The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

Constantine slowly raised his hands. Even though he knew that what was pressing against his back was only the tip of the umbrella, he still didn't move.

He raised his head to look at the ceiling, and then continued to lean back in this posture in a vain attempt to see the people behind him clearly, and then he was pulled on the shoulder by the umbrella, Constantine let out a cry of pain, and then turned to look at Schiller .

His eyes were a little puzzled, as if he didn't understand why Schiller took the umbrella back. While tidying up the umbrella, Schiller said, The one named Batman and the one named Gordon won't be able to find it here for a while. Since there is no one else, We don’t have to pretend any more.”

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 carefully stared at the ingredient list on it. , after just one glance, he smiled and said: This is a good product, it seems that the two of us are in the same boat...

As he said that, he unscrewed the cap of the bottle, then poured out a few pills and threw them into his mouth impatiently. As he walked towards the table in the basement, Schiller said, You don't need to hide the pills in your sleeve, there's no poison in them. It’s just an ordinary pain reliever.”

The two walked to the pool table in the basement, and Constantine pretended to be relaxed and said, I just think that the following conversation is not suitable for the state of being high.

Then give me back the medicine, it's a good product, and more importantly... As he spoke, Schiller looked at Constantine and said, as if pointing to him, ...it relieves pain quickly.

Konstantin stuffed the small medicine bottle into the inside pocket of his windbreaker smoothly, and covered it tightly.

Since you are so generous, it seems that I can't say anything today?

But it's very simple to say. 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 cluster of flames appeared in Schiller's hand , ignited the cigarette and then extinguished it.

Constantine asked playfully, Who are you contracting with? It's related to fire... Makes me think, some lava demon? Or a fireman?

Keep talking. Schiller took a puff of cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

Constantine thought that he didn't take the medicine that Schiller handed him, but Schiller smoked the cigarette he handed to Schiller. Constantine always felt that he had lost a city before the confrontation began.

Schiller really didn't care, no matter what Constantine added to the smoke, it would all be smoked into Gray Mist's body, and Schiller would be happy if hundreds of demon contracts were added to it. Accept, want an account? Go ask Gnar for it, the son's debt is paid by the father, it's only right and proper.

A few days ago, when I was still in a psychiatric hospital, a voice suddenly appeared in my ear. 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 power to a trapped poor guy.

Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it? The poor guy he said is in Gotham, so here I am.

The plan about the crazy wine I said before is true. I really want to get this magical thing. After all, such an interesting thing, who wouldn't want it?

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 that hapless guy.

You know Batman is Bruce Wayne?

Constantine was stunned for a moment, and he asked, Who else could it be? I knew it was Bruce the first time I saw his chin. Is he still an anonymous hero?

Constantine paused and said, Well, even if he wanted to be an anonymous hero, why would he show his chin?

I hear Bruce is a playboy, I can recognize the jaw of every guy I've slept with, courtesans sure can, he's not afraid of the women he's slept with, go around calling him Batman ?

If you told him this before his debut, maybe he would be willing to cover his chin.

Constantine touched his chin, and then continued: ...I deliberately said something to attract his attention. Taking this time, I observed him and figured out his behavior pattern and routine...

I found that he almost never leaves Wayne Manor for a long time. This is a trouble for me. I have to find a way to lure him out.

I kidnapped the little boy named Dick, and then successfully lured Batman here, but just like what I did last time, here is just an ash clone, and the clone is holding Batman here, while my main body is Went to Wayne Manor.

Here, I have to thank you, Professor Schiller. The theory you mentioned earlier inspired me. Although this trick is called Ash Clone, in fact, its use is more than just clone, or it is called 'clone ' of the teleportation.

When the ash clone exists, the clone can be transformed into the main body at any time, and the main body can also be converted into a clone. I can quickly teleport between the main body and the clone.

After my main body entered Wayne Manor, I met a somewhat strange little girl. She was full of fangs and had great strength. I didn't know that Batman had sex with something before giving birth to her...

But it doesn't matter. Anyway, I didn't intend to force my way in. Even if I did, I don't know where he locked that hapless guy. I pretended to be stopped and lay down on the ground. In this way, the Batman who came back would put him on the ground. I took me 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 were not here, I should have been celebrating by now Alcohol...

We can have a drink now, too, for your wonderful plan to play Batman.

Aren't you his teacher? Why do you seem to be a little gloating?

You don't understand, the biggest entertainment in our city is watching Batman.

Then why did you come here? Constantine asked.

Of course it's because, I know you are a complete liar, and there is no truth in your mouth.

When someone asks you, you give them a reasonable truth, if the person who asks you is not smart, then they will be fooled by you, and if they are a little smarter, you will reveal the truth behind the truth. The truth, and the truth is also a lie.

If people ask you again, you will reveal the truth behind the truth, but this is also a lie. Among these multiple layers of truth, they are all true, but none of them are true.

You want to say that you only tell the truth and never lie. This is true, but the truth you say is always reserved. Every word you say is part of the truth, but it is not the truth. It's like squeezing toothpaste.

Konstantin's hand holding the cigarette was a little stiff. He looked forward. Schiller took a sip of the cigarette, but also did not turn his head, but said:

I know this, so I've been staring at you. That's why I'm here. I want to see how many times you can squeeze toothpaste on this.

That is to say, for a period of time in the future, you will follow me lingeringly, I said...

Constantine made a dissatisfied expression and said, Since everyone is in the same industry, why can't we be considerate of each other? Seriously, who are you contracting with? Maybe we are old acquaintances.

Wait... Constantine rubbed his chin with a thoughtful expression, and said, I realized before that your dream was a little too real. You shouldn't be contracting the Oneiroi, right?

Then you are really lucky. Murphys is different from those simple-minded demons with well-developed limbs in hell. He is a person with taste and a beauty...

Do you know? Constantine, when you hide your true purpose in all kinds of flamboyant remarks, changing the subject is too rigid, and it will be easy to reveal your truth.

Constantine coughed twice, and just when he was about to ask, Schiller suddenly moved. He picked up the umbrella, turned to Constantine and said, The man you just fooled is here, I Go first, take care of yourself.

Wait, don't...

With two swishes, Constantine slowly raised his hands in the face of Batman who was throwing the bat dart, and he said: It was your good professor who asked me to do this, and all of this has nothing to do with me, I swear ...

What appeared in his field of vision was another fist the size of a sandbag.

Ten minutes later, Constantine was leaning against the corner again. He pulled his tie with his hand. Batman asked him, Is the story about the witch and the candy you said true?

Ahem, of course, I don't need to lie to you about this part, that's how Laurenna cultivates...

The children who ate the candy are equivalent to giving their souls to her. Now, Sanchez has become a monster. Those children...

It's useless, Laurenna has already sold the souls of all the children in her hands to the devil, and it's only a matter of time before the devil eats their souls.

Seeing Constantine's indifferent attitude, Batman couldn't help but punched him again. Constantine tilted his head, leaving a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He didn't care at all, and said with a cigarette in his mouth, Even if you Killing me won't change anything.

In the era when witches were active, they used this method to sacrifice tens of thousands of children. Although these children were deceived, they signed the contract voluntarily after all. Therefore, the way they died was only Sickness or accident, their parents would never associate these things with the occult.

If it wasn't for Laurenna's grandmother, the most powerful ghost mother in history, who violated the taboo of the mystical circle and was exposed, people wouldn't even know that such a person exists in this world.

I know, you want to save those children, and I want to, but it's too late now, Laurenna is not the first day to cooperate with Cooper, she has been here for too long, and the children who have eaten candy don't count number……

To what demon did she sell the child's soul?

Constantine shook his head and said: Hell is not just Satan as you think, there are so many demons there, there are many kinds of them, and their duties are different. 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 the price. The devil's favorite thing is the soul of the child conceived by the ghost mother herself. Therefore, every few years, Laurenna must conceive herself, and then give birth to this child. At the last moment, offer him to the devil with your own hands.

In the circle of mysticism, this is already a very good way of cultivation. Although pregnancy and childbirth are very harmful to a woman's body, at least she doesn't have to endure the torture of demons herself...

Batman stared at Constantine. He felt a little ridiculous about it. Keeping pregnant and then sacrificing his own child to the devil is already considered a good way of cultivation. How painful are the others?

Do you think it's unbelievable? But this is us. The world thinks that we are the holy spirit who controls the way of magic, but in fact, we are just prisoners held by the devil...

Constantine sucked the last puff of smoke into his lungs, and then exhaled a hoarse voice along with the smoke, echoing in the dark and gloomy basement.

So, don't try to use magic to resurrect someone... Batman.

Zhakang is an old liar.