Chapter 1811: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Five)

Chapter 1785: Summer in Fool Village (Twenty-Five)

"John, you'd better come and see this."

At the entrance of the Forgotten 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 that had just been moved in, unpacking bundles of new books and putting them on the bookshelf. Since all his physical and mental illnesses were expelled, he has become more than ten years younger.

At this time, he was wearing a white casual shirt and nine-point suit pants, biting an unlit cigarette in his mouth, and his originally messy white blonde hair was left long and scattered on both sides of his cheeks, which really looked a bit like a British hipster.

Seeing Zatanna push the door, Constantine walked over quickly, opened the door for her and said, "What's wrong? Why are you reading the newspaper?"

Zatanna tied her long hair into a high ponytail behind her back, wore a dark purple fishbone tank top, satin wide-leg pants, and a pair of flip-flops. Her figure had a rare roundness of a girl, and she looked particularly energetic in casual clothes.

Zatanna leaned slightly towards Constantine, pointing to the front page of the newspaper and said, "Look at this, someone accused Bruce Wayne of mentally manipulating women, using his money and status to mentally abuse his female companions, and even drugging them to knock them out on dates, my God!"

Constantine slightly widened his eyes, stretched out a hand to put the long hair that covered half of his face behind his head, and read the words on the newspaper carefully.

At this time, Zatanna looked up 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 and just see Constantine's sharp jawline.

His image was still untidy, with unshaved stubble on his chin, and fine golden fluff connected to the side of his ear.

But as the saying goes, the bed is the best beauty salon. When you don't get enough sleep and become mentally decadent, this image looks like sloppy, but if you don't have nightmares, go to bed and get up early every day, don't have bad habits, and are in a very full mental state, this image is wild and chic and manly.

Constantine touched his chin subconsciously and said, "I'm curious who has the guts to stand up and accuse him. It can't be those socialites, right?"

Zatanna looked a little dazed, until Constantine's eyes fell on her face, she reacted, and then said, "Wait, do you mean you believe he did it?"

"Hasn't he been doing this all the time?" Constantine put his hand down, walked back to the front of the bookshelf and squatted down, stuffing books into the bottom grid while saying, "He can even graduate with honors from Schiller, do you expect him not to do this?"

"I mean, even if he learned the skills, he doesn't have to use them, he's not the kind of person...wait, he's not?"

"How long have you been away Met him?"

"Just over a month..."

"I mean being with him for a long time."

Zatanna stood there, one hand on her waist and the other holding a newspaper to fan herself, looking up and recalling: "It was several years ago, he was my first love."

"You may not be his."

Zatanna suddenly realized that something was wrong, she hugged her arms and laughed, shook her head and said to Constantine: "Are you jealous? John?"

Zatanna walked to the side of Constantine who was squatting, and nudged his ribs with her knees, 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 previous nickname was 'Slutty John'?"

Constantine Constantine squatted there and hummed twice, then said: "That's my best nickname. Okay, seriously, do you believe Bruce didn't do that?"

Zatanna thought for a while and said: "I don't think he did it on purpose. Although he was a little gloomy and looked abnormal when I met him, he is indeed a person with extremely high moral standards and kindness, isn't he?"

Constantine slowly sat on the ground, put his hands on his knees and said: "I also think he would not take the initiative to abuse others, but he drugged the accuser... I think something is wrong."

"What do you mean?"

"Let's not talk about moral standards first. Do you think the things made by Bruce will Is it 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, should we help him?"

Constantine lowered his head again, letting his long hair cover half of his face, staring at Zatanna through the gap in his hair with a rather hurt look, Zatanna patted his back hard and said, "Don't play this trick on me, how many people have you seduced into bed with this pitiful stray dog ​​expression?"

Constantine wanted to continue pretending, Zatanna snorted coldly and said, "That includes Bruce Wayne, right? His face is your ideal type. "

Constantine immediately broke down. He laughed, pushed Zatanna and stood up, then said, "Are you jealous?"

"Jealous that you tried so hard but still couldn't get him into bed, but I succeeded?" Zatanna rolled her eyes and stood up.

Constantine reached out to embrace her, but the magician pushed the man away and said, "Don't stick to me, it's so hot. I'm going to the second floor to measure the location of the air conditioning duct. Don't even think about touching me until the air conditioning is installed."

As soon as Zatanna turned around, she heard Constantine behind her make a "uh" sound. She turned her head and saw Constantine covering his chest and falling to the side. The magician instinctively wanted to use the anti-speech magic, but before she stretched out her arm, Constantine staggered, stabilized his center of gravity, and knelt 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, but Constantine twitched again, took a deep breath, and when he raised his head, the hair on his forehead was wet with sweat and stuck to his forehead.

Zatanna squatted down quickly and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Where does it hurt?"

Constantine seemed to know something. He swallowed his saliva, shook his head and said: "Nothing, just a sudden palpitation."

After that, he slowly stood up, but Zatanna's face suddenly became serious. She pushed Constantine in front of her away, stared at the space behind him and said: "Who?"

Constantine turned around, and the first thing that appeared was a pair of black wings, and Azazel's face emerged from the flames of hell.

The king of hell was stunned when he saw Constantine.

But Constantine couldn't help laughing suddenly, until he bent over with laughter and kept patting the bookshelf next to him.

Constantine was out of breath with laughter, and Zatanna looked puzzled. When Constantine finished laughing, he said to Zatanna: "Someone posed for a long time before realizing that he had dialed the wrong number."

Azazel's face immediately darkened. He stared at Constantine and said: "So it's you who is making trouble, Constantine, do you want to rejoin the devil's deal?"

"Think about it again, Azazel." Constantine was not afraid, but came up and put an arm on Azazel's shoulder and said: "No matter how sure you are that you can get justice from him after suffering losses, you'd better think about it carefully."

"Don't talk nonsense to me, where is Schiller? Why did I find you here when I was chasing his soul breath?"

"Have you heard of call forwarding?" Constantine took the new mobile phone he had just bought and shook it towards Azazel.

Azazel frowned deeply, and with a slight raise of his finger, a cluster of flames ignited in front of Constantine's forehead, burning his hair directly.

Constantine hurriedly put out the flames. Zatanna pointed at his forehead and said, "Put it out!"

Constantine met his eyes, looked at the wisp of black smoke coming out of his forehead, crossed his arms and stared at Azazel and said, "The demon king also plays this trick, haven't you eaten?"

Azazel snapped his fingers again, and a larger cluster of flames flashed in front of Constantine's feet. Constantine jumped back a step in shock, then stared at Azazel and said, "You can't do anything to me. Killing an object without a contract will make the other party's soul go to another place. Do you want me to go to heaven?"

"Then I deeply regret heaven." Azazel looked at Constantine with a gloomy face.

"Okay, what's going on?" Zatanna raised her voice and interrupted the conversation between the two of them. Azazel glanced at Zatanna, as if he was afraid of her ability, and then he said, "Take me to him, Constantine."

"You don't want to go." Constantine shook his head and stepped back. He looked at Azazel and said, "You don't understand one thing. The Schiller you know won't move things in hell for no reason. If he does, you shouldn't go."

A trace of anger flashed between Azazel's eyebrows. He said in a deep voice, "My demon general Reiz is missing, and his guards said 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, one of his hands still on his chest, covering his heart.

Azazel had never heard such a serious tone from Constantine.

All demons know that Constantine is a person who can laugh and shout to 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 naturally not serious. If he looks at the world with a tragic temperament, he would have gone crazy long ago.

Suddenly, Constantine relaxed his arms, sighed, looked at Azazel and said: "I reminded you, if you must go, we'd better change another way."

"What way?"

"I'll drive."

Two minutes later, Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat, tried to fold his wings. Constantine put one hand on the steering wheel, passed Zatanna in the passenger seat, and leaned over the gap between the two front seats to the back seat and said, "You should learn from your old boss. Lucifer can wear a seat belt even when he is sitting in a car with his wings extended."

Azazel's face became darker, and after a long time he said, "Don't mention him to me."

Constantine raised his eyebrows with interest, but still said nothing. He turned his head back to concentrate on driving. Suddenly, Azazel, who was sitting in the back seat, said, "What is that?"

Constantine looked back at him, followed his line of sight, and found that Azazel was looking at the At a construction site, he replied calmly, "Oh, that's a new subway line under construction. Do you know what a subway is?"

"The last time I came to the human world was two years ago, not 20,000 years ago." Azazel replied expressionlessly. He frowned, his eyes never left the construction site, and said as if he was suppressing his anger, "Don't play with me. Do you humans need such powerful dark energy to build a subway?"

"It doesn't matter what you use. Humans always want money but not life, especially the people of Gotham." Constantine turned the steering wheel and said, "Why? The demons were blocked from the earth by the green light energy, so you are angry?"

"John Constantine..." Azazel's tone sank to the bottom.

Constantine seemed to have heard nothing, and naturally changed the subject and asked, "Did your demon general contact you after he disappeared?"

"No." Azazel replied expressionlessly, "And that's the problem."

In the back garden of Rodriguez Manor, Barry, who was sweating from playing, rushed to Pamela's side and gulped down the ice water that Schiller handed to him.

After drinking a large glass of ice water in one breath, Barry sighed with satisfaction, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and just as he was about to run forward to chase Harley, he was tripped by something under his feet.

Barry bent down and picked up the thing that almost tripped him, turned it in his hand, looked at it and said:

"Is this what a moose's hoof looks like?"