Chapter 2303: The end of the faceless man

Dreamland, half an hour later.
"It's really tragic." Bobo squatted on the shoulders of the death knell with a pitiful look, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke: "There are no other breathing creatures in the city except us, but I didn't even see a corpse. Could it be the kind of'Schrodinger's murder' you once told Barry?"
As long as they don’t enter the house to see, the faceless residents in various buildings are actually in an ‘unsteady state’, and no one knows whether they are dead or alive.
"Less than 50,000 people, it took a little time." Su Ming shrugged, strangling white with blood while cleaning himself, while slowly retracting into the host's body: "I have completed step one, and then solve the crack brush. Strange question. After these arrangements are made, we can go to see the progress of Lucian's work. I hope he is enthusiastic enough."
After speaking, he took off the cloak behind him and turned it into a flying carpet, allowing the orangutan and the doctor to go up.
The female doctor didn't do anything along the way, she just touched her lower abdomen, looking thoughtful.
She knew two things. First, the man in the black and yellow armor uniform was terribly strong. Second, compared with his force, his dark tactics are more dangerous.
Originally, faceless people were scattered around to work, and it was not easy to catch them all at once, but the death knell only did one thing and brought them all back.
Quite simply, he secretly set fires around the city.
The death knell told her and the orangutan that when a group of people arrived in an unfamiliar area, the
group effect
would make them unite and help each other like ants to deal with various threats brought by the unknown environment.
This is the current state. If the mindset of faceless people is to imitate human behavior in all aspects, then this can be used.
Use their unity, use their mutual assistance.
So as to catch all the nets.
At that time, all the faceless people who saw the smoke soaring into the sky came, and those who kept talking about "work" and "work" were changed to "fire fighting", and they swarmed from all directions, difficult. Fighting against the continuous fires in the city.
It was a fire caused by napalm bombs, and they couldn't extinguish it with buckets and sand.
In the end, they all died in the hands of the death knell waiting to work, died in the ambush of the orange light ghost, or the weird black tentacles.
Sneak attacks launched in dense smoke are unpredictable, and the force of both sides is not on the same level.
What's more, these numb faceless people didn't even think about resisting. Even if they were strangulated and wrapped their necks, their faces would still be like ‘@_@’.
Perhaps to make the orangutans feel better, the death knell also controlled the ghosts and symbionts to drag the faceless people into the house and kill them, avoiding the scene. From this perspective, he may be the real animal protectionist.
Climbing on the flying carpet, the two apes came to the bottom of the huge rift and sent orange light ghosts to slaughter the faceless people who kept falling. The death knell stared at the rift and thought silently.
It was like a hole in the sky, like a glass bead that was thrown out of a crack, and there was a black spot in the bright and exaggerated blue sky like an oil painting, which seemed even more dangerous and mysterious.
On the other side of the rift, I don’t know where it is, but the kingdom of dreams is the dimension of the Sandman. He is a member of the endless family and a representative of the realization of concepts.
Then the space that can connect with this dimension and initiate a reverse invasion is at least the same class as the dream country.
The rules, energies, and forms of existence on the other side are completely unknowable, so blindly rushing to solve the problem is not feasible. Fighting in a strange place is tantamount to giving up ‘geographical advantage’, which is unlucky.
But this fissure exists here, and the faceless man is continuously discharged like a fly laying eggs. If this is not resolved, it will not work, otherwise it will not take long before their number will skyrocket again.
"Is it difficult?" Bobo took a cigarette and stared at the crack in his head: "I have a way for the orangutan, I don't know if it is appropriate to talk about it?"
Su Ming smiled and rubbed Bobo’s head: "Do you think that this level will embarrass me? I'm a death knell. There are ways, but it's a pity that these faceless people die in vain. I'm thinking about how to do it. There is already a way to use them for profit."
The Detective Orangutan cocked his mouth. Of course he knew that the death knell had a way, but the way he was thinking just scared him. He didn't want the death knell to come up with a plan that was too or too abnormal, nor was it too frightening.
For example, flying over and grabbing two petals of the sky, pulling them together abruptly, and then nailing them with staples.
Popo doesn't know whether the death knell can do this, but even if it can do it, it's best not to.
This is the country of dreams. There are many people with mixed eyes, and it is always bad to expose too many cards and strength. This is for the sake of death knell.
"Give me the phone." Su Ming, secretary of the orangutan, stretched out his hand and hooked his finger: "Do you have a call from Beelzebub here?"
"Do you ask me if I have the phone number of the Hell Lord?" The orangutan handed over the phone, but his eyes turned into a dead fish shape: "Do you think I will have it? I am a harmless orangutan, although I have to live in In the magic world, my soul is as pure as an angel."
Su Ming flipped through the address book and looked at the orangutan in surprise: "Oh, I didn't expect that you really have the contact information of an angel. Is this Gabriel the one I know?"
Bobo's monkey head moved in a different direction, and glanced at the number and remarks. Under the string of numbers, there were two words written-‘Vagrant Gay’.
"Yes, this is the Gabriel with the chrysanthemum blooming everywhere." Bobo sighed and scratched his head speechlessly: "I want to change my mouth now. After all, I think I am much purer than the angels. Is it too late?"
"Don't want you to think, I want me to think." Su Ming said clearly, took off the mask and dialed the phone, raising an eyebrow: "But you are right, Gabriel is indeed a bit dirty."
Gabriel of Earth 0 has fallen into the sky a long time ago and has been fooling around in the United States. He has lost his wings and sword of justice, and was given a set of genital organs by his old friend Lucifer to make a living.
He has no money and no sense of work. He can only sleep in places like parks, subway stations, or under bridges, and he is willing to sell his body for a hamburger and a bottle of spirits. Both men and women do.
But this is also good, that is, now that the angels are in a period of inexplicable madness, he is definitely not affected. After all, his belief in the seventh heaven has been shaken, and he can't even figure out whether he is an angel or a devil.
Doctor Xavier looked surprised, UU reading www.uukanshu. com, he looked at the appearance of the death knell calling, and asked the orangutan next to him: "Can you call here?"
"This is the country of dreams. It represents one of the apexes of the mysterious side. Various communication networks have long been covered." Bobo exhaled a mouthful of smoke, saying like a big boss: "Don't talk about making calls, Jobs continues to design fruit phones here, and there is a production line exclusively for the residents of Dreamland. Do you want Fruit 24Plus?"
"Uh...Forget it, if you take it out, others will think it is a copycat?" Dr. Quezel refused. She didn't want to use the phone designed by the soul of the deceased, and felt frustrated.
Bobo nodded, as if feeling sad: "That makes sense. If no one knows the genuine product, it will become a fake. The same is true in our world."
While the psychiatrist was chatting with the orangutan, the phone in Death Knell's hand was connected.
"Hey?"
A hoarse voice that could no longer be hoarse gave a mosquito-like response, so weak that he would die in the next second.