Chapter 2368: Blind stupidity

Speaking of it, the streets are full of corpses and monsters [520www.biquge520.me], but the residents here are full of life. They know that the style of painting seems to be wrong, but they can just stick together.
The living and the dead, magic and technology, there are only unexpected things, nothing invisible here.
It's just that these things are abnormally distorted and deformed, and even a tree will grow tentacles to prey on passing pedestrians.
None of the beings on the road can communicate, but Superman's super hearing can still come in handy, because no matter what the it is, there will always be music.
Following the murmur that seemed to be a broken gong, Clark led the two to find a basement. Although there was no sign, it looked like a bar, because many monsters walked out there staggeringly, as if It's the appearance of drinking too much.
But when the three of them all walked down, they realized that it was more like a slaughterhouse. There was a huge meat ball in a fence in the dark underground with only torches illuminated.
It looks like a person with a tumor like a pig's head, or it may simply be a pig with a human head. The deformed body is more than ten meters high and the body is filled with colorful tubes.
These pipes are connected to the faucets. When a monster guest asks for wine, the headless mummy bartender in a white shirt and bow tie will unscrew one of the faucets and release a glass of blue pus. It looks like this is it. Wine in dimensions.
"Although I have never refused any narcotics in the past, I will not drink this wine." Hallie curled her lips. If the fat monster that stored thick juice was hidden behind the wall, these'drinks' would not be visible. She might want to have a drink.
But after seeing the rotten meat covered with abscesses and mushrooms, after a cup of pus was released from her belly, she said that no matter how strong the wine was, she would not come.
"Forget it, I'm not the legal drinking age." Little Superman also shook his head.
"We are here to inquire about news, not to bring you to drink." Su Ming would not want to have a cup of'flavored' body fluid. He squeezed the dense crowd in the bar, among the flies and various freaks. Walking in between, came to the bar.
At this moment the bartender was wiping the table, and the rag in his hand was a dead baby still attached to the umbilical cord, accompanied by a squeaky moist friction? The little guy chuckled.
The death knell knocked his knuckles on the counter table with his backhand? The bartender stopped his work. Although it had no head, he could feel a sight falling on him.
"Man? I want to find a woman."
Su Ming said so.
"Who isn't it? We all need a few women." The bartender, who had no head and no mouth, but was still able to speak, spoke? He spoke in standard Hawaiian English: "Welcome you, outsiders? Come crazy and no A constrained country? A heaven of reality in dreams."
"Is this a metaphor? Or is it..." Su Ming asked tentatively.
"Do you want wine?" The bartender drew a lump of sludge up from under the bar, and twisted it into a cup with both hands, like a clay sculpture: "A place has rules for a place. What do we have here is the truth? But for Pursuing the truth? There is a price to pay."
Su Ming smiled. He sat on a bar stool wrapped in human skin. Amidst the noise, he increased his own volume:
"Oh? I start to like you here. What is the currency in this dimension?"
"What do you think we need? We are carefree every day." The glass in the hands of the headless bartender has strangely hardened? He picked up a dead baby and stuffed it into the glass and wiped it carefully: " Everything can be a price? But is there any value? How much? It's all up to me."
Both arms of the death knell were placed on the bar, and Halle and Superman also sat beside him.
Under the faint light source of the torch swaying? He crossed his hands? He propped his head with the back of his hand? He smoked and said:
"I understand, the kingdom of dreams is full of unfinished stories and poems, which are the most precious treasure for them. In the corresponding nightmare, what you want is a puzzle with no answer. , The kind of mystery that can make you worry and worry, and lose your hair hand after hand."
Hallie raised Erlang's legs on the side, turned and leaned on the bar, looked at the dance floor where the demons were dancing, and laughed loudly:
"You bartender gave too many tips. First, you said the truth is worthless, and then mentioned that everyone is carefree. Who do you look down on for giving so many hints?"
"Oh, my fault, but the riddle about how many hairs I have is no longer valid. When the last outsider arrived, he used this to pay for the wine." The bartender put the wiped glass in his neck. In his chest, he said with emotion: "That's really a perfect man, chaotic, dark, mysterious, personable, full of temptation."
Su Ming laughed in the dim light, like the flow of cold wind: "Lucifer does have a fatal attraction to all kinds of creatures, but he doesn't like headless corpses. You will not have results, without a head. You are equivalent to missing seven holes at once and you are not competitive at all."
The bartender was stunned, shaking with a little sadness, reached in from his neck, took out the cup, turned around and put a glass of wine for himself, and poured it into his chest:
"It turns out that he is Lucifer, and it turns out that this is why he left in a hurry... But if you solve this mystery, you must compensate me for another one."
"What? You still don't make sense?" Little Superman's fist thumped on the bar.
The headless bartender began to scrub the glass again, and shrugged indifferently: "You can go out and have a look, is this a reasonable place? I probably guessed your purpose. If you want to know the truth, you have to click here. Play according to the rules."
"Then you also answer my question, wouldn't it be even?" Su Ming held onto Superman's shoulder and signaled him to be safe and restless. Perhaps the only bartender in this city is the real existence, on the street outside. Those monsters are just dreams.
Who is the headless bartender? An incarnation of some old days? Or what agent?
Su Ming doesn't want to know ~EbookFREE.me~ delving into these secrets too deeply will only cause troublesome consequences.
"Sorry, we just can't get in here." The bartender's voice sounded like he was laughing and crying: "Deal? Or leave?"
The death knell shook his head. He took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it on the side: "Well, then you are ready. It is not too simple to want a riddle without an answer, please listen to the question. The first question is, Tianchao Men's Football When will you win the World Cup?"
"...This is indeed a mystery." The bartender thought for a while, but had to admit that there was no answer.
Su Ming smiled lightly and put the cigarette back into his mouth: "The second question, if you have a sign at the door of your bar stating that guide dogs are not allowed inside, then is this for dogs or blind people? "
"Haha, the deal, a very standard unsolvable mystery." The bartender accepted the'remuneration' with some emotion, and took out a large piece of mud from under the bar, pinched out the blind man and the dog, and watched them groping. I walked out of the shop: "I know that the man you were looking for went there, followed the blind man and the dog, close your eyes, and the dream will see you."