The Death Knell

Su Ming's guess was correct. It was not yet certain what the life form in the hospital represented, but the knowledge she had was different from the one in the library before.

And the attitude is also different. The one who took the initiative to report his name before seemed more friendly; but now, there is a great sense of distance.

Is it related to their clothes? The one in black robe likes me more, but the one in white robe is not so close?

However, they all gave information, and overall they were more like neutral forces, if they were a group.

Well, there is also information in what this person said, such as his story book "Death Knell" and the so-called 65 questions.

Of course, it is still difficult to tell whether this information is true or false. Write it down first, and then analyze it after all the information is compiled.

"That's it, so is there anything else you can tell me? Any information that you think would be useful to me?"

These strange life forms seemed to be able to provide information, but they always stopped after reaching a certain level, so Su Ming stopped beating around the bush and directly asked the other party how much they could tell him.

If you do it in one step and speak simply, you won't have to extract the core idea from the riddle, right?

His statement left the living being in white robe speechless, but probably because she had no emotions, she did not show any dissatisfaction. She just remained silent for a moment before saying:

"Are you looking for a mystery? Or are you looking for CAAT? Like I asked you first, what are you looking for?"

After saying that, she turned around and left. It was obvious that she had finished everything she needed to say, and she had nothing to say about the death knell and had to chase people away again.

Without giving the man time to digest this information, her figure disappeared not far away, and the walls and windows of the entire hospital began to glow, and then the familiar vibration came again.

Su Ming thought thoughtfully and quickened his pace to leave the hospital. Looking back, he saw that the place where the hospital used to be had turned into a forest, as if there had never been a building here.

"Hey?"

The small tentacles of the symbiont Black Bean Sprout are still filing the section, and I don’t know if it has eaten anything. Anyway, it is now asking the host if it has found anything.

"It should be considered that there is one, right? I guess the one in the white robe may be named Arivel. She is a bit opposed to the previous Novel."

Deathstroke moved his neck and rubbed his face, maintaining a fake smile that made him feel a little uncomfortable on his face:

"But it doesn't matter to me. I don't plan to interfere here for too long. There are still five people left alive. Let's ask each one. Next, we still have to find a way to enter the creation world."

"Hey."

Strangulation means that the London accent is really weird. What about Novel? Isn't that what Irevel means?

So the riddle is actually in them, in what they say?

"It doesn't matter. Now it seems that the fourth level may not be more difficult than I thought. Every time I complete a communication or a journey, one life form will disappear, and a building will disappear. Then when all seven life forms disappear, Finally, we will probably clear the level, and then we can go to the creation world.”

Su Ming is relatively optimistic about this, because in this way, he can not only collect intelligence, but also solve the puzzle of this level. Isn't this great?

"Hey."

The symbiote said that although the host only sensed seven life forms, what if there is an eighth? Just like the eight iron hat kings of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, there were actually nine, and there was also a cuckold king.

"Ah, this possibility cannot be ruled out. Let's adapt accordingly." Su Ming identified the direction and took off again towards the next target: "We first went to find the place full of 'knowledge' and 'life and death'. ', let's go find the guy in the amusement park over there."

"Hey?" What's filled with it? A naughty child's fuss?

"But don't, I hate naughty children the most."

At this time, the shuddering Deathstroke showed Batman's classic expression, and the corners of his mouth turned downwards.

"Well, well, although I don't like cats very much, because cats often lick their fur, so the poop they poop can be as prickly as cockleburs, but why don't you want to play with me and insist on playing with Spider-Man?"

The spaceship was still swimming stably in the universe. Deadpool, whose expression of envy could not be concealed through his mask, looked at the cat helplessly, biting his index finger in his mouth, even though this finger had just dug his butt.

"Why don't I play with you? Don't you have a point in your mind?" Qian Mao Zhi Meng, who was eating a can at the table, rolled his eyes and shook his fur: "Although my sense of smell is not as good as that of a dog. Sensitive, but you also stink too much, did you poop in your pants again just now?"

The answer is that simple, because Deadpool stinks so much. If Deathstroke hadn't sent it to Spider-Man and said the boy wanted to be safe here, the cat wouldn't have wanted to come so close to Deadpool.

As long as this bitch exists, the room he is in will be like a pile of cow dung. The stench is so suffocating that a cat can suffocate. Even if his nostrils are gone, the stench seems to be transmitted through his body. into your own soul.

This is conceptually disgusting.

"Slander, you are slandering me. This is called manliness on me, right?" Wade raised his arm and smelled his armpit. He didn't smell anything: "You have been following my cousin for a long time, don't you? Did you realize that I am actually more handsome and handsome than him?"

"Shut up now, meow, I'm disgusted." Although A Thousand Cats' Dream doesn't quite understand human aesthetics, someone like Deadpool wouldn't look good in any species, right?

"Okay, don't quarrel, we are all friends." Peter quickly smoothed the cat's fur to prevent it from spitting out: "A person's inner self should not be judged by his appearance. Deadpool just can't help it. "

His mask had been taken off, so he became a weak otaku again, and his speech was no longer smooth.

"Ah, yes, yes." Waiter Gwen leaned against the wall to trim her nails without any sincerity, with a malicious smile on her face, making everyone know that she was speaking sarcastically.

"By the way, what are you doing here? You bastard." Deadpool pointed his finger at Gwen. As he spoke, he waved his hands quickly as if to ward off flies: "These are Squirrel Girl, Treasure Girl, and Spider. Xia's love nest spaceship, you, a flat-chested irrelevant person, should have disembarked long ago, or are you planning to participate in the unmasked conference they may be hosting?"

"What a love nest spaceship! What an open-air conference?!" The squirrel girl jumped up from the table and hit the bitch with nuts. Then she stood on the table and slapped Deadpool's face wildly with her big tail: "Is it because of you? Are the only things in your mind about men and women?! Don’t think that everyone else is the same as you!”

"Ah~~~"

However, the beaten Deadpool made a strange sound, and two suspicious pink patches appeared on his mask, which seemed to be very satisfying.