The Death Knell

"Meow, why oranges?"

A huge cat was lying on the ground, while licking its paws, it raised its head and asked the pale man beside him.

In front of them was a tattered wooden board with a message of Death Knell on it, saying that they were going to buy oranges, and they would be back soon, so that the Sandman would not run around.

It has been a long time since the death knell left here, although the one-eyed man still left the reception staff to provide food and drinks for one person and one cat, but obviously the big cat can't wait a bit now.

"That's a story, a story that doesn't exist in our universe."

The Sandman who answered it was still half asleep, with stars swirling like white confetti in his pupils, and a bowl of ice cream in his hand, which he scooped out with a plastic spoon from time to time and put it into his mouth.

Daniel used to be a human being, a very ordinary Gotham resident. If he hadn't somehow taken over the throne of Dreamland, his age should have just graduated from college.

"Meow, it's so boring... Do we have to wait for him? Why don't we go around first?"

The cat's paws are on the top of its head, and it tugs at its ears boredly. This cat is not fat, but its eyes are just two slits, as if they have never been opened. The body forms a pattern that looks like a smoky haze.

The pale man sipped the cream in his mouth and slowly closed his eyes:

"No, this event is a vortex, it happened once in the past, I let it survive, and it turned out to be tragic, I thought I had made up for it, I thought it was settled, I thought people Everyone forgets about it..."

"It turns out that you can't forget it." The cat began to wash his face, and it had nothing to do: "I am a dream, you are a dream, there is no doubt, but the nightmare and the shaper of chaos you are talking about is the last Sandman, he It's enough to die because of it."

A man and a cat are standing in the middle of a deserted street, surrounded by a dozen scantily clad female androids, some with jugs, some with fans, and of course, with ice cream carts and white chefs cap.

The wind blew through this empty city, and the faint smell of dust came up, like the smell of time to rot in a distant dark place.

"He's the Sandman, I'm the Sandman, we are all dreams, he's me, and he's you, why do we need to distinguish so clearly?" The Sandman opened his eyes, but not fully, just narrowed a slit and stretched out his hand. The empty bowl inside, let the android fill him up.

He doesn't know if he can come back alive, so now he needs to nostalgic about his favorite as a human being.

The good news is that after being a human being, he will not have diarrhea, and he can eat as much ice cream as he wants.

"It's not meow, he's a god's dream, I'm a cat's dream, you're a human's dream, we are full of differences."

The big cat raised its tail, its size was larger than that of a male lion, and its fluffy tail swayed back and forth like a small tree, as if a person was shaking his fingers from side to side, giving a negative opinion.

"Haha." The Sandman rubbed the big cat's head, listening to the latter purring comfortably, he raised his head and looked at the sky: "If only someone could understand what you said, it would be a pity that Darkseid and The hands of nothingness must not understand."

"Meow, sad guys, they don't have dreams." The big cat sighed, and it continued to lower its head and lick its paws: "It's like now, I'm alone, you're alone, but some people think of us as friends And OK, can't understand the nature of our dreams just from a different perspective."

"Then why are you talking to me?" Sandman took a new serving of ice cream, and the android told him that the death knell was coming back.

"Hmph, just think that I like to talk to myself, meow!" The big cat turned his head arrogantly, his tail lit like a candlestick.

It knew that Daniel could understand what he meant, and that he spoke to him because he was afraid that he would be lonely, because dreams are not necessarily lonely, so the cat was shy, and it transferred the heat that should have flowed to the cat's face to the tip of its tail and released it.

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So when Su Ming arrived, what he saw was such a weird scene. The Sandman was eating ice cream while roasting the fire, and he didn't know whether he was cold or hot.

However, since Daniel was not a human being for a long time, it probably doesn't matter whether it is hot or cold.

"You really came. With you here, the possibility of the plan succeeding has increased a lot." Su Mingfei fell in front of the Sandman, squatted down and held the big cat's paw, shaking it enthusiastically, and sorted out the cat just now. Mao made a mess again.

"You talk to us every day at Harry's house, and you also use psychological suggestion and hypnosis, can I not come?" The big cat retracted its paws, and it got up from the ground and stretched its waist: "Let's go, let Let's go find other stories, end them early, and we can all dream well."

"Of course there's no problem." Death Knell patted the oversized cat's head again, which is much cuter than the Leopard God and the Tiger God: "But before that, I have a question, is there any record about you in the Book of Fate? ?"

The squint-eyed cat shook its tail, looked up at the Divine Signal floating in the air, and floated towards that direction on its own, as lightly as a cloud said:

"If a book is full of dreams, then it shouldn't be managed by fate. If there is such a book of stories written in ravings, it will only exist in the land of dreams, in the pile of stories that have not been written. "

"Very good, I'm relieved when you say that. I know that you are a hundred times more reliable than Daniel. Please, after entering the spaceship, I will invite you to eat dried fish."

Su Ming got a satisfactory answer, and he seemed very happy.

The squint-eyed big cat kicked its legs in the air as if in a dream. It licked its lips and said, "I want big dried fish, the bigger the better, meow."

After speaking, I couldn't wait to accelerate, and disappeared under the spaceship with a swipe.

As for Daniel, he still didn't wake up. He followed the death knell swayingly. He didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, probably because sleepwalkers rarely ran.

"Su Ming, long time no see." His eyes fell on the mercenary, and he greeted him without hesitation.

"Daniel, it's not as long as you said. It seems that death has said something to you, but when you go out, you should call me by a pseudonym. No one can guarantee that Darkseid has no causality in his hands. Weapon, what if there is a purple gold gourd? As soon as my real name is called, if I agree, I will be sucked in."

Death Knell corrected this guy who was always talking in his sleep with a smile. After all, when he came out to hang out, he still had to be a little more cautious. It was better to wear a vest.

"Purple gold gourd... That kind of thing didn't exist in our story, did it? Could it be the danger we would encounter?" The spaceship walked away, not forgetting to keep filling the mouth with ice cream.

"No, it's just a joke." Su Ming waved his hand, and he knew that the Sandman had no sense of humor at all, but this trial at least confirmed that the Sandman didn't know much.

Dreamland has not yet gotten out of control, and the unwritten stories are still in a stable situation, at least there is no 'coupling'.

"Ok."

Daniel, who didn't understand Journey to the West, was silent for a while. When the wind blew him to the hatch below the spaceship, he turned his head and asked the death knell:

"But what about oranges?"

After a long time, he still couldn't tell what a joke was.