The Death Knell

"Fu~fu~" Su Ming blew on the black disc in his hand, shook off the ashes, and handed it to the black mouse leading the way: "Here, Brother Mouse, your ears."

I don’t know what material his ears are made of. They feel fleshy to the touch, and the hair on them looks a bit like velvet. However, they are not only fireproof and heat-insulating, they are also very easy to clean and do not attract any dust.

"Hey, you don't have to pay me back, you keep it." As the mouse said, he took out two new discs from his trouser pocket, inserted them into his head, and adjusted the position a few times: "I'm here today. I was in a bit of a hurry when I arrived, and I didn’t bring you any decent gifts.”

As he said that, he also handed the one he originally used as an ashtray to Deadpool, which was very generous.

But you said that these ears can only be used as fruit plates and ashtrays, what's the use? It doesn't seem to be of much use, and it doesn't look like it's valuable.

I gave him a gift, but it was just a mosquito leg, just like the game props that were exchanged for redemption codes in some mobile games that Su Ming played in his previous life.

Shushu's private face and speech are somewhat like a rogue capitalist. After all, although Di Mouni does mostly business related to "childhood dreams", their operators cannot just be dreamers.

Maybe what he showed was some of the characteristics of the tycoon who created him and established Dimouni? Or was it the character which the gentleman wished to ascribe to it?

So what is the relationship between him and the black rat in red shorts? Logically speaking, they should be the same person, but it seems they are not, so are they different clones?

There are a lot of problems, but now is not the time to think about those. Now that Shushu is on his side, let's take advantage of it first and then think about the future.

"The employee passage is a bit messy, and there's a lot of dust." Deadpool stuffed the black disk he received into his underwear, but didn't say thank you, just looked around at the surrounding environment: "We need to go How far? I feel like I'm dehydrated and my delicate cancer-stricken skin is withering away."

He often regards the growth of cauliflower-like growths on his skin as proof that his skin is delicate, because it is obviously caused by excessive vitality.

"It's a bit far away, but not too far." The mouse took a puff of cigarette and continued to move forward in the smoke. The middle-aged man's voice was steady and calm: "As for the messy employee passage, just get used to it. After all, the park Although there are many people here, there are very few people who have the key to this place, so you don’t expect me to clean it myself, right?”

This statement is very reasonable, just like it is natural for me not to do the cleaning work.

"By the way, Brother Mouse, what is your position in the company?" Deadpool suddenly remembered this question. It may be that the veterans in the live broadcast room asked him to ask this question. After all, the identity of this black mouse does not seem to be that simple.

"Listen to my voice, don't you still know who I am? Aren't you looking for someone who can have the final say in the story? Haha." The mouse smiled slightly and reached out to pat Deadpool on the back. Then he pointed to the death knell beside him: "Your cousin knows what state Stan Lee is in, and I am almost in a similar situation."

"Ah, I seem to understand, but I don't seem to understand." Seeing that Mouse was not going to say it clearly, Deadpool did not ask further: "Then you won't help us beat the CAAT yourself, but you should be able to make some arrangements to make it Weaken it?"

The so-called setting-eating is generally something that audiences hate, but when it comes to detail, it still depends on the specific situation.

The protagonist and important supporting characters are inexplicably weakened, which is definitely a big deal, but if insignificant background characters or powerful enemies are weakened, then on the premise of ensuring the story, it seems that the setting becomes nothing. Big deal.

Take Planet Devourer, for example. When it first appeared, its setting was really strong.

The only survivor of the fifth firmament, one of the five creation gods, a ruthless devouring machine, the best in the world in his golden state.

But what happened next? Many of its settings were swallowed up, and it was gradually reduced to a combat power calculation unit. It appeared in many major events, but it was always used as a backdrop, playing the role of a corpse under the feet or behind a powerful villain.

But despite this, no Galactus protectionists went to the Marvel editorial office to protest. Instead, they created a lot of hot memes, such as 'The invincible Galactus collapsed again'!

Therefore, after judging that the CAAT was definitely not as powerful as Black Mouse, Deadpool thought of a further plan, which was to let the strongest man in the rat tribe in front of him do some extra tricks.

It would be great if CAAT could be weakened to the multiverse level, and it would be chopped into pieces and made into dumplings in a while.

"I'm afraid not. It's not convenient for me to interfere in some things, because to some people, I am already a dead person." The mouse sighed, but he quickly cheered up, and raised his chin slightly: "But It doesn’t matter, I will support you behind you and cheer you up.”

"Okay, I don't know how long this road will take. Let's talk about something else to pass the time? The veterans in my live broadcast room asked me to ask, what is your favorite food? What is your favorite wine? What brand is it again? Is there anything that impressed you deeply in the 1930s?"

These questions mean that Deadpool seems to understand something.

"Oh? An interview? The last time I was interviewed was fifty years ago, haha." The mouse blinked, but soon nodded cheerfully: "Just ask, as long as it doesn't involve business secrets, I I can tell you all."

So one person and one mouse happily started an intensive conversation. Both parties spoke very fast, which seemed a bit noisy in the small space of the employee passage, leaving the death knell behind him a little speechless.

But that's okay. My cousin has taken care of her, so I don't have to chat with him. Su Ming is not a talkative person.

The long corridor stretches quietly into the distance, as if it is a secret passage to the past, until it becomes a bright spot in the farthest corner.

The peeling paint on the walls is like traces of time, and each peeling piece tells an unheard story. Dust covers the entire corridor, and every footprint leaves a short-lived memory on the thick layer of gray.

The doors on both sides of the corridor are closed tightly, as if guarding their own secrets, and the sparse light falls from the dirty light bulbs at the top of the corridor, dancing with the dust, creating a hazy and nostalgic atmosphere.

In this almost static space, two humans and a rat that can walk upright slowly walked through the corridor, as if they would go on forever.