The Death Knell

Wearing a classic white dress, Deadpool walked dozens of meters in a catwalk. Since he forgot to bring high heels, he deliberately increased the twist of his waist in order to achieve a more perfect photography effect.

But the result is that he looks like he is dancing Yangko, except for the festive and lively BGM.

"Wait, I seem to suddenly remember something."

Wade stopped where he was. He looked at the gorgeous chandelier on the ceiling of the gallery, touched his chin and recalled:

"I remembered why I was here! It was because I received a business, and someone sent me a text message saying that he was living in a nightmare and needed help. So after I woke up, I thought I should clear up the tasks before the wedding, so Just got here.”

"As for why you forgot such crucial information before? Do you really want to talk about memory loss to a poor brain cancer patient like me? I'm lucky to be able to remember it now, because I still can't remember what I ate last night Something."

"Well, in that case, I should go find the client first instead of looking at the paintings here. Although these paintings are all related to me and seem a bit strange, I am the protagonist, so this is normal."

The mercenary was always full of action when he thought of it. He took off the dress covering his uniform, then dug into his pocket and took out a whiteboard pen.

Next to him, there was an oil painting showing the scene of Cable and the teenage Negative Sonic Warhead kneeling in front of him, smiling charmingly and shining his shoes. Deadpool shook his head:

"If this is a dream, then it must not be my dream. They and I are friends. This is not a normal and healthy friendship. And we are not NBA players. There are unspoken rules in the workplace where newcomers shine shoes for the elderly. I hate unspoken rules. So when I was in second grade, my teacher said I had antisocial tendencies."

"Look at the surrounding environment. It's too dark. This employer may be from DC like my cousin..."

While looking around for the client, Deadpool kept talking to himself. When he was talking about this, he suddenly found that he couldn't remember the definition of 'society'.

Thinking of the urgency, he raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes and wrote a famous sentence on the wall with a pen - 'I come, I see, I pee all over the floor'.

Because of bladder cancer, he occasionally leaks a few drops when he is anxious, but exaggeration is also a common expression technique in literary works.

"Huh? What is this? A book?"

Just when he was feeling how appropriate his improved Julius Caesar's quote was, he suddenly found a book on the red carpet not far in front of him.

The book looked a bit old, and it was wrapped in a patterned cover. It looked like it had been dropped by a little girl.

Wade is always willing to help little girls. The younger and more beautiful they are, the greater the help will be.

"It's a very cute diary. I think its owner would be very worried if he lost it, right? He even packed it, so it seems he takes good care of it."

Although he couldn't interact with the veterans in the live broadcast room, Deadpool was very dedicated. He turned to look at the empty space and explained:

"Next I will pick up this book and look for its owner. According to my mercenary intuition, it should have been dropped by my client, and she is probably a cute little beauty."

But just as a '√' smile formed on the corner of his mouth behind the mask, and as soon as his fingers touched the flower-covered book, the book opened with a swish, and a powerful suction force erupted at the same time.

It was like a toilet, and Wade in the suction whirlwind was like excrement. He had almost no resistance and was sucked away so smoothly. A few seconds later, there was a popping sound between the pages, as if Deadpool was falling out. Into the water.

Then the book slowly closed, then flashed a few times in the Bryn Bling Land, and disappeared without a trace with a 'pop' sound.

.............................

"It's too late. He just left not long ago."

Just a few seconds after Wade disappeared into the book-shaped toilet, Deathstroke dragged Monaco to the same place. Strangler smelled the 'secret fragrance' remaining in the air, Su Ming said to the mage behind him.

"It's just as you expected. No matter what Wade's dream is, the periphery of his subconscious is a maze."

Monaco wiped the tears from his face. Because he was flying so fast, he felt like he had gotten off an open-top plane, and his nose was dripping with mucus.

"Everyone's subconscious is the same, but this is more like Wade's dream after being manipulated by someone. We have to look at it again. I can't be sure now."

Su Ming examined the traces left by Deadpool, including the message on the wall, and then looked at the surrounding oil paintings, which were scenes depicting Wade's various feats.

My cousin is quite good at dreaming. There is everything in this dream.

One of the paintings was missing, leaving only the frame. It seemed that he didn't like it very much. The message left next to the oil painting of Cable and Bullet Shoe Shine showed that Wade subconsciously felt that this was very satisfying.

But the problem is that the smell suddenly disappears here, right at the point where Su Ming is standing.

If Wade suddenly stopped smelling, no one would believe it.

"I don't know what it will be, but I know that this mask should be used in this situation." Monaco looked at the oil paintings around him. The atmosphere here was gloomy, and it seemed that everyone in the painting had their eyes moving. Shi was staring at the two of them, and he didn't like this feeling very much.

"Yes, the Sandman Mask can be used in the dream dimension of the same level, so now you only need to think about entering the next level, and it can open the passage." Deathstroke asked the mage to start working. Using mental power to drive magic props is the basic skill.

So the magic prince closed his eyes, holding the mask in his hand like a voodoo monkey head and danced. He was still used to this ritual method.

Sure enough, just a few seconds later, the notebook with the colorful cover appeared in front of the two of them, lying quietly on the floor.

However, unlike Wade who directly reached out to grab it, Su Ming observed it first and found that its cover was not a simple flower pattern, but a pattern made up of countless mosaic-like small pieces of color.

These small patches of color seem to have been torn from different illustrated children's storybooks.

"Get ready to fight, Monaco. These are most likely Wade's reading notes when he was a child. He may have forgotten it due to amnesia, but he obviously mixed up many stories together, so the dreamland on the next level should be a super hodgepodge."

"Is it more of a hodgepodge than a plush toy plus Silent Hill?" The mage smiled and nodded to indicate that he had no problem: "I just hope it's not too disgusting."

So the two of them looked at each other and put their palms on the book at the same time.

Then the sky and the earth spun, and a whirlwind spewed out from the opened pages. The two of them did not resist, so in the next second, they both fell into the cold water with two pops.

Please remember the first domain name of this book: . _wap.