Chapter 408 I Won’t Tell You Who Will Suffer the Most (Part 1)

A British folk song came from the counter of a dimly lit bar. With the sound of the tape "sizzling", the music was interrupted. A hand was pressed on the radio. The long-haired bartender patted the radio that was not working well and shook his head helplessly.

The bell of the guest at the bar called him over. As soon as he turned around, he saw a blond man drunk at the table. The bartender sighed helplessly, walked up and pushed the man's shoulder and said, "Mr. Constantine, are you okay?"

"Why is the radio... not ringing?" Constantine said vaguely. The bartender took a glass from the shelf and wiped it while saying, "The old radio was left by the boss's father. It is too old, so it often breaks down."

Constantine did not look up, but slowly raised one hand. The bartender saw that his fingers were clearly jointed under the light, and they looked slender and elegant, which was somewhat different from his decadent temperament.

He snapped his fingers lightly, and with a "click", a series of sparks burst out from the radio, and then the music started again.

The bartender was startled and took two steps back slightly, but it was not because of this magical phenomenon. Constantine was a frequent visitor here, and everyone here knew that this decadent man had some special power.

The bartender put the cleaned cup on the bar and asked, "Is it the same as before?"

"Yes, and an extra cup of ginger juice."

"Ginger juice?" After hearing this word, the bartender showed an embarrassed expression and said, "Are you talking about the medicine used to treat colds? But we only have wine here..."

"Give me a cup."

Constantine finally stood up from the bar. He covered his head. The dizziness brought by the euphoria of the medicine had not yet dissipated. His vision was a little hazy. He saw a glass reflecting the shining light on the bar. He gently pointed with his hand, and it was full of ginger juice.

Just after he did all this, a shadow appeared in the shadows in the corner of the bar. Constantine did not look back, he just moved his body to the side, as if leaving room for someone.

The shadow came up, he was wearing a black armor, a black cape behind him, and two pointed ears on his head. Constantine supported his head with his hand, turned his head to look at him and said: "If I design a uniform, I will definitely choose to expose my chin, otherwise I can't drink... cough cough..."

Batman picked up the cup, he already smelled the strong smell of ginger, Constantine looked at his expression, chuckled and said: "Don't you like to use ginger juice instead of wine? Don't you plan to drink a sip?"

Batman put the glass down again, Constantine took the real wine handed over by the bartender, after taking a sip, he grinned, as if he was frozen, he said: "... It's amazing, I have never drunk such cold wine as in Gotham bars anywhere else..."

"Do you have any secrets?" Constantine looked at the bartender and asked.

"Gotham's cold chain is now very famous." The bartender continued to wipe the glass and said: "At the beginning of this year, four large ice factories were established. The ice here is of very good quality. Not only is the temperature very low, but it is also not easy to melt."...

Constantine took another sip of wine. Batman looked at him. Constantine shook his head and said, "I know what you want to ask, magic... magic..."

He seemed to be drunk, and tilted his head to one side, leaning on his arm, and then said: "You have been following me these days just to get an answer from me, but I told you a long time ago, kid, don't think about using magic to resurrect anyone..."

Batman still stared at him silently, and Constantine said like a prophet: "I know that people like you are like this. If you don't understand the principle, you won't completely deny the possibility of something."

"But, in the process of figuring out the principle, the price you have to pay is more than You imagine much more. "

Constantine picked up the wine glass but did not drink it. Instead, he put the glass against his face, as if the coldness could make his brain clearer. He said, "I used to be as curious as you. I thought, if I had not really pursued it, how could I know that it was not my way out?"

"But this is magic. It seduces you to explore and verify, and then makes you lose everything in the process. In the end, you find that the process of losing everything is magic itself."

"This is not an equal exchange." Constantine shook his head and continued, "It's not that you can resurrect someone by paying something, but that you have lost everything in the process of resurrecting someone."

The British folk song kept ringing, and Batman's hand holding the glass looked younger. Although his body had grown to be no different from that of an adult, he could be seen from the joints of his fingers that he was still a teenager.

Seeing his hand, Constantine recalled his former self, the young, tender, and healthy self, like a cassia oak.

He thought, fortunately, he met the young Batman at this time. If the two were of different ages, or met each other at the same age, it would really cause a big mess.

It was the first time that Batman stayed in a bar in Gotham for so long. The tune kept echoing in his mind, reminding him of the English countryside. He didn't remember when he had heard such a tune from Alfred.

When the old butler's face appeared in front of Batman, he stood up from the chair at the bar, put down his glass, and turned away.

On the way back to Wayne Manor, Batman keenly felt that this winter was particularly cold, so much so that when he saw the familiar buildings of Wayne Manor, he actually felt a little warmth from his heart.

However, Batman seemed to be particularly careful when opening the door of his house. Even when he walked through the courtyard, he didn't have his usual wind-like posture. Instead, he walked in slowly with light steps.

Coming to the stairs of the manor, Batman looked at the grappling hook fixed on his hand. In the past, he would directly launch the grappling hook onto the balcony, then jump onto the balcony and return to the room.

But he still chose to take the stairs.

It is actually very difficult to expect Batman to walk the stairs properly, because he is always very good at using various methods to appear in various places where he should not appear, regardless of whether there is a way to go up there. …

Therefore, when he walked up the stairs quite cautiously, he did not notice that some of the old stair handrails in Wayne Manor had loosened. When he came to the third floor and was about to take the last step, he instinctively held the handrail of the stairs, and then the wooden handrail made a very slight "creaking" sound under his hand.

Batman's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head, and sure enough, he saw a small black shadow rushing over from the end of the corridor on the second floor like the wind.

It was a little girl with black hair and blue eyes, who looked very much like him. She was wearing pajamas, rubbing her eyes in confusion, and then looking at Batman in the dark night with her glimmering eyes.

Logically speaking, in this scene, Batman's first action should be to reach out and touch the batarang on his waist, and then turn on the night vision goggles to gain a visual advantage.

But this time, his first action was to stretch out one hand, hold down the other four fingers, leaving only one index finger, and then put it to his mouth and made a "hush" gesture to the little girl.

The little girl frowned, sniffed hard, and showed a puzzled expression, then she ran up the stairs "thump thump thump", came to Batman's side, and took two deep breaths.

Batman shook his head at her, and just as he reached out to cover her mouth, the little girl opened her big mouth full of fangs and let out a shocking "Wow!

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Instantly, Wayne Manor was brightly lit.

A few minutes later, Batman, holding Elsa, appeared on the sofa in the hall of the manor. Elsa was biting Batman's wristband with her fangs. Batman said to Alfred opposite with a straight face: "No, I didn't drink."

The old housekeeper set his eyes on Elsa. Elsa, who couldn't understand people's words, seemed to have suddenly awakened to endless wisdom. She opened her mouth and jumped to the other side of the sofa. She jumped on the sofa, pointed at Batman, and kept "Wow wow wow".

Dick walked out of the upstairs with his eyes closed, and staggered down the stairs holding the handrail. It was obvious that he was very sleepy.

After walking down, he stretched and yawned. Alfred walked over and patted his back, then said to him: "Go back to sleep, young master, there will be no more noise to disturb you."

Dick closed his eyes, but shook his head, then walked to Batman's side, held his arm with his hand and said: "You didn't go to that place again?"

"I didn't." Batman immediately denied it, but Aisha continued to raise her voice and screamed non-stop. Batman walked over helplessly and picked her up. Dick rubbed his eyes and said: "Aisha said you smelled of alcohol. Did you go to the bar?"

Batman was silent and didn't say anything. He looked down at Aisha, and Aisha could only make meaningless screams.

Batman looked at Aisha, then at Dick, and then at Alfred who had been staring at him. He wondered if these three people had any secret language that could be used to communicate. He didn't hear any syllables from Aisha's scream that could be analyzed. …

Elsa struggled hard again and jumped out of Batman's arms, then ran to Alfred, grabbed his trouser legs, pointed at Batman and kept shouting "Wow wow wow".

After Alfred picked her up, she stopped shouting immediately. Alfred held Elsa and said to Batman: "Master, although you are now the father of two children, in fact, you are not yet an adult."

"Always going to places that are not conducive to the physical and mental health of minors, I'm afraid it's hard to set a good example for the two children."

Not sure if it was Batman's hallucination, he felt that he heard murderous intent in Alfred's tone. He heard the old butler say:

"I don't know how that scum named Constantine from London seduced you, but I hope that he will not ruin the reputation of his hometown in his few remaining years."

"Otherwise, as his fellow countryman, I think I need to teach him the etiquette of being a gentleman."

At this time, Constantine, who was still drunk in the bar, felt a chill behind him for some reason. He shivered violently and sensed the situation around him, but he did not find any danger.

This coldness followed him like a shadow, but he did not know where it came from. Constantine turned his head left and right helplessly. Suddenly, he saw the cup of ginger juice he had conjured. He reached out to pick up the cup, pinched his nose, and drank it all.

The spiciness finally made him feel warm. He coughed hard twice, sneezed again, and broke out in a cold sweat.