pig-head-shaped tumor, or it might simply be a pig with human heads on its body. The deformed body was more than ten meters tall, and its body was covered with colorful tubes.

These pipes are connected to the faucets. When a monster customer asks for a drink, the headless mummy bartender wearing a white shirt and bow tie will unscrew one of the faucets and release a glass of blue ichor. Apparently this is it. Wine in dimension.

"Although I have never refused any narcotics in the past, I will not drink this wine." Harley curled her lips. If the fat monster storing thick juice was hidden behind the wall, these 'drinks' would not be visible. source, she might even want to have a drink.

But after seeing the rotten flesh covered with abscesses and mushrooms, and seeing cups of pus coming out of her belly, she said that no matter how strong the wine was, she would not come again.

"Forget it, I'm not under the legal drinking age." Superboy also shook his head.

"We are here to inquire about information, not to bring you to drink." Su Ming didn't want to have a glass of 'strongly fragrant' bodily fluid. He squeezed through the dense crowd in the bar, and among the flies and various freaks Walking between them, he came to the bar.

At this time, the bartender was wiping the table, and the rag in his hand was a dead baby still connected to the umbilical cord. Accompanied by a squeaking and moist friction sound, the little guy giggled.

Deathstroke tapped his knuckles on the bar table, and the bartender stopped what he was doing. Even though it had no head, he could feel a line of sight falling on him.

"Man, I want to find a woman."

Su Ming said so.

"Who doesn't? We all need a few women." The bartender, who has no head and no mouth, but can still speak, spoke in standard Hawaiian English: "Welcome, outsiders, to the madness and incomprehension. A kingdom of restraint, a paradise of dreams and reality.”

"Is this a metaphor? Or..." Su Ming asked tentatively.

"Do you want a drink?" The bartender took a lump of mud from under the bar and rolled it into a cup with both hands, like making a clay sculpture: "A place has its own rules. What we have here is the truth, but for There is a price to pay for pursuing the truth.”

Su Ming smiled. He sat on the bar stool wrapped in human skin. Amidst the noise, he increased his volume:

"Oh? I'm starting to like you here. What is the currency popular in this dimension?"

"What do you think we need? We are carefree every day." The cup in the headless bartender's hand had hardened strangely. He picked up a dead baby and stuffed it into the cup, and wiped it carefully: " Everything can be paid as a price, but whether it is valuable or not, and how much it is, is all up to me to decide.”

Deathstroke put both arms on the bar, and Harley and Superboy sat beside him.

Under the weak light of the swaying torch, he crossed his hands, supported his head with the back of his hands, and said with a cigarette in his mouth:

"I understand. The Kingdom of Dreams is filled with unfinished stories and poems, which are the most precious wealth for them. And in the corresponding nightmare, what you want are riddles without answers. , the kind of mystery that can make you worry and worry, causing you to lose your hair in handfuls."

Harley crossed her legs on the side, turned around and leaned on the bar, looking at the dance floor where the demons were dancing, and laughed loudly:

"You, the bartender, gave too many hints. First, you said that the truth is worthless, and then you mentioned that everyone is carefree. Who are you looking down on by giving so many hints?"

"Haha, my fault, but the riddle about how many hairs I have is no longer valid. When the last outsider came, he used this to pay for the drink." The bartender put the cleaned glass from his neck. In his chest, he said with some emotion: "That is really a perfect man, chaotic, dark, mysterious, graceful and full of temptation."

Su Ming laughed under the dim light, like the flow of cold wind: "Lucifer is indeed fatally attracted to all kinds of creatures, but he doesn't like headless corpses. You won't get results without a head. You're missing seven holes at once, and you're not competitive at all."

The bartender was stunned for a moment, trembling sadly, reaching his hand from his neck, taking out the cup, turning around, putting a glass of wine for himself, and poured it into his chest:

"It turns out that he is Lucifer. It turns out that this is the reason why he left in a hurry... But if you solve this mystery, you must compensate me for the other one."

"What? Are you still being reasonable?" Superboy's fist slammed on the bar.

The headless bartender started wiping the glass again and shrugged nonchalantly: "Can you go out and have a look? Does this seem like a reasonable place? I can probably guess your purpose. If you want to know the truth, you have to click here. Play by the rules.”

"Then you also answer my question. Wouldn't it be even?" Su Ming pressed Superboy's shoulders and motioned him to calm down. Perhaps this bartender is the only real person in this city. On the street outside Those monsters are just dreams.

Who is the headless bartender? An incarnation of some ancient past? Or what kind of agent?

Su Ming didn't want to know, and delving too deeply into these secrets would only lead to troublesome consequences.

"Sorry, we can't get in or out here." The bartender's voice sounded like he was laughing or crying: "Deal? Or leave?"

Deathstroke shook his head. He took off the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it on the side: "Okay, then get ready. It's not too simple to ask for a riddle without an answer. Please listen to the question. The first question is, China Men's Football Team When will we win the World Cup?"

"...This is indeed a mystery." The bartender thought for a moment and had to admit that there was no answer.

Su Ming smiled softly and put the cigarette back into his mouth: "Second question, if there is a sign at the door of your bar saying that guide dogs are not allowed, is it for dogs or for blind people? "

"Haha, deal, a very standard unsolvable mystery." The bartender accepted the 'payment' with some emotion, then took out a large piece of mud from under the bar, pinched out the blind man and the dog, and watched them groping Then walked out of the store: "I know where the man you are looking for has gone. Follow the blind man and the dog, close your eyes, and the dream will send you to meet each other."