The name Deadpool is not his original meaning in the United States, but a brand new term that appeared after the translation by Chinese translators. His English name is deadpool, but it can't be translated according to the evil gambling game deadpool, right? As we all know, Wade
He is a very "mean" person. Out of the spirit of fearless revolutionary optimism, he makes bets with those who are sick and dying about who will die first. He doesn't know when he started giving himself this name, which makes the Chinese translation work difficult.
In the end, he was named Deadpool because he carried two swords on his back and looked like a Japanese samurai, and the Japanese samurai's nickname came from the Chinese word "Servant".
It is precisely because Wade will never die that no matter how hard he tries, he will never die. This makes him scared when he really does die. He doesn't want to die, let alone disappear.
"You are a person who serves the goddess of death. What's wrong? Now you are afraid of death?" Yang smiled. Regarding the Deadpool in the dream world, his initial joy had slowly disappeared and turned into an indifferent attitude. He wanted to do it anyway.
disappeared. Both he and Chris knew that they could not save Wade, not even if Batman came. Dreams will always be dreams, and people in dreams should never try to escape, even if Yang Song entered
In the dream, only the owner of the dream can leave.
Wade pulled off the hood on his face, revealing his ugly and ferocious devil-like face. He smiled ferociously at Yang and said, "Then you are wrong. I am not afraid of death. What I am afraid of is just disappearing. I will never die.
"
Chris had long given up his expectations and said to Yang: "The bat light is on. Regardless of whether Batman comes or not, let's wake this old gentleman up first."
At this time, the possessed man, one of the three old men, had long since woken up. However, due to the three people here, the man had been huddled in the corner and did not dare to say anything. He only glanced at the strangely dressed Deadpool from the corner of his eye from time to time.
, and when Deadpool took off his hood, he immediately screamed.
"Is there anyone in this dream world who doesn't know superheroes?" Chris was stunned, and then walked towards the man with Yang.
The corner of Wade's mouth twitched for a while, but these two people actually ignored his words? Did they think that he was going to disappear soon? He suppressed the impatience in his heart and decided to follow these two people and wait and see what happened.
"Hey, are you still conscious?" Yang half-crouched in front of the man and waved his hand.
It was getting late, and even with the starlight in the sky and the bat lights on the rooftop, it was still not possible to see clearly. The man was a little scared and wanted not to answer, but he did not dare not to answer. He could only bite the bullet and said: "Yes...
a little."
"That's good, can you wake up now?" In Yang's eyes, the figures of the man and the old man were still overlapped. The possessed body was still clearer, but the figure of the old man was still illusory.
"What? Am I dreaming?" the man said with a confused look on his face.
Yang and Chris looked at each other and took a few steps back. Chris whispered: "It's been a whole day now, right? Why hasn't he woke up yet?"
"I don't know. According to the most normal rules, no matter how stupid a person is, he will have at least one lucid dream in a day. This is especially true in Yang Song's dream. He is not awake yet. There are only two possibilities, either
Either his consciousness has deteriorated to the point where he is unable to struggle, or he is really about to die." Yang frowned.
Chris looked at Wade, who had put on his mask again, with a straight face, and said, "What's wrong with you?"
"I'm just listening, listen." Wade sneered and took a few steps back, then turned his attention to the man who didn't look like he was going to die. He looked too focused and slow.
He slowly tilted his head. In fact, he meant no harm in his heart, but he felt chills all over the man. He could not forget that this guy in strange clothes and a hood was a scary guy with a demonic face.
"Let's try waking him up." Chris finally decided.
After that, the two of them came to the man's side again. At this time, several minutes had passed since the bat light was turned on, and there was still no shadow of Batman. The two of them had long given up on the unrealistic idea that Batman would appear.
The fantasy was over, and Wade was left waiting bitterly.
"You! You! What are you going to do!" The man said with trembling lips. He was really scared of these two people.
"Don't worry, we don't mean any harm, we just want to tell you something." Chris decided to use the most original and effective way to wake up the old man hiding behind the man.
This method couldn't be simpler. Chris smiled and said, "Have you ever discovered that you are actually dreaming?"
"What?" The man had no idea what this guy was talking about.
Chris continued: "You are dreaming. Everything in front of you is unreal. You can try to see the ground."
The man looked at the ground obediently, not because he believed Chris, but because the guy in strange clothes had been staring at him for three minutes. He thought that guy might be the bodyguard of the two people in front of him. If he didn't obey, maybe
They will also turn themselves into their bodyguards…
"I will never become such an ugly guy..." The man looked deeply at Wade, then looked at the ground intently.
"Have you noticed that the ground in front of you is very unclear? Can you clearly see the texture and gravel on the ground?" Chris's voice was a little tired, but it contained the deep magnetism that only students majoring in broadcasting have. This kind of '
A professional voice is also a way to gain others' trust. At least this man is really looking at the ground seriously.
"It looks normal! There is nothing unclear about it." The man found that what he saw was different from what the man said, but he did not dare to lie, so he could only reply weakly.
"You really can't see clearly?" Chris frowned. It seemed that the situation was not good. The man seemed to be dying, and his consciousness was not functioning in the dream.
"Yes, no, I think it's a little strange when you say that..." The man looked at Chris suspiciously, and seemed to find something different, but he shook his head and blinked before disappearing.
.
"Is there any?" Yang was a little impatient. He still had a large wound on his body. He just wanted to get rid of this old guy and return to the real world quickly.
"No, maybe the light was too dark and I was dazzled," the man said.
Yang turned his head in disappointment. He couldn't wake up on his own in a day, and now he can't wake up even with simple guidance. This old guy will probably die when the dream is over, and there is no need to help him.
Chris didn't give up. If the simple method didn't work, he would try a more complicated method. There would always be a way to wake him up. He thought much more than Yang. Bonnie tortured Yang Song to death over and over again. In the real world
I don’t know how many people died inside. If they don’t perform meritorious services, they will definitely be dealt with. Moreover, they are not the only choice now. Xie Wei and Xie Guangyou are currently cultivating Chinese local lucid dreamers at any cost, and they can completely replace them.
them.
"Something must be done..." Chris believed that the old man in front of him was the only hope to keep his team in the future, so he would not give up.
"I'm telling you..."
Chris and the man were talking to themselves, while Yang helplessly followed and added. The three of them ignored Wade, who stood aside and alternated between illusion and reality. He had been listening to Chris's words carefully.
, and looked at the man's eyes getting brighter and brighter, even forgetting that he was no longer able to resist and was about to be forcibly 'disappeared' by the dream concept.