Chapter 1811 Summer in Fool’s Village (Twenty-five)
Chapter 1785 Summer in Fool’s Village (Twenty-five)
"John, you'd better come and see this."
At the entrance of the Oblivion Bookstore branch located on the corner of the commercial street in downtown Gotham, Zatanna pushed open the glass door with some effort.
Constantine was standing in front of the bookshelf he had just moved in, unpacking bundles of new books and placing them on the bookshelf. Since all the diseases in his body and mind were driven away, he had become more than ten years younger.
At this time, he was wearing a white casual shirt and nine-point suit trousers, with an unlit cigarette in his mouth. His originally messy white blond hair was grown long and spread strands on both sides of his face. He was really a bit British.
It's a yuppie style.
Seeing Zatanna push the door open, Constantine walked over quickly, opened the door for her diligently and said, "What's wrong? Why are you reading the newspaper?"
Zatanna tied her long hair back into a high ponytail. She wore a dark purple fishbone tank top on her upper body, satin wide-leg pants on her lower body, and a pair of flip-flops under her feet. She had a slim figure.
She has a very rare girlish sense of roundness, and she looks particularly energetic when wearing casual decorations.
Zatanna leaned slightly towards Constantine. She pointed to the front page of the newspaper and said: "Look at this, someone has accused Bruce Wayne of mentally manipulating women and using his money and status to mentally abuse his female companions."
, and even gave them drugs to stun them during dates, my God!”
Constantine's eyes widened slightly. He stretched out a hand to push back the long hair that covered half of his face, and read the words in the newspaper carefully.
At this time, Zatanna raised her eyes to look at him. Constantine's hand was still on the glass door, and Zatanna was standing in front of his chest. The height difference between the two made Zatanna look up.
Constantine's sharp jawline can be seen.
His appearance was still unkempt, with an unshaven stubble on his chin and fine golden fuzz that reached to the sides of his ears.
But as the saying goes, the bed is the best beauty salon. When you don’t sleep enough and your spirit is decadent, your image will look like slovenliness. But if you don’t have nightmares and go to bed early and get up early every day, you won’t have bad habits.
, the mental state is extremely full, this image is wild, unrestrained and manly.
Constantine subconsciously touched his chin and said, "I'm curious who has the courage to stand up and accuse him. It can't be those social butterflies, right?"
Zatanna looked a little dazed. It wasn't until Constantine's eyes fell on her face that she reacted and said, "Wait, are you saying you believe he did this?"
"Isn't he doing this all the time?" Constantine put down his hand, walked back to the bookshelf, squatted down, and stuffed books into the bottom shelf while saying: "He can even graduate with honors from Schiller, you expect him
Don’t you know how to do this?”
"I mean, even if he learns the skills, he doesn't necessarily need to use them. He's not like that... Wait, isn't he?"
"How long has it been since you last seen him?"
"Just over a month..."
"I mean getting along with him for a long time."
Zatanna stood there with one hand on her hips and a newspaper in the other to fan herself. She raised her head and recalled, "It was several years ago. He was my first love."
"You may not be his."
Zatanna suddenly realized something was wrong. She crossed her arms and laughed, shook her head and said to Constantine: "Are you jealous? John?"
Zatanna walked up to the squatting Constantine, pushed her knee against his ribs, then squatted down and lay on his back, put her chin on the side of his neck and said: "
You don’t know that your former nickname was ‘Slutty John’, right?”
Constantine squatted on the spot and groaned twice, and then said: "That's the best nickname I have. Okay, seriously, do you believe Bruce didn't do that?"
Zatanna thought for a while and then said: "I don't think he did it intentionally. Although when I met him, he was indeed a bit gloomy and seemed abnormal, but he was indeed a person with extremely high moral standards and kindness.
People, aren’t they?”
Constantine slowly sat on the ground, put his hands on his knees and said: "I don't think he would take the initiative to abuse others, but he drugged the accuser... I feel something is wrong."
"How to say?"
"Leaving aside moral standards, do you think the gadgets created by Bruce's hands would be that simple? If he really wanted to drug someone, how could an ordinary hospital detect drug residues?"
Zatanna leaned against him, put her chin on his shoulder, then nodded and said, "That makes sense, then someone is trying to frame him. Do we want to help him?"
Constantine lowered his head again, letting his long hair cover half of his face, and stared at Zatanna with a rather hurt look through the gaps in his hair. Zatanna patted him hard on the back and said, "Don't
If you play this trick with me, how many people have you lured into bed with your poor stray dog expression?"
Constantine continued to pretend, and Zatanna snorted and said, "That includes Bruce Wayne, right? His face is your ideal type."
Constantine was immediately successful. He laughed, pushed Zatanna to stand up, and said, "Are you jealous?"
"Jealous that you tried so hard to get him into bed but I succeeded?" Zatanna rolled her eyes and stood up.
Constantine reached out to hug her, but Miss Magician pushed the man away and said, "Don't stick to me, it's too hot. I'll go to the second floor to measure the location of the air conditioning ducts. Don't touch it until the air conditioning is in place."
I only need one finger."
As soon as Zatanna turned around, she heard Constantine behind her making a sound of "uh". When she turned around, she saw Constantine covering his chest and falling to the side. The magician lady instinctively wanted to use irony magic, but she couldn't.
Before his arms could be stretched out, Constantine staggered, stabilized his center of gravity, and knelt on the ground on one knee.
"What are you doing!" Zatanna thought he was playing a prank, so she squatted down and reached out to pull his arm. As a result, Constantine twitched again, took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, his hair on his forehead was wet with sweat.
Place it tightly on your forehead.
Zatanna hurriedly knelt down and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"
Constantine seemed to know something. He swallowed, shook his head and said, "Nothing, just a sudden palpitation."
After saying that, he slowly stood up straight, but Zatanna's expression turned serious. She pushed Constantine away from her, stared at the space behind him and said, "Who?"
Constantine turned around, and the first thing that appeared was a pair of jet-black wings, and Azazel's face emerged from the flames of hell.
The king of hell was stunned for a moment when he saw Constantine.
But Constantine couldn't help but burst into laughter, until he bent over with laughter and kept patting the bookshelf next to him.
Constantine laughed so hard that he was out of breath, and Zatanna looked confused. When Constantine finished laughing, he said to Zatanna: "Someone spent a long time posing, and then he realized that he had the wrong number.
"
Azazel's face immediately darkened. He stared at Constantine and said, "So it's you who is doing the trick, Constantine. Do you want to rejoin the devil's deal again?"
"Think again, Azazel." Not only was Constantine not afraid, he also leaned forward and put an arm on Azazel's shoulder and said, "No matter how convinced you are that you can recover from him after suffering a loss.
To be honest, it’s better to think about it carefully.”
"Don't talk nonsense to me. Where is Schiller? Why did I find you here when I was searching for his soul?"
"Have you ever heard of call forwarding?" Constantine took the new mobile phone he just bought and shook it towards Azazel.
Azazel frowned deeply, raised his finger slightly, and a cluster of flames ignited in front of Constantine's forehead, directly burning his hair.
Constantine hurriedly extinguished the flames, and Zatanna pointed at his forehead and said, "Put it out!"
Constantine met his eyes, looked at a wisp of black smoke coming out from in front of his forehead, crossed his arms and stared at Azazel and said: "The mighty Demon King also plays this little trick, haven't you eaten?"
Azazel snapped his fingers again, and a larger flame flashed in front of Constantine's feet. Constantine jumped back in surprise, then glared at Azazel and said, "You can't
If you take action against me, killing someone without a contract will cause the other person's soul to go to another place. Do you want me to go to heaven?"
"Then I feel deeply sorry for Heaven." Azaze looked at Constantine with a gloomy face and said.
"Okay, what's going on?" Zatanna raised her voice, interrupting the conversation between the two of them. Azazel glanced at Zatanna, as if he was afraid of her ability.
Then he said: "Take me to him, Constantine."
"You don't want to go." Constantine shook his head and backed away. He looked at Azazel and said, "You don't understand one thing. The Schiller you know will not touch things in hell for no reason.
, if he moves, you shouldn’t go.”
A trace of anger flashed between Azazel's brows, and he said in a deep voice: "My demon general Reiz is missing, and his guards said that Schiller appeared in the palace."
"Is a demon general worth your trouble?"
"Sixteen in a month!"
"I told you, he is not the Schiller you know." Constantine narrowed his eyes and still put one hand on his chest, covering his heart.
Azazel had never heard such a serious tone from Constantine's mouth.
All demons know that Constantine is a person who can laugh and scream until the end even if his soul is thrown into the deepest abyss of hell and burned. He is the true practitioner of the Dionysian spirit.
Such a person is born with no seriousness. If he looks at the world with a tragic temperament, he has already gone crazy.
Suddenly, Constantine relaxed his arms, sighed, looked at Azazel and said, "I reminded you, if you insist on going, we'd better find another way."
"In what way?"
"I'm going to drive."
Two minutes later, Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat, folded his wings hard. Constantine put one hand on the steering wheel, crossed Zatanna in the passenger seat, and poked his head through the gap between the two seats in the front row.
He went to the back seat and said, "You should really learn from your old boss. Lucifer can wear his seat belt when riding in a car with his wings stretched out."
Azazel's face became even darker, and it took him a long time before he uttered: "Don't mention him to me."
Constantine raised his eyebrows in interest, but still said nothing. He turned his head back and concentrated on driving. Suddenly Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat, said, "What is that?"
Constantine glanced back at him, followed his line of sight, and found that Azazel was looking at a construction site blocked by a wall. He replied normally: "Oh, that's a new building under construction."
The subway line, you know what a subway is, right?”
"The last time I came to the human world was two years ago, not 20,000 years ago." Azazel replied expressionlessly. He frowned and never looked away from the construction site. He said as if suppressing his anger: "Don't
You kidding me, do you humans need such powerful dark energy to build a subway?"
"What's the use? Human beings have always wanted money rather than their lives, especially Gotham people." Constantine turned the steering wheel and said: "What? The demons are blocked from the earth by the energy of the green light, so you are so angry?"
"John Constantine..." Azazel's tone reached the bottom of his voice.
Constantine seemed to have heard nothing, and naturally changed the subject and asked: "Has your demon general contacted you after he disappeared?"
"No." Azazel replied expressionlessly: "And that's exactly the problem."
In the back garden of Rodriguez Manor, Barry, who was sweating from playing, rushed to Pamela's side, gulping down the ice water that Schiller handed him.
After drinking a large glass of ice water in one breath, Barry sighed contentedly. He wiped his mouth with his sleeve and was about to continue running forward to chase Harley when he tripped over something under his feet.
Barry lowered his head and bent down to pick up the thing that almost tripped him, turned it around in his hand, looked at it and said:
