The Death Knell

No one can tell how many functions the Sand of Time has. As a magical tool in the hands of Sandman, it itself is as elusive as a dream.

This strange teleportation using Lucifer's power feels like falling into a dream.

Everyone was surrounded by endless colorful bubbles of all kinds, some flat and some round, just like those blown by a child who was short of breath when giggling.

In these bubbles, dream worlds unfold, such as a run-down nobleman who is about to starve to death dreaming that he is attending a high-class banquet, or a stray dog ​​dreaming that he and his long-dead owner meet again.

There are comedies and tragedies, but they are undoubtedly unrealistic dreams, and this is the essence of "uncomposed poetry". For various reasons, stories have not been written down.

Counting the unexpected reinforcement Albert, a group of five people were falling in a spacious but twisted pipe. The speed was not so fast that the witch still had time to cross her legs and light her cigarette again.

"Ugh~" She blew out a puff of smoke coolly, closed the cap of her lighter, and raised her chin towards the death knell: "Originally, these dreams did not exist. We saw them, so they were recorded and confirmed. This This situation reminds me of a scientific explanation, what is it called?"

"Schrödinger's cat, this is the category of quantum mechanics. You won't understand it even if I explain it. Just look at it according to the past point of view in the magic world."

Bobo, who rushed to answer, grabbed Deathstroke's cloak and never let go. After all, he still likes to have something to rely on during the free fall. The monkey whispered:

"But having said that, you witch seems to have lost some weight. What about the money that Deathstroke gave you last time? Didn't it allow you to improve your living environment?"

After hearing what the orangutan said, the fallen witch sniffed and replied without any embarrassment:

"Don't mention it, I was deceived, Farke!"

"Oh? There is actually someone who can deceive a clever guy like you. Tell us about your bad luck and let us all be happy." Bobo started his daily bickering with the witch. After all, he and Alberta had always known each other. All like this.

She is not as mean as Zha Kang, but she is not a bad person either.

Perhaps in the eyes of some people, she is even more wicked than Constantine, because she is also a lawyer who specializes in divorce cases. In addition to exorcism, her professional scope is to break up other people's families.

If the mercenary is like a hyena, then she is a vulture. The former will cause some misfortune every time she goes out, while the latter will profit from the unfortunate established situation.

Unless someone likes to be haunted by demons or ghosts, or is haunted by an ex who is similar to a demon or ghost, and feels that this is not unfortunate, but rather happy, the situation of such mental patients is another matter.

Anyway, they are both animals on the African savanna. As an orangutan, Bobo also likes these two animals living in the same world.

After all, he is a bar owner who likes to chat, so he naturally sides with the mercenaries and unscrupulous lawyers.

"Fa X oil."

Albella was already used to the orangutan's bad mouth. She calmly raised her middle finger and burped forcefully on purpose.

She puffed out her little face and blew out a breath of warm, sour smell from inside her body, which made the orangutan grin and retching. Only then did she smile with satisfaction and talk about what happened after the last separation.

In the previous operation, everyone finally found the Sandman in Lucifer's world. Her commission was also completed, so Su Ming gave her a sum of money, which was enough to allow her to live a comfortable life.

But people are different.

What ordinary people think of a happy life is probably having a car, a house, good health, having parents, finding love, etc.

They are all realistic ideas for life, which are more in line with mainstream social views.

For example, Black Alice, who also received payment from Deathstroke, used the money to supplement nutrition for her cancer-stricken father, buy some property, and improve her life.

But the happiness that Alberta thinks is to hold a pack of cigarettes in her mouth and light them at the same time, then soak herself in a bathtub filled with spirits, puffing on the cigarette and drinking the liquor, that's how she plays.

What she wants is to live a drunken life. After drinking too much, she will lie down on the sofa and fall asleep. When she wakes up, she will continue to get drunk after eating. This is the life she longs for most.

"It sounds like this lifestyle is not very healthy. Here, give me a carrot to supplement your vitamins." Captain Rabbit also came over to listen to the story. At this time, he was carrying Jesse on his back. When he heard about Alberta's daily life, He kindly handed over his favorite food.

"Thank you, Captain Carrot from Earth 26." Although Albella has two dark circles under her eyes, she still smiles beautifully because of her good foundation: "I will accept this carrot tonight. Use it as a side dish."

"Do you still want to drink?" Rabbit was a little speechless. There were no drunkards of this level on his earth.

"What else can I do if I don't drink? Watch soap operas on the TV like a housewife? Haha." The witch took a puff of cigarette, puffed out smoke from her nostrils and scorned normal family life: "I am a sorcerer, I like Smokers and alcoholics are already considered the most normal people in a large group. If you don’t believe me, just ask Bobo.”

The rabbit's big eyes looked at the orangutan, and the bar owner skillfully shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, indicating that the witch was right.

Magic is a dark art that comes from the power of turning people upside down. That dark nature causes basically every sorcerer to have his or her own quirks.

Compared to those lunatics who eat people and shit, Albella's hobbies can be said to be a breath of fresh air, second only to Raven's autism and Zatanna's desire for expression in terms of safety.

"Anyway, after I took the money, I thought about it, half of it was used to buy cigarettes, and half of it was used to buy alcohol." The witch continued the previous topic, and she sighed: "But at that time I saw a person on the Internet Advertising, special discounts on Scotch whiskey, you will not guess how cheap it is, the price of drinking one bottle of wine in the Forgotten Bar can buy ten bottles online.”

She didn't have any requirements for the wine, just strong enough and large in quantity. She placed the order and paid immediately, the Stud type.

"I understand, you bought fake wine." Hearing this, Bobo understood instantly, with a gloating expression on his face: "It's cheap but not good. I asked you why I haven't seen you recently. It turns out you are drinking fake wine." Entered the hospital, haha! I'm just curious, how dare you buy alcohol on the Internet? It's all virtual, you can't control it at all."

Albella was guessed by the orangutan detective as to the whole story, but she still spoke harshly and vomited a sour breath towards Bobo like a revenge:

"I learned all my magic from the video tapes I bought on TV shopping. Who said you can't buy good wine online? I was just deceived this time. I will buy from another store next time! Don't even think about making money from me. , forgetting that the wine in the bar is too expensive.”

"Bah! I'll add you to the 'unwelcome list' that says Constantine and the Japanese later." Bobo covered his nose and quickly changed positions, jumping from Deathstroke's shoulder to the other side.

"I have already thrown the person who sold me fake wine into hell. If you dare to write my and Constantine's names together, I will throw you into the lava too." The witch started to take action, using her sharp nails to He pinched Bobo's waist and abdomen, causing him to scream repeatedly.

The humans and the orangutans started fighting, and Jesse, who had been listening to everyone's nonsense, seemed to have a question mark on her head. She interrupted:

"Why don't Japanese people be welcome in your bar?"

Bobo twisted his mouth, avoided the clutches of the witch, and replied matter-of-factly:

"They have too many things to do. They drink cheap sake and eat dried fish and fish fillets as snacks. This is a serious bar, not a cat cafe. Where can I get the fish?"

"It's actually like this." Jesse seemed to have been shocked by his world view. Are all bars in the magical world so casual?

Deathstroke, who had been smiling all the time, spoke at this time. He raised his mask and reminded everyone:

"Okay, the small talk to promote friendship is over. I have a feeling that we are close to our destination. Get ready for battle. First, we must capture Barry."