The Death Knell

Do you think Sandman is feeling sorry for those faceless men?

No, that's how he usually is. The Sandman has seen too many people's dreams and seen all kinds of darkness. He represents the 'story' like a poet or painter, and these artists basically follow the path of This kind of 'tangled style'.

It seemed like he was staring at the slide with pitiful eyes, but in fact his gaze had already penetrated everything in front of him and reached into the void.

He was standing there sleeping and dreaming, and this world was his dream, which always contained countless sad stories, making people unable to help but feel sad.

If you ask him why he doesn't pay attention to those happy dreams? Of course it's because tragedy always touches people's hearts more.

If ‘Death’ is always an optimist with a sunny smile, then Sandman is a melancholic person with always raining inside.

"Hiss... He seems to be looking at those faceless people." Bobo took a puff of cigarette and slowly exhaled it. The orangutan's head slowly shook from side to side: "They say Sandman is the most human-like existence in the Endless Family. It is true. Ah, does he even have to sympathize with monsters who fall into hell?”

Diana and Donna also looked in agreement and nodded repeatedly.

Su Ming didn't bother to speak to correct their misunderstanding. He just led a few people to Sandman's side, stretched out his hand under the suspicious eyes of the other party's butler, and waved it in front of Daniel's eyes.

However, Sandman still kept his eyes open, raised his head slightly and looked forward, as if he didn't see anything.

At this time, everyone who approached him heard a faint voice, which was coming from the man in front of him who was wearing a black robe and had a pale face.

Sandman: "Zzz...Zzz..."

The orangutan's face suddenly wrinkled, and he was so embarrassed that he couldn't wait to start the civil engineering work. Why should he sleep when it is clearly a concept of the universe? And why do you sleep standing up with your eyes open? How much do you love sleeping?

But then I thought about it, he is the Sandman, the master of dreams. If he doesn't sleep, how can he have the concept of sleeping?

So Bobo couldn't spit out all the words in his mouth, and in the end he could only sigh.

"Ah, this is far different from the image of the Endless Family I imagined." Donna looked at the pointy-eared butler standing behind Sandman speechlessly, and pointed at the man in black robe: "Has he always been like this?"

"What my great master does is beyond the comprehension of us mortals. Looking at the characters in the story from a secular perspective, everyone will have a different view. As the saying goes, there are a thousand Hamlets in the eyes of a thousand people. We see The master is sleeping, but maybe in the eyes of some other people, he is extremely awake."

Gods are actually a relative concept. In front of the Endless Family, many beings who are gods to humans are just mortals.

But the butler still bowed slightly, which was a salute to Deathstroke. After all, this person was kind to the Kingdom of Dreams and was also a friend of Sandman and Death.

"Is this quantum physics?" Bobo jumped down from the arms of the death knell and looked up at the smiling face of the sun in the sky: "If we can't see Daniel's thoughts, then whether he is asleep or not is actually a Uncertain?"

"Heh." Su Ming laughed, nodded to the housekeeper, and touched the baby's head: "Don't think it's so complicated. This is Daniel, not Dr. Manhattan. There's no need to talk about quantum mechanics. This is just sleeping. Yes, watch."

After saying this, Deathstroke took out a phoenix feather from his pocket. It was a specialty from Hermione's hometown, but it was of no use to Su Ming. It was used as a feather duster to sweep away dust at home.

The slightly dirty feathers were stretched under the Sandman's nostrils. Su Ming quickly shook his wrist, and the fiery red soft fluff got into Daniel's nose.

"Ah sneeze!"

So the Sandman woke up, and the entire Dream Kingdom seemed to tremble slightly. The rabbits pruning flowers and grass next to the slide in front of the castle pricked up their ears and cast their eyes here.

The skinny man's eyes were focused, as if many stars were lighting up in his pupils, and it was a sea of ​​stars. The black robe was as dark as night, as if a terrifying dream was about to come.

But his first action was to rub his nose quickly and shed a tear:

"Oh, it's Deathstroke."

The pale man said this, and turned around to face the guests from the Kingdom of Dreams, but the two eyebrows in the shape of 'eight twenty' were still the same tangled, black hair as messy as a chicken coop. As if he had just woken up.

"It's me. Not much else to say. I want to use your library to find a story that happened or hasn't happened yet." Deathstroke was not polite. After all, the second generation Sandman is the most special one in the Infinite Family. He He is the successor, originally a human being.

The Sandman is always aloof and indifferent to the fate of mankind. All he cares about is stories.

So he died, for no reason, the story needed him to die.

As for the successor Daniel, as the second-generation Sandman, he is close to humans. Sometimes he sneaks back to Earth 0 to go shopping and visit his mother in his hometown.

The embodiment of such a concept is not very threatening most of the time. You just need to be direct when talking to him, because if you are not careful, he may fall asleep standing up with his eyes open.

"Okay, please come in."

As soon as Daniel raised his hand, a silver swirling portal appeared around everyone. Opposite the door was the magnificent library that he had seen several times before, which was filled with scrolls and drafts.

Even though he could walk about 200 meters to the library from the main entrance of the castle, he still had to use teleportation, he was so willful.

Returning here again inevitably reminds Su Ming of the time he came here because he had to deal with Barbatos. For the DC Universe, that was only half a year ago, but if you add in the Marvel... In terms of time spent, it was more than eighty years ago.

The traces of the fire here still remain, many books are only charred fragments, and many unwritten poems here have been destroyed. At first, it seemed to be a hint that the end was approaching and the world was already over. There is no future.

But that is all in the past. Although there are not many new scrolls or books appearing here, at least the collapse of the sky has stopped. It seems that everyone has brought the multiverse 1 back from the edge of destruction.

"Not much has changed here. What have you been busy with in the past few weeks since you came back?" Su Ming found a table and sat down. There were many unwritten stories piled on the table. He took out a few bottles of soda and gave them to everyone. Share, and then ask the Sandman who is in a daze again.

"Huh? Oh, I didn't do anything special, just living..."

Daniel, who was distracted, trembled and focused his attention on a few people again. He rubbed his eyes and picked up his bottle of soda:

"Where did we just talk?"