The Death Knell

"Hiss, fu~~~"

The wind was noisy tonight. The man standing at the street corner held the cigarette butt between his two fingers and reluctantly took one last puff. It wasn't until the smell of burnt cotton poured into his nose along with the nicotine that it choked him to tears. Throw the cigarette butts in the puddles on the roadside.

With a pop, the flames went out, but the rain in the sky was still falling, and only the fireworks were still gorgeous.

"Haha!" spitting out a mouthful of bloody black phlegm, the man wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, tightened his windbreaker, shrank his neck like a hen in bed, and muttered to himself: "Nimue's prophecy Said I should wait here, but what exactly? Today doesn’t seem to be a day for a trapeze show, haha.”

There is a famous sport in Gotham, which is the flying trapeze. In the past, when the big families ruled the city, people especially liked to play this game, which involved throwing disobedient people from skyscrapers.

On the one hand, it fakes the scene of suicide, and on the other hand, it is because the corpse of the deceased will be miserable and can serve as a deterrent.

Most people still don't enjoy this. Ordinary bastards will just end up dead in an alley or on a pier. Only targets with a small reputation can be used as chickens to scare other monkeys.

After Constantine and Deathstroke separated at the Oblivion Bar, he did not go home to sleep. Instead, he came to Gotham, and then like a fool, he waited at a crossroads at midnight, raining and cold wind blowing. .

Two hours ago, a lively celebrating crowd passed in front of him.

An hour ago, the previous celebrating crowd turned back in front of him as they generally drank too much.

During this period of time, he drank the wine he brought and smoked two packs of cigarettes, but still did not see what Mrs. Xanadu predicted he should expect. He felt that he could no longer hold on.

Want more wine!

Every cell in the body seemed to be screaming like this, the stomach and intestines seemed to be twisting, and some saliva was secreted from the mouth, which seemed to have the taste of wine.

But there is a reason why Constantine can be called a master of the dark arts.

As a powerful spellcaster who can restrain himself from using magic in order not to pay the price, his self-control ability may be stronger than he imagined.

He believed Madam Xanadu's prophecy, but he didn't know what he was waiting for.

A person? Or a car? Or a parcel delivery?

He didn't even know what good that item was for him, but just because it was so mysterious, he became interested, and secretly wondered if it had something to do with treating Xiao Zha.

Zatanna's soul was a little damaged before. Although her body has recovered, her spirit is very depressed. Constantine can't think of any solution from the Black of Decay, but maybe Madam Xanadu, who has lived long enough, will know something.

"Gypsy witch, bah." After coughing for a while, he vomited blood again, and then he felt that the symptoms of chest tightness were relieved a little: "More than the Riddler, damn, my egg bags are soaked by the rain. Wrinkled."

Until now, he has not encountered anything worthy of his attention. Apart from talking to himself to relieve his boredom, he has nothing to do.

I saw a few people from the Justice League flying through the sky before, but that was none of his business. He just came out to help Zatanna find medicine. He didn't want to get into other troubles. One more thing is always better than one less thing, because this time No one pays for action.

The rain seemed to be getting heavier, and as if to fight the weather, fireworks were set off more frequently.

Constantine, who had finished smoking his cigarette, could only raise his head and inhale desperately towards the sky, as if he wanted to inhale some gunpowder smoke to make his struggling lungs and heart feel better.

He only smoked Silka brand cigarettes, which were British and hard to find in America, but he smoked others for coughing.

But God paid off, just when Constantine was facing the sky, soaking in the rain, and inhaling with his eyes closed, hypnotizing himself that he was inhaling all the nicotine on the earth.

Suddenly someone bumped into him.

"Hey young!"

Because he was beaten often, Constantine had been blessing himself with the Thorns Anti-Injury Curse all year round, so it was nothing if he was hit. Instead, the person who hit him sat down on his back and let out a scream, as if his tailbone was broken. Same.

There weren't many people on the streets at midnight, so at least if you wanted to find an open route to run, it would be no problem.

So if this kind of strange encounter in the street is not abnormal, then there is nothing more abnormal.

Zha Kang opened his eyes and looked at the person who hit him. He was a very handsome and strong Mexican, with shawl black hair like the protagonist of the TV series. He was wearing a black poncho and holding a square figure in his arms. something that looks like a laptop.

Suddenly the magician's eyes lit up, he grabbed the other person's arm, and then reached out and groped around the other person's body to first determine if the other person had a weapon. If he didn't have a weapon, he would look for cigarettes or alcohol:

"It turns out it's you I'm waiting for. Haha, let's go into the house with me."

There was nothing he was looking for. This guy only had half a bottle of Feizhai Happy Water in his pocket. It seemed that God had not arranged to deliver it to him.

"Fake, it hurts me so much. No, no, who are you?" The man just held the square bag in one hand and covered his butt with the other, his face full of pain, and the rain flowed from his face, and it fell so fast. Slowed down by too many striations.

"Ha, I'm not the one who will harm you anyway." Zha Kang sniffed and turned his head to spit out the snot he had just sucked into his mouth: "I don't know who you are, but look at how miserable you are. , he must be being hunted, right? If you don’t want to die, just follow me.”

Well, as a last resort, Zha Kang will not hesitate to use this guy as a magic material. People will also die, but at least they can live a little longer.

The Mexican sitting in the rain hesitated for a moment, but after taking a look behind him, as if there was a monster coming at the end of the dark street, he quickly made a decision.

He reluctantly got up and followed the man in the trench coat, and just said:

"Okay, but don't do anything, you wretched man who doesn't take a shower, I have a bottom line... No, it should be said that I am not interested in men at all. Help me find a safe place to hide. , I can help you do a lot of things on the Internet.”

"Oh, my friend, you are too dry and humorous."

Constantine turned around and took out a shining golden key, thrust it into the air and turned it, opening a door that led to an unknown place, and kicked the old Mexican in:

"You are a little handsome, but you are still far behind me, so stop being arrogant, otherwise I will really summon a devil for you and make your anus as wide as a sewer pipe. .”

"You may not know me, after all, you come from a hellish place like Mexico, the territory of the priests. But let me give you a business card. Do you see what it says on it? I, Constantine, the master of the dark arts. The master understands Do I need your hacking skills? Haha, what a joke, come on, come into the house, I will find you a socket and network cable, you first transfer one million pounds to my bank account, prove your strength, and then I will decide. What attitude do you adopt?"

"Has anyone ever said that you seem a little shameless?"

The Mexican rolled into the world behind the door, climbed up holding his butt in pain, and looked around.

The world is a gray place. Under the gloomy weather, dark clouds cover a dilapidated mansion that looks like a haunted house.

Constantine, who followed, closed the door and took back Houdini's key. He spread his hands and said with a calm smile:

"If I had such a thing as 'shame', I would have sold it for wine, idiot."

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