In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 788: Fatal Joke (15)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

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

A figure wobbled out of a 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 When I was there, it was Constantine's haggard face illuminated by the street lamps.

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 probably continued to smoke because he had no money. Marijuana, and got 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 With a sigh, he put the cigarette back into his pocket again.

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

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

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

Opening 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?" ? Is it Halloween now?"

Konstantin gave his brain, which was still immersed in drug addiction, a little more work. In retrospect, April Fool's Day must have passed, and he hasn't offended Batman recently.

Konstantin 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 would be extra red, It was the chemicals that had peeled off the skin on his lips, and the redness was blood.

Constantine narrowed his eyes, and 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 are 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..."

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

"You are **** crazy!" Konstantin said to Bruce as if he had been stimulated, "Drugs??? Think about it with your world's most genius IQ, this thing is Medicine???"

"You..." Konstantin knelt down and put his hand to his forehead and said, "Listen to me, listen to me, Bruce...Listen to me, boy, the reason I smoke this thing is because I'm a lung cancer Terminal patients, terminal 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 going to die soon. 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, and he spread his hands and said, "Smoking marijuana will only reduce your memory, make you have all kinds of hallucinations, and make you feel sick." I want to vomit, break out in a cold sweat, and have 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 trembled a little, he paused in place, then looked down at Bruce and said, "Do you want me to tell you? You want me to tell you like a softie, it's actually very uncomfortable, okay Right?"

"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?!"

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

"How do you know, as long as you take yourself as a hostage, I have to f*cking like a messenger of justice to dissuade you?!"

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

Konstantin was even more shocked, he said: "Satan! How can you be so weak?!... No, you shouldn't have, wait, wait..."

Konstantin quickly picked up the cigarette at his feet, and then threw it across the road. Feeling uneasy, he lit a cluster of flames in his hand, twisted them into a fireball, and threw them at the cigarette. It wasn't until it was completely burned to ashes that I finally felt relieved.

Konstantin knew that he could not use violent means to provoke Bruce, so he lifted Bruce from the ground, helped him to the next step, and then half-kneeled opposite him, pressing his shoulder 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 classmates all play this."

"I'm different from you. I was not 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...yes...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. Just like you, I I didn't realize how dangerous it was..."

Konstantin let go, put his hands on his knees, and said, "Whoever took you to play this, you stop now, there is still time."

Konstantin 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, which is why I dare to do these **** things." Confidence."

"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 over and said, "Can you summon demons? Do you have magical talents? 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 kind of thing as medicine to cure their ills. Think of yourself as a doctor, and 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 medicine, so they can only do this, and you feel that Is it sad?"

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, and he speeded up his speech and said excitedly: "I'm happy that 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 down 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 ever before.

Konstantin 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."

"Do you know? I was very confused about this at first." Constantine sighed and said, "I really don't understand why you must save me?"

"Of course, there are many people in this world who saved my life and wanted to repay me. They all know what kind of abilities I have. Well, just to let me help him kill."

"It is not difficult to see through these emotions, because I can see directly into the soul of a person, I can tell if you are lying, I can see what emotion you have when you say this... Yes, I have read Mind tricks."

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

"I was stunned because you were serious." Constantine looked into Bruce's blue eyes, as if he had seen the bottom of the sea at a glance. Through his soul, he was looking at the little boy lying under the black tide. Speech, he said:

"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."

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

Konstantin 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."

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

Konstantin's eyes became gentler~IndoMTL.com~ He looked at Bruce and said, "Are you feeling guilty for not saving the world sooner?"

"No, I just think it's funny." Bruce, showing a very stiff smile, as if the muscles on his face are not suitable for him to make this expression, he said:

"When I stayed in the house, thousands of owners died here, and I just hung on the attic to sleep, moved by the logic in my dream."

"During the period, many people made a lot of noise 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 then go to save them, after I found that this is not feasible, I found a small door, slipped in secretly. "

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

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

Bruce looked into Constantine's eyes, the lights of the street lamps shone in his eyes, like the sunset of Gotham, he said:

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

"So, what else can they do but laugh?"