The Death Knell

"Just make sure you're okay, let's go in that direction." The cat lay on Deathstroke's shoulder and pointed in the direction with its burning tail, like a road sign: "I seem to smell some angelic scent, right here Meow over there.”

"By the way, what do angels smell like?" Deadpool, who had lost his digestive system, also followed. He looked at the cat and asked the question: "Isn't it said that angels are very clean? They should have no smell at all. "

Extremely beautiful and pure, this is most people's impression of angels. Not counting those who have fallen from heaven, all serious angels are very white.

The feathers on the wings should be fluffy, and the white sheets on the body should be smooth. The main thing is to be clean and hygienic.

"Huhu, stupid human cat, it's just that your poor sense of smell prevents you from feeling their breath." The cat raised its chin and said with a very proud look: "The smell of angels smells almost like sunshine, and Michael is the best among them, and he has a bit of the breeze in nature.”

It's more about feeling than smelling, but A Thousand Cats' Dream does feel these things through its nostril-less nose.

Dreams are so wonderful.

"Logically speaking, Lucifer is the light of light, but last time I saw him, that guy smelled like cologne." Deadpool and the cat chatted, although the gravity problem and the topsy-turvy road made it difficult to He has difficulty moving, but he can still maintain the mentality of an outing.

Hearing this, Deathstroke interjected: "Actually, Lucifer doesn't use perfume. All you smell is his ever-changing charming scent. And don't forget that you have nasal cancer, unless something hits your face." Otherwise, your sense of smell would not be as good as a mass-produced bionic person."

Those thirty-dollar brothers do have the simplest olfactory components, which are similar to smoke alarms. After all, they are originally supposed to function as fire-fighting equipment.

Contracia's New London is that kind of place like Happy Valley, where bars and nightclubs are the main business, and when doing this kind of business, you need to pay even more attention to fire safety.

Since bionic humans are used to receive guests, integrating fire extinguishing procedures and hardware into them is also a way to reduce firefighting costs.

"Hiss, it sounds very powerful, the charming breath and so on." Deadpool touched his armpits, put his fingers under his nostrils and smelled, and sure enough, he couldn't smell anything, so he smiled: "But I There’s no need for me, I’m already charming enough, the girls are so happy to see me that they can’t even close their legs, whether I smell of perfume or not is the next best thing.”

He does seem to be very attractive to some women, while others are repelled by the smell of Deadpool, and the differences in attitude are so vast that it's hard to explain.

However, human beings are very complex creatures. Since there are people who are crazy about disabled people and people who like to lick other people's feet, then naturally there are also people who like stinky smells.

So it’s not that I can’t understand it.

"Stop talking about that. It's far away. Do we really have to walk there?" The cat interrupted Deadpool and Deathstroke's chat, and its tail drooped: "I just said that Michael might be in that direction. But it’s still dozens of light-years away in a straight line from us.”

There is no planetary structure in this space, unlike the ghost universe, and the chaotic environment here means that straight-line distances can only be used as a reference.

It smelled something, but it was just a faint scent, which meant that Michael walked in that direction or passed by here.

"Well, I know, I've already felt him." Su Ming nodded, confirming the cat's statement, but quickly shook his head: "The space here is full of faults, and it's like a swimming pool in front of us. There are piles of broken glass. If I were to teleport, I could try it, but if I take you with me, it would be a bit risky."

Space fragments are not a big threat, but these fragments contain some garbage from the past P52 era. If they stick to them, it will be very troublesome if they are poisonous.

Take this for example.

As soon as Deathstroke reached out, he grabbed a transparent fragment from the air in front of him. It showed its original shape in his hand, and you could see that a story was playing out inside.

It’s the story of Captain America vs. Batman, and it’s as if they’re trapped in it, with small segments playing out endlessly.

This is not just a piece of space debris, it contains a lot of things. Even Su Ming was a little unsure for a while, because he couldn't find their origin at all, as if it never happened.

"Oh? What about the fragments of the story? Show me."

The cat stretched out its paws, carefully took the piece of broken glass-like space, placed it in front of its own cat face, twisted it first, then licked it, and concluded:

"This is a story that has been clearly written but not yet written. It is like an uncomposed poem. Your judgment is correct. Slade, if it is transmitted directly and falls into this looping clip, It would be difficult to figure it out.”

"Uncomposed poems, why do I remember that there are so many in Sandman's castle?" Su Ming took the fragment from the cat's paw and threw it away as if it were nothing. "You don't have a way to deal with it?"

"The poems on the castle bookshelf that have never been written are just part of the story, preserved by the Sandman." The cat explained seriously, squatting on its shoulders like a sphinx: "And the books on the castle bookshelf It’s only a part of it, there are always some poems that are beyond our control.”

"For example?" Su Ming didn't think this was something difficult to understand, but needed an example to verify his conjecture.

"For example, the poems that God did not write are not under our control." The cat climbed down, spread out its paws, and said, "For example, the poems that Origin is planning to write are also not under our control."

"I understand, even the creations of the other three branches of the Trinity are not under your control."

Su Ming nodded, he had already figured out the logic:

"The birth of this place utilized the power of the Anti-Monitor, or in other words, it was mainly based on him. The mother of the three Monitor brothers is Perpetua. Perpetua is a person of the origin. She did not write any poems. , and it’s not under your control.”

"Yes, Slade, it seems we have thought of a place." The cat happily kissed the death knell and rubbed the man's beard with its beard: "I think the broken ladder in your mouth is probably the death knell. Petua dug it out, but she just secretly placed it here as her own escape route, and the result was"

"In the end, she died suddenly. I tricked her into channel 52. She went in happily, but she didn't expect that Thinking Superman was waiting for her inside. This escape route was completely useless."

Su Ming finished the second half of what Mao Mao planned to say, as if he had a telepathic connection. Or maybe it was because he felt the familiar power of crisis here?