Martin Variety in American Comics

Martin did not mean to threaten, at least that's what he thought.

Not to mention that it was meaningless to threaten two dying old men.

Even if he was really going to use some threatening means, the two people would not notice it at all.

But the couple didn't think so. Although they had imprisoned the Dream Master for decades, this matter had nothing to do with them.

The two old men had no ambitions, let alone the so-called abilities.

Therefore, they had no way to deal with Martin.

Woody accepted the result calmly, and even though death seemed to be waving at him, he didn't have too many feelings in his heart.

But Alex, who was sitting in a wheelchair, was completely different. The sudden appearance of the crow stimulated his aging brain to recall the scene decades ago.

Whether it was accidentally killing his father or violating the contract with Morpheus and shooting the crow, it was an unacceptable trauma for him.

For many years, the reason why he insisted on asking Morpheus for forgiveness was not just to avoid the punishment of the Dream Master.

More importantly, he didn't have the courage to face that night decades ago, and didn't have the courage to face his own mistakes, so he put all his energy into praying to Morpheus, and regarded this matter as his spiritual sustenance.

The more Morpheus refused, the crazier he prayed.

As long as Morpheus didn't speak, he would never have to face his mistakes, but he could get a strange peace of mind from this prayer.

Even after he died, it didn't matter if Morpheus pulled him out for trial, because he still didn't need to make his own choice.

Instead, all the responsibilities that had arisen over the past few decades were thrown onto Morpheus.

Martin quickly analyzed Alex Burgess's state through conversations with the butler, the information collected by the Justice League, and the past stories told by Crow.

This analysis seems very strange to ordinary people, but it is the psychological state of most people and is very common.

"Don't be nervous, and don't act rashly."

Martin reached out and gently patted the shoulders of the two old men. He didn't use magic, but just kindly reminded them: "You know the identity of the person you imprisoned, so you should know that ordinary people can't stop me at all.

Even if it's for doing good deeds, don't think about doing anything small, so as not to ruin the lives of those security personnel."

Martin exaggerated a little. Even if all the people outside rushed in, he could take them down without hurting their lives.

But the two old men didn't think he was pretending when they heard the eerie voice coming from behind. They stopped all their actions immediately and walked towards the basement with Martin resigned to their fate.

The crow landed on Alex's shoulder, staring at this strange old friend with a pair of blood-red eyes, but there was no malice, just watching.

One of the characteristics of the immortal species is isolation from society, and it is difficult to integrate into new relationships, which is what others call indifference.

This is the case with the crow. He didn't have any special feelings about the human who shot him into a meat paste with a gun in front of him. He just wanted to release his master quickly.

But Alex was getting more and more frightened under the crow's gaze, and his body was shaking slightly uncontrollably.

Woody pushed the wheelchair with one hand and comforted her husband with the other hand, hoping to ease his nervousness.

"This is it!"

Woody took the man to the door leading to the basement and said nothing more.

Although they did not think they were the main person responsible for Murphys' imprisonment, these thick steel doors were indeed added by Alex later.

There was no way to explain this matter, so they simply shut up.

"What should we do now?"

The crow fluttered its wings, landed on Martin's shoulder, stood beside his ear, and asked in a low voice.

Martin was surprised: "What should I do? They hired someone to install the door, and the method to open the door is of course in their minds. Why don't you ask them and come to me?"

The crow shook his head slightly and said dissatisfiedly: "The two of them have imprisoned their masters for so many years, causing chaos in dreams and reality, and committing unforgivable crimes. I don't want to ask two criminals for help."

Martin listened to the crow's very childish words and smiled helplessly.

After all, it is a creation from the dream, and it is normal to be tainted with some naive childishness.

Although it is a bit too exaggerated to pay attention to right and wrong at this time, Martin still did not ask the two old men how to open the door.

He walked to the door himself, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the door, feeling the coldness of the steel, and his black pupils began to move slowly.

The door in front of him was deconstructed into a state similar to the flow of magic power by his magic eyes blessed by death, and the mechanical structure had no secrets in front of him.

But he was not the thieves in the movie who could open the electronic door with a stethoscope, and he had no intention of opening the door by ordinary means.

He used the magic eye just to see if the door in front of him was enchanted.

After confirming that there was no magic, he loosened his palm and only extended his index finger to draw a symbol similar to the nine-ring chain on the door, emitting a faint purple light.

Then, he clenched his fist and smashed the symbol hard.

Bang!

The symbol of the nine-linked ring was instantly broken, and purple magic particles flew everywhere. The sound of gears turning came from the inside of the door. The complex electronic lock was automatically unlocked, and the door slowly moved to both sides.

Burgess's partner, who had no connection with magic, was shocked and opened his mouth wide when he saw this scene.

Crow was originally a creature born from dreams. For him, magic was something he was accustomed to, so he had no reaction.

He flapped his wings and landed on Martin's shoulder, urging anxiously: "Hurry up, hurry up, Mr. Martin, open the remaining doors quickly. Let's rescue my master quickly."

Crow looked at the target so close, and was anxious. He wanted to rush directly to Morpheus now.

But he had no magic power in the real world, and could only hope that Martin could continue to show his power.

"Don't worry, Morpheus is inside, and he won't grow wings and run away."

Martin waved his hand and asked the couple behind him to follow.

Then he did the same thing again, using the same magic to open the remaining two doors with completely different structures, revealing the stairs leading to the basement.

Alex looked at this road that he had walked countless times, and he became nervous as usual.

His body began to tremble violently, a lot of sweat oozing from his forehead, wetting his already thin hair, and his hands and feet twitched uncontrollably.

This time, he could no longer use Morpheus as a shield to cover up what he had done decades ago.

For Alex, decades of happy life suddenly lost their meaning, and the pain and regrets of the past all rushed over at once, forcing him to face the trauma of the past.

He seemed to have become the little son hated by his father again, hiding in the corner of the house, trembling, but not knowing where the road ahead was.

"Don't hide, this is your own destiny. The sudden appearance of Morpheus interrupted all this, and it was obviously just to get everything back on track."

Martin's voice interrupted Alex's painful memories of the past. He stood at the door and did not go into the basement.

The crow rushed in the moment the door opened, with only his master in his eyes.

But Martin wanted more. He wanted to fulfill his promise to death and let the two old men who were about to die have an ending, rather than go to death with regret.

He turned around, and the darkness in the basement surged out, as if it merged with him.

Death and darkness always seemed to be inseparable.

When Martin tried to guide the two old men to face the true fate of their lives, he seemed to touch something, letting the darkness surround Martin, making him even more unfathomable.

"Destiny, is there really an invisible big hand in this world that is fiddling with everything?"

Alex didn't know where the power came from. He stood up from the wheelchair tremblingly, removed the oxygen mask on his face, and yelled at Martin in a voice that was no different from a roar for an old man.

When he roared, blood vessels emerged from under his yellow skin, and his eyes became bloodshot.

Woody was frightened by her husband's appearance. He reached out to soothe her husband's emotions, hoping that he would calm down.

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Martin looked solemn, and did not relax because of the other party's identity as an old man. He whispered: "I am not sure whether there is an invisible big hand in this world. But I know that people always have to face their own destiny before they can say goodbye to the past.

I understand your experience. Old Roderick is not a competent father, but he has affected your life. Because of Murphys's intrusion, your father died unexpectedly. But this does not mean that the relationship between you and your father is over."

Martin's voice echoed slowly in the stairs and got into Alex's ears, making him unable to avoid it.

"You don't have the courage to end the relationship with your father, so you transfer it to Murphys. You regard him as a harbor of escape, so you are unwilling to let him go.

But today, whether you are willing or not, you have to end this relationship."

Martin made a gesture of invitation after speaking, but he did not accept the other party's refusal.

Alex collapsed in the wheelchair, the deep trauma in his heart was directly torn open by Martin, exposed bloody, and bursts of heart-piercing pain.

Woody didn't know what to say, so he could only push the wheelchair under Martin's gaze and walk into the basement with her husband.

Martin followed them into the basement and saw the crow using its wings and claws to wipe off a corner of the rune on the ground.

When this corner was wiped off, Morpheus, who was originally imprisoned in the glass ball, suddenly felt a long-lost relief.

The things that had been suppressed in him for too long burst out instantly, but were controlled by Morpheus's own rationality, and finally only had an impact on the material level.

Martin felt something was wrong, but it was still the blessing given to him by death.

He realized what it was, but didn't go into it.

For the two mortals present, they only saw a pile of sand coming out of the glass ball, crawling along the ground for a while, and gradually gathered into a human shape.

When Morpheus' humanoid form appeared, Alex's body trembled, and the confusion in his mind reached its peak, but his body did not show any abnormality.

As an outsider, Woody did not react at all.

Martin looked at Murphy's appearance. Seeing that he was wearing a black, black hair, and pale skin, he revealed the word "serious" on the whole body.

"This dream is also too mourn!"

Martin said a little bit in his heart.

The existence of death, the appearance they show to the world is their essence, their character, and their attitude towards this world.

Murphus dominated as a dream, and he was cold and there was no dreamy color.

No wonder death as a sister, worried that his brother had something wrong.

"Owner!"

When the crow saw Murphy's disaster and flew excitedly to his shoulders.

Murphus didn't speak, just looked at his crow, and knew the ins and outs of the matter.

"Thank you, Martin!"

Murphus spoke, his voice was very strong, bowed slightly, and thanked Martin who deliberately rescued himself.

"If my sister can come earlier, it would be better!"

Thanks to Martin, Murphus complained about a few more deaths, and complained that her sister's rescue came too late.

He didn't believe that his family would know this after decades. They must know it early in the morning, but deliberately watched their jokes.

Just in front of Martin, Murphus did not vent all the grievances in his heart.

Seeing this scene, Martin was relieved, and Murphy's complaining tone just proved that his heart was still very soft and did not lose his illusion.

According to the death of death, if people with an endless family cannot grasp their own characteristics, it is easy to go out of control.

"Alex Burgez, do you know how much damage your behavior has caused this world?"

The dream of the dream was on the pace and walked towards the old man. He was gloomy. Even if he did not use any mana, he had a strong light in behind him.

Just a thought, Murphy knew what kind of harm he had caused to this world, and his calm face was also replaced by anger.

"For a century, millions of people have been sleeping because of your selfishness, lost their lives, and more people can't fall asleep until now."

"Forgive me, the master of dreams. I am not intentional, no one has told me. I am not intentional ..."

Yalix slipped from a wheelchair, kneeling on the ground, his hands together, repeating those words over and over again, praying for his forgiveness.

"well!"

Seeing that he did not understand his painstaking efforts at all, he was still shiring responsibility and retreated to the side without planning to intervene in the matter.

"Enough!"

Murphy's roar interrupted Alex's sleep. He stretched out his hand, and the earthy yellow sand flew out, surrounding the two elderly people.

Immediately, their bodies fell softly to the ground, without a trace of movement, their eyes closed, their breathing slowly weakened until they completely disappeared.

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