The Death Knell

"Why don't you use your android this time? I've noticed those strange creatures, and you seem to enjoy using them."

Ao Shutu, shaking the feathers on his shoulders, looked at the screen.

Looking at the human street that Cosmic Cube has twisted into part of the labyrinth, and Sithone, who was confused with the fish head, and asked his spokesperson with a smile.

"It's not enough insurance. Although Sishorn has a problem with his identity now, and even thinks he is a ghost, he is still an ancient **** of the same generation as you."

The smiling Su Ming took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled the smoke, and threw another cigarette to his shy cousin:

"No matter how good the androids are, they are fake after all. It's okay to deceive human beings and human's existing scientific and technological exploration, but to deceive Sithone, you still need to replace them with real creatures. Use the cosmic cube to shape one or two. It’s okay to come out with a single creature, but if you want to imitate a town with a population of tens of thousands, it’s more energy-efficient to use ready-made actors.”

Everyone's eyesight is different, something like a android can't fool Ao Shutu. As a goddess who has witnessed the birth of almost all life forms on earth, fakes can still be recognized.

The same goes for Sithone, even though he now considers himself a ghost.

"For all the pain of love and attachment, for all the pain of hate and attachment..." Angboda didn't seem to care about anything else at all, she was still humming that song again and again, eagerly waiting for the continuation of the plot developing.

It is also that she has never seen all kinds of bitter dramas on earth before. You must know that you love me, I love her dramas, and the final ending often ends with 'going to sea'.

Sometimes there is a good ship, sometimes not, and it is impossible to undead anyway.

"Although these creatures called strong orcs have souls, they give me the impression that their personalities are very small, and they also have a lot of dark attributes." Ao Shutu looked back at the monitoring screen and looked at the 'citizens who were arranged' ' The strong beasts in the scene, her big eyes changed back to the hazy appearance of half asleep: "Use them carefully, don't think of them as human beings."

After hearing this, Su Ming answered the goddess with a smile, and took out soda to taste for the two goddesses:

"Actually, my judgment criteria are very strict. You have to look like a person, have your own soul, and do things with people. You can't only speak English. If you meet three of these four items, you will be regarded as a human by me."

"Well, orange flavored." I don't know if Ao Shutu heard it, but she changed the subject anyway.

This is not bad, at least she has given a hint that she doesn't mind the death knell introducing creatures from other universes to the multiverse.

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Passing through the bustling and lively farmers market, I bought a small bag of bread and tomatoes for breakfast, and the ghost ran and boarded the subway that was about to leave the station.

The carriage was crowded with people, and the smell of these strong men in animal skins and tattered armor was not good, but there was no way, people who had no money to buy a car had to share the limited space with others.

The nostrils get blocked from time to time. The ghost, who was used to this situation, found a seat. He dragged his green robe and sat down. He held the bag in his arms, opened the bag of bread, and looked out the window. Heavy snow, while starting to eat.

It was dull and tasteless, and there was even a feeling in his body telling him that he could not eat, but the ghost felt that he was not crazy, how could people not eat if they were alive?

He wasn't the only one in the car who found time to eat, but the other passengers were eating mushrooms and the mysterious self-contained jerky, and hardly anyone talked to each other.

Today's society is so indifferent.

The ghost sighed. He rubbed his nose again, took out the bread and ate it. After thinking about it, he put the fish head presented by the fish seller in the market into a plastic bag, ready to take it home when he got off work.

In fact, he didn't believe the magic fish head. He originally wanted to throw it away, but after seeing such an indifferent society, he felt the human touch from the fish head, so he changed his mind and planned to keep it.

Anyway, put it in the bag to go to work, it is not in the way.

The carriage made a regular sound on the track, clunking like a lullaby, but the ghost couldn't sleep, he was still thinking about his ex-girlfriend and roommate.

The more I thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became, but at this moment there was music in the carriage:

"For all the pain of love and attachment, for all the pain of hatred and attachment, I can't tell the difference between love and hate, is that so..."

This song, the ghost felt heartbroken when he heard it. For some reason, he felt that he had heard it countless times in his dreams, and every time he woke up, it was extremely painful.

The nose is blocked again, so hard.

But even so, he had to go to work on this miserable morning, because he was a loser and had no room to rebel against society.

In this way, the ghost full of thoughts was chewing the tasteless bread while thinking about his thoughts, and before he knew it, the arrival notification that he should get off the train was broadcast in the carriage.

Putting the fish head and the rest of the bread into the backpack, the ghost sighed, lowered his head and walked out of the carriage, into the subway station made of ice and snow.

Looking at the hustle and bustle of people, he felt extremely insignificant, like insignificant dust in the air.

But life goes on.

Dragging his tired body before going to work, he left the subway station and walked to the company where he works, a factory that makes vending machines.

He participated in the most critical part of the manufacturing process, maintaining the stability of the physical structure of the vending machine through multi-point material links.

Commonly known as, hit the screw.

He didn't know the meaning of such work. UU reading www.uukanshu.com was an endless repetition every day, but when the assembly line turned and the screw gun was in his hand, his whole person seemed to be uncontrollably into the production process.

Colleagues are silent, they are like screws in the whole society, carrying out their own division of labor, and he can only do this.

Today, he was a little late, probably because of his mind wandering in the morning, so when he came to sit next to the assembly line wearing a robe, the unsmiling bald foreman who always had strict requirements on the concept of time was already waiting for him ......

"Wait, why did Agomoto become the foreman?" Ao Shutu interrupted the story of Death Knell and raised an objection: "When did you modify his memory too?"

Death Knell, who was questioned, choked out his cigarette, put away the cigarette butts, and replied with a slight smile:

"No, Agamotto participated voluntarily. He was trapped in the maze before and couldn't find you, so I 'borrowed' your voice to make arrangements for him. This should be fine, right? He seems to like acting. ."

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