The Death Knell

The code name of the First Dream sounds very cool and cool, but in fact its era has long passed. It is the dream of the gods, a dream that has become outdated.

It sounds a bit contradictory, because things like dreams are often related to dreams. They are forward-looking and foreseeable, but what about the remaining glory of the past? It seems that it cannot be called a dream, but should be called a memory.

It would be so sad if a person could only dream about his past glory every day. What kind of life would make people only recall the past?

The first dream mentioned by the big cat is such a tragic dream. People almost never mention it now, because the gods who know its existence are basically dead. Without gods to continue dreaming, it will only get worse. Getting weaker.

And Su Ming didn't want to deal with First Dream, not only because the thing looked like a giant triangular eye, wrapped in a piece of flesh similar to the lips and private parts, but also more importantly.

If Daniel's Riddler Index is ten, then the Riddler Index of the previous generation Sandman Morpheus is one hundred, and the First Dream's Riddler Index is ten thousand.

I don't know if he is mentally disturbed or he just likes to make things up, but First Dream can't communicate normally with people at all, let alone humans, not even other Sandman.

Many Sandman are actually one body, they are all manifestations of dreams, but they are relatively independent. They naturally become independent when they need to be independent. This is a very strange state of existence.

But Su Ming had read Sandman comics in his previous life. In one story, many Sandman gathered together for a meeting to discuss a major event that was about to happen. After the meeting, First Dream made an appointment with Morpheus to chat alone. The first Sandman asked him:

"A crisis is coming, how should the world respond? Should I give some warning to the heroes?"

However, No. 1 Meng, who specifically wanted to chat with Morpheus privately, replied:

"I know, it knows, who knows?"

After saying this, it disappears and the conversation is over.

Not to mention that Morpheus in the comics was confused at that time, even Su Ming who was reading the comics was confused. What this guy said did not follow the plot at all. What the hell is this? Is there something wrong with the Chinese translation?

In fact, the only reason why I can't understand it is that the Riddler Index of the First Dream is so high that other Riddlers are confused.

The Dream of a Thousand Cats was indeed kind-hearted in introducing it to Deathstroke. After all, what happened to creatures like gods, it was only appropriate to ask them about their previous dreams.

But when the Sandman who manages the dreams of the gods is a guessing psychopath, this is unnecessary. Although there are Batman and Bobo in Deathstroke's team, Luther and Brainiac can be smart. People are lying down, but apart from raising blood pressure, guessing riddles will not yield any precise information. It is better for everyone to guess blindly.

"Forget it, the first dream is better, I don't want to communicate with it."

"Hehe." The big cat raised his paws to cover his mouth, and jumped forward: "It seems that even you know that the first dream is notoriously difficult to communicate. I went to find it last time. When we were chatting, I said 'meow' and he said 'meow means woof' and then flew away. I couldn't understand what it meant at all. It was really crazy."

As he spoke, Thousand Cats Dream had a constipated expression on his face, as if he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Speaking of Mimia, you Sandman are one and the whole. You can be a single individual or you can have thousands of faces. So now it seems like it is also a kind of split personality?"

Su Ming, who didn't want to continue the topic of his first dream, changed the question. He walked on the soft grass and looked at the tail of the torch dangling in front of him.

"Well, from a human perspective, maybe that's true."

The big gray cat tilted its head, showing a smile, and turned its golden eyes to look at the death knell:

"But it's actually not that complicated. The simplest answer is - 'dreams are elusive', it's that simple. And you can't define what a dream is. People call us 'dreams', so we just Dream? You only know that we are called dreams. This is the limitation of human beings. If one day you can recognize the difference between us, then you may no longer be human. "

Its meaning is very simple. People's understanding of dreams is very subjective. The existence of the word dream is created by humans. So if one day there are no more people, will dreams still exist?

This is a hypothesis that cannot be proven. What kind of dreams create stories that shape people, or whether people have dreams and create stories? This is undoubtedly a chicken and egg philosophical question.

If a person can prove which came first, the chicken or the egg, then he has taken the first step on the road to prove which came first, the man or the dream. This road is a road of madness. Once you get into it, the person who loses his mind will also He can no longer be called a human being.

"Well, so you still have a split personality." Su Ming pinched the cigarette butt in his hand and put it away. He moved his neck from left to right.

"I'm not even a human being. Do you think I have personality? Meow, your definition of personality is actually a narrow concept given by humans." The big cat stretched its head over and rubbed Deathstroke's chest, leaving a little warm feeling. Feeling: "But you don't need to know any more. It doesn't do you any good if you want to remain human."

Bobo on Deathstroke's shoulder patted his pants in boredom, and there was some cigarette ashes on the green checkered pants:

"You are also starting to talk tongue twisters. Can we talk about these useless things later? We have now bypassed the castle and arrived at the Plain of Dreams. Do you want to start work?"

Just like what he said, it was really good to walk while chatting. I arrived at my destination before I knew it. In front of me were the familiar balls, suspended in mid-air like soap bubbles, and densely packed like fish eggs. crowded together.

From every bubble, you can see a person's dream. Some of them are laughing, some are crying, some are alive, and some are dead.

People's subconscious will not lie. People in dreams will often do things that are in line with themselves. This is the DC universe, so what many people do in dreams can only be described as dark.

Like Harley's dream in the past, where she dreamed of making a fortune and taking Xiao Hong on a beach vacation. It was simply not too simple. Even most girls in the first grade of elementary school wouldn't dream of it, because they were the only ones in people's dreams. I have no equal friends.

"Humans are still very selfish, the same as before." As if he could see what Deathstroke was thinking, the big cat's beard curled up, and it opened its eyes slightly, revealing golden pupils: "But you can do whatever you want. Well, it’s better to be quick and finish it and run away before Daniel finds out, just like stealing the fish on someone’s kitchen window sill.”

"Adjutant, start spreading the anti-life equation, using electromagnetic waves and sound."

Su Ming did not delay. He immediately ordered the adjutant to do something, and immediately heard the representative dark equation. He asked Strangler to stretch out tentacles to touch the balls, injecting darkness into these bright dreams. .