About five minutes later, Deathstroke emerged from the "crime scene," shaking his head as he walked, his expression somewhat strange.
Dim light fell over him, making him look a little lonely. But whatever he was muttering under his breath clearly had nothing to do with gourmets. All they heard was him talking to Strangle to himself:
"So that kind of position works too? No, normal creatures can't—and shouldn't—do that."
"Eek."
The Black Bean Sprout on his shoulder had a somewhat vacant look in its crescent-shaped eyes as well. Clearly, it had been shocked by the past reflection shown by the Time Stone.
"What exactly did you see?"
Hela leaned closer with a curious expression. Deathstroke had deliberately gone off alone to investigate by the pool just now, and the hedges had blocked the past that should have been revealed, so she had seen nothing.
But judging by Deathstroke's baffled yet amused expression, he had probably witnessed something funny.
"Don't worry about the details. You only need to know that Death learned quite a few things from Deadpool. Blegh." Su Ming dry-heaved, then quickly waved Hela off to stop her from asking further. He glanced at Thanos beside him and changed the subject. "The bad news is that someone concealed the Timeline. A mysterious black-robed figure took Death away."
"Then what's the good news? Do all you humans like talking this way?" Thanos narrowed his eyes.
That was what he disliked about humans: they always beat around the bush and dragged things out.
"The good news is that we're looking for similar black-robed figures too. Now we're in the same boat, Thanos. I have a proposal." Deathstroke handed Thanos a cigarette. The ordinary cigarette looked like a needle in that huge purple hand. "We find this group together. When the time