Chapter 2177: Battle of Two Cities! (XIX)

"Hello, hello, is anyone there? Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

Peter heard the nagging prayer again, but he really didn't have time to care about it now, because Bruce was injured again, and Peter was busy thinking about what kind of fierce battle could cause the wound to appear only on the inner thigh root.

This part is slightly sensitive, and Peter must be extra careful when bandaging Bruce, otherwise Bruce may lose a bullet forever.

After trying several times, Peter finally admitted that there is still a certain gap between him and professional surgeons. He sighed and said, "Dude, no, I'm afraid you have to go to the hospital. I'm really not sure. It's not that I can't make do with it, but..."

Peter's expression changed several times, and Bruce also understood what he meant. He also sighed deeply in his heart. The damn perfume sprayed by the female agent named Natasha must be problematic, and the old saying is right, the more beautiful the woman, the more deadly.

Of course, he and Natasha didn't really do anything in the sky, but in such an intense exercise, even if you just reach out to take advantage, it is very likely that a bump will cause bad consequences, and the injury on his leg is like this now.

Natasha didn't attack him actively, but when she was touching his thigh, a string of candied haws happened to hit the building, and Natasha's sharp nails pierced into the flesh next to Bruce's magazine.

The wound was not very deep, and it didn't hurt much, but the difficult part was that the location was not very good, and when it was cleaned and disinfected, it hurt so much that Bruce wanted to die.

The two stared at each other for a while, and Peter still said, "Okay, I know this is a bit embarrassing. If you really don't want to go to the hospital, you can find a doctor."

Bruce wanted to say that he could go home to find his butler, but he quickly swallowed the words back, because he really couldn't explain to Alfred why he was injured here in his first battle after his debut.

Natasha apologized and said she could go to the SHIELD infirmary with him, but judging from the crazy winking expression of Hawkeye behind Natasha, Bruce thought it was better not to go.

But leaving it there would not work either, as that position would often rub and easily cause infection, and the key point was that it was too painful to walk and he could not move normally.

"Hasn't there been any other Batman who has encountered such a shitty thing?" Bruce collapsed on the bed, muttering to himself, "Have they never hurt the inner thigh? Wouldn't he walk like a crab when he got hurt here?"

Peter seemed to associate that scene with that and laughed heartlessly. Bruce grabbed the pillow from the bed and threw it at him, but Peter's smile eased his embarrassment.

Because when your good buddy laughs, you know that it's actually not a big deal, and even if it is, he will come to help you after laughing.

"Sorry, but I have to answer a call first." Peter couldn't stand the nagging in his ear, put down the disinfecting tools in his hands, walked out the door and pulled his consciousness into the gray fog world, and sure enough, he saw Constantine again.

"Hey, remember me? Our deal is not over yet, and I have a question that I need you to answer urgently."

"Ask it." Peter said unhappily.

Spider-Man doesn't like Constantine, there is nothing to discuss about this. In fact, Spider-Man hates bad people more than bad people.

It has to be admitted that some people are bad for their reasons. Although it violates the law and moral standards, at least from the perspective of bad people, he has benefited.

But bad people always do things that hurt others and do not benefit themselves. They know that letting themselves rot will not benefit themselves or others, but they still do it.

There are always people who make excuses and say that it is their own business to be bad, but Spider-Man has seen too many examples. All bad people end up with others cleaning up their messes. They themselves, the people around them, the society, and good people like Peter have not benefited from it. Instead, they are burdened by him and pay the price for him.

So Peter was really impatient to deal with Constantine and just wanted to fool him quickly, but he didn't expect Constantine's first sentence to be "Do you have Dr. Sosip's phone number?"

Peter was stunned for a moment. In fact, it was not difficult to see that Constantine and Dr. Sosip were hostile to each other before. Even if Peter was not a master of micro-expression analysis, his experience of fighting against all kinds of bad people for so many years told him that Constantine should be hunted by Sosip.

Peter now feels that this world is too crazy. The mouse is a bridesmaid for the cat. Why did Constantine suddenly stop hiding?

Constantine rubbed his hands and said, "I think there may be some misunderstandings between us, and communication is the best medicine to resolve misunderstandings, isn't it?"

If others said so, Peter might believe it, but Peter would not believe a word of what a person who smoked while praying and put 200 pounds of swear words in his eulogy said.

He cleared his throat and said, "In that case, I can help you ask this doctor if he is willing to communicate with you."

Unexpectedly, Constantine agreed to it immediately, which made Peter really confused about his purpose, but Peter didn't understand the things in the occult circle, so he went to Sosip to ask his wishes as he said.

After meeting the mysterious doctor named Sosip, Peter found that the place he was in was like a prayer room in a monastery. It was a dark little room full of wrinkles, and the man with a pair of obscure brown eyes was lighting the candles on the prayer table one by one.

"Hello." Peter said common sense.

"I have a premonition of your coming, Lord, I know that the panicked lamb will not run too far in the end, he will confess to you, I will teach him to do so."

Peter didn't understand what the other party was saying, he just expressed his meaning directly, and the other party seemed to have known something for a long time, nodded and said: "I will talk to him, please give him this."

Peter saw that the other party painted a special pattern on a slate in front of him with paint. Peter guessed that this should be the so-called telephone number in the mystical world. Although he didn't understand how this small pattern worked, Peter firmly adhered to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, and sent this scene to Constantine intact.

Constantine seemed surprised after seeing the pattern, and after his expression changed inexplicably for a long time, he still hung up the phone.

Peter wanted to know what Constantine would say after he called, so he projected his consciousness to Dr. Sosip.

In the dimly lit prayer room, only the candlestick hanging high on the wall was lit. The weak light cast a thick and slender shadow under the eyelids, and the thick shadow made the lines of his facial features clearer.

It has both the softness of the East and the depth of the West, Peter thought, and there is also an inexplicable haziness and mystery like the old and mottled parchment scroll.

"He must be wondering, how can I have his phone number when he was young?" Peter heard a vague smile in his tone, as if he could express the most straightforward intimacy from that gloomy and alienated temperament.

The doctor was talking to the stone tablet with the pattern carved on it, but Peter didn't know why he did it.

"He must have gotten into some big trouble."

A voice came from the stone tablet, which made Peter feel familiar, but it seemed to come from a very distant and empty place, and was blown away by the wind, so it was not clear.

"No one knows you better than you do," the doctor said again.

"And I never thought that I didn't know you well enough." The mysterious voice said, "I didn't know you existed, nor did I know you had such a past."

"This is obvious, Mr. Hell Detective." The doctor replied, "I didn't hide it deliberately, it should be left to nature."

"Yes, it's another me, do you like this new challenge? One after another, never satisfied, never ending, and those who make you feel stable and satisfied will be abandoned by you."

There are some dangerous factors hidden in the tone, Peter heard it, this is usually not a good sign, which means that at least one person has some extreme thoughts flashing through his mind.

"John." The doctor called his name, his voice as steady as ever, he said: "The life you enjoy is what you deserve, no more bloody terror, chaos, it will be quiet and happy, isn't this the dream you have always wanted to pursue?"

"This is just the dream you think I should pursue, doctor, is it painful for you to be born different?"

The voice began to become low, Peter finally heard it, it was almost the same as the voice of Constantine he had contacted before, but because it was less hoarse, he had never heard it before.

The doctor called him John, Peter thought, this should not be a coincidence, because Constantine was also called John, but this John sounded younger and stronger, or, crazier.

Peter could only use vicissitudes and fatigue to describe the older Constantine, but this one was different. The voice coming from the stone slab had a kind of evil aggression, sharp like the thorns on the ironwood thorns.

Maybe he should be like this, Peter thought, maybe this is a universe where Constantine has not fallen, but this does not mean that he will become a good person.

Perhaps on the contrary, Peter knows very well that suffering can make people depressed and also dampen their spirits, making people calm down like being poured with a basin of cold water. If too much cold water is poured, some crazy and unrealistic fantasies will naturally be driven out of their minds.

Some people are not crushed by suffering, which does not mean that they will definitely take the right path. Peter knows that sometimes we must thank the cruel reality for preventing the crueler ideas in some people's heads from becoming reality.

"I appeared to investigate this difference." The doctor replied, "But I didn't find anything at that time, which made us ordinary residents."

"Until you plan to find a new love?" The dangerous signal in the voice on the stone slab is getting stronger and stronger. He said, "From the beginning, you knew what your salvation meant to me, but you still did it, and now you refuse to see me."

"It's not that simple." The voice from the stone slab suppressed more things. He said, "I will find you soon, I will pay you back, and you will return my things to me."