The Death Knell

Because this is a spaceship that was half sold and half given to Squirrel Girl, the quality is very good, and the engine room is also very quiet, with only the almost inaudible sound of material annihilation when the antimatter engine is running.

The lighting in the engine room is classic red, very dim. For no reason, it just feels like this design. Su Ming specially asked the adjutant to choose the lighting color.

Didn’t you see that during World War II, there were lights corresponding to red alerts inside battleships or submarines? This spaceship also deliberately retained this feature, so that when people sit on it, they will know that they are on a ship and not an airplane.

After hearing what Deathstroke said, the cat's eyes widened, and it looked at Mr. Li carefully, as if he was looking at an alien creature he had never seen before.

Out of curiosity, the cat's mouth opened into a round hole.

"Stop bragging about me, old man. It's useless."

The old man's eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses. Although he said this, a smile appeared on his face and he patiently explained:

"This is a matter of principle. The story must run within a range that people can understand. Otherwise, as Deadpool said, it will lose the audience and popularity, and then it will be dead."

"That might be true if you were still in the editorial department, but now it's not me who takes the initiative to pull the story there, but someone from above is looking for trouble for me."

Su Ming casually lifted the cat's chin to stop it from showing such an inexperienced look, and Su Ming explained the motivation for his actions.

Yes, he also discovered that Stan Lee didn't seem to know about the 'mystery', which was a bit...

"You mean, something from the top has taken the initiative to attack the Marvel Universe?" The old man frowned. He put down the third wrench in his hand and touched the brim of his hat: "This is impossible. When I left, There is no such setting at all, unless it is..."

"Unless what?" Su Ming raised his eyebrows and motioned for the old man to continue speaking, so as not to be silent at the critical moment.

"Unless after I left, someone changed the original settings and embarked on the wrong path of constantly increasing the level of strength."

The old man sighed and turned his head to look at the spacious and dark engine room:

"Some young people don't understand what a story is at all. They only know about comparisons. They think that the multiverse level is stronger than the single universe level, and the almighty universe level enemy is stronger than the multiverse level hero. They don't understand what belief is. What is fighting spirit, what is brain, and what is a superhero? They are used to quantifying everything, which makes the plot a mess."

After saying that, he sighed again. At this time, the slightly rickety figure looked a bit lonely.

At least in his mind, the Marvel Universe should not go down that path, and the plot should be character-driven, driven by meaning and fun, rather than numerical ratings.

"That's right, meow." The cat echoed. It jumped off Deathstroke's shoulder and walked around on the ground showing off his Spider-Man uniform, with its tail dangling: "I have seen many unwritten poems, countless unwritten poems. Realized stories, like 'scripts,' they tend to have similar problems."

"Oh? It seems you understand too. Are you the Dream of a Thousand Cats from the DC universe?"

Wiping the oil on his hands on his clothes, the old man forced out a smile, stretched out his hand and shook the cat's paw:

"I've heard of you. In fact, when the Endless Family was still in the V Universe, you didn't exist. It was a new setting that only appeared after entering DC. The so-called external power was popular at that time, and it was inspired by Ke The Sulu myth seems very mysterious like this."

"Ah, I didn't expect to hear my own 'origin' story." The cat turned its head and rolled its eyes at the death knell. It should have expected that old people like to reminisce.

Seeing its eyes asking for help and the little paw that was tightly held by the old man, Su Ming interrupted in a funny voice:

"Okay, Uncle Li, this is the situation. It's not that I want to take the initiative to cause trouble, but that things have come to me. If I can't find the 'mystery', I will have to be beaten passively. You don't want to see that either Will the Marvel Universe that I created become a sacrifice that the new generation of editors can easily destroy?"

"Well, it's a trouble, but the problem is that in my conception, outside the omnipotent universe is a collection of metaphysical concepts, representing 'infinite future and possibilities'. It should not actually produce conceptual entities. But now someone is If something is added inside to create a world-ending crisis, I don’t know what you are going to face.”

The old man spread his hands and let go of the cat's paw, showing that he was equally innocent. He was willing to help now, but he obviously didn't know where to start.

"Can't you go back to the editorial office and ask for me?" Deathstroke gave him an idea. As long as the old man comes forward, it should go smoothly. Even if he retires, Stan Lee still has face.

"Unfortunately, on a level that you may not know, I have been dead for many years." The old man found a folding stool and sat down, took off the baseball cap on his head, put it on his knees and patted it casually: "For To the editorial department, and even to that level, I am already a dead person, and your idea will not work."

"Ahem, I don't know whether I should let you express condolences or what." Su Ming coughed, took out a bottle of wine and a cup, used quantum construction to construct a chair, placed it next to the old man and sat down: "But you Look, we have the Dream of a Thousand Cats here, it is a dream, can you use its power to give your former students or Marvel CEOs on another level a dream or something?"

This statement made the old man speechless. He glanced at the death knell, reached out and grabbed the wine, and said angrily:

"Who do you think I am? Neil Gaiman? There is no such thing as dreaming in the Marvel universe, okay? Only Neil likes to play with dreams, and only he can understand them."

"Okay, so a natural person can't dream of an electronic sheep?" Su Ming asked back, obviously not giving up.

"Even if you are an adjuster, you can't dream of it. Our universe doesn't have that." The old man poured two glasses of wine, handed one back to Deathstroke, and took the initiative to clink the glasses: "Think about it again, you see you still have Is there any other way?"

"I don't have much inspiration for other methods, but I think it's so strange for the word 'Adjuster' to come out of your mouth?" Su Ming took a sip of wine, pursed his lips, and the word came out of the old man's mouth. , it feels like the author of "JoJo" went to draw "Sailor Moon".

The feeling of confusion prevented him from concentrating on thinking of a solution, and he only felt funny.

"Is there anything strange? I really like Four Hundred Aunts. I went to Japan to visit and see "Gundam" by the way. What's wrong with that?" The old man took a big sip of wine and touched his beard: "Don't worry about it. As for me, just focus on the problem at hand and tell me, what exactly is causing you trouble?"