The Death Knell

What should I do if the fish doesn’t bite the hook?

The answer is very simple, just throw it again and see what your luck is this time.

Su Ming did the same thing. He put away his teapot, tables and chairs, picked up the cat, picked up his cousin, and set out to find the next piece of the puzzle.

"Lucifer is dealing with the hand, and Michael is dealing with the foot. This is what the veterans told me." Deadpool, who was prevented from taking off his clothes, told his cousin all the information he had obtained from the outside, looking proud. He looked like he was very proud of his intelligence capabilities.

"Where exactly is it?" Su Ming got angry when he saw his bad appearance and hit him on the head casually: "I also know their matchup situation, but where is the specific location?"

"I don't know about that. It's definitely not on the earth anyway." Deadpool scratched his head and moved his eyes towards the direction of the empty air. He nodded as if he saw something, and then said: "Someone said that they The battlefield environment is a place of chaotic space and is very mysterious, do you have any ideas?"

"That's too broad, cat. Let alone Deathstroke, even I can think of thousands of places with such characteristics." The cat joined the conversation. Because it was squatting on Deathstroke's shoulder, it now had a condescending perspective on Deadpool. : "Don't you have more precise information?"

The conceptual scope of hypertemporal flow is almost all-encompassing, and there are too many places that fit the description. The simplest one is the plane of the Speed ​​Force, where the space is chaotic, but where is the target? Not even thinking about it.

Dream of a Thousand Cats is an understatement. The thousands it mentions are places that can be named, and the ones that cannot be named are countless.

Maybe there is such a chaotic scene in a certain empty bag space; and in hell, chaos is also the main tone, so it is also possible.

"I don't know." Deadpool's smile disappeared. He picked his fingers and looked very disappointed: "So my information can't be sold for money, right, cousin?"

"You don't know anything, who would buy such information? Do you think I'm the kind of person who panics when he has too much money?" Su Ming pushed the bitch's head away speechlessly, because as soon as he got closer, the smelly The smell was too strong: "I'd better feel it myself."

I closed my eyes and scanned the entire material world with darkness, but found nothing.

This makes sense, because unlike ghosts and words, hands and feet are purer embodiments of concepts, more like extensions of the hands and feet of God himself, albeit more abstractly.

Moreover, if we start a war with them in the main dimension, the damage caused will be extremely serious. Lucifer knows very well that he does not want to see his beloved humans die.

Therefore, it is a better choice to move the battlefield to a more remote and uninhabited special location.

Let's take a quantum and scan the hypertime stream again.

"Huh? No, this is interesting. Did Lucifer drag them into the dream?" After activating the quantum concept, there was still no discovery. This made Su Ming smile with interest and talk to the cat. Talking about joking.

But Thousand Cats Dream didn't smile. It lowered its head and thought for a moment, then nodded its head up and down:

"It's really possible, nya, because demons also have dreams, and their Sandman naturally controls a dream."

"Demons' dreams? Although I know that everything has dreams, I didn't expect that demons also have dreams." Su Ming touched the cat's head, and Xiao Hui's serious look was cute: "Are you familiar with the Sandman of demons?"

But yes, although demons often make human beings make wishes, they help people realize them and make deals.

But they also have wishes that cannot be realized, and naturally they can only be realized in dreams.

"Not at all, that's a real lunatic. It doesn't even have the ability to speak. It's more like the embodiment of all kinds of evil." The cat raised its paws and made an 'X' sign in front of its chest, shaking its head like a rattle. , ears flattened: "I suggest you don't consider this path. If the battlefield is really in the Demon's Dream, Daniel and I will be speechless."

"It's okay, I have a backup plan." Su Ming smiled and reassured the cat. He started the teleportation, and the destination was the Light of Afterlife nightclub in Los Angeles, which is Satan's lair: "Besides, the battlefield may not be there, I Just find Lucifer.”

Things are a little better on the West Coast, or rather, the neighborhood around the Afterlife Nightclub.

Natural disasters and man-made disasters cannot affect this area. The specific manifestation is that there are dark clouds over the city, but the area above the nightclub is clear and clear. It is obvious that Elaine has already arranged the first move to cover her uncle's place.

But even so, don't expect any business in the nightclub today. It's so quiet here that no one even plays the piano.

"I'm looking for wheat."

Su Ming kept walking, saying this as he passed the demon at the gate, and passed him by.

It's still the same devil, he looks like an ordinary person to ordinary people, but from a dark and quantum perspective, this guy has the head of a fly and is obviously a relative of Beelzebub.

"Come in, Mr. Wilson. His Majesty has already told you that you can treat this place as your own home." Although the fly-headed demon is ugly, his words are very pleasant. He is not as full of ideas as Asmodeus. A muscle demon, but a more traditional brain guy.

But just like dogs can't stop eating shit, flies also like smelly things. When Deadpool passed by him, he couldn't help but take a deep breath intoxicated.

The majesty he spoke of was naturally Lucifer, not McGeeken. This demon was actually quite loyal.

Su Ming didn't want to be polite and walked straight into the nightclub. In the darkness, he immediately saw Mai Zai sitting next to the bar, who was so bored that he drank water from a goblet.

The other party also noticed his arrival, with a somewhat puzzling look on his face:

"Why do you have trouble with me again? Didn't we just break up?"

"I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for Gabriel." Su Ming knew what the Queen of Pain liked, so he immediately refuted her face to face, and showed a disdainful expression: "You can't help with the next thing, no It’s useful, just give me Gabriel’s contact information now.”

I wanted to help, but was rejected by humans. This was so shameful and so satisfying.

The skinned half of Maizi's face turned rosy. She staggered to the bar, took out a small notebook, wrote down a series of mobile phone numbers, and handed it to Deathstroke:

"Gabriel is in the city, but I don't know where he is specifically. Just give him a call."

"Well, that's it. I don't have anything to do with you anymore. Just rest." Su Ming waved his hand, and he turned around and left without any regrets, just as crisply as when he came.