The Death Knell

"Meow, why orange?"

A huge cat was lying on the ground, licking its paws and raising its head to ask the pale man next to it.

In front of them was a tattered wooden board with a message written on it by Deathstroke, saying that he had gone to buy oranges and would be back soon, so that the Sandman should not run around.

It's been a long time since Deathstroke left here. Although the one-eyed man still left a receptionist and provided food and drinks to one person and one cat, it was obvious that the big cat couldn't wait any longer.

"That's a story, a story that doesn't exist in our universe."

The Sandman who answered it was still half asleep, with stars spinning like white confetti in his pupils, and he was holding a bowl of ice cream in his hand, occasionally scooping a piece of it into his mouth with a plastic spoon.

Daniel was once a human being, a very ordinary Gotham resident. If he hadn't inexplicably taken over the throne of the Kingdom of Dreams, he would have only just graduated from college.

"Meow, it's so boring. Do we have to wait for him? Why don't we just go for a walk first?"

The cat's paws touched the top of his head, and he pulled his ears boredly. This cat was not fat, but its eyes were just two slits, as if they had never been opened. The soft fur was light blue mixed with white. There is a smoke-like pattern on the body.

The pale man sipped the cream from his mouth and slowly closed his eyes:

"No, this incident is a whirlpool. It happened once in the past. I allowed it to remain, and it resulted in tragic results. I thought I had made up for everything. I thought the matter had been settled. I thought people Everyone has forgotten it”

"The result is that you can't forget it." The cat started to wash his face. There was nothing he could do: "I am a dream and you are a dream. There is no doubt about it, but the shaper of nightmares and chaos you are talking about is the previous Sandman. He It’s enough to die because of this.”

One person and one cat stood in the middle of the deserted street, surrounded by a dozen scantily clad female androids. Some of them were holding wine bottles, some were holding fans, and of course, there were also pushing ice cream carts wearing white chef uniforms. hat.

The wind blew through this empty city, and a faint smell of dust emerged, as if it had time to rot in a distant dark place.

"He is the Sandman, and I am the Sandman. We are all dreams. He is me and you. Why do we need to distinguish it so clearly?" The Sandman opened his eyes, but not completely. He just narrowed his eyes and stretched out his hand. The empty bowl in the bowl was filled by the android.

He doesn't know if he can come back alive, so now he has to reminisce about the things he loved most when he was a human.

The good news is that after he stops being a human being, he won't have diarrhea anymore and he can eat as much ice cream as he wants.

"No, meow. He is the dream of God, I am the dream of a cat, and you are the dream of a human being. There are so many differences between us."

The big cat raised its tail. It was bigger than a lion. The furry tail swayed back and forth like a small tree, as if a person was shaking his finger from side to side, giving a negative opinion.

"Haha." Sandman rubbed the big cat's head and listened to the latter purring comfortably. He raised his head and looked at the sky: "It would be great if someone could understand what you said. Unfortunately, Darkseid and Even the hand of nothingness will certainly not be able to understand it.”

"Meow, these sad guys, they have no dreams." The big cat sighed, and continued to lower its head and lick its paws: "Just like now, I am walking alone and you are walking alone, but some people will regard us as partners. However, it is impossible to understand that we only see the nature of dreams from a different perspective."

"Then why are you talking to me?" Sandman took a new portion of ice cream, and the android also told him that Deathstroke was coming back.

"Humph, just think that I like to talk to myself, meow!" The big cat tilted its head proudly, and its tail lit up like a candlestick.

It knew that Daniel could understand the meaning behind his words, and that he was talking to him because he was afraid that he would be lonely, because dreams may not necessarily mean loneliness, so the cat was shy, and it transferred the heat that should have flowed to the cat's face to the tip of its tail to release it

So when Su Ming arrived, what he saw was such a weird scene. Sandman was warming himself by the fire and eating ice cream, not knowing whether he was cold or hot.

But since Daniel has long ceased to be a human being, it probably doesn't matter whether he's hot or cold.

"You are indeed here. With you here, the possibility of the success of the plan has increased a lot." Su Mingfei fell in front of the Sandman, squatted down and held the big cat's paw, shook it enthusiastically, and tidied the cat just now The hair is messy again.

"You talk to us every day at Harley's house, and you also use psychological suggestion and hypnosis. Can I not come?" The big cat retracted its paws, got up from the ground and stretched its body: "Let's go, let Let’s find other stories and end it early so we can all have a good dream.”

"Of course it's no problem." Deathstroke touched the head of the oversized cat again. It was much cuter than the Leopard God and the Tiger God: "But before that, I have a question. Is there any record about you in the "Book of Destiny"? ?”

The squinting cat swung its tail, looked up at the divine number floating in the sky, and drifted towards that direction, saying lightly like a cloud:

"If a book is full of sleep talk, then it should not be managed by fate. If there is such a book of stories written in talk, it will only exist in the land of dreams, among the piles of unwritten stories. "

"Very good, I feel relieved when you say that. I know you are a hundred times more reliable than Daniel. Please, I will treat you to some dried fish after we enter the spaceship."

Su Ming got a satisfactory answer and seemed very happy.

The squinting big cat kicked its legs in the air as if in a dream. It licked its lips and said, "I want big dried fish. The bigger the better, meow."

After saying that, he accelerated impatiently and disappeared under the spacecraft.

As for Daniel, he still looked like he was awake, wandering around following the death knell. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, probably because sleepwalkers rarely run.

"Su Ming, long time no see." His eyes fell on the mercenary and he greeted him calmly.

"Daniel, it's not as long as you said. It seems that Death has told you something. But when you go out, you should call me by my pseudonym. No one can guarantee that Darkseid doesn't have any law of cause and effect. Weapon, what if there is some kind of purple gold gourd? As soon as my real name is called, if I agree, I will be sucked in. "

Deathstroke smiled and corrected this guy who was always talking in his sleep. After all, he had to be more cautious when he was out to fool around, and it was better to wear a vest.

"Things like purple and gold gourds don't exist in our stories, right? Is it a danger we will encounter?" The Sandman raised his feet and rose into the sky like stepping on invisible stairs, walking towards the spaceship, holding on to his hand Don’t forget to continue filling your mouth with ice cream.

"No, it's just a joke." Su Ming waved his hand. He knew that Sandman had no sense of humor at all, but this test at least confirmed that Sandman didn't know too much.

The Kingdom of Dreams is not out of control yet, and the situation of the unwritten story is still stable, at least there is no 'stirring'.

"All right."

Daniel, who didn't understand the Westward Journey gag, was silent for a while. When the wind blew him to the door below the spacecraft, he turned around and asked Deathstroke:

"But, where are the oranges?"

After doing it for a long time, he still couldn't tell what the joke was.