The Death Knell

Well, Bobo admitted that he was still speechless by the death knell.

What kind of things did he show himself? A strange person with a head like a duck egg carved on the wood, and the box was red and white. Would a normal person really choose this kind of urn?

But thinking that the death knell was for his own use, Bobo didn't say a word. After all, it's best to respect the opinions of the parties involved in choosing an urn.

To be honest, Detective Orangutan is well-informed and knows that cremation is popular in the big eastern countries, so there is such a thing as an urn.

But in the United States, everyone uses coffins, and the size of those things allows artists to have more room to play.

The death knell on the side seemed to be able to see through his thoughts, nodded, put the phone back and continued to search, and said in his mouth:

"Actually, it would be better to use a coffin. I can also order a sliding cover, and the entry and exit are more ceremonial."

"Why don't you get a foldable one? So that the dead body can do sit-ups in it?"

The orangutan complained, seeing that the death knell was not affected, he was also relieved, climbed up to the man's shoulder with a pipe in his mouth and sat down:

"Okay, Slade, let's get down to business. Since this corpse is your former self, then this is your former home, so this world is most likely where you used to live, right?"

"I don't dare to say absolutely, it's just possible." Su Ming lit a cigarette, stuffed it into his mouth and smoked: "But you should also be able to think of several other possibilities, so I won't emphasize them. Maybe in a dream."

In fact, there is not much difference, even if Blank obtained his own memory from somewhere, if he reproduced such a world with his memory, then this place is no different from the place Su Ming is familiar with, and has the same home court advantage.

Of course, my previous self didn't have the habit of drilling sewers, so I was really unfamiliar with the underground in the city.

"I'll give it a try." Bobo pinched his arm bluntly, grinning in pain: "Uh, it shouldn't be a dream, it hurts, and it may have been bruised."

"Our understanding of dreams is very limited. In other cosmic systems, whether there is pain in dreams is another matter." Su Ming calmly put away his mobile phone. He has already bought the urn, and the city express will soon Will deliver: "And we're in this universe, I'm thrown right here, the whole thing is a bit too deliberate, don't you think?"

This incident cannot be a coincidence, and it is not a probability that the murderer returned to the scene of the crime and returned to the place where he died.

Su Ming is 90% sure that Blank threw himself here, either for the purpose of disturbing his mind, or setting some traps for delaying time, or both.

But as I said before, Su Ming knew that this single universe was a trap, so Su Ming came in with the mentality of clearing the trap.

Since Blank wants to prepare traps, let her prepare them. Su Ming wants to see what tricks she can play with her rigidity.

"It's really deliberate..." The orangutan took a puff of cigarette, took out his small stainless steel jug from his arms, and took another sip. The stimulating taste of pure whiskey made him grin: "However, if she just gave it to you Showing the body you've used before won't affect your mentality, we've seen a lot of dead people."

Not to mention anything else, Death Knell may be the most stable person Bobo has ever met.

Many superheroes have emotional control problems, even Superman is no exception, he will have loss, fear, and pain, which is why Batman thinks he is human.

But Deathstroke doesn't. He has maintained absolute emotional stability during the mission, which is so stable that it is frightening, like a machine specially made for missions.

"Ah, indeed, if it were me, I would at least draw some profane paintings on the corpse, or simply design a booby trap under the corpse, the kind that blows up the ceiling with intestines. "Su Ming took a puff of cigarette and patted the security uniform on his lap: "But Blank didn't seem to want to do this, so how can you say she is rigid.

"Okay, it's almost time, and Deadpool still hasn't sent over. Are you sure he can find you no matter what the situation is?" The orangutan changed the subject. Anyway, from the display of the dead body, there is no difference. that's it.

"Well, but Wade's belt and his people are cheap, just like his self-healing ability, it can be fast or slow, it's completely random."

Putting the security uniform that he didn't like in the past into his pocket again, Su Ming checked what other things he could take away in the rental house. Although they were all old and worthless things, their emotional value was also valuable. A sort of.

Especially this security suit, I used to think it was ugly and fat, but now that the times have changed, I might still be able to wear it when I play "role-playing" with Harley.

"In that case, we don't have to wait for him, anyway, no matter where you are, he can be sent directly to you, so we should go to someone else first, for example, that big purple-skinned guy, by the way, I think Your other two friends don't seem to like Thanos very much, so, he's an alien?"

Bobo understands Deathstroke. In his eyes, aliens have no human rights. They are almost like chickens, ducks or pigs. They can be consumables or consumer goods.

""Isn't this obvious? Although there are purple-skinned abnormal races on my 40K earth, Thanos is famous in our universe. He once snapped his fingers and turned half of the creatures in the universe into ashes. , I was still playing games with the Laughing Bat on Earth 0."

The death knell probably mentioned the great achievements of the Mad Titan, and recognized Bobo's opinion, and went out to find Thanos first in a while. He is not a very stable factor:

"But we have to wait for a while. I called the city courier to pick up the urn for me. The store is not too far away. If you calculate the time, it should be here soon."

While talking, there was a knock on the door outside the small room, UU reading www.uukanshu. com Thin walls can't block the voices outside:

"Is anyone home? Your delivery!"

This small dilapidated rental house is located in a village in the city, surrounded by poor people, and the environment is very poor. The courier's attitude is a little impatient, which is understandable.

"Hehe, I said Cao Cao will be there soon. It's pretty fast." Su Ming asked Hang Sha to hide the body on the computer chair under the table, and he carried Bobo to open the door. His body began to change, and his face changed into his old self. In the same way, the blue armor has also turned into a pair of underpants and a vest: "Here we come, why don't you hurry!"

As soon as the door opened, the courier was also in a hurry, stuffed the urn wrapped in a plastic bag into Su Ming's arms, and turned around to leave, but before leaving, he asked:

"Brother, the monkey is not bad, how much did you pay for it?

The orangutan was about to correct the other party's words, but was covered by the death knell. At this time, the ordinary-looking mercenary replied with a smile:

"Monkeys are not for sale."