The Death Knell

Hearing this, Bobo suddenly realized what he had just wanted to say.

"Duang!"

A small pan appeared in Deathstroke's hand, probably the kind used to fry eggs, and he knocked him out easily.

Amidst a burst of strange laughter, the door to the basement opened, as if an invisible hand was opening the door for the man. Everyone watched helplessly as Deathstroke carried the limp orangutan into the darkness step by step.

With a bang, the door closed, cutting off everyone's sight.

"No wonder, now it makes sense." The adjutant suddenly realized, and her projection even made a small fist hammering the palm of her hand: "I asked why the chief asked me to temporarily adjust the formula, and now I understand."

At this point, the adjutant was still a little emotional. The chief was really kind to Bobo and even considered this aspect.

Although the orangutan was still struggling just now, no one, no one can violate the law of true fragrance. After the transformation is completed, Bobo will deeply understand this.

"Meow, the orangutan detective has followed the right person." The cat stretched its waist on the bar, walked around with its tail raised, and looked up at the ceiling: "The next one will be your boss's turn. Eyes, and... If you don’t file a complaint, it might be too late, right?”

The ceiling of the bar is still the same, with some old wooden boards, and there are traces of smoke blackening on it. It is not clear whether the culprit is the years of incense smoke, or the smoke of the humans who were burned to death here last time.

The cat's gaze seemed to penetrate this space, and the object it spoke to was not something that existed in the main dimension. But as its voice fell, everyone could feel that their bodies seemed to become lighter, and something was moved away. .

"It seems that the peeping tom is gone. Oh, now I can speak freely." Deadpool sat down in front of the bar, not drinking, just looking at the surrounding environment: "I was tricked twice by my cousin, then Even if you hear something now, you still don’t dare to believe it, right?”

"There is a high probability that it is like this, meow." A Thousand Cats Dream curled up into a ball, like a caterpillar: "True, true, false, false, true, false, true, I can see that God is obviously behind the times in terms of intelligence warfare. No, he is no match for Deathstroke."

"Haha, of course, I am not bragging to you about my cousin. He is much darker than God." Deadpool didn't know whether he was praising or cursing what he said. Anyway, he looked very proud: " But since you can see those eyes, why didn’t you get rid of them earlier?”

"I couldn't see it before, but we are now at the Oblivion Bar. This is a pocket space attached to the main dimension. The 'barrier' here is very thin, and the eyeballs are too close, so I noticed the location. "

The cat closed its eyes, only the fire on the tip of its tail was still burning. It seemed to be asleep, and its tone of voice was as soft as if it was talking in its sleep.

"You should have scratched it." Deadpool came closer. He looked at the cat's tail carefully, then took a cigarette from his trouser pocket and lit it with the flame: "If I had such a strong ability as you , then I would have gone to heaven a long time ago. I will definitely not be used to those eyeballs. I will give it a set of Double Dragons Playing with Pearls first, and then Nezha Naohai."

As he spoke, he couldn't sit still anymore, jumped off the bar stool on the spot, held a cigarette in his mouth and began to demonstrate boxing skills on the side.

But how could his mind remember any boxing routines? Anyway, in the cat's eyes, he could only see Deadpool waving his claws randomly, as if he was suffering from epilepsy.

Needless to say, this seemingly contagious mad disease is really a bit scary.

"Dealing with God is different from dealing with the Court of Origin. It is not convenient for me to take action directly. Our Endless Family needs to remain neutral to avoid being troubled by others." Cat watched Deadpool boxing and said cheerfully: "God is very cautious, he It seems that he went completely crazy after that incident, and his attitude towards doing things is completely different from that of Origin."

"What?" Deadpool stopped and wiped the non-existent sweat on his head through the mask. Skin cancer caused his scalp to fall off, so of course there would be no sweat.

"That's it, the birth of Elaine."

The cat thought for a while and decided to tell Deadpool. Anyway, even if it didn't tell him, this person could always get information from the outside:

"Because this is the first thing to escape God's control, you should also be able to understand how a person who used to have everything go smoothly will feel when he suddenly finds that one thing does not go according to his own arrangement."

"Oh, I understand, I understand. I also heard what the veterans said about Elaine's birth."

He sat back on the bar stool and continued to smoke. The orange light above his head made Deadpool look a lot warmer:

"The situation you mentioned is generally called a mentality explosion among us humans, which is caused by a strong sense of gap. I guess this matter is the origin of the black hand. What do you think? It involves the origin and setting of the characters. Things, I heard my cousin said, these are the authority of the origin."

To be able to bypass God and unknowingly plant a minefield for him that will inevitably explode in the future, you must at least be on the same level as him, right?

In the DC universe, it either has an origin or is too imaginary. It is impossible to be the fourth person in the trinity. Is that the God who doesn't care about the Master Recorder?

"Then I don't know. It wasn't our Endless Family who did it anyway." The cat put its two paws in its arms and said with a smile: "I am a dream. I dream about many things, and I don't know which ones are true. Which ones are fake.”

There are so many unwritten stories in dreams, where anyone’s imagination can form poetry, and there are many people who overthrow God in their dreams.

Most are crazy, and a small number have really thought about it, but will their stories come true?

No one can tell.

So even if the cat has seen something, he doesn’t intend to say anything.

"Tsk, tsk, you are also a cunning little kitten."

Deadpool said to the cat with a smile. He put his hands under the mask and dug his nostrils like an electric drill. After a few seconds, he dragged out a long bloody nose and wiped it on the dark place under the bar:

"By the way, why doesn't my cousin come out? Isn't an injection just about inserting, injecting, and pulling out, and that's it?"

"Hey, you'd better say an injection, you fallen human, meow."

The cat couldn't listen anymore, so it covered its ears with its two little paws to prevent itself from being contaminated.

"I'm talking about injections. Hey, you understand, you are such a bad cat." Deadpool laughed. He took out his mobile phone, tried to connect to the bar's wifi, and said: "Wait, it seems like Slade won't be able to come out for a while anyway, so I'll go online and find an animal world for you to check out."