The Death Knell

Almost ten minutes later, Deathstroke and Monaco returned to New York in Earth 40K. The specific location was Tadashi Academy on Long Island. At this time, Xiao Wang was preparing lunch. It seemed that today's lunch was tentacle stew.

"The Kingdom of Dreams, tut, it's such a beautiful place."

Monaco was still sighing at the scene he had seen before, holding in his hand the mask that Deathstroke had borrowed from Sandman.

That mask looks a bit like a gas mask from World War I, but it is a sacred object. As long as it is there, even ordinary people can enter and exit other people's dreams at will, and accomplish many things that cannot be done in reality. matter.

One of the more intuitive functions is that everyone's dreams are layered. With the Sandman's mask, there is no need to prepare a top. It can help people see the reality in the illusion.

Mage Mustache can feel that there is a special power in this mask, which is erratic, but very powerful and secret.

"Okay, let's prepare a plan. First, tell us who kidnapped Deadpool? Is it Freddy who killed people in the dream?"

Deathstroke grabbed the purple clay pot sent by Mordo and took a sip of water. He asked Monaco to quickly familiarize himself with how to use this prop. Deathstroke himself would not get lost in a dream. X metal is the embodiment of imagination to some extent. However, Monaco does not have this ability and can only rely on the help of external objects.

The first-generation Sandman often used the Sandman Mask, but Daniel, the second-generation Sandman, often hung it in the corridors of the castle as a decoration.

Daniel is more Buddhist than the original generation. He doesn't like to sneak into other people's dreams, let alone change anything through dreams.

Even so, he was reluctant to lend the mask out at first because he had no idea what Deathstroke wanted to do. What if it was to destroy the multiverse?

Deathstroke only said that he was overthinking, and then brought up Lucifer to talk to Death. After struggling for a long time, Sandman finally let go, but this borrowing had a time limit.

"Freddie is unlikely."

The Magic Prince expressed helplessness at Deathstroke's joke. He tried to put on the Sandman's mask. There was a strange smell in this old mask, like leather and dust mixed together. It was hard to describe, because even the smell They all seem to be there and not at all, just like after a person wakes up from a dream, the afterglow of the dream is still echoing in the nasal cavity:

"To me, the person who abducted Deadpool should be a conspirator. His personal fighting ability is not very strong, but he has a plan."

"What do you think? Is it aimed at me? Or is it aimed at Wade?" Su Ming grabbed the teapot and took another sip, watching the snowflakes falling on the branches of wintersweet trees in the courtyard: "Because no matter how you think about it, Wade seems to be covered in It’s of little value.”

"I think there must be something fishy about this matter, Slade. Although Wade is despicable and nasty, always talking all kinds of nonsense, and seems to be useless, but how do you guess he entered the dream dimension?" The Magic Prince wore a Mask, his voice sounded like it was coming from under a manhole cover.

"The gem of plot continuity." Su Ming had thought of it a long time ago. Since Monaco also thought of this, let's just say it directly: "There is a fool who wants to change our story, and he really found a possibility. "

"That's the problem. I think the guy hiding in the dark may have been observing us for a long time and finally found the weakest link to attack, which is Wade."

Monaco took out two rabbits and strangled them to death. He sobbed and began to cast spells. He was shaking violently, but his voice was firm:

"So we have to speed up the progress. Even if Wade likes to hide things in his underwear, I don't know how long he can hide them."

The casual suit on Deathstroke squirmed into black and yellow armor. He tried to make the lightsaber pop up and retract from his palm, getting ready before departure:

"You're right, old man, but have I told you one thing? That is, the Sandman mask does not need to be fastened to your face. It will be effective as long as you carry it with you. You really don't need to breathe in the stench."

Why are nightmares so scary?

Why do nightmares make people feel stomach twitching and break into cold sweats?

Why do nightmares linger after people wake up?

The answer is also very simple, because what can be called nightmares are often lonely dreams. In the dream, you are alone, with no one else to rely on and no one to talk to.

Dreams can distort human beings' perception of time. Maybe in just a few hours in the outside world, someone has spent another complete period of their life in a dream. If this period of life is full of tragedy, then this dream will also distort the sadness in it. It stretches to that extent corresponding to fear.

No matter what we encounter, no matter what we face, human beings are social creatures. When facing something alone, they will always feel fear involuntarily.

"Ah, what is this narration talking about? It's a bunch of nonsense, because I'm not afraid of Uncle Deadpool now, and I even want to laugh a little bit."

Walking in a dark corridor, Deadpool slapped his head and muttered to himself as he moved forward. There were oil paintings hanging on both sides of the corridor, and in the oil paintings were the faces of the dead who died in miserable or hideous looks.

"Viewers in the live broadcast room, I miss you so much! But the signal seems to be not very good now. You may be able to see me, but I can't see your comments. This makes me feel a little lonely. Maybe it's Because I didn’t bring toilet paper with me when I went out, it would be bad if no one handed me the paper if I wanted to poop.”

"But maybe I can use these oil paintings to wipe my butt." Deadpool looked at the strange paintings on the wall, holding his chin and thinking with a crooked mouth, and casually hit his palm: "I already understand my situation, I probably I was kidnapped by a crazy artist. He threw me into a maze while I was sleeping and I was not allowed to get out until I saw enough of his paintings."

"That must be the case. He is such a hateful guy, but I have to admit that he is quite discerning. But why did he take off my belt? He is lustful."

Deadpool dug into his trouser pocket and took out a small hat often worn by French artists, followed by toy eyes with a fake beard. After equipping these things, he pretended to appreciate the oil painting.

The painting he was looking at was very strange. At first it looked like a man who died tragically, but when his eyes fell on it, the picture began to distort and deform, and began to show another picture hidden under the water.

In this painting, it is obviously depicting a fierce battle. The most conspicuous place is that familiar people such as Deathstroke, Captain America, and Spider-Man are dead on the ground, while Deadpool is holding a pair of knives and sitting on everyone's corpses. On the piled throne.

"Tsk, the colors are very bright, with realistic use and brushstrokes. The thickness of the oil paint is just right, and the layout of the picture is also very reasonable. It completely highlights my identity as the protagonist."

"However, strictly speaking, this should be a surrealist work. After all, my cousin will not die even if I die. The person who painted this is probably a madman."

"I can't let my cousin see this. I'll put this painting away first. Hehe, I'll use it to wipe my own ass after I get married. I won't give others a chance to appreciate it. By then, my A-eye, B-eye, and C-eye will be considered You have developed an appreciation for art, right, Xiao Zuo Xiaoyou?”

As he spoke, he pulled out the two knives on his back with both hands, cut the oil painting on the wall out of the frame, rolled it into a roll, and stuffed it into his trouser pocket.

He never thought that a few seconds ago, he seemed to have nothing on his back, let alone the double-blade weapon at hand.