Constantine slowly raised his hands. Even though he knew that what was against his back was just the tip of the umbrella, he still did not move.
He raised his head to look at the ceiling, and then continued to lean back in this posture to see the person behind him clearly. Then he was hit on the shoulder by an umbrella. Constantine let out a cry of pain, and then turned to look at Schiller.
.
His eyes were a little confused, as if he didn't understand why Schiller took back the umbrella. Schiller arranged the umbrella and said: "The guy named Batman and the guy named Gordon won't be able to find them here for a while. Since there is no one else,
We don’t have to pretend anymore.”
"Tell me, what are you doing in Gotham?"
Before Constantine could speak, Schiller took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and threw it to Constantine. Constantine caught it with his hand, held it in front of his eyes, and stared at the ingredient list carefully.
, after just one glance, he showed a smile and said: "This is a good product. It seems that the two of us are of the same mind..."
As he spoke, he unscrewed the bottle cap, poured out a few pills and threw them into his mouth. Schiller walked to the table in the basement and said, "You don't need to hide the pills in your sleeves. There's no poison in them."
It’s just an ordinary analgesic.”
The two walked to the pool table in the basement, and Constantine pretended to be relaxed and said: "I just feel that the following conversation is not suitable to be carried out in a high state."
"Then give me back the medicine, it's a good product, and more importantly..." As he said that, Schiller looked at Constantine and said, as if on purpose: "...it's very painful."
Constantine refused to eat, and smoothly stuffed the small medicine bottle into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, covering it tightly.
"Since you are so generous, it seems that I can't say no today?"
"But the thing is very simple. A mysterious person contacted me and asked me to deliver a package." Constantine took out a cigarette and lit it. He handed it to Schiller, and a flame appeared in Schiller's hand.
, lit the cigarette and then extinguished it.
Constantine asked playfully: "Who are you contracting with? It has something to do with fire... Let me think about it, some lava demon? Or a fire torturer?"
"Continue." Schiller took a puff of cigarette and exhaled the smoke.
Constantine thought that he did not take the medicine that Schiller handed him, but Schiller smoked the cigarette that he handed to Schiller. Constantine always felt that he had lost the battle before the battle even started.
Schiller really didn't care. No matter what Constantine added to the smoke, it was all drawn into Hui Wu's body. Schiller would be happy if hundreds of demon contracts were added to it. The power is all based on the order.
Collect and want an account? Go and ask Nar for payment. It is only natural that a son pays his debt to his father.
"About a few days ago, when I was still in the psychiatric hospital, a voice suddenly appeared in my ears. At that time, I thought I was really crazy."
"He said he could help me solve a little trouble, but the price is that I need to help him give a kind of power to a trapped unlucky guy."
"Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it? The unfortunate guy he was talking about was in Gotham, so I came here."
"What I said before about the crazy wine plan is true. I really want to get this magical thing. After all, who wouldn't want such an interesting thing?"
"But I do have another purpose, which is to get close to Batman, find out his whereabouts, lure him out, and then enter Wayne Manor to rescue the unlucky guy."
"You know Batman is Bruce Wayne?"
Constantine was stunned for a moment, and he asked: "Who else could it be? I knew he was Bruce the first time I saw his chin. Is he still an anonymous hero?"
Constantine paused and said, "Well, even if he wants to be an anonymous hero, why would he show his chin?"
"I heard that Bruce is a playboy. I can recognize the chin of everyone I have slept with, and the courtesans can certainly do it too. He is not afraid of the women who have slept with him, and they go around shouting that he is Batman.
?"
"If you had told him this before he debuted, maybe he would be willing to cover his chin."
Constantine touched his chin, and then continued: "...I deliberately said something to attract his attention. During this time, I observed him and figured out his behavior pattern and routine..."
"I found that he rarely left Wayne Manor for a long time. This was a problem for me. I had to find a way to lure him out."
"I kidnapped the little boy named Dick, and then successfully led Batman here, but it's just like what I did last time. What's here is just an ashes clone. The clone is here to drag Batman, and my body is
Went to Wayne Manor."
"Here, I have to thank you, Professor Schiller. The theory you mentioned before inspired me. Although this move is called Ashes Clone, in fact, it has more uses than clones, or it is called '
The teleportation of the clone."
"When the Ash End clone exists, the clone can be transformed into the main body at any time, and the main body can also be transformed into the clone. I can quickly teleport between the main body and the clone."
"After my body entered Wayne Manor, I met a strange little girl. She was full of fangs and had great strength. I don't know what kind of ghost Batman slept with to give birth to her...
"
"But it doesn't matter. I didn't plan to break in anyway. Even if I broke in, I don't know where he kept the unlucky guy. I pretended that I was stopped and lay on the ground. In this way, Batman who came back would put
I took him to the place where he usually imprisons others..."
"Sure enough, he did this. After I successfully delivered the package, I turned the me in Wayne Manor into a clone, and the main body returned here. If you weren't here, I should have been celebrating by now.
liquor……"
"We can also have a drink now to help you with your wonderful Batman plan."
"Aren't you his teacher? Why do you seem to be a little gloating about his misfortune?"
"You don't understand, the biggest entertainment activity in our city is watching Batman."
"Then why are you here?" Constantine asked.
"Of course it's because I know you are a complete liar and there is not a word of truth in your mouth."
"When someone asks you, you give them a reasonably reasonable truth. If the person asking you is not smart, they will be fooled by you. If they are a little smarter, you will reveal the truth behind it.
The truth, and this truth is also a lie."
"If people question you again, you will reveal the truth behind the truth, but it is also a lie. Among these many layered truths, they are all true, but none of them is true."
"You want to say that you only tell the truth and never lie. This is also true, but the truth you tell is always reserved. Every word you say is part of the truth, but it is not the truth.
Everything is like squeezing out toothpaste."
Constantine's hand holding the cigarette was a little stiff, and he looked forward. Schiller took a puff of the cigarette, but also did not turn his head, but said:
"I know this, so I've been keeping an eye on you. That's why I'm here. I want to see how many times you can squeeze out toothpaste from this thing."
"That is to say, for a period of time in the future, you will always be following me. I said..."
Constantine made a dissatisfied expression and said: "Since we are all in the same industry, why can't we be more considerate to each other? Seriously, who are you contracting with? Maybe we are still old acquaintances."
"Wait a minute..." Constantine touched his chin with a thoughtful expression, and said, "I discovered before that your dream was a bit too much. Could it be that the one you contracted with is the Dream God?"
"Then you are really lucky. Morpheus is different from the simple-minded and well-developed demons in hell. He is a man of taste and a beauty..."
"You know what? Constantine, when you hide your true purpose in all kinds of fancy remarks, if you change the subject too rigidly, it will be easy to reveal your secret."
Constantine coughed twice. Just when he was about to ask, Schiller suddenly moved. He picked up his umbrella, turned to Constantine and said: "The person you just tricked is here. I'll go first."
Let's go, please take care of yourself."
"Wait, don't..."
With two "swish" sounds, Constantine faced Batman who threw the batarang, slowly raised his hands, and said: "Your good professor asked me to do this, and all this has nothing to do with me, I swear
…”
What appeared in his field of vision was another fist as big as a sandbag.
Ten minutes later, Constantine was leaning against the wall again. He tugged on his tie with his hand. Batman asked him: "Is the story you told about witches and candies true?"
"Ahem, of course. I don't need to lie to you about this part. This is how Laurenna practices..."
"A child who eats candy is equivalent to giving his soul to her. Now, Sanchez has turned into a monster. Those children..."
"It's useless. Laurenna has long sold the souls of all the children in her hands to the devil. It's only a matter of time before the devil eats their souls."
Batman saw Constantine's indifferent attitude and couldn't help but punch him. Constantine tilted his head, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He didn't care at all, but still held a cigarette in his mouth and said: "Even if you
Beating me to death won't change anything."
"In the era when witches were active, they sacrificed thousands of children in this way. Although these children were deceived, they signed the contract voluntarily after all. Therefore, the way they died was just
Illness or accident, their parents would not associate these things with the occult at all."
"If Laurenna's grandmother, the most powerful ghost mother in history, had not violated the taboos of the mysterious circle and was exposed, people would not even know that such a person existed in the world."
"I know you want to save those children, and I do too, but now it's too late. This is not the first day Laurena has cooperated with Cooper. She has been operating here for too long, and there are countless children who have eaten candy.
number……"
"What demon did she sell her child's soul to?"
Constantine shook his head and said: "Hell is not just Satan as you think. There are many demons there. They are of many kinds and have different duties. Whichever ability Laurenna wants to use, she will use it."
Which demon did she sell her soul to, and no one knows how many abilities she has used over the years..."
"Of course, even in this way, she has to pay a price. What the devil likes most is the soul of the child conceived by the ghost mother. Therefore, every few years, Laurenna must get pregnant herself, and then the child will be born.
The moment before, he sacrificed his own hands to the devil."
"In the circle of occultism, this is already a very good way of cultivation. Although pregnancy and childbirth are very harmful to a woman's body, at least she does not have to endure the torture of demons herself..."
Batman stared at Constantine. He felt a little ridiculous about this. Constantly getting pregnant and then sacrificing his own children to the devil could be considered a good way to practice. So how painful is the rest?
"Do you find it incredible? But this is us. People in the world think that we are the Holy Spirits who control the way of magic, but in fact, we are just prisoners held in the palm of the devil..."
Constantine took the last puff of cigarette into his lungs, and then exhaled a hoarse voice along with the smoke, echoing in the dark and gloomy basement.
"So, don't think about using magic to resurrect anyone...Batman."