It was an incredibly simple dream. No one knew whose it was. The entire world seemed to contain only a black desert, a desert highway, and this rundown gas station by the roadside.
Logically speaking, if they encountered something like this in another dimension, the gas station would most likely be a "plot trigger." There ought to be something inside, or at least some clues.
But this was a dream, a dream within a dream. It was most likely a dream or illusion woven by Nyarlathotep, so Su Ming used his usual method to break it.
Even if clues were delivered right before his eyes, he would not look at them. Controlling his curiosity was the safest approach.
Though he said he was extremely curious about the thing Luthor had originally been carrying and had now lost, his heart itching like it was being scratched by a cat.
But without self-control, people were no different from animals. He had said that only to mislead Nyarlathotep, who might be lurking somewhere and watching them. What he actually intended to do had nothing whatsoever to do with finding lost property.
Remotely controlling Luthor's brainless body, he slowly walked toward the teammates waiting outside the gas station. Wind in the distance swept up black sand, sending it racing across the highway with an interesting rustling scrape.
So Su Ming dropped the man onto the road. The green armor slammed into the ground with a boom.
"ZzzZzz."
Even after being tossed like that, the bald man was still asleep. Because of the angle of his windpipe, he had even started snoring, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"He's still not awake? That's too ridiculous. Has he not slept for days? I'll wake him up."
Barry crouched down and tried to help the bald man sit up