The Death Knell

The scorching sun was in the sky, and the top of the mountain was bare. Someone had built a stone circle with stones. At this time, another Rick, wearing a white sheet, was sitting cross-legged in the center of the stone circle.

Around him, there were Mortys dressed similarly. Their faces were all pale, but they all still had satisfied smiles.

"You came?"

Even without opening his eyes, Rick noticed Morty's arrival. He called the boy's name in a gentle voice, like spring breeze turning into rain.

"I shouldn't have come."

At this time, Morty had already discovered something was wrong with those peers. In addition to the weird smiles on their faces, there were also many empty syringes and tinfoil around them. If you think about it carefully, you can understand that these guys are high now. .

"In this world, coming and going is normal, but you, idiot, can't see through it." Rick, who was in the middle of the stone circle, turned his hands over and made a posture of picking up flowers and sniffing them, and spoke words full of philosophy.

"Is this why you gave medicine to the little pet Mortys?" Although Morty resisted, his legs still walked towards Rick.

I don’t know why, but this old man wrapped in white cloth seems to be full of charm, and his every move confuses people.

"No, you are wrong. I don't want to participate in the Quartz Conference, and I firmly boycott any hegemonic activities." Rick smiled slightly, and his smile was full of Zen charm: "People's thoughts should be free, and restricting freedom will not restrict them. Soul, what I want to do is not to get you to participate in ***health insurance, but to set you free."

After hearing the tongue twister, Morty showed his hidden fox expression again: "Huh?"

"Yes, close your eyes, tie a rubber tourniquet, and then use this syringe to give yourself an injection." Rick threw a kilogram of white powder to Morty, as well as the matching syringe and saline: "After doing this , and then follow my rhythm and breathe.”

"Why is it the same as the aerobics on TV?" Looking at Rick who started to make strange body movements, Morty had a very strange expression on his face, but he was a good boy and did not touch drugs.

But these powders should be collected first and may be sold in the future.

"This is yoga. If you practice it regularly, it can help you lick your belly button, you know."

Zen Rick raised his eyebrows and led the other Mortys to do yoga with wisdom in mind:

"I understand what all of you Mortys have in common. You all want to be 'self-sufficient', and I have mastered all the types of yoga in countless worlds in the multiverse, so you can quickly get the 'freedom to blow the trumpet'. How about it? Isn't it great? Feeling excited?"

"hiss!"

After hearing this, Morty took a deep breath. He felt that he had been completely seen through. Rick's wisdom was so profound, it was like the ocean.

But the strong pressure and endless coldness of the sea overwhelmed the empty-minded young man.

If Rick can really help all Mortys complete the desired spine-folding movement, then no matter which Rick is in the hands of Rick, the Mortys will become this Rick's slaves, and others will just raise Mortys for him.

Just like Apple fans will worship Steve Jobs, every time he releases a new phone, it will attract countless attention. This Rick only needs to release new yoga moves from time to time, and then continue to update, he can rule the world!

His fans will fight anyone else on the internet.

Taking advantage of the simplicity of his grandson has always been a method used by Rick to control Mortys, and this Zen Rick has jumped off the chessboard of the Little Morty Contest and begun a higher-level layout!

As expected of Rick in the multiverse, the top human strongman, has he evolved into the most suitable form for survival in the short time he fell on a strange planet?

But the Morty who is currently escaping is not an ordinary Morty. He has a stronger will than other Mortys. Although the ability to lick his belly button and other parts makes him very excited, but without freedom, he would rather escape.

Zen Rick did not rush him, but still calmly led the Mortys to practice yoga movements, and shouted the slogan: "Breathe! Breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, breathe in."

The surrounding Mortys all made the sound of powerful vacuuming.

Hiss! ! !

Just hearing the sound was so exciting that Morty was upset, but remembering that his dead companions were still looking at him in the sky, he still used his last willpower to cover his ears and head and ran away. Mountain.

He told himself that he couldn't just sink like this, that would be too much.

Just like this, he ran fifty meters with his head in his arms. He left Zen Rick's sphere of influence and came to sit on a bench. He rubbed his head in pain, and the magical sucking sound was still in his mind. It echoed like a brainwashing demonic sound.

"Oh God! What should I do? How on earth can I leave this nightmare?!"

He looked up at the sky, and there was a heavy rain in the sky, which instantly beat him into a drowned rat, just like his current mood.

But God Morty was scolded by him before and will not come back to scold him again. This can only be a one-man show.

Or not?

"Morty, can you hear me?"

Just as Morty was dancing to Singin' in the Rain alone by the bench, a mysterious voice came from the sky. The voice was very strange, not any Rick he knew.

"Who is it? A superpower? A mutant? Superman? A Jedi? Tiger Chip Girl?"

Morty was very familiar with time-travelers, aliens, and people from parallel universes. He immediately made a series of guesses about the owner of the mysterious voice, and also revealed his own XP.

The so-called tiger potato chip girl is actually a TV commercial character selling potato chips. She is a beautiful woman with blond hair, eyes closed, protruding front and back, wearing a tiger-print swimsuit.

The advertisement said that as long as you eat a certain number of Tiger potato chips, you can get a chance to kiss the potato chip girl.

Morty has always felt that this company was trustworthy because they promised that one billionth of the sales profits would be donated to the 'Disability Federation', and the tiger girl in the advertisement was also blind.

So she would stare at them, it must be true.

Anyway, it doesn't matter if you are blind or not, as long as you are big, that's all Morty wants.

"You stinky maggot on the brain of a sperm, my voice can't be that of a woman's, right?" The mysterious voice scolded directly, with a tone that hates iron and steel: "I am your Grandpa Rick, you can also call me I’m Deathstroke Rick.”

"Uh, are you a Rick who works in the funeral industry?" Morty was very puzzled. He didn't understand why this Rick didn't show up.

"No! I have been observing you, including other Ricks. I am very satisfied with your performance. I want to negotiate a condition with you." The voice calling himself Deathstroke Rick spoke and suppressed his anger. Choice: "I can show you my sincerity first and tell you a secret, and then you can decide whether to cooperate with me."

"What's the secret? I'll listen first and then tell you." Hidden Fox said with a wise face.

After a short silence, Deathstroke answered:

"Actually, you are now in a fictional digital world. Everything around you is not real. You must find the nearest women's restroom and get out of there through a toilet-like teleportation device! I'm waiting for you in reality."