American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

It was another rainy day in Gotham, but this time it was slightly different. When the road that had just been illuminated by the sun was soaked by rain again, it still had the temperature at noon. Even through the soles of the shoes, it made people feel different from usual It's cold and muddy.

Zatanna, who was standing on the side of the road packing the magic box, looked up at the gradually closing dark clouds and sighed with concern, only to find that someone patted her behind her.

The owner of the newsstand next to her handed her an umbrella, and said with a smile, "Times have really changed. How could someone go out in Gotham without an umbrella?"

Zatana didn't answer, but just smiled and said, "I live in the apartment building next door. I just came out to perform street magic for two hours when the weather was fine, and I only needed to run two steps before going back."

After finishing speaking, Miss Magician quickly packed up her magic props, and ran into the corridor next to her with a large heavy box.

Running up to the 6th floor in one breath, Zatanna breathed a sigh of relief, but recalling the smiling face of the owner of the newsstand, she still sighed and said: "Sunshine will bring extra goodwill to people. No one would have thought that here is actually People lend umbrellas to strangers, and this is Sin City, not bad, right?"

As soon as Zatanna took out the key to open the door, she heard a strange noise coming from the house. She immediately took two steps back vigilantly. Just when she thought she was about to overthrow the cognition just now, there was a noise in the house. There came a somewhat familiar cry of pain.

Zatana immediately opened the door and rushed in, exclaiming: "Thomas Constantine?! Why are you in my house?!"

"I'm not Thomas..." The man who was lying on the floor of the living room with his hands on his waist and face full of pain slowly got up, looked at Zatanna and said, "I'm John Constantine, don't you know me?" ?”

Zatana widened her eyes and shouted in surprise: "John! You're back?!"

Constantine's face was full of pain, and his facial features were already wrinkled together. He covered his waist with one hand and his neck with the other, and said in a breathless voice, "Yes, I'm back. You don't want to know what I've been through. What…"

Zatanna could see that her old friend was on the verge of collapse, so she quickly helped Constantine sit down on the sofa and asked him, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you staying in the dreamland ?”

"It was like this before." Constantine let out a long sigh, and said in a trembling voice: "Until yesterday, Schiller came to me... That's right, this terrible doctor came to treat me again .”

With Constantine's narration, Zatana gradually understood what Constantine had experienced.

Previously, in order to repay Schiller's kindness to pay his debts, Constantine tore his soul in half, and one half became Thomas, using his body in the real world.

The other half took over from Morpheus the Oneiroi and supervised the dream kingdom for the retired Oneiroi, but just yesterday, Constantine, who was traveling in the dream world, heard a few dogs barking.

Then, a fast and powerful white dog threw him to the ground and sniffed him vigorously.

Then, Constantine saw Schiller's face.

"Schiller?!" Constantine exclaimed.

"That's right, it's me." Schiller folded his arms and nodded, and then he went on to say, "That's right, I think the problem between us should be resolved. You made yourself like this, and it's no harm to anyone." benefit."

"I think I'm fine." Constantine stepped back quickly, and then said, "I've had a much better life during this time than before."

"Okay, you know it yourself." Schiller looked up and down at Constantine, who was only half left, and said, "I think you should have discovered that tearing your soul is not only pain, but also pain." Lots of aftereffects."

"Because I've been through all of this before, I know how terrible these sequelae are, but at the same time, I also know how to deal with it."

Constantine showed a hesitant expression, because during this period of time, he paid the price for his previous reckless actions, tearing the soul is not that simple.

Of course Constantine knew that it would be painful, but he was not afraid of pain at all, but after doing all this, he realized that the pain was just the beginning, and the most frightening thing was that he could no longer control his own soul.

From the moment he tore his soul apart, Constantine often felt that he was seeing himself from another person's perspective, as if he was no longer himself.

What followed was a loss of control under this perspective. He could only look at his own soul, but he couldn't control it and could do nothing. The longer this went on, the more Constantine felt that he might lose yourself.

Constantine is not afraid of pain, but any creature in this world will be afraid of his own non-existence. That is not death, but everything is out of control, and he is powerless to watch.

Constantine knew that his previous actions were too reckless and reckless. His research on soul science has not reached the level that can cut his own soul. He has been feeling worried and fearful recently.

But at the same time, he also understood that Schiller, who was staring at him now, must be aware of this, so he deliberately delayed for so long before coming to him. This professor knows too well how to use fear to make people obedient.

Constantine was scared, so he had no choice.

"Don't worry, I'm just passing on to you some experience in dealing with broken souls." Schiller shook his head, his tone was very calm, and there was a power of confidence that made people feel.

Constantine swore in his heart 10,000 times that he would never deal with Schiller again, but every time he heard Schiller's whispers, the willpower that had resisted the temptation of countless devils would start to waver again.

In the end, the fear of losing himself completely overcame his willpower, and Constantine followed Schiller to a room in his spiritual temple.

This is a somewhat dark room, with only one chandelier hanging in the center of the room, the floor is a deep red carpet, one side is a traditional English cabinet, the countertop of the island in the middle is shiny, and the other side is a wooden Long table and chairs with candlesticks and flowers.

Constantine walked over and sat on the chair. He trembled when he heard the slam of the door, but there was no turning back when he opened the bow. He could only pretend to be calm and joked:

"Is this a candlelight dinner for the two of us?"

Konstantin turned to look at Schiller, who took out a few dishes from the refrigerator and put them in the oven. While putting on gloves for himself, he said: "My cooking skills are not very good, so please my friend Cook a few dishes for me."

With a sound of "ding", the door of the oven opened, and a rich aroma came out. Constantine shrugged his nose involuntarily, and said in a brisk tone: "It's really delicious. I didn't expect you to cook it again." side of the dish."

Schiller gently placed the plate on the table, withdrew his hand, looked into Constantine's eyes with a nervously focused gaze, and said, "As long as you like it."

Konstantin looked at the main course he put on the table, it looked a bit like a small rib, the color was just right after the fire, and more importantly, the aroma from it made Konstantin feel extremely hunger.

Constantine's Adam's apple was constantly moving, and his rationality told him that this abnormal hunger was not an appetite, but an uncontrollable desire, a hunger bursting from the depths of his soul.

Following his instinct, he picked up the knife and fork like a person who was about to starve to death, cut off the largest piece of meat with trembling hands, inserted it and brought it to his mouth, and then froze there.

With a shake of his hand, the fork fell down together with the piece of meat, and the food fell onto the table. The fork touched the edge of the table and continued to spin and fall.

In an instant, the air rippled, and a pair of pale and thin hands pinched the handle of the fork.

The next second, Constantine stood up with his hands and wanted to run away, but was grabbed by the neck by the same pale hand, pushed back on the chair, and was pressed against the throat by the sharp fork.

Constantine leaned back desperately, glanced at Schiller standing obliquely behind him with his only remaining eye, and uttered a scream that he had never uttered in his life:

"Schiller, you are crazy!!!"

"Eat it before you leave."

Schiller twirled the fork with two fingers, and the cutlery shone with dazzling luster. Konstantin closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened his eyes again, the extremely alluring ribs appeared in front of his eyes again.

"This replenishes your soul energy and makes it whole again, so you don't have to deal with those horrible after effects."

"But it's your..."

In an instant, the hand holding Constantine's neck tightened, and Constantine could only let out an "uh..." hovering on the verge of suffocation

Constantine's eyes unconsciously lingered on the food in front of him, its color, smell, and the most terrifying, delicious fantasies lingering in his brain derived from hunger and thirst.

The incomplete soul seeks completeness, so it is extremely eager for energy. Constantine breathed out continuously as if he was drowning. There was only one thought in his mind——

He used to think that Schiller didn't need a life buoy, just because the sea where Schiller splashed was not his field of expertise.

Konstantin, who was leaning on the sofa, panted tremblingly, and there was a dry retch in his throat. Zatanna didn't dare to ask him if he ate or not. He would appear here, and the answer was already obvious.

Zatanna was sure that no devil in this world would be crazy enough to force a friend to eat his own flesh. This kind of treatment could no longer be called evil, it was simply madness.

Constantine wiped his saliva, jumped up from the sofa in a hurry, stood hunched in front of Zatana, looked into her eyes and asked, "Is there a phone?"

"Yes, who do you want to call?"

Konstantin stood up straight, looked up at the ceiling, and said in a trance, "Schiller is a **** lunatic...We must work together to cure him!"

"Jingle Bell."

A phone rang, Oliver picked up the receiver, then turned around and shouted, "Bruce, I'm looking for you!"

Bruce walked over to pick up the phone and said to the other side, "Hello?"

"Bruce, I'm Victor, we have to unite and fix your crazy psychology professor!"

Bruce shifted the phone from one hand to another. He heard Victor on the other end of the phone sigh and say:

"I have deeply understood your feelings for the past four years~www.NovelMTL.com~ We have to take some measures against Schiller... But the problem is that I tried to control him, but failed. What good way do you have? ?"

Victor's voice was hopeless, so he was shocked when he heard a very definite "yes" from the phone, so he asked, "You really have a way? What is it?"

Bruce, holding the handset, turned his head to look at the scorching sun in Mexico and the huge tractor that was plowing the field.

He retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, and looked at his fingertips. A small piece of paper was twirled between the fingertips of the two fingers, like a flying butterfly.

But Bruce knew that it was not a piece of paper, but a common seed package, and the edge of the folded piece of paper revealed a curly English word - "broccoli".

Looking up, it is the sharp jaw line of the young man, and the slightly raised corners of the thin lips.

justice!

(end of this chapter)