The Death Knell

When we found the Monaco duo again, they were squatting on the roof of a burrito shop in a dream somewhere, smoking. Since Deadpool had lung cancer, he didn't usually smoke much. It seemed like There's a lot of pressure today.

"Is it done?" When the cousin saw Deathstroke coming back, he rubbed his hands and stood up, acting normal.

"Well, let's summon the demon god Hogs to eat the cow. After the Year of the Ox, it will be the Year of the Tiger, so from this point of view, the big tiger can also restrain the clown cow..."

Su Ming patted Deadpool's head, but he got a hand of slime on his hood, which made him a little speechless:

"Just stop thinking about it. I already know who is behind it. Let's dig him out from the deepest part of the dream."

Monaco on the side touched his mustache. It seemed that he had secretly waxed. He held a cigarette in a very gentlemanly manner and nodded in response to the death knell:

"I have roughly guessed that there are countless dimensional demons who can use dreams, including the twenty-eight stars of Manipur in the outermost dimension. Each of them represents various concepts in the night and can make people fall into dreams, but those who play nightmares... ....”

Deathstroke picked up what he said and signaled Monaco to use a new magic to cleanse Deadpool, while he rubbed his hands on the ground and said:

"Most of the beings that cause nightmares are ancients, but this dream is too normal for ancients. There will be no burrito shop in Cthulhu's dream. So far, I have not seen any deformed sarcomas. Or a fish-headed monster..."

"It's appeared! Brother, the monster you mentioned has appeared!"

Before he finished speaking, Deadpool exclaimed. Not far from the feet of the three of them, a fish-headed man with a body covered with pustules and polyps and a round body that looked like sarcoma was about to enter the store to buy Mexican tortillas.

Hearing this sound, the monster suspected to be a deformed deep diver raised its head and glanced at them with a hollow look like a dead fish.

Deathstroke was silent for a while, and then his big hand slipped several times. It wasn't until his cousin couldn't get up anymore and his intestines and stomach flowed all over the floor that he put away the owl dagger and said angrily:

"Didn't I tell you not to think too much? Why did you create a monster for me again? Are you trying to drive me crazy? Huh?"

"Hey, I didn't mean it." Deadpool squirmed and hummed, raised a trembling hand, and struggled to write a tragic word with his own blood on the back of his cousin's calf: "I really can't control it. Guard your brain, because I am sick. If this reason is not enough, I can also dye myself black, then follow the green religion, and then post a bunch of posts supporting LBGT on the Internet. In this way, it will be a just act for you to forgive me. "

Su Ming didn't bother to pay attention to him, because this guy was getting more and more energetic, so it would be better to end the matter as soon as possible and throw the person back into the sewer.

"Hello gentlemen on the roof, do you have anything to do with me?" However, the fish-headed man standing on the ground spoke, and he pointed at the store door with his webbed fingers: "If nothing happens, I will still buy some." His burritos and their secret tomato sauce.”

Deathstroke pulled up Deadpool on the ground, helped him pull out his belly, and barely put it together. He lowered his head and asked the fishman:

"Don't you want to attack us?"

The deformed deep diver covered in sarcoma shook his head. There was some doubt in his dead fish-like eyes, and he replied:

"Why should I attack you? We have never met each other, and besides, we are in a society governed by law... By the way, are you trapped on the roof? Do you need me to call 911 for you and call a fire truck for rescue?"

"...No, thank you, and I wish you a pleasant meal." Deathstroke retracted the lightsaber hidden behind him in his palm. One more monster in the dream is not a big deal, so let the fishman continue to live. Bar.

The fishman's big mouth, which seemed to be as wide as his neck, curved up and nodded toward the roof: "Then I wish you good luck. Goodbye."

After saying that, he opened the store door and went in. The small bell on the door also made a crisp sound. You could hear the electrician inside saying welcome in English with an Indian accent. What followed was a meaningless order. process.

Mexican tacos are similar to Chinese burritos, and you can choose whatever vegetables are inside.

"Monaco, use the mask to open the passage to the deepest part of the dream. Let's speed up the process and find the bad guy directly." Nights are long and the dreams are long. Actions with Deadpool are often challenging the bottom line of one's own psychological endurance. It is better to end it as soon as possible. .

Monaco was also a little speechless about the pacifist Deep Diver, but since Deathstroke felt that was not a problem, he immediately took out two rabbits and strangled them to death, dancing and casting spells at the same time.

Crying and singing at the same time, he seemed to be the most mentally disturbed one.

Streams of colorful fine sand flowed out from the filter of Sandman's gas mask. They rotated around several people like ribbons, and gradually sank into the roof with several people, as if they were integrated into the reinforced concrete.

There are also explanations for these sands. Some people think that they are the "Sands of Time", which have the power to control all time in dreams; but some people think that they are debris from stars, a medium used to induce people to dream; others think that they are the "Sands of Time". The Sandman spits in the mask, and these fine powders are what the phlegm looks like after it has been dried.

The last statement was said by Lucifer, but he is a devil who smiles all day long. It is really hard to tell whether he is telling a joke or telling the truth.

In short, there are many similar theories, but no one knows what it is specifically, because the original Sandman died long ago, and this secret was brought into the eternal nothingness by him.

As long as the things are usable.

The three people floated up. These luminous colorful powders grabbed pink clouds from the darkness, weaved a rainbow around them, and turned into illusory doves and bluebirds, leading everyone slowly towards the deepest part of the dream. Land slowly.

In fact, this slow descent is just a person's subjective feeling. Strictly speaking, the concepts of space and time in dreams are just human beings' own understanding.

The process of falling was very pleasant, but the happy time was always short. Just like a trance, or a distraction, the three of them arrived outside a gorgeous palace and landed on the thick lawn.

It was night here, and every window in the palace was illuminated with bright lights. The sound of music and the smell of fine wine came from the palace, but the overall atmosphere nearby was indescribably weird.

Monaco straightened up, shook off the dew on his boots, briefly looked at the palace in front of him, and nodded to the death knell:

"We are at the bottom, or at the bottom that I can foresee. Anyway, it is definitely not in Deadpool's dream, because he definitely doesn't recognize this palace and can't imagine it."

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