The Death Knell

"****, a simple noun."

It took less than a second for Batman to give his answer. Although he had always been expressionless, he still looked at the bitch with some disgust:

"You definitely don't need to come to Gotham to ask me about the obvious things. Then there are only two possibilities. Either you are blind, or you can't see clearly what is written here due to some factors. It is magic."

He also uses declarative sentences to express questions. This is his style of speaking.

The building of the Gotham Police Department is not high. It is an old building with only four floors. Although the Wayne Group later allocated funds to rebuild it many times, the height has never changed.

This also meant that there was actually no wind on the rooftop of the police station, but at this time Constantine felt his heart go cold.

"Damn it, Lucifer can see, say, and write down the name, and you can also see and say it, but it's me who can't see or hear it. Damn it, I've offended God. I was killed by that damn guy. Is it cursed? I’ll fuck you! God!”

He raised his longest finger toward the sky and cursed the damn God loudly. Although Batman is recognized as the best detective in the DC universe, he is also a detective and a master of dark arts. Why can he do this? Can't do things by yourself?

But then he thought about it, and he didn't bother to scold him anymore. He tugged on the collar of his windbreaker and shivered:

"Forget it, save whoever you want in this broken world. I'm leaving, Batman. I'll leave this matter to you. Since you can see it, study it slowly. I believe it is helpful for you to understand the meaning of the words. Say it’s not a problem.”

As he said that, he didn't even want his notepad. He turned around and planned to leave the rooftop. He first went down the stairwell and walked out of the police station, then ran screaming into the heavy rain and rushed into the nearest nightclub to relax.

Gotham may not be very friendly to outsiders, but it also has advantages, that is, there are many things to do. The prostitutes and male prostitutes here are the highest quality on the East Coast. The nightclub itself and the drinks it sells are also the best. Compared with New York is better.

The famous old man Constantine has no money, but he can have it. Whether it is cheating, stealing, or robbing, as long as it is not legal, he can easily get money in this city.

"You can't leave."

Big iron-like hands grasped his shoulders, and Batman's cold eyes could be seen in the rain, and a series of sounds of heavy raindrops hitting his pointed-eared helmet could be heard.

This is not a discussion, but a notification. The master of this city said this, and the meaning is very clear, that is, Constantine will not be able to leave unless he explains the ins and outs of the matter.

Gotham is not a place where he can come and leave whenever he wants, not as long as Batman is around.

"Okay, okay, let go, you're pinching me. Damn it, you're so strong. People who don't know think I'm an enemy of the Justice League. Have you forgotten that we are actually colleagues? Or are you planning to do this for real?" kill me?"

Inhaling the cold air hissingly, the slightly viscous acidic rain blew bubbles at the corners of his mouth. Constantine made a begging sound and kept shaking his arms:

"Isn't it okay for me to tell you? But can you please stop getting caught in the rain here? It doesn't matter if you are wearing a high-tech uniform, but my underwear is soaked while I'm waiting for you. Find a place and invite me A few drinks, and I haven’t had dinner today.”

Batman didn't explain, he just grabbed the bitch by the collar and led him towards the interior of the police station downstairs.

He didn't need to answer Constantine's question, because the other person also knew why he was so rude. He was just asking knowingly.

Bruce Wayne is Zatanna's childhood sweetheart, and there is a history between the two. Obviously, this makes him not have much affection for Constantine. After all, Zha Kang is really a scumbag, and he almost hurt Zatanna last time. Lost his life.

Now, just giving Zha Kang a shoulder squeeze is enough restraint.

Two wet people walked down from the rooftop. Batman's identity was also very useful within the police station. A long time ago, the police kept a secret about Batman's existence. But after Gordon became the chief, all the police knew about Batman. In fact, he is one of his own.

He can enter and leave the crime scene, the morgue, or any place he wants to investigate at will. Many people with righteous hearts are willing to cooperate with his various requests. Of course, this is Gotham, and the so-called righteous people can also It's just not that clean.

For example, embezzling a small amount of money, abusing some power, engaging in racial discrimination, maintaining a lover's mistress, etc. Batman knows this kind of thing, but he will not interfere until the matter crosses a certain line, because Gotham has its own rules of the game. this.

I met many police officers along the way, and they all greeted Batman with dull expressions. He didn't even respond. He just carried Constantine and went straight to Commissioner Gordon's office.

Gordon's office is not big, at least it is much smaller than the mayor's office that looks like a White House suite. At this moment, he opens the door and walks in. Gordon is working overtime again. This old man is facing the odor exuding in the dark environment. The fluorescent computer screen is typing unskilledly with one-finger meditation.

There was a big mess in Gotham a few days ago. A group of lunatics from another world came here to kill people crazily, and some locals fished in troubled waters. The backlog of eucalyptus now makes the director's back bend.

"Why are you here? And you actually walked through the front door this time?" Seeing Batman push open the door and come in, Gordon felt as if he saw sparks hitting the earth, and his eyes visibly twitched.

You know, in the past, Batman never walked through the door, he would just appear suddenly in the dark.

"I need a safe and confidential room, a bottle of the cheapest wine, and a box lunch." Bat did not answer directly, but just stated his request. He and Gordon were old friends.

After hearing what he said, the director immediately gave up his office without asking any questions and arranged for the young police officer to buy food and wine.

The police station has a catering supplier that it cooperates with all year round. Although there is no canteen inside, it is still very fast to order a lunch box from the alley next door. During the waiting time, Batman said nothing, just crossed his arms and looked at Constance. Ding, it's like looking at a maggot that might bite.

Some are disgusted, and some are wary.

The lunch box and cheap liquor arrived, and Batman paid off the officer's money. Then he closed the door and pushed the food and drink off the table to Zuckerberg.

"Eat and then talk."

"Looking at you like this, my appetite is ruined. It's not me who killed Martha. What does your look mean? Haha."

Constantine also had a character. He pushed away the lunch box, picked up the wine, bit the cork with his teeth, and drank half the bottle in one gulp:

"I know you don't like me, and I don't like Gotham, so let's make a long story short. It all started when Deathstroke asked me to investigate Blank, and Lucifer, he was also involved. This time things really happened. It’s a big deal, you know, as long as God is involved, we humans will become very powerless.”

However, the Dark Knight was hidden in the darkness in the corner, and only his voice came:

"The Justice League has defeated enough gods, go ahead."