The Death Knell

The small door at the bottom of the pond inevitably gave Su Ming a sense of déjà vu. If he thought about it for a moment, it would feel like the white porcelain basin on the sink. If you pull the plug, the water will flow into the sewer.

Therefore, Superman freezing the lake water also has this advantage. There is no need to move in the sewage for the time being, and he can rummage through the items left by Brutus.

The so-called personal safe house is actually more like a vegetable cellar. There is no decoration inside, but a lot of soybeans are stored.

Bag after bag, even some of the ones underneath have sprouts, with fluorescent green leaves sprouting out.

Seeing this scene, Su Ming seemed to have seen the hard life of Brutus. He usually scrimped on food and clothing, saved a few radioactive beans and was reluctant to eat them, so he secretly hid them in this place where no one else knew.

Whenever night falls and no one is paying attention, he teleports himself into the safe house, counts beans one by one under the weak oil lamp, laments the injustice of fate and the difficulty of life, and dials his own calculations.

No matter what, Su Ming didn't come here for this. Considering that the space was not very big, he could say that he found what he was looking for in an instant.

Jumping down from the vertical wellhead, you can't walk more than three or five steps before you reach a simple stone table. On the table is a large transparent glass jar, which looks a bit like a household product used for pickles.

However, the thing in the jar is not suitable for home travel. It is a brain-like monster. The body looks like a human brain, but it also has many tentacles, and the pink and white body surface will ooze from time to time. Some black liquid is released, and then its tentacles absorb the liquid and return it to the body.

It kept rolling and climbing in the jar, and occasionally flipped inside and out, making a harsh squeaking sound, as if it was scratching glass with a sharp instrument.

But those sticky tentacles didn't make snapping sounds, they were very regular, as if they were sending some secret message.

When Su Ming saw it, it obviously noticed the strange human being. A blood-red eye suddenly opened on the human-brain-like body and locked onto him instantly. The black pupils were full of scrutiny and suspicion. color.

"Is this the liaison device that Zubado gave to Brutus?" Faced with such a twisted creature, Deathstroke walked to the jar and stared at it as usual: "How can I say the first impression? It's quite disgusting. .”

"Hey."

The strangled black bean sprouts also emerged and nodded. It had already known from the host's mind that the tentacle world had unspoken rules.

As a tentacle monster, it should be either black or red. If that doesn't work, you have to choose a darker color, so that it can be dark and bloody and better set off the atmosphere.

But what about this guy? It has white tentacles, a white body, and a human-like mouth, nose, ears, and eyes. It is also constantly circulating internal and external body fluids. It's really disgusting!

However, the host's guess should be correct. Hangzhou felt that this strange creature was emitting a special biological brain wave. This was the communication tool he was looking for.

"The adjutant's research on a creature like this should be a detour." Fate pulled a chair aside and sat down. He picked up the jar and looked left and right: "Why don't you just eat it and copy its abilities? "

"嘤嘤嘤?"

Bean Sprout tilted his head. Although it likes to eat brains, this thing is constantly flowing black water with radiation, which doesn't look very appetizing.

One corner of the cloak was also turned up at this time, and it wrote on the dusty table: 'Reaction of void energy'.

But when it said this, Su Ming didn't know whether it meant that the strangled man couldn't eat it, or that it wanted to eat the cloak himself.

As their owner, you have to be fair and just in many cases. This kind of problem can't trouble the Supreme Mage. He took off his mask and took out a cigarette, took a deep breath and blew out the smoke ring, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Why don't you eat dry food by hanging, and you can drink soup by the cloak?"

The symbiote and the magic floating cloak suddenly showed signs of weakness. Obviously, they did not want to enjoy this thing that looked very evil and was related to the Hand of the Void.

"Hey."

"Strangled" means that even if it starves to death, where will it jump from?

Its thought transmission was interrupted because it found that this seemed to be a flag.

"Don't panic, there is an old saying in China: 'Ugly things taste delicious' by Lu Xun."

The original appearance of an ingredient does not determine its taste. The key processing will make many humble ingredients shine miracles. After all, as a Chinese, this is the confidence given to him by the history of civilization.

As long as the technique is right and the seasoning and heat are in place, some people may find the braised insoles made by the super chef delicious, right?

Su Ming doesn't know how to cook. It can be said that apart from outdoor barbecue, he can at most make cold dishes. But it doesn't matter. If you don't know how to cook, just put it in the red oil soup prepared in advance and cook it. .

Naohua shabu-shabu is usually eaten in hot pot. He is not good at cooking, but his knife skills are fine.

"I brought a hot pot with red soup, but I just didn't want to give it to Luther."

Su Ming said to his little pets, took out another package of convenience hot pot from his pocket, skillfully opened the package, and put the base ingredient red oil packets, lime powder, bagged water, ingredients vegetables, etc. Ready.

Then he opened the jar on the table and reached out to grab the brain-like creature.

The moment his hand came into contact with the monster, his eyes seemed to have passed through the vast void, and in the endless darkness, he saw a huge black shadow sitting on a dark throne.

It's a bit strange to say that it is a black shadow in the dark void. You can't see its outline, but you know it is there.

The black image glanced in the direction of Su Ming, and then the hallucinatory vision faded away. Even the brain monster in the jar stopped struggling, as if it had accepted its fate of being in the pot.

Su Ming pondered for a moment, but the movements of his hands did not change. He took out the brain-like monster and held it in his palm with one hand. He took out the lightsaber with the other hand and cut it into slices. He also added modifications to each piece of brain. A cross flower knife.

Put the cut brains into a small box, pour in the base, add side dishes such as winter bamboo shoots and fish tofu, and then add water to the lime below.

Cover the lid and press it with the glass jar on the side, and listen to the squeaking scream of the sliced ​​monster, accompanied by the gurgling sound of the lime reaction, like a symphony.

When the smell of red oil gradually spread, Su Ming directly heated the remaining black water in the big jar with cosmic energy to collect the juice. When he was about to start the pot, he poured it on the vegetables and used it as cooking oil. .

Needless to say, although this monster looks very strange and has extremely strong vitality, it actually has no peculiar smell. As the cooking process proceeds at a high speed, it even emits some unfamiliar meat aroma.

With the help of cosmic energy to heat up, the hot pot was a great success after two or three minutes. As the seal was lifted, a burst of hot air rose into the sky, and an unprecedented aroma filled the small underground vegetable cellar.

Su Ming grabbed a handful of bean sprouts from the soybeans on one side and sprinkled them into the box for decoration. Then he poured the black water on top to make a classic topping.

Immediately, a mysterious stew emitting black light and purple mist appeared.

It looks similar to what Xiao Wang usually cooks, especially the fact that the monster's eyes are always wide open and looking at the ceiling.

"Eat." Su Ming touched the bean sprouts and cloak on the table and pushed the food towards them on the table: "It took a little time, eat quickly, the bait over there may be about to catch fish."

"Hey."

In fact, the strangulation started without the host's prompting. Its black tentacles picked up a piece of brain and stuffed it into its mouth, its small file-like teeth making a crunching sound.

It tastes great when it eats without forgetting to express its opinions.