Chapter 306: Three Detectives (Part 9)

Constantine slowly raised his hands. Even though he knew that it was only the tip of the umbrella against his back, he still did not move.

He looked up at the ceiling, and then tried to continue to look back in this position to see the person behind him clearly. Then he was hit on the shoulder by the umbrella. Constantine screamed in pain and turned to look at Schiller.

His eyes were a little puzzled, as if he didn't understand why Schiller took the umbrella back. Schiller said while tidying up the umbrella: "The guy named Batman and Gordon won't be able to find this place for a while. Since there is no one else, we don't have to pretend anymore."

"Tell me, what are you doing in Gotham?"

Before Constantine could speak, Schiller took out a small medicine bottle from his pocket and threw it to Constantine. Constantine caught it with his hand, held it in front of his eyes, and carefully stared at the ingredient list on it. After just one glance, he smiled and said: "This is a good product. It seems that we are in the same boat..."

As he said, he unscrewed the bottle cap and forced He couldn't wait to pour out a few pills and put them in his mouth. Schiller walked to the table in the basement and said, "You don't have to hide the pills in your sleeves. There is no poison in them. They are just ordinary painkillers."

The two walked to the pool table in the basement. Constantine pretended to be relaxed and said, "I just think that the following conversation is not suitable for a high state."

"Then give me back the medicine. It's a good product. More importantly..." Schiller looked at Constantine and said meaningfully, "...it hurts."

Constantine didn't want to eat it, but he smoothly put the small medicine bottle into the inner pocket of his windbreaker and held it tightly.

"Since you are so generous, it seems that I have to say it today?"

"But it's very simple to say. A mysterious person contacted me and asked me to deliver a package." Constantine took out a cigarette and lit it. He handed it to Schiller. A cluster of flames appeared in Schiller's hand, and it went out after the cigarette was lit.

Constantine asked with some amusement: "Who did you contract? It's related to fire... Let me think, a lava demon? Or a fire torturer?"

"Go on." Schiller took a puff of cigarette and exhaled the smoke.

Constantine thought, he didn't take the medicine Schiller handed him, but Schiller smoked the cigarette he handed to Schiller. Constantine always felt that he had lost a battle before the confrontation began.

Schiller really didn't care. No matter what Constantine added to the cigarette, it was all smoked into Gray Mist's body. Schiller would be happy if there were hundreds of demon contracts in it. He took all the power. Want to pay? Go ask Nar. It is only natural that the son's debt should be paid by the father.

"A few days ago, when I was still in the mental hospital, a voice suddenly appeared in my ear. At that time, I thought I was really crazy."

"He said he could help me solve a little trouble, but the price was that I needed to help him send a kind of power to a trapped unlucky guy."

"It sounds like a good deal, doesn't it? The unlucky guy he said is in Gotham, so I came here."...

"The plan I mentioned before about crazy wine is true. I really want to get this magical thing. After all, who doesn't want such an interesting thing?"

"But I also There is indeed another purpose, which is to get close to Batman, find out his whereabouts, lure him out, and then enter Wayne Manor to rescue the unlucky guy. "

"Do you know that Batman is Bruce Wayne?"

Constantine was stunned for a moment, and he asked: "Who else can it be if not him? I knew he was Bruce the first time I saw his chin. Is he still an anonymous hero?"

Constantine paused and said: "Well, even if he wants to be an anonymous hero, why does he show his chin?"

"I heard that Bruce is a playboy, I can recognize everyone who has slept with me. Chin, those socialites can certainly do it, isn't he afraid that those women who have slept with him will shout that he is Batman? "

"If you told him this before he debuted, he might be happy to cover his chin."

Constantine touched his chin, and then continued: "... I deliberately said something to attract his attention. During this time, I observed him and figured out his behavior patterns and daily routines..."

"I found that he would hardly leave Wayne Manor for a long time, which is a problem for me. I must think of a way to lure him out."

"I kidnapped the man called Dick's little boy, and then successfully led Batman here, but just like what I did last time, here is just an ash clone, the clone is here to hold Batman back, and my real body went to Wayne Manor. "

"Here I have to thank you, Professor Schiller, the theory you mentioned before inspired me. Although this move is called ash clone, in fact, its use is more than just clone, or it is a transmission called "clone". "

"When the ash clone exists, the clone can be transformed into the real body at any time, and the real body can also be transformed into a clone. I can quickly teleport between the real body and the clone. "

"After my original body entered Wayne Manor, I met a strange little girl with sharp teeth and great strength. I don't know what kind of thing Batman had sex with to give birth to her..."

"But it doesn't matter. I'm not going to break in anyway. Even if I break in, I don't know where he has locked that unlucky guy. I pretended to be stopped and lay on the ground. In this way, the returning Batman will take me to the place where he usually imprisoned others..."

"Sure enough, he did so. After I successfully delivered the package, I turned the me in Wayne Manor into a clone, and the original body returned here. If you weren't here, I would have been drinking a celebratory drink..."

"We can also have a drink now for your wonderful plan to play Batman."

"Aren't you his teacher? Why do you seem to be gloating?"

"You don't understand. The biggest entertainment activity in our city is to watch Batman."

"Then why did you come here?" Constantine asked.

"Of course, because I know you are a complete liar and you don't tell a single truth."...

"When someone asks you, you give them a reasonable truth. If the person asking you is not smart, they will be fooled by you. If they are a little smarter, you will reveal the truth behind the truth, which is also a lie."

"If people ask you again, you will reveal the truth behind the truth, but this is also a lie. Among these multiple layers of truth, they are all true, but none of them is true."

"You want to say that you only tell the truth. , never lie, this is also true, but the truth you tell is always reserved, every word you say is part of the truth, but not the whole truth, just like squeezing toothpaste. "

Constantine's hand holding the cigarette was a little stiff, he looked forward, Schiller took a puff of cigarette, also did not turn his head, but said:

"I know this, so I have been watching you, this is why I am here, I want to see how many times you can squeeze this thing into toothpaste."

"That is to say, in the future, you will keep following me, I say..."

Constantine made a dissatisfied expression and said: "Since we are all in the same industry, why can't we be more considerate of each other? Seriously, who did you contract with? Maybe we are old acquaintances."

"Wait..." Constantine touched his chin and made a thoughtful expression. He said: "I found out before that your dream is a little too real. Could it be that you contracted the god of dreams?"

"Then you are really lucky. Morpheus is different from those simple-minded and strong-limbed demons in hell. He is a man of taste and a beauty..."

"Do you know? Constantine, you put your real goal When hiding in all kinds of flowery remarks, changing the subject too stiffly will easily reveal the truth. "

Constantine coughed twice, and just when he wanted to ask, Schiller suddenly moved, picked up the umbrella, turned to Constantine and said: "The man you just fooled is here, I'm leaving first, take care of yourself."

"Wait, don't..."

With two "swoosh", Constantine faced Batman who threw the bat dart, slowly raised his hands, and said: "Your good professor asked me to do this, all this has nothing to do with me, I swear..."

Another sandbag-sized fist appeared in his field of vision.

Ten minutes later, Constantine leaned against the wall again. He pulled his tie with his hand. Batman asked him: "Is the story about the witch and candy you told true?"

"Ahem, of course, I don't need to lie to you about this part. That's how Laurena practiced..."

"The children who ate the candy are equivalent to giving their souls to her. Now, Sanchez has become a monster. Those children..."

"It's useless. Laurena has sold the souls of all the children in her hands to the devil. It's only a matter of time before the devil eats their souls."

Batman saw Constantine's indifferent attitude and couldn't help punching him again. Constantine tilted his head and left a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He didn't care at all. He still held the cigarette and said: "Even if you beat me to death, it won't change anything. "…

"In the era when witches were active, they sacrificed thousands of children in this way. Although these children were deceived, they signed the contract voluntarily after all. Therefore, they died of illness or accidents, and their parents would not associate these things with mysticism at all."

"If it weren't for Laurena's grandmother, the most powerful ghost mother in history, who violated the taboos of the mysterious circle and was exposed, people would not even know that there is such a person in the world."

"I know you want to save those children, and I want to too, but now everything is too late. Laurena is not the first day to cooperate with Cooper. She has been operating here for too long, and countless children have eaten candy..."

"Which demon did she sell the souls of the children to?"

Constantine shook his head and said, "Hell is not just Satan as you think. There are many demons there. They are of many kinds and have different duties. Laurena will sell her soul to the demon she wants to use. Over the years, no one knows how many kinds of abilities she has used..."

"Of course, even this way, she must pay a price. The devil likes the soul of the child conceived by the ghost mother herself. Therefore, every few years, Laurena must get pregnant herself, and then offer the child to the devil personally before the child is born."

"In the circle of mysticism, this is already a very good way of practice. Although pregnancy and childbirth are very harmful to women, at least she doesn't have to endure the torture of the devil herself..."

Batman stared at Constantine. He felt a little absurd about this. Getting pregnant constantly and then sacrificing one's own children to the devil can already be considered a good way of practice. How painful are the others?

"Do you find it incredible? But this is us. People think we are the Holy Spirit who controls the way of magic, but in fact, we are just prisoners in the hands of the devil..."

Constantine took the last puff of smoke into his lungs, and then exhaled his hoarse voice along with the smoke, echoing in the dim and gloomy basement.

"So, don't think about using magic to resurrect anyone... Batman."

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Zha Kang is an old liar.