The Death Knell

"Why don't you use your android this time? I've noticed those strange creatures, and you seem to like using them."

Ao Shutu, who fluttered the feathers on his shoulders, looked at the screen.

Looking at the human street that the Tesseract had twisted into a part of the maze, and the confused Sithorn holding the fish head, he asked his spokesperson with a smile.

"It's not safe enough. Although Sithorn now has problems with his identity and even thinks he is a ghost, he is still an ancient god of your generation."

Su Ming, who was smiling, took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and threw another cigarette to his eager cousin:

"No matter how good the bionics are, they are fake after all. There is no problem in hiding them from human beings and their existing technological detection, but if they are to be used to deceive Sithorne, they still have to be replaced by real creatures. Use the Cosmic Cube to shape one or two It's okay to create a living creature, but if you want to imitate a town with a population of tens of thousands, it's more energy-saving to directly use ready-made actors."

Everyone has different eyesight. Something like an android cannot fool Ao Shutu. As a goddess who has witnessed the birth of almost all life forms on earth, fakes can still be recognized...

The same goes for Sithorne, even though he now thinks he's a ghost.

"For all the pain of persistent love, for all the wounds of persistent hatred." Angboda seemed to not care about anything else at all. She was still humming the song repeatedly, waiting with interest for the plot to continue to develop.

It's also because she has never seen various bitter dramas on the earth before. You must know that this kind of drama where you love me and I love her often ends with "going to sea".

Sometimes there's a good ship, sometimes there isn't, and it's impossible not to die anyway.

"Although these creatures called strong orcs have souls, they give me the feeling that their personalities are very small and they also have a lot of dark attributes." Ao Shutu looked back at the monitoring screen and looked at the citizens who had been arranged When it comes to the powerful beasts in the scene, her big eyes turned back to a half-asleep and hazy look: "Use them carefully and don't treat them as humans."

After hearing this, Su Ming answered the goddess with a smile, and took out soda for the two goddesses to taste:

"Actually, my criteria for judging are very strict. You must look like a human being, have your own soul, do things for people, and you must not only speak English. Only if you meet three of these four items will you be considered a human being by me."

"Well, it's orange flavored." I don't know if Ao Shutu heard it, but she changed the topic anyway.

This is not bad, at least she has given a hint that she does not mind Deathstroke introducing creatures from other universes into the multiverse.

After walking through the bustling farmer's market and buying a small bag of bread and tomatoes for breakfast, the ghost ran and boarded the subway that was about to leave the station.

The carriage was crowded with people. The smell of these strong men wearing animal skins and tattered armor was not good, but there was no other way. People who had no money to buy a car could only share the limited space with others.

His nostrils would get clogged from time to time. Ghost, who was used to this situation, found a seat. He dragged his green robe and sat down. He held his bag in his arms, opened the bread bag, and looked out the window. While it was snowing heavily, I started eating.

It was tasteless, and there was even a feeling in his body telling him that it was okay not to eat, but the ghost felt that he was not crazy yet. How could a person live without eating?

He was not the only one in the carriage who took time to eat, but the other passengers were eating mushrooms and mysterious dried meat they had brought with them, and almost no one was talking to each other.

Today's society is so indifferent.

The ghost sighed, rubbed his nose again, took out the bread and ate it. After thinking about it, he put the fish head presented by the fish seller in the market into a plastic bag and prepared to take it home when he got off work.

In fact, he didn't believe the magic fish head at all. He originally wanted to throw it away, but after seeing such an indifferent society, he felt the human touch from the fish head, so he changed his mind and planned to keep it.

Anyway, it won't be a problem if I put it in my bag and go to work.

The carriage made regular sounds on the track, clanging like a lullaby, but the ghost couldn't sleep. He was still thinking about his ex-girlfriend and roommate.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable I became, but music was still playing in the carriage at this time:

"For all the pain of persistent love, for all the injuries of persistent hatred, I can no longer distinguish between love and hate. Is this the case?"

Ghost felt heartbroken when he heard this song. For some reason, he felt that he had heard it countless times in his dreams, and every time he woke up, he felt extremely painful.

My nose was blocked again, it was so hard.

But despite this, he still has to go to work on this miserable morning because he is a loser and has no room to rebel against society.

In this way, the worried ghost was chewing the tasteless bread and thinking about his thoughts. Unknowingly, the arrival notice that he should get off was broadcast in the carriage.

Putting the fish head and the remaining bread into his backpack, the ghost sighed, lowered his head and walked out of the carriage, walking into the subway station made of ice and snow.

Looking at the bustling crowd, he felt extremely small, like an insignificant dust in the air.

But, life goes on.

Dragging his body, which was already feeling tired before going to work, he left the subway station and walked to the company where he worked, which was a factory that manufactured vending machines.

He participated in the most critical link in the manufacturing process, maintaining the stability of the physical structure of the vending machine through multi-point material links.

Commonly known as, screwing.

He didn't know the significance of such work. It was endless repetition every day, but when the assembly line started turning and the screw gun was in his hand, he seemed to join the production process uncontrollably.

Colleagues were silent. They were like screws in the whole society, carrying out their own division of labor, and he could only do this.

Today he was a little late, probably because he was distracted in the morning, so when he came to the assembly line in his robe and sat down, the bald foreman who always had strict requirements on time and was unsmiling was already waiting for him.

"Wait a minute, why did Agamotto become the foreman?" O Shutu interrupted Deathstroke's narrative and raised an objection: "When did you also modify his memory?"

The death knell who was asked the question pinched his cigarette, put away the cigarette butt, smiled slightly and replied:

"No, Agamotto participated voluntarily. He was trapped in the maze before and couldn't find you, so I 'borrowed' your voice to make arrangements for him. This should be okay, right? He seems to like acting. .”