The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman

This night, the rain in Gotham was extraordinarily cold, bringing with it misery other than the chill, making people shiver from head to toe.

A figure wobbled out of the dark alley, leaned against the wall and began to vomit, then coughed violently, muttering a bunch of messy words, when he finally moved to a step, Illuminated by the street lamps was Constantine's haggard face.

He hiccupped and leaned weakly against the cold wall, his body exuded a terrible stench. Judging from the two shoe prints on his windbreaker, he should continue to smoke marijuana because he had no money, and Get kicked out.

But his drug addiction has been committing. The hand that lit an ordinary cigarette was so shaking that he couldn't even strike a match. He tried several times, but there was no progress except wasting a few matches. Constantine sighed and put The cigarette was put back in his pocket again.

Suddenly, he saw a light of fire appeared on the other side of the wall, stretching towards him.

Constantine's eyes lit up immediately, he immediately took out the cigarette, leaned his head over, and lit the cigarette by the fire. He took a puff of smoke freely, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, Thanks, buddy.

But in the next second, he was so startled that he almost jumped up from the ground, because the face that appeared on the other side of the wall was Bruce with clown makeup.

What the hell are you doing?! Constantine exclaimed, If I hadn't turned on the spirit vision, I would have thought it was that lunatic! Wait a minute, aren't you him?

Turning on the vision of the spirit world again, Constantine checked Bruce's soul from top to bottom, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, Oh, it's okay, you're not him... Wait, why did you put on this makeup? Now it's Is it Halloween?

Constantine turned his brain still immersed in drug addiction a little bit. In retrospect, April Fool's Day must have passed, and he hasn't offended Batman recently.

Constantine crouched opposite Bruce, watching his face carefully.

He found that the makeup didn't seem to be painted on, Bruce's face seemed to be soaked in some chemical agent, the skin became wrinkled and turned into an unhealthy pale color, and the lips were extra red because of the chemical The preparation had peeled the skin off his lips, and the redness was blood.

Constantine narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to ask, he saw Bruce take out a cigar from his pocket and light it. Then, Constantine smelled a familiar smell.

He opened his eyes wide, showing the most shocked expression since birth, and then suddenly turned into anger.

He snatched the cigar from Bruce's hand, threw it on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and said in a raised voice, Batman!!! Are you crazy?!!! Do you know what you're smoking ?!!!!

Bruce leaned on the wall and said, Of course I know, isn't it the kind of cigarette you usually smoke? Even the smell is exactly the same, of course, I know, this kind of thing is called medicine here...

Can't you see? I'm sick. Bruce coughed twice and said, I need this medicine, and I plan to prescribe more later...

You're fucking crazy! Constantine said to Bruce as if he had been stimulated by something, Drugs??? Think about it with your world's most genius IQ, is this a drug? ??

You... Konstantin squatted down, put his hand on his forehead and said, Listen to me, listen to me, Bruce...Listen to me, boy, the reason I smoke this thing is because I am a terminal lung cancer patient , late stage lung cancer, do you understand? That is to say, my lungs are about to die now...

If you have spiritual vision...forget it, you don't have this thing, but you have to know that I'm about to die. This thing is not used to cure diseases, but to relieve pain.

I'm in pain right now. Bruce's tone was very calm, and he couldn't hear any waves. He said, I have a lot of things to do later, and I can't lose my ability to move, so I plan to regain my energy.

But this thing can't help you recover! Constantine stood up again, he spread his hands and said, Smoking marijuana will only reduce your memory, make you have all kinds of hallucinations, and make you want to vomit , broke out in cold sweat, and had no strength at all...

If you smoke this thing for a long time, it may endanger your male function. If you smoke too much, you may go into shock or die!

At this moment, Constantine turned around in a circle, put his hand on his forehead and said, My God! How could I tell others about this?!

His fingertips were trembling a little, he paused, then looked down at Bruce and said, Do you want me to tell you? You want me to tell you like a jerk, it's really hard, okay?

I want to vomit very much now, my lungs hurt, within two minutes, I'm about to cough and vomit, and half of the pain inside is thanks to this thing, are you satisfied?!

Constantine gritted his teeth and said, Batman, you really have it. Your recent psychology study is really effective!

How do you know that as long as I take myself as a hostage, I have to f*ckingly dissuade you like a messenger of justice?!

Bruce stood up, trying to pick up the cigarette, and Constantine pushed him away, but to his surprise, Bruce fell over when he pushed.

Constantine was even more shocked, and he said, Satan! How can you be so weak?!... No, you shouldn't have been, wait, wait...

Constantine quickly picked up the cigarette at his feet, and threw it across the road. Feeling uneasy, he lit a cluster of flames in his hand, twisted them into a fireball, and threw them towards the cigarette until it was completely wiped out. It was burned to ashes, and it was finally relieved.

Constantine knew that he could not stimulate Bruce with violence, so he lifted Bruce from the ground, helped him to the next step, then half-kneeled opposite him, pressed his shoulder and said:

Bruce, I know, you think I'm not reliable, well, I admit it, I'm a bad person, I got addicted to drugs when I was 14 years old, and it was just for fun, you know, my The students all play this.

I'm different from you. I wasn't born in a wealthy area, and my parents didn't care about me. I taught a bunch of friends since I was a child. They took me to play this game, and I also found it very interesting...

Yeah...yeah...in the beginning, it was good, man, I thought I could just slump on the couch all day, but back then. I was too young. Like you, I didn't realize How dangerous is this...

Constantine let go of his hand, then put his hand on his knee, and said, Whoever took you to play this, you stop now, there is still time.

Constantine took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, then snapped his fingers, and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Suddenly, a phantom of a demon appeared on the street in front of him. Constantine walked over and pointed at him and said, Look, I can summon the entity of a demon. This is the reason why I dare to do these bad things.

If one day I don't want to be so rotten, I can sell my soul in exchange for a stable life for the next few decades, but Bruce...Bruce...you look at me...

Constantine put his hands on the sides of Bruce's head, turned his head and said, Can you summon demons? Are you gifted with magic? Can you turn back time and start all over again?

If you can't, don't do it!

But everyone here is doing this kind of thing. Bruce looked at the lights on the street ahead and said, They use this stuff as medicine to cure their ills, and the people who sell the medicine really think of themselves as Doctor, people who take medicine really think of this as medicine.

Constantine was silent, because he suddenly understood what Bruce was saying, and he said, Are you sympathizing with these people? You think they can't afford the medicine, so they can only do this. Do you feel sad about it? ?”

Then, Constantine saw Bruce show a smile, and the cigarette in Constantine's hand fell directly to the ground, and when the ash touched the ground, it was like brilliant fireworks.

No, I'm happy about it... Bruce's lips began to tremble a little, he speeded up his speech and said excitedly: I'm glad I'm in it, trying to be one of them...

Although Constantine couldn't understand the metaphor, he could understand Bruce's current state because he could see the soul directly. He squatted in front of Bruce again, put his hands on his knees, lowered his head and said:

Batman, do you know why I want to stop you from doing this?

Bruce looks at him, unquestioning, but very focused, and he's become better at listening to people than he's ever been before.

Constantine moved his hand and said, I know, it might be a bit nasty to say this, but I have lived and rotted for so many years, and you are the first person who sincerely wants to save me.

You know? I was very confused about this at first. Constantine sighed and said, I really don't understand, why do you have to save me?

Of course, there are many people in this world who saved my life and wanted to repay their kindness. They all know what kind of abilities I have. In order for me to help him kill.

It's not difficult to see through these emotions, because I can directly see people's souls, I can tell whether you are lying, I can see what emotions you have when you say this... Yes, I have mind reading skills.

However, when I read your soul for the first time, I discovered that you just want to save me, and the reason you save me is that you want to save everyone in this world.

I'm stunned, because you're serious. Constantine looked into Bruce's blue eyes, as if he had seen the bottom of the sea, through the soul, and he was speaking to the little boy lying under the black tide. explain:

You shouldn't be so kind. What you get from this society is far less than what you give to it, so I'm very surprised.

Bruce shook his head and said, Isn't this society giving me enough? Endless wealth, good living conditions, no need to worry about the confidence of livelihood...

Constantine froze for a moment, and said, But this is not given to you by this society. It is given to you by God. You can't decide where you were born, and neither can anyone in this society.

... I held these things and had a very long dream. In the dream, I turned into a bat, hanging high in the attic, worried about my mission of revenge...

Constantine's eyes became softer, he looked at Bruce and said, Are you feeling guilty that you didn't save the world sooner?

No, I just thought it was funny. Bruce, with a very stiff smile, as if the muscles in his face were not used to him making this expression, said:

While I was in the house, the owners were dying by the thousands, and I was just hanging in the attic to sleep, moved by the logic in my dream.

During the period, many people made loud noises to remind me. They said I should wake up, and I said they were crazy.

The owner of the house finally couldn't take it anymore. They kicked me out. I still can't understand them. I think they are so stupid, short-sighted, and easy to listen to rumors.

I said to myself, I don't need that house, I want to stand on the roof and save them. After I found out that this was not going to work, I found a small door and sneaked in.

Then, I finally discovered the truth. It's not that they didn't take life seriously enough. It's not that they used to treat all this as a game, laughing frivolously and absurdly.

Instead, in the life of ordinary people, all the accidents are so absurd and very humorous. Nothing is completely under their control, so what can they do in the face of suffering?

Bruce looked into Constantine's eyes, where the streetlights shone like the setting sun in Gotham, and he said:

They can't cry because crying takes too much energy...

Well, what else can they do but laugh?

As a writer, you can't die