Chapter 788: Deadly Joke (XV)

That night, the rain in Gotham was extra cold, bringing with it a sense of desolation other than the chill, making people shiver from head to toe.

A figure staggered out of the dark alley, leaning against the wall and vomiting, then started coughing violently, muttering a bunch of nonsense, and when he finally moved to a step, Constantine's haggard face was illuminated by the street lamp.

He burped, leaning weakly against the cold wall, exuding a terrible stench. From the two shoe prints on his windbreaker, it seemed that he was kicked out because he had no money to continue smoking.

But his drug addiction kept coming back, and his hand that lit an ordinary cigarette was shaking so much that he couldn't even light a match. After trying several times, there was no progress except wasting a few matches. Constantine sighed and put the cigarette back in his pocket.

Suddenly, he saw a little fire appear on the other side of the wall, reaching towards him.

Constantine's eyes lit up immediately, and he immediately took out a cigarette, leaned over, and lit the cigarette with the help of the fire. He took a puff, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "Thanks, man."

But the next second, he was so shocked that he almost jumped up from the ground, because the face that appeared on the other side of the wall was Bruce in clown makeup.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Constantine exclaimed, "If I hadn't turned on the spiritual vision, I would have thought it was that madman!... Wait, you are not him, right?"

Turn on the spiritual vision again, Constantine checked Bruce's soul from top to bottom, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Oh, fortunately, you are not him... Wait, why are you wearing this makeup? Is it Halloween now?"

Constantine slightly moved his brain, which was still immersed in drug addiction. Thinking back, April Fool's Day must have passed, and he hadn't offended Batman recently.

Constantine squatted opposite Bruce and looked at his face carefully.

He found that the makeup didn't seem to be painted on. Bruce's face seemed to be soaked in some chemical agent. His skin became wrinkled and unhealthy pale, and his lips were extra red because the chemical agent caused the skin on his lips to peel off. The red was blood.

Constantine narrowed his eyes. He was about to ask when he saw Bruce take out a cigar from his pocket and light it. Then, Constantine smelled a familiar smell.

He opened his eyes wide, showing the most shocked expression since he was born, and then suddenly turned into anger.

He snatched the cigar from Bruce's hand, threw it on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and raised his voice: "Batman!

! Are you crazy?!

! Do you know what you are smoking?!

"

Bruce leaned against the wall and said: "Of course I know, isn't it the same kind of cigarette you usually smoke? Even the smell is exactly the same, of course, I know, this thing is called medicine here..."

"Can't you see? I'm sick." Bruce coughed hard twice and said: "I need this medicine, I plan to get more later..."

"F*ck is really crazy!" Constantine seemed to be stimulated by something, he Said to Bruce: "Medicine??? With your world's most genius IQ, think about it, is this thing a medicine???"...

"You..." Constantine squatted down, covered his forehead with his hands and said: "Listen to me, listen to me, Bruce... Listen to me, kid, I smoke this thing because I am a patient with advanced lung cancer, advanced lung cancer, you know? That is to say, my lungs are almost rotten now..."

"If you have spiritual vision... Forget it, you don't have this thing, but you must know that I am dying soon, this thing is not used to treat diseases, but to relieve pain."

"I am in pain now." Bruce's tone was very calm, Without any emotion, he said, "I have a lot of things to do later. I can't lose my ability to move, so I plan to recover my spirit."

"But this thing can't help you recover your spirit!" Constantine stood up again, and he spread his hands and said, "Taking *** will only reduce your memory, make you have all kinds of hallucinations, make you want to vomit, sweat coldly, and have no strength at all..."

"If you take this thing for a long time, it may harm your male function. If you take too much, you may go into shock or die!"

At this moment, Constantine turned around on the spot, held his forehead with his hand and said, "Oh my God! How can I... Why would you tell others about this? ! ”

His fingertips trembled a little, and he paused in place, then looked down at Bruce and said, "Do you really want me to tell you? You really want me to tell you like a wimp that this is actually very uncomfortable, okay?"

"I feel like vomiting now, my lungs hurt, and I will cough and vomit in less than two minutes, and half of the pain here is due to this thing. Are you satisfied? ! ”

Constantine gritted his teeth and said, "Batman, you are really good. Your recent psychology studies are really effective!"

"How do you know that as long as you take yourself as a hostage, I have to persuade you like a messenger of justice? ! ”

Bruce stood up and tried to pick up the cigarette, but Constantine pushed him away, but to his surprise, Bruce fell down as soon as he pushed.

Constantine was even more shocked, and he said, "Satan! How can you be so weak?!... No, you can't have, wait, wait..."

Constantine quickly picked up the cigarette at his feet and threw it across the street. Feeling uneasy, he lit a flame in his hand, rolled it into a fireball, and threw it at the cigarette until it was completely burned to ashes, and then he finally felt relieved.

Constantine knew that he couldn't use violence to provoke Bruce, so he helped Bruce up from the ground, helped him to the steps next to him, then half-knelt in front of him, pressed his shoulders and said:

"Bruce, I know you think I'm an unreliable person. Well, I admit that I'm a bad person. I got addicted to drugs at the age of 14. At that time, I just played with it. You know, my classmates all played this."

"I'm different from you. I wasn't born in a rich area, and my parents didn't care about me. I taught a bunch of bad friends since I was a child. They took me to play this, and I also think it's very interesting..."

"Yes... yes... At the beginning, it was very good. God, I felt that I could lie on the sofa all day, but at that time. I was too young. Just like you, I didn't realize how dangerous it was..."...

Constantine let go of his hand, then put his hand on his knee and said, "No matter who took you to play this, you still have time to stop now."

Constantine took a puff of the cigarette in his hand, then snapped his fingers and exhaled a puff of smoke.

Suddenly, a demon's shadow appeared on the street in front of him. Constantine walked over and pointed at him and said, "Look, I can summon the demon's entity, which is why I dare to do these bad things."

"If one day I don't want to be so bad, I can sell my soul in exchange for a stable life for the next few decades, but Bruce... Bruce... look at me..."

Constantine put his hands on both sides of Bruce's head, turned his head over and said, "Can you summon the devil? Do you have a talent for magic? Can you turn back time and start all over again?"

"If you can't, don't do this!"

“But everyone here is doing this.” Bruce looked at the lights on the street ahead and said, “They use this stuff as medicine to cure their incurable diseases. The people who sell medicine really think of themselves as doctors, and the people who take medicine really think of it as medicine.”

Constantine was silent, because he suddenly understood what Bruce was saying. He said, “Are you sympathizing with these people? Do you feel sad that they can’t afford medicine, so they can only do this?”

Then, Constantine saw Bruce smile, and the cigarette in Constantine’s hand fell directly to the ground. When the ash touched the ground, it was like a brilliant firework.

"No, I'm happy about it..." Bruce's lips began to tremble, and he spoke faster and excitedly: "I'm happy that I'm in it, and I'm trying to be one of them..."

Although Constantine didn't understand

this metaphor, he could understand Bruce's current state, because he could see the soul directly. He squatted in front of Bruce again, hugged his knees with his hands, lowered his head and said:

"Batman, do you know why I stopped you from doing this?"

Bruce looked at him, without any doubt in his eyes, but his eyes were very focused. He became better at listening to others than before.

Constantine moved his hands and said, "I know it may sound corny, but I have lived for so many years and rotted for so many years, and you are the first person who sincerely wants to save me."

"You know? I was very confused about this at first." Constantine sighed and said, "I really don't understand why you must save me?"

"Of course, there are many people in this world who want to repay their kindness after saving my life. They all know what kind of abilities I have. Some people become my friends just to live forever, and some people do me a favor just to let me help them kill people."

"It's not difficult to see through these emotions, because I can see people's souls directly, I can tell whether you are lying, and I can tell when you say this What emotion... Yes, I can read minds."

"But when I read your soul for the first time, I found that you just wanted to save me, and the reason you saved me was that you wanted to save everyone in the world."

"I was shocked because you were serious." Constantine looked at Bruce's blue eyes, as if he saw the bottom of the sea at a glance. Through his soul, he was talking to the little boy lying under the black tide. He said:...

"You shouldn't be so kind. What you get from this society is far less than what you give to it, so I am very surprised."

Bruce shook his head and said, "Isn't this society giving me enough? Endless wealth, favorable living conditions, and the confidence to not worry about livelihood..."

Constantine was stunned for a moment and said, "But this is not given to you by this society, it is given to you by God. You can't decide where you are born, and no one in this society can decide it either."

"... I took these things and had a very long dream. In the dream, I turned into a bat, hanging high in the attic, worrying about my mission of revenge..."

Constantine's eyes became gentler. He looked at Bruce and said, "Are you feeling guilty for not saving the world sooner?"

"No, I just think it's funny." Bruce showed a very stiff smile, as if the muscles on his face were not used to him making this expression. He said:

"While I was in the house, the owner here died by the thousands, and I just hung in the attic to sleep, moved by the logic in my dream."

"During this period, many people made a lot of noise to remind me. They said I should wake up, and I said they were crazy."

"The owner of the house finally couldn't bear it anymore. Lele, they kicked me out. I still can't understand them. I think they are so stupid, short-sighted, and easy to believe rumors. "

"I said to myself, I don't need that house. I want to stand on the roof and save them. After I found that this didn't work, I found a small door and sneaked in. "

"Then, I finally discovered the truth. It's not that they don't live seriously enough, it's not that they are used to treating everything as a game, laughing frivolously and absurdly. "

"But, in the life of ordinary people, all accidents are so absurd and very humorous. Nothing is completely under their control. So what else can they do in the face of suffering? "

Bruce looked into Constantine's eyes, the light of the street lamp shone in his eyes, like the sunset in Gotham, he said:

"They can't cry, because crying is too energy-consuming..."

"So, besides laughing, what else can they do?"

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