A few minutes later, in a garden by the street, Gwen watched with great interest as the Symbiote sucked the drug dealer's brains out.
That unlucky bastard had refused to cooperate with Deathstroke's questioning, and sure enough, he had died easily. Seeing the hole blown through the top of his skull and the black tendrils sucking until his eyes rolled back, Gwen smiled happily.
"This is so much fun. So this is how Symbiotes eat people? Are the bodies of comic book characters built the same way as normal people?"
She was doing more than applauding; she had almost wanted to try the man's brains herself. Maybe the brains of comic book characters tasted like ice cream. Otherwise, why would Symbiotes like eating brains so much?
"The world we live in isn't imaginary. Or rather, when you exist on the same level as it, it is reality." Su Ming withdrew the tendrils and rolled his neck as he digested the memories. "That was a real dead man, and those were real brains."
The park was silent late at night. Amid the rustling leaves, the headless corpse slowly toppled onto the grass, and the two pistols in its arms fell out as well.
"They say that once people die, their pants won't stay up and their shoes fall off easily. I didn't expect it to be true."
The girl knew this was reality. She believed she had been subjected to Dimensional Descent, but she truly found it hard to sympathize with strangers. This was no different from reading a comic book.
What normal person got gnawed to death by a Symbiote? What she saw was too science-fictional to feel real instead.
Her eyes lit up, and she bent down to pick the two pistols out of the pool of blood. She