Chapter 4686: return home

After dismissing the courier who wanted to see the monkey, as soon as the door was closed, a piece of dust rustled on the dilapidated door frame and hung on the spider web beside the door.

Pulling open the plastic bag in his hand and taking out the contents, Su Ming looked at the urn and nodded with satisfaction.

"That's right. Compared to the Ultraman style, I still prefer the Black Cat Sheriff style. Great, I've wanted such an urn in the past, but I haven't had a chance to buy it.

The path of this funeral shop is also very wild, the cat's head is carved vividly, the cat's eyes on the box are as wide as copper bells, even the beard is carved out, and the hair of the cat is completely visible.

But don't expect this kind of thing to be handmade, it must be done by a machine, and it is impossible to be a genuine copy with copyright.

Speaking of which, the funeral business has to keep pace with the times. In the past, old people liked traditional styles, such as carving some cranes or pines and cypresses. And when most of the dead are from Su Ming's generation, there will be a market for two-dimensional urns.

He spoke very emotionally, his eyes were full of emotion when he looked at the small box, Bobo couldn't tell whether it was a joke or the truth, so he could only say:

"I don't think living people can use this kind of thing? But it turns out that you have always been a cat party, no wonder Thousand Cats Dream likes to play with you.

"You're wrong again, my Bo."

Su Ming returned to the computer desk with the box in his hands, and corrected one of Bobo's statements:

"The dream of a dry cat looks like a cat, behaves like a cat, and holds it like a cat, but it is not a cat, but a dream of a thousand cats. It is a conceptual embodiment."

In the dreams of cats and cats, the cat is the main character and role: just like in people's dreams, whether it is themselves or others, human beings are the main characters.

Su Ming has seen many dreams, both sweet dreams and nightmares, but there is no pure "landscape dream", that is, the kind that does not have a living thing in it, but only natural scenery.

Because no matter what kind of beauty it is, it must be seen by living creatures before it can be recognized.

It sounds like the idealism of "the sun exists because of me, but dreams are the most idealistic, because people have no way to prove to others that it existed.

"Tsk, I see. By the way, why is there no such thing as Orangutan Dream?"

The black-haired detective squatted on the man's shoulder, looking straight at the urn, as if trying to see what was inside.

"Yes, orangutans also have their own dreams, their own Sandman."

As Deathstroke answered him, he opened the urn, took out the warranty card and the desiccant packet inside, and threw it aside.

"However, I guess your dreams don't belong to it, because ordinary orangutans only dream about how many more fruits they ate and how many female orangutans they ate every day. And your thoughts are human thoughts, except that you don't like humans. other than women."

"And all the Sandman are actually the same? Are they all Daniel?"

Xiao Fu orangutan nodded, and when he mentioned other orangutans, he also looked down upon him.

"Sandman is like this, it can be one, or it can be all. You can regard the dream of a dry cat as a Sandman, or you can regard it as a multiple personality of the Sandman, and you can even treat them as nonexistent. Because that's what dreams are."

After taking a puff of cigarette, Su Ming wiped his hands on his second vest, and then used the force to control the corpse under the table to fly up.

Then he didn't have any nostalgia anymore, mobilized his own cosmic energy in his hands, and patted lightly on the corpse.

How could the body of an ordinary person withstand this? In the blink of an eye, it was blown into a pool of flying ash in the colorful light and shadow.

Hanged is holding a lightsaber and waiting for the cauldron. When the handful of ashes fell from the air together by the force, it would pick up the ashes with a frying spoon, like cooking in a wok to catch all the ashes. , and then dunked into the open urn.

Just right, full of ashes, neither too much nor too little ashes burned by the host, exactly one box,

But Su Ming still had a look of regret on his face. He closed the lid of the box, put away his weapon and shook his head:

"It seems that I was really not

What a good person, I didn't burn the relics, I'm not even as good as the Virgin Mary on the Internet. "

"….….what."

The orangutan, who didn't know what to say, gave a perfunctory smile, because he didn't know how to answer the words. This was the first time he saw someone checking his ashes, and he still hated that they hadn't been burnt.

Besides, the bombardment with cosmic energy directly breaks the corpse into a molecular state. It is not cremation in the true sense. Where does the calcium salt recrystallize?

"Okay, five minutes is up, let's get down to business." The vest and big pants on Su Ming squirmed and deformed, turning into thick black and yellow armor again: "Gather our teammates first. , and then go straight to Huanglong.

"How to do it specifically?" The orangutan looked out of the window, the sky was bright outside, and it was not the night that Deathstroke liked.

"It's very simple, no matter whether this is the universe I used to live in or not, but Blank threw me here for another purpose." Su Ming took out his phone and shook it towards Bobo. Turned on the screen: " In the past, I was an ordinary person, and apart from being able to stay up late playing games and reading comics, I didn’t have any supernatural abilities. Blank probably knew this too, so she threw me here, and she was also imposing a psychological hint..."

Su Ming lit a cigarette and took a puff. Although it was his own corpse, the smell when it was cremated was not very good, so he needed some nicotine to suppress it while typing.

"Understood, she wants to imply that you have forgotten your superpowers, no, she wants to put an invisible **** on you."

The orangutan is also a little clever ghost. When Death Bell mentioned this, he immediately thought of it, and his pair of dark eyes suddenly became sharp.

"That's right, she wants me to go back to the old state, caring about this world, caring about everyone here." Deathstroke showed a dark smile, and he winked at the orangutan: "I told you before, Destroying the enemy's trap is very simple, first of all, don't be led by the nose."

After all, Deathstroke covered half of the screen of the phone with his hand, and showed it to the orangutan.

Loneliness + Alienation + Fear + Despair + Self-worth + Smile...

Bobo just read the beginning, and UU knew what it was by reading www.uukanshu.com. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the death knell, making sure that the other party was serious, and had already posted this string of formulas on social media After eating, the orangutan swallowed:

"You posted the Anti-Life Equation on Moments, so your former friends and colleagues would be infected soon, and then you control them to spread to more people?"

"Hehe, since I have this weapon in my hand, why not use it? Didn't I kill the real Darkseid for the dark concept and this anti-life equation he mastered? You don't think I'm really free Do you want to help the Justice League?"

The death knell turned off the screen of the phone, put it in the waist bag and packed it, and patted the waist with a relaxed expression:

"And you have to know that I have restrained enough, otherwise, I still have many ways to overturn the table."

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