Bobo stretched out his two paws and put them together, looking like begging, and sighed:
"I may not be able to act with you today. As you know, there are still many people in the Maya Kingdom waiting for me to save. Since I have been tricked in the pocket space, their secondary ones attached to the main dimension
There is no way to escape from the super dimension."
"Understood, your monkey head is still a king, even if the Maya dimension is given to others, no one wants it."
Su Ming waved his hand very generously, and the plastic sheets covered the entire bar and piled up into a hill:
"But I suggest you find a bodyguard before doing this. This kind of thin film can force the nightmare to leave the dream, but there are some stronger guys who will directly enter the main dimension."
"That's it. Well, then I'll contact Tracey's father." Bobo grabbed a handful of plastic pieces, jumped off the bar and walked towards the door at the back, which was the employee lounge: "I don't know.
What did that girl dream about?"
As mentioned before, Tracey's father is a cross church inquisitor, a paranoid religious maniac, full of ideas of punishing heretics on behalf of God, and has been facing off against various black wizards for many years.
His daughter seemed to be picked up. Teresa's mother died when she was one year and three months old. She entrusted the child to him before she died. However, this man turned around and gave the child to the Dark Night Master Jim who was still alive at the time.
Take care of him, he went to play with the black wizard again.
More than ten years have passed, and the girl has grown up. The irresponsible father may have only seen the child seven or eight times. Bobo can't remember clearly, because the guy doesn't come back every Thanksgiving.
But you can doubt his character, but you can't doubt his professional ability. When it comes to exorcism, he is no worse than Constantine, and is even more professional. At least he doesn't exorcise a demon once and then sacrifice a teammate.
Well, sacrifice one every seven or eight times. There is nothing you can do about it. As a spellcaster, there is a price for gaining power. Everything has been marked as a bargaining chip in secret.
As soon as the door was opened, everyone saw that the little bartender was not sleeping. She was silently chanting sutras to the wall with her eyes silently:
"Good guy." The orangutan was stunned for a moment, turned to look at Deathstroke, and pursed his lips: "Why is she still controlled by the anti-life equation? Which backup plan are you using?"
Although he knew that Deathstroke must have responded to the current situation, the black-haired detective did not expect that it was such a simple and crude prevention method.
I heard that the brains of people infected by the Anti-Life Equation may be damaged. In the past, Darkseid used a similar process to create demonoids. After controlling it, it was just a matter of instilling a hunger for fear in people.
"Treat the human brain as a position. Once I occupy it, Nightmare cannot occupy it. It's as simple as that." Su Ming motioned to Bobo to put up the plastic sheet, and walked around casually: "Don't worry about these details, you can't get out.
Question, by the way, why are there no customers in your bar today?"
The Forgotten Bar usually does a good business, because the environment here is relatively retro, and many sorcerers like it. It is a high-tech bar that is too trendy, and people don’t like to go there.
"Maybe people fell asleep on the way here." The orangutan didn't have time to think so much. He grabbed the girl's trouser legs and jumped on her shoulders, putting the plastic piece on the back of her head. When she started to wake up from a dream,
While swaying from side to side, he jumped down again: "Do you have any other plans today?"
"Waiting for news, waiting for the nightmare called Insomnia to be locked in position, I will go over and get him a set meal." Deathstroke lit a cigarette, took a deep sip, and found a chair in the lounge to sit down: "
One more thing, Bo, do you think the reality we live in will be a fictional dream for people at a higher level?"
"Why would you ask such a question?"
Bobo climbed onto Deathstroke's shoulder and reached out to touch his forehead to see if the man had a fever:
"Could it be that you have been influenced by nihilism? Well, assuming we are all in a dream now, what kind of state is considered waking up? It is nothing more than death, right? Then you should ask this question about death, no
People understand death better than she does."
Although Bobo had a different point of view and did not even agree with this conjecture, since Deathstroke asked, he still gave a suggestion.
After speaking for a while, Tracy had recovered. Her first reaction was to cough. Apparently she had said too many words and her throat was severely dry.
Nodding towards Bobo and Deathstroke, she turned around and ran out, went to the bar to get herself a drink, and showed off a whole bottle of Coke.
"Death?" Su Ming thought thoughtfully. Bobo's logic was correct. If life is like a dream, then the moment you wake up from the dream is when you die: "Your suggestion is good. Anyway, insomnia can be found in a short time."
If not, I will go to Death for a while first. Well, Mimi, does Death dream?"
"Of course she can meow, but she has never rested or slept, so naturally she won't have dreams."
Death only has one day off in the whole year, and she has to use this day to travel around and observe the situation in the world, and then she goes back to work.
There was no difference between day and night when it came to receiving the reincarnation of souls. The deceased people were all waiting in line, and she couldn't stop at all.
What the cat means is that she has the ability to dream, but she has never had a dream, which is a bit pitiful to say the least.
But that’s how the Endless family is. Everyone has their own responsibilities and everyone is a busy person. Cat himself is relatively free and likes to wander around.
By the way, we also have to exclude mother's night. Mother soaks in the water every day and falls asleep after a while, but her dreams are all nothingness, there is nothing in them, and nightmares will be attributed to Taixu, so
It is the ultimate crusher of all matter and immaterial matter.
"Okay, are you sure you don't want to go out to play with me?" Su Ming confirmed to Bobo again, because if he brought little Fu orangutan with him, someone would pick up on his jokes.
"Today is really bad. There are a lot of things that require me, an old gorilla." Bobo shook his head. Although he liked running around with Deathstroke, investigating some mysterious cases, and understanding the truth hidden in the world, he also had responsibilities.
To bear.
All the creatures in the Maia plane are still waiting for him to save. Now he has to find Tracy's father first, and Deathstroke is not on the way.
"Well, if you have anything, call me. Don't try too hard, you monkey, or die in the hands of the nightmare." Su Ming reached out and hugged the orangutan, patting him gently on his small back.
Then he walked out of the lounge and put him on the bar: "Thousand Cats Dream and I will go ahead and deal with the insomnia later, and then come over for a drink."
"Okay, but you have to bring your own drinks. Your Skywalker wine is better than mine." The orangutan grabbed the hat on the bar, shook it, put it on his head, put on the green deerstalker hat, and took the magnifying glass and pipe.
, this is the complete body of detective.
Deathstroke made an OK gesture and then disappeared in a blue light.