The Death Knell

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No one can tell exactly how many functions the Sands of Time has. As a magical tool in the hands of the Sandman, it is also as elusive as a dream.

This bizarre teleportation using the power of Lucifer feels like falling into a dream.

All around them were endless colorful bubbles of all kinds, some flat, some round, like those blown out by a breathless child while giggling.

In these bubbles, there are worlds in dreams, such as a broken noble who is about to starve to death dreaming that he is attending a high-class banquet, or a stray dog ​​dreaming that he meets his long-dead master again.

There are comedies and tragedies, but they are undoubtedly unrealistic dreams, and this is the essence of 'unwritten poetry', stories that have not been written down for various reasons.

Including the unexpected reinforcement of Alberta, a group of five people were falling down a spacious but twisted pipe, and the speed was not so fast that the witch still had time to light her cigarette with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Fu~~~" She blew a puff of smoke dashingly, threw the lid of her lighter, and raised her chin toward the death knell: "Originally, these dreams didn't exist, we saw them, so they were recorded and confirmed. , this situation reminds me of a scientific explanation, what is it called?"

"Schrödinger's cat, this is the category of quantum mechanics. If you don't understand it, let's look at it from the past point of view of the magic world."

Bobo, who was rushing to answer, grabbed the death knell's cloak and never let go. After all, he still liked to rely on him during the free fall. The monkey said loudly:

"But then again, why does your witch seem to have lost some weight? Didn't the money given to you by Death Knell last time let you improve your living environment?"

After listening to the orangutan's words, the falling witch took a breath and replied without any embarrassment:

"Forget it, I was deceived, Fake!"

"Oh? There are still people who can deceive you, a clever ghost. Tell us about your bad luck and let us all be happy." Bobo began to quarrel with witches. After all, he and Alberta have always been friends. It's all like that.

She's not as cheap as Zha Kang, but she's not a good person either.

Maybe in the eyes of some people, she is even more wicked than Constantine, because she is also a lawyer specializing in divorce cases. In addition to exorcism, she can only break up other people's families in her professional scope.

If a mercenary is like a hyena, then she is a vulture, the former creating some misfortune every time it is dispatched, and the latter profiting from an unfortunate given situation.

Unless someone likes being haunted by demons or ghosts, and being haunted by exes that look like demons or ghosts, and feel that it is not unfortunate, but happy, the situation of this mental patient is another matter.

Anyway, they are both animals on the African savannah. As an orangutan, Bobo also likes these two animals that live in the same world.

After all, he is a bar owner who likes to talk about the world, and his natural position is to side with mercenaries and unscrupulous lawyers.

"French oil."

Alberta was used to the bad breath of the orangutan. She raised her **** calmly and burped **** purpose.

She puffed out a mouthful of warm, sour and rotten breath from the inside of her body at Bobo with a bulging face, causing the orangutan to grin and retching. Only then did she smile with satisfaction and talk about what happened after the last separation.

In the previous operation, didn't everyone finally find the Sandman in Lucifer's world, and her commission was completed, so Su Ming gave her a sum of money, enough to allow her to live a comfortable life.

But people are different.

Ordinary people think of a happy life as having a car and a house, being healthy, having both parents, and gaining love, etc.

These are some realistic ideas of living, which are more in line with mainstream social views.

For example, Black Alice, who also got paid from Death Knell, took the money to supplement nutrition for her cancer-stricken father, and bought some belongings to improve her life.

But what Alberta thinks of happiness is to put a pack of cigarettes in his mouth and light it at the same time, and then soak himself in a bathtub full of spirits, smoking a cigarette and drinking a sip of wine.

What she wants is to be drunk and dream to die. If she drinks too much, she falls asleep on the sofa, and she continues to get drunk when she wakes up and eats a meal. This is the life she yearns for the most.

"It sounds like this lifestyle is not very healthy. Here, let's take a carrot for vitamin supplements." Captain Rabbit also came over to listen to the story. He was carrying Jesse on his back at this time. Hearing the usual life of Alberta, Kindly handed over their favorite food.

"Thank you, Captain Carrot from Earth 26." Although Alberta, who knows the goods, has two dark circles under her eyes, she still smiles beautifully because she has a good foundation: "I will accept this carrot, tonight Take it as a snack."

"Do you still want to drink?" Rabbit was a little speechless. On his earth, there is no such level of alcoholics.

"What else can I do without drinking? Watching soap operas on TV like a housewife? Huh." The witch took a puff of smoke, snorting smoke from her nostrils and sneered at normal domestic life: "I'm a sorcerer, I like Tobacco and alcohol are already the most normal group of people in the big group, if you don’t believe me, ask Bobo.”

The rabbit's big eyes looked at the orangutan, and the bar owner shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands skillfully, indicating that the witch was right.

Magic is the art of darkness, derived from the power of inverting people, and that dark nature causes basically every sorcerer to have his own quirks.

Compared with those lunatics who eat and eat shit, Alberta's hobby can be said to be a clear stream, and the safety level is second only to the autism of the raven and the performance of Zatanna.

"Anyway, after I took the money, I made up my mind. Half of it was used to buy cigarettes, and the other half was used to buy alcohol." The witch continued the previous topic, and she sighed: "But then I saw one on the Internet. Advertisements, scotch specials, you can't guess how cheap, you can buy ten bottles online for the price of a bottle of wine at the Oblivion pub."

She doesn't have any requirements for wine, it's strong enough and the amount is large, so she can pay for it immediately, the kind of stud.

"Understood, you bought fake wine." Hearing this, Bobo understood instantly, and his face showed a gloating expression: "Cheap is not good, I said why I haven't seen you recently, it turns out to be drinking fake wine In the hospital, haha! I'm just a little curious, how dare you buy alcohol on the Internet? It's all virtual, you can't grasp it at all."

Alberta was guessed by the orangutan detective, but she was still stubborn, and vomited a sour breath at Bobo like revenge:

"I learned all my magic from the video tapes I bought from TV shopping. Who said that you can't buy good wine online. I just got scammed this time. Next time I will buy another one! You can't make my money. , the wine at Forgotten Bar is too expensive."

"Bah! I'll add you to the 'not welcome list' that says Constantine and the Japanese." Popo clutched his nose and quickly changed positions, jumping from Death Knell's shoulder to the other side.

"I've already thrown the person who sold my fake wine into hell. If you dare to write my name and Constantine's name together, I'll throw you into the lava too." The witch He started to pinch Bobo's waist and abdomen with sharp fingernails, causing him to scream again and again.

The man and the orangutan were fighting, and Jesse, who had been listening to everyone's bullshit, seemed to have a question mark on her head at this time, and she interjected:

"Why doesn't your bar welcome Japanese people?"

Bobo's mouth crooked, avoiding the witch's clutches, and replied as a matter of course:

"They have too many things to do. They drink some cheap sake and eat snacks such as dried fish and fillets. I am a serious bar, not a cat cafe. Where did the fish come from?"

"It's actually like this..." Jesse seems to have been impacted by the world view. Are the bars in the magic world so casual?

The death knell, who had been laughing all the time, only spoke at this time. He raised his mask and reminded everyone:

"Okay, that's it for the friendship-boosting chat, I have a feeling I'm getting close to where I'm going, get ready for a fight, and catch Barry first."