Martin Variety in American Comics

Morpheus blew out a puff of yellow sand, then stepped back a few steps, quietly watching the two old men fall asleep.

"I was only going to punish Alex, but his husband insisted on being punished together, so I satisfied him."

"I understand!"

Martin nodded to Morpheus, without misunderstanding anything.

Although the two old men fell to the ground and fell asleep, they did not really die, but fell into a dream.

Alex was forced to face what he had been avoiding for his whole life until he had the courage to face it. And Woody stayed with his husband as he wished, walking together in the dream.

"The ending you gave them is much more merciful than I thought!"

Martin looked at the bodies of the two old men, thinking about how to deal with their aftermath.

Their consciousness sank into the eternal dream, and their bodies had lost their meaning, no different from corpses.

To ordinary people, they are already dead.

Martin did not want the bodies and identities of the two to be used by irrelevant people, but they had no children or relatives, so how could they be buried in peace?

Morpheus didn't realize this. He stared at Martin and asked, "You think my actions are kind. If it were you, how would you deal with them?"

Martin's thoughts were interrupted. He felt Morpheus' curiosity about him and showed his two rows of white teeth: "If it were me, I would let Alex face his pain and force him to end his past self in the material world."

"Is there any difference?"

Morpheus showed a puzzled look. He knew everything about human beings, but some things could not be understood without experience.

"If there must be a difference, it is that my method is more cruel. It is very likely that Alex will be forced to death, and he may not be able to face his past."

Martin touched his chin and thought for a while, and answered Morpheus's doubts with some regret.

Decades of time, the trauma caused by the accidental killing of his father has accumulated to an unbearable level.

Alex is also a dying old man. Maybe, in excitement, his body can't bear such pain and he died directly.

"Although it is cruel, people always have to learn to face their own trauma in order to move towards the future and change the painful past."

As Martin spoke, he thought of a way to deal with the bodies of the two old people.

He turned his head to look at Morpheus and asked, "I'm going to meet with their housekeeper and tell them how to deal with the bodies of the two old people. I hope Mr. Morpheus, you don't rush to leave the material world."

"What do you want to do?" Morpheus's attitude towards Martin was very awkward.

Decades of imprisonment made him have a strange view of humans, but the blessing from death made him have a certain favor for Martin.

This dream master never hides his emotions and writes everything on his face.

Martin smiled lightly: "Don't be nervous. I don't have the habit of repaying favors, but the crow said the dream in a exaggerated way, so I want to follow you to take a look. Well, this request is not too much, right?"

"Would someone like you be interested in my dream kingdom?"

Of course, Morpheus can see what death can see.

Although Martin was full of dreamy atmosphere, there were many things that Morpheus felt unfamiliar with.

Some he liked, some he hated, and many made him feel scared.

Through these, he could be sure that the human in front of him did not belong to this world.

"Of course!"

Martin did not admit his identity, but just said: "Your dream is also special to me, why wouldn't I be curious?"

Morpheus did not think much, out of trust in death, he did not doubt Martin: "Okay, if you insist, I can wait a little longer, but don't delay too long."

"Don't worry, time is also precious to me, I won't delay."

Martin nodded to him, then carried the bodies of the two old men, and was about to walk out of the basement, and suddenly turned around and said: "Borrow your dream sand for a while."

Morpheus did not ask why, took out a handful of sand, put it in Martin's hand, and reminded: "The method of use is very simple, just blow it on people."

"Thank you!"

Martin felt that Morpheus was becoming more and more like a young man, doing things directly without any disguise.

He clenched the sand in his hand, carried the body out of the basement, and saw the housekeeper of the manor and a group of security guards guarding the door.

"You"

The housekeeper instantly recognized the body on his shoulder and was about to shout.

The guards were even more straightforward. They pulled out their guns and pointed them at Martin. They would pull the trigger immediately if there was any movement.

But whether they were experienced guards or inexperienced housekeepers, they didn't react at all and were hit by the yellow sand. Then the world in their eyes became illusory, their eyes were blank, and they were stunned on the spot.

These are ordinary people. They don't have any magic protection on them. They have no resistance to Morpheus's dream sand.

Morpheus lost the three artifacts he carried with him, but his magic power was just not enough to make up for the damaged dream kingdom. To ordinary people, he is still no different from a god.

"Remember, these two old people died of sudden acute illness. Before they died, they entrusted the housekeeper to deal with their affairs. There is nothing in the basement, only an empty house."

Martin does not have any complicated lies. Although Murphy's dream sand is very useful, the more complicated lies, the more likely it is.

This is a normal thing for the elderly for the elderly, and there is no need to add other factors.

As for the later things, Bruce can help and buy the manor as the secret base of the alliance, and to handle the old man's funeral.

"You can leave!"

Martin put down the corpse of the old man and waved to the people who were fascinated by the dreams, and they left the basement door confused.

After leaving this corridor, they resumed their soberness, and then there was a burst of crying in the manor.

"well!"

Martin sighed, feeling mixed with the end of the tragic family.

Immediately, he returned to the basement again, and Murphus stood there straight, like a black wooden stake inserted on the floor without any change.

"Life has ended, and a corpse, why bother to toss!"

Murphus spoke to Martin's meaning.

"The funerals are all made for living people, just to make me feel at ease!"

Martin didn't say much, he explained briefly and ended the topic.

"Now we can go to dream, but I am looking forward to seeing your kingdom."

"Come with me!"

Murphy's tone was cold. He waved his hand, fingertip the thin yellow sand, and gathered in the air into an relief door.

"It's fancy!"

Martin said in his heart, watching Murphy pushing the door, letting go of strong light and wind pressure.

Murphus was not affected by any influence, and walked in directly and merged into the light.

Martin followed his footsteps and felt a strong pulling power. The five senses suddenly failed, and he couldn't feel anything.

It wasn't until he fell on the ground and ate the full mouth of sand that he felt that his five senses returned to normal.

"Oh!" "

He stood up, spit out the sand in his mouth, looked around, and found that he was in the desert. The sky was split into several different parts, all of which were twisted.

"This is not what a good journey should start. I thought I would welcome me here!"

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Martin's complaints did not get a response.

Murphus looked at the rolling dunes around him, showing a sad expression on his face.

The dream was created by him, and at the moment he broke out, he felt that the kingdom became separated because of the lack of the owner.

But Murphus did not expect that the situation would be worse to this extent, and those beautiful times no longer existed.

"It used to be a beautiful ocean here, and countless people's dreams swim freely in seawater. But now it has become a barren desert ..."

Murphy's lips trembled and did not give up his responsibility for him, so he felt pain because of the scene in front of him.

When Martin looked like Murphy, he sighed. He originally hoped to use the scriptures to alleviate the nervousness of the other person, but it was completely useless.

"Instead of being sad here, let's find someone as soon as possible to ask what the dream is bad, so that we can find a way to make up."

Martin raised his right hand and looked at his fingertips, and felt that time stopped.

However, this is a dream after all, and the concept of time is not as normal here.

"Thanks!"

Murphus was reminded by Martin to get rid of sadness, and dare not quickly distinguish the direction and go out directly.

Every time he takes a step, the space around him began to distort, the distance of several hundred meters or even a thousand meters is compressed to one step, and it is easy to pass.

Martin looked at the distorted scene of four weeks, and felt a bit like the "shrinking thousands of miles" described in the traditional Chinese law, but in fact, this is just a reflection of the illusion of dreams.

When people dream, they often ignore time and space restrictions, and they will naturally do so in dreams.

Although Murphyus, a honest person, does not like Martin who takes the initiative to take the initiative to visit the dream kingdom, but he still fulfilled his promise and always brought Martin.

They quickly passed through the barren desert, and there was nothing else in the middle except for endless dunes and raging winds.

The crow who originally wanted to comfort Murphyus, and saw this scene and became silent.

The status quo of the dream kingdom is worse than those they imagine, and the worse is not a star.

"This is the door to enter the core of the kingdom."

Murphy stopped, Martin looked forward and saw a huge wall that spread to the sky, and the two ends spread towards the boundless earth, separating the dream of the dream country into two spaces.

At the top of this wall, there is a hanging silk gathered in Baiyun. Numerous people have shown the pain and joy in the dream in the dream. Essence

The image of the endless family members is engraved on the door. The fate, death and dream are tightly dependent, and the other members seem to be scattered.

The feats that the endless family members have done surround their image, and they appear on this giant wall, as if the green leaves surrounding flowers.

"What an incredible wall. I have been to many worlds, but I have never seen such a creation."

Martin was not bragging. He could feel the feelings of all beings about dreams from the huge wall in front of him with his eyes closed.

Morpheus responded to Martin's praise with just two words of thank you. He was getting more and more anxious and just wanted to know what his kingdom had become.

He stretched out his hands to push the stone door that was hundreds of meters or even thousands of meters high, but before he could use it, the door opened by itself, and a dim light appeared in the gap.

A black woman in a suit and round glasses came out holding a book thicker than a brick.

"You are finally back, my lord. I thought you had forgotten this country?"

"This is my housekeeper, Lucien. When I am not in the dream, she is responsible for managing my network."

Morpheus heard the sarcasm of his housekeeper, and most of his anxiety was gone.

"Strictly speaking, when you were in the dream, I was also in charge of this kingdom."

Although Lucien was a created life, she was still sarcastic about her creator.

After saying that, the butler turned around without looking at the embarrassed face of his master, and pushed the gap of the door open a little more to invite them in.

After passing through the door, the dim light disappeared, replaced by a desolate scene, with withered trees, no trace of birds and beasts, and weeds growing in the fertile fields. The once prosperous kingdom is now only a pile of ruins.

The palace built specifically for the master of dreams has collapsed for the most part, and it is covered with plants such as creepers.

"Since you left, no one can maintain the existence of the dream kingdom. Some people left, and some people waited hard but disappeared in the end."

Lucien explained the current situation to his master with complaints.

"I and a few other people are lucky. We have made it to this point and finally waited for your return."

When Morpheus set out to hunt down Nightmare, many people, including Lucien, advised him that such a move was too risky and the result would be the same if it was handed over to others.

At that time, Morpheus had just dealt with the incident of the Dream of Thousand Cats and became very weak. It was not suitable for him to act casually.

But the stubborn Lord of Dreams did not accept these advices and went to the human world on his own, and the final result was like this.

"I will make up for it all!"

Morpheus felt guilty as he looked at everything familiar and it no longer existed.

Even if he was afraid of the Lord of Dreams, if he restored the kingdom to its former prosperity, those lives that died waiting for him would never come back.

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