Chapter 2945 When Night Falls (Thirty-Seven)

Chapter 2919 When night falls (thirty-seven)

"Which point in time are we going to go back to?" Constantine looked at the portal created by Doctor Fate and turned to ask Schiller: "If the other party is the Flash, does it mean that he has to travel back to before he turned into a vampire? I heard Say he is a good person."

"And..." Constantine said hesitantly: "I must warn you, the Speed ​​Force is something even magicians can't understand. If you want to confront The Flash head-on, we may not have a great chance of winning."

"We're not going to face him head-on," Schiller said. "I'm going to put enough pressure on him with the one in his body."

"you mean……"

"What is the most effective way to deal with enemies by traveling through time?"

Constantine figured it out immediately and said, "Of course go back to his babyhood and punch him directly, I understand, the other you will go and tell the Flash that we will also travel through time, and then he will To think that we might travel back in time to his defenseless infancy.”

"In order to prevent his former self from being killed, he must travel back in time to protect that self, so that he will not run into us who went to other points in time. This is a plan to divert the tiger away from the mountain."

"That's right." Schiller nodded and said, "At the same time, let's find someone who can really deal with him."

"His self before becoming a vampire?"

"That's right." Schiller told his plan. "We can't get in touch with the Justice League now, but there are only a few answers. If the betrayer is the Flash, then we will use his past self to deal with him. , If the betrayer is someone else, then the past Flash and the modern Flash join forces, there is no one they can't deal with. "

Constantine nodded, indicating that he understood, but he asked again: "Did you come to me just to find a way to travel through time?"

"It's most efficient to come to you."

"You can just say that you think I'm easy to bully."

"I'm just familiar with you."

"It's done." Dr. Fate said. He handed over a pocket watch with golden light shining on it. Constantine took it and looked at it and handed it to Schiller. Schiller found that the dial of this pocket watch was relatively complicated, with both Year, also date and time.

"Rotate to the time you want to go, and you will arrive through the portal, but remember to come back before the energy is exhausted, and you must set the time correctly when you come back."

Schiller put away his pocket watch, nodded to Doctor Fate, and then said to Constantine: "Can you find a way to bring Zatanna there?"

"There is no body." Constantine said: "Maintaining the soul form requires a lot of energy, and she can't use magic. Why take her there?"

"Do you really think we can successfully convince the Flash to come back with us just by finding him?"

"Isn't it?"

"A lot of things started before they started. If a person who runs so fast is bitten by a vampire, maybe he is stupid, but it is more likely that someone has premeditated it."

"Yes, he may have been targeted a long time ago... maybe as early as when he was born. Once we try to find him, we will alert the people who have been watching him. This is really troublesome."

Constantine began to think, and after a while he said: "I'm going to get some equipment, but I can't guarantee that I can kill all the enemies."

"You only need to be responsible for the magic part." Schiller said, "Leave the rest to me."

Constantine has no better way. Doctor Fate needs to stabilize the portal here and help him guard the Mystery House. Other members of the Dark Justice League are still scattered around the world, and Zatanna's condition is not good. They No more helpers.

Soon Constantine came back. He was wearing a long windbreaker, and his pockets were so flat that it was impossible to see what was in them. The magic light flowing in his eyes quickly went out.

But Schiller knows that Constantine's fighting style is not the kind of warrior who uses magic very skillfully. He is more like a trickster than Zatanna. No one knows how to really hurt him. .

Before passing through the portal, Schiller asked: "You asked Arkham Knight and Doctor Strange to go to the Legion of Doom base because you wanted them to kill the monster and resurrect it?"

"That's the best case scenario," Constantine said. "If we could have an undead blood-sucking monster, I'd make Mary look good."

"Why did she offend you?"

"Do you think I volunteered to do research for her?"

"I thought you'd be interested."

"Yes, but she took advantage of me."

The Midwest of the United States is always sunny, with both the vastness of the central Great Plains and the bright and scorching sunshine of the west. Even though it is already autumn, the heat wave has not receded quickly, and the afternoon is still a bit sultry.

As soon as the wind chime on the door rang, the man in a windbreaker hurried into the coffee shop, ordered a large cup of iced coffee, took a few sips and let out a long breath.

The coffee shop clerk smiled and said: "We just arrived a while ago, sir? It's a lot cooler now."

"Damn weather." A thick British accent.

The coffee shop clerk immediately said: "Are you from the UK? Then I think you can try our new beans, which are popular with Europeans."

"Great, but you have to give me a hot cup. I have a friend who is a typical European antique..."

"I understand, French or Belgian, guaranteed to satisfy him."

Schiller, who had changed into a suit, walked in. Konstantin, who was leaning on the bar, said, "I suspect you just came here to buy clothes."

"Your suspicion is very reasonable." Schiller walked to a nearby chair and sat down and said, "But don't forget how my clothes were ruined."

Constantine touched his nose and stopped talking. Hot coffee was quickly served. Schiller pretended to be curious and said: "I heard that every city in the United States has a superhero. So who is in Central City?"

"Oh, you misunderstood. Not every city has it, but it happens to be in our city. Have you heard of The Flash? The fastest man in the world. He is also a frequent visitor here. Unfortunately, he always comes here. Come and go."

Constantine also came over and said, "I've heard of him. His uniform is red, right? I think his aesthetic is much better than that of Batman."

"I think so too. People in Central City think he is better than Superman because he moves very quickly every time and never causes traffic jams to save people."

"He is a great guy." said an old man drinking coffee slowly next to him: "But it is far from as bad as those cities on the East Coast. The crime rate in Central City is almost the lowest in the United States."

"I see." Constantine put down his cup and said, "When I came out of the airport, I passed by at least ten people, but my wallet was still there."

The old man and the clerk both laughed, and Constantine suddenly asked mysteriously: "Who do you think The Flash is? Is he really the long-distance runner speculated in the newspaper?"

The old man waved his hand and said: "Guessing the identity of heroes is not popular here. Since he wants to be a masked hero, there must be a reason for him. As long as he is doing good things, there is no need to care about who he is."

"That's right," said Constantine.

The two of them quickly finished their coffee and left the coffee shop. Constantine sighed and said: "The people here are quite strict. They are indeed much better than those on the East Coast. If they are from the metropolitan area, they can compete with you." Gossip for two hours.”

"The people in the middle are indeed more simple." Schiller said: "I just didn't expect you to not know the true identity of the Flash."

"I know his name is Barry Allen." Constantine said: "He comes from Central City. He is an overly optimistic and cheerful silly boy."

"But you don't know what he does for a living."

"I don't even know what Superman does for a living, I don't care about that." Constantine shrugged and said, "I just know that they are all hot in their own way, and Batman is the hottest."

Constantine and Schiller were wandering around the city center. The city center was not very big and the city center was basically just an area. They found a restaurant with outdoor seating and sat down.

"If the crime rate here is higher, maybe we can get the Flash soon, but it doesn't look like anyone is going to mess with him today."

"Really?" Schiller said noncommittally: "Do you still have your wallet?"

"Of course...huh???"

Constantine was stunned as soon as he touched the pocket of his windbreaker. Where was his wallet?

He immediately rubbed his hands, knowing that he had something to do. He actually didn't put any money in his wallet, and he didn't have any identification documents. He only put some paper runes stained with his magic power. He could track this power and find The position of the thief is actually fishing law enforcement.

Constantine stood up and pointed in the direction. The two quickly walked towards the other side of the city center. It was obvious that the buildings were becoming sparser and there were fewer police patrols. They were entering the slums. signs.

There seems to be no real slums in the central city, only some fringe communities. The overall urban appearance is not bad, but no matter what, this city still has a dark side.

They crossed a street and soon discovered that the atmosphere of this community was completely different from that of the city center. Most people were walking quickly with their hands in their pockets, and there were almost no cars parked on the roadside.

This is the right place, Constantine thought, and he quickly followed the force to the front of a house.

"Go get your wallet back while I walk around." Schiller said suddenly.

"Well, don't you want to teach this thief a lesson?"

"The thief is not guilty of this. I have a hunch that there will be good ingredients here."

Watching Schiller's leaving figure, Constantine shook his head. His instinct told him to ignore what Schiller planned to do.

Schiller circled the neighborhood and finally stopped at the backyard wall of a house. He thought he had found his target.

The public security of cities in the American Midwest is indeed better than that of coastal cities. Central City is also famous for being stable and not as troubled as other cities in comics.

But if you think about it, you know that with a large enough population base, there will always be a few born psychopaths, and because the superheroes guarding the city are almost completely unable to deal with such people, their living conditions are comparable to those in Gotham and Places like Metropolis are much better.

Missing persons cases are the most common in the United States.

According to common sense, the United States is a paradise in the minds of many people. Every year, countless people rush from their own country to this most advanced and powerful country in the world.

Some countries are far away and difficult to come to, but other countries in the Americas are much easier. Every year, countless Mexican immigrants cross the border and enter the United States.

But I have never heard of a substantial increase in the population of the United States. Logically speaking, immigrants from all over the world have migrated for so many years, not to mention 100 million, but at least tens of millions, but the population of the United States is almost unbeatable.

So where did all these new populations go?

The answer is that they disappeared out of thin air.

The crime rate in the United States does not count missing cases, especially in big cities. Even if a legal adult American citizen goes missing, it takes a long time to file a case, not to mention those undocumented illegal immigrants.

Some of them did disappear due to bankruptcy or committed suicide outside the scope of police enforcement, but the vast majority of them were passive victims of accidents.

And the vast majority of accidents come from foxes hidden among the chickens. The number of serial killers in the United States is countless times more than what is reported on the surface.