[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

The angry nurse snatched the cigarette that was still burning in Constantine's hand, extinguished it, and threw it into the sink: "This is a nursing home! Absolutely no smoking area! Where did your cigarettes come from!"

"I--"

Constantine was overwhelmed by the nurse's aura and couldn't say a word.

Fortunately, both he and the circus were handsome and charming, and the old man who accompanied them was the most respected Mother Teresa in the Notre Dame Nursing Home. Although the nurse was angry with Constantine's smoking behavior, he did not give them too much trouble.

Especially when Mother Teresa explained that "Konstantin is a senior exorcist, and smoking is a necessary medium for him to enter the state of exorcism work".

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be so cruel to you."

The nurse sincerely apologized to the two, and then emphasized again: "Although you have a reason to smoke, this is a no-smoking area after all, please be careful."

"Understood, I won't do it again next time."

Constantine swore without sincerity and promised to send away the responsible nurse.

Afterwards, they walked into Mother Teresa's room, and stood by the window sill with the old mother, looking at the sky that was about to be swallowed by darkness.

"When the mysterious cross entered the body, did you feel anything other than the burning sensation?"

"No, not at all..."

Mother Teresa said helplessly: "After that incident happened, I recalled the situation countless times, and I have carefully considered all the abnormalities that I can think of. I can tell you with certainty that there was no burning sensation at that time. any other abnormalities.

So, later, even though I knew it was a gift from the devil, I still lied to myself deep down that my ability was God's reward for my piety. "

"Have you been lying to yourself all this time?"

"Do I have other options?"

Mother Teresa looked at Matthew and Constantine with tears in her eyes: "So many years of belief...so many years of persistence...if it is finally proved that I have already become a slave to darkness, what should I do? What can I do? ? Everything I believe in and hold on to will...will...will..."

She paused, then whispered, "I'm going to break down and want to kill myself."

Suicide is a sin enough to go to hell in Catholicism.

Matthew instantly understood Mother Teresa's distress and helplessness, raised his hand, and patted her on the back: "I'm sorry, we are too harsh on you."

"No...not harsh...it's..."

Mother Teresa looked up and looked at the curve of Matthew's jaw: "Even if you are a child of the devil, I still love you."

"you……"

"After the incident on the cross, I quickly realized that this abandoned baby might be a devil's child, but I believed that even a devil's child could still be saved, so I found the devout Pandor couple and took the child Leave it to them to perfunctory. I hope their faith and love can melt the curse that the child was born with..."

Speaking of this, the old mother burst into tears again.

She held Matthew's hand tightly and emphasized in a trembling voice: "My decision is correct, you have indeed become an angel, and the wings of heaven have grown from your back. God does love you, and God forgives you." Your original sin! God..."

"God doesn't exist, it's the devil who saves me." Matthew said softly and cruelly, "I stand in front of you as a devil with angel wings."

"You are--"

"Yes, I am a devil, a real devil." Matthew said in a voice that was calm and hopeless.

Sister Teresa was stunned by this sentence, her whole body trembled violently, and her eyes showed unbelievable panic: "This is not true! How could such a thing be possible... You have wings! You have three pairs of wings! Those with wings How could you be..."

"The one with wings is not necessarily an angel, it could be a birdman, or a fallen angel disguised as an angel, such as the guy behind you."

Constantine said impatiently, his eyes fell on Gabriel who had been trying to hide himself in the shadows: "Gabriel, when are you going to confess?"

"Confession? Confession of what?"

Gabriel played dumb.

Constantine smiled, stroked his chin and said, "You didn't live well in hell after you fell to heaven, right?"

"I……"

"Hell was once ruled by Lucifer, but now it is governed by many monarch-level demons. As a former archangel, you must run into walls everywhere in hell. Either you are driven away by powerful monarch-level demons, or you are driven by your abilities. Quite demons taunt. Unless you take the initiative to vassalize a monarch-level demon."

"Konstantin, you—"

"Did I tell you?"

Constantine looked at Gabriel with a grin.

Gabriel is now being controlled by the father and son. Although he is full of displeasure, he has no choice but to lower his eyebrows and reply dryly, "He is someone you all know..."

"We all know... the first fallen?!"

"Yes……"

Gabriel lowered his head even more.

Constantine raised his hand and forced him to look up at himself: "Why do you cooperate with the first fallen?"

"I am not his opponent. I was coerced by him and had to cooperate with him!"

"really?"

"Of course it's true. After falling into the sky, my strength is not as good as before. What's more, my heart is still in the hands of the succubus. Hell is not my home field!"

"So you were manipulated by him at will?"

"Do you think I can resist him? I am no longer the archangel I was back then! I have lost both my angel's wings and my angel's heart, and I can only linger in hell..."

The more Gabriel spoke, the more uncomfortable he became, bloody tears even flowed from the corners of his eyes: "I was just being arrogant and rude to you, why did I suffer so much revenge!"

"Because arrogance is one of the seven deadly sins."

Constantine declared confidently.

Gabriel showed resentment: "I fell into hell, and you can't even think about entering heaven!"

"I never thought of going to heaven..." Constantine said, "I am such a bastard, I will definitely go to hell after death. However, I signed a soul contract with many monarch-level demons. Once my soul falls into Hell is bound to trigger a civil war in hell, so the situation becomes that I cannot die, and they dare not let me die before the great demons of hell decide the real outcome."

"Despicable and shameless!"

Gabriel blurted out.

When Constantine heard this, he was not ashamed but proud and said, "Thank you for the compliment."

Gabriel:"……"

He should have known that Konstantin, a shameless fellow, has always regarded meanness as a badge of honor.

Seeing that Gabriel was speechless again by Constantine, Matthew was also helpless.

He walked between Gabriel and Constantine, and asked Gabriel with a smile on his face, "What did the First Fallen promise you?"

"He..."

"It's impossible for you to do things for Him without seeking any benefits, is it?"

"I……"

"Don't pretend to be arrogant in front of me. When you were an archangel, you couldn't resist the feeling of being praised..." Constantine added coldly, "You like to be admired, even if the worship is not what you should be."

"It is the nature of all things to like being recognized!"

Gabriel defended weakly.

Constantine dismissed it.

Matthew asked: "The First Fallen sent you to take away Mother Teresa's soul as an archangel, right?"

"Yes."

"why?"

"I was also an archangel at any rate, and I seem to be very capable of bluffing people, don't I?" Gabriel deliberately answered the question.

Matthew was not angry either, and reminded Gabriel with a smile: "There is a price to pay for lying, whether you are an angel or a demon."

"I do not have--"

"Hiding the truth is a form of lying."

"All right!"

Gabriel, who was stabbed by Matthew, sighed helplessly, and said frankly: "The First Fallen recently formed a hell alliance, planning to unify hell into a whole, implement a senate council system, and then seek to become a senate council system supreme power of hell."

"He really didn't change his nature." Matthew complained.

When Constantine heard this, he habitually touched his pocket, remembering that the cigarettes had already been confiscated by the nurse, and looked at Matthew with a distressed expression: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"No."

"I need to--"

"I heard that hell is a no-smoking area?" Matthew asked coldly.

Gabriel nodded and said, "Hell is indeed a no-smoking area."

"Because of John Constantine?"

"He is only one of the reasons. The more important reason is that cigarettes are indeed very attractive. Even the evil spirits and demons of hell cannot resist, so they can only be completely banned."

Gabriel happily described the various ugliness of the demons in hell when they were addicted to smoking, and the practical benefits that this series of ugliness brought to the first fallen who first advocated smoking ban.

Unexpectedly, there were so many calculations hidden behind the no-smoking order of the first fallen. Matthew couldn't help applauding the great devil's thoughtfulness. Afterwards, he quickly realized that Gabriel hadn't answered the question directly, so he urged: "The first fallen What is the conspiracy of the oracles to take Mother Teresa's soul?"

"This one……"

"You have no choice now, you must tell us everything you know."

"but--"

"Or do you want to be crushed by me?"

Constantine took out the antique box used to keep Gabriel's angel heart: "I can always-"

"There's no heart in the box!"

"Really? You bet?"

Constantine, who was sure that Gabriel would not dare to gamble his life head-on, looked at Gabriel, whose face was getting darker and grayer, with a smile on his face: "You have no right to choose, at least in front of us, you have no right to choose! You only have to be with us. Let's work together!"

"I--"

"Cooperate with us and gain the hope of returning to the City of Silver; refuse to cooperate with us and be wiped out in our hands."

Constantine leisurely emphasized the content of the cooperation, and added: "Cooperate with us, you may return to the City of Silver, but if you refuse to cooperate with us, we will definitely wipe you out right now!"

"John Constantine!"

Gabriel let out a distraught growl.

Constantine picked his ears nonchalantly.

Gabriel, who protested invalidly and was crazily oppressed by Constantine's "father and son", was finally forced to surrender, telling all he knew about the first fallen, and adding his own analysis.

"The First Fallen has been restless since Lucifer left hell, but he has never made any big moves. This time, he is suddenly so high-profile. There must be a deeper conspiracy behind it, or he has got a powerful ally!"

"He is not afraid of being backstabbed by his allies?" Constantine said teasingly.

Gabriel said: "I suspect that his ally is some god who cannot enter hell, otherwise it cannot explain his recent series of actions."

"Some ancient god who can't enter hell?"

A cunning flashed in Constantine's eyes.

He looked at Matthew: "This god who cooperates with the first fallen, could it be—"

"Very likely." Matthew said knowingly.

By this time, the sun had been completely engulfed in darkness, and the nurses knocked on the door to let Matthew and Constantine leave.

No irrelevant personnel are left in the church's nursing home.

As a result, Constantine and Matthew left the nursing home, and Gabriel, who only they and Mother Teresa could see, was left behind to look after and protect Mother Teresa.

Gabriel was very dissatisfied with this, but unfortunately the protest was ineffective.

……

Walking out of the nursing home and walking on the streets of Gotham, Matthew felt very delicate.

He turned to talk to Constantine, but found that this guy had already gone to the roadside vending machine to buy cigarettes.

"Why do you like smoking so much? Thirty cigarettes a day?"

"Cigarettes are not just cigarettes to me, they are a part of life."

Constantine shook out two cigarettes: "Do you want it?"

"Thank you."

Matthew took the cigarettes, walked side by side with Constantine, walked through the chaotic streets full of crime, and returned to Wayne Manor.

At this time, Batman has taken Damian out to watch the night, Nightwing and Jonathan Kent have also returned home, and only Alfred and Harley are left in the Batcave.

Seeing the return of Matthew and Constantine, Alfred smiled and asked, "Gentlemen, do you need biscuits?"

"It's really tiring to walk all the way back."

While talking, Constantine grabbed a handful of freshly baked cookies and asked while eating, "Harry, you are not from the Bat family, why are you still in the Batcave late at night?"

"I'm not in the Batcave, where am I supposed to go?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and asked Constantine.

Constantine turned away, ignoring Harry.

But Matthew walked up to Harry and asked with a smile: "Do you still hear the voice of 'crazy' all the time?"

"I……"

Halle smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I've heard 'crazy'."

"When did it start?"

"perhaps……"

Harry paused suddenly: "Why should I tell you?"

"Because these are very important to me." Matthew said, "I want to have a good talk with 'crazy'."

"Then you should go to the clown, he has always been a 'crazy' favored person, the kind that cannot be saved."

"you……"

"Yes, I still miss him even now, although I have already seen his scumbag essence, and I also know that the one he really loves in his heart is not me, but—"

Harry let out a sigh of relief: "After all, he once occupied all of my soul, denying him is equivalent to denying me who went crazy with him all those years."

"You can say this, so it can be seen that you have indeed made a complete break with the clown."

Matthew took a sip of tea, then asked Harley, "Where can I find the clown?"

"you want--"

"Yeah, I want to use the Joker as a medium to have a good talk with 'crazy'."

……

The clown escaped from the Arkham Mental Hospital half a month ago, and is currently lurking in the dark night of Gotham, popping up suddenly from time to time, creating a gorgeous explosion, adding some bright colors to the simple night of Gotham.

The Gotham Police Department can't do anything about him.

They could neither prevent him from continuing to commit crimes nor arrest him. They could only sit in the police station trembling every day and wait for the night to pass and the day to come.

Naturally, the police would not step forward to stop Harley and his party when they saw the racing car.

They selectively blindly let Harley and the others go, sat in the brightly lit police box, drank tea, played cards, and watched pay TV.

Konstantin knew that most of Gotham's police officers are rotten, but he didn't expect the police to be so rotten. Constantine couldn't help complaining: "I thought the British police were the worst in the world, but I didn't expect—"

"Didn't expect the Gotham police to be worse?"

"Yes..." Constantine said, "I even want to suggest that the proverb 'Life in Paradise is England's policemen, German workers, and French cooks' should be changed from 'English policemen' to 'Gotham policemen' .”

"What is that hell like? I mean compared to the hell life of British police, German workers, and French chefs." Harry asked enthusiastically.

Constantine laughed and said, "Of course it's 'German policemen, French workers, British chefs'! At least as a British person, I don't like British chefs very much!"

"I don't like it either. The British don't know what food is!"

Harley nodded repeatedly and said in agreement, and then led Matthew and Constantine into an abandoned villa with a swift tail flick.

click-

The car stopped...

Harley got out of the car first, holding a hammer in both hands: "This is the hiding place of the clown, at least three days ago."

"now what?"

"I don't know, because I've been busy working to pay rent recently."

Harry said indifferently, and swaggered to the crumbling wooden door——

boom!

Kick open the rotten door.

The stench from the decay of animal carcasses hits the face with the inevitable coldness of a house that has been unoccupied for a long time.

Constantine waved his hand to dispel the strange smell rushing in front of him, and asked Harry, "Are you sure there are people living in the house?"

"If clowns are considered alive, there are indeed living people living here."

Halle complained about her ex-boyfriend without hesitation: "The skin of the dead body in the morgue for a week will not be whiter than his face."

"Well, you have a good point."

Constantine paused smoking, raised his hand, and the green smoke from his fingers curled up into a galloping cat and dog, rushing into the pitch black.

Whoa!Whoa!

After a strange sound, the cat and dog transformed from green smoke returned to Constantine and turned into nothingness.

Constantine turned his head and told Matthew seriously: "There is indeed someone inside, but it's not a clown."

"who is it?"

"A woman, maybe the clown's current girlfriend, or some of the clown's admirers."

Constantine, who had heard about all kinds of evil deeds of clowns, said casually, and turned on the light——

chap!

The dark room was suddenly as bright as daylight, and a dead woman lay on the slightly dusty floor. The strong body odor, coagulated blood, and rats and cockroaches gathered around the corpse all proved that the woman had been dead for more than three days!

Matthew looked at Harley: "You just said that you came here to see the clown three days ago?"

"Yes."

"What happened to the corpse?" Matthew asked directly.

Traces of blood on the ground proved that the woman was not transported to the house posthumously.

"I do not know."

Harry said without hesitation: "You know that the clown is a lunatic, a complete lunatic, and my mental illness has recovered. As a rational person, I don't know what the lunatic is doing in the corner where I can't see it. Is it normal?"

"But you know he lives here."

While talking, Matthew walked up to the stinking female corpse, squatted down, and tried to check her wounds, only to find that the woman was wearing an amusement park clown mask.

He turned to Harry and asked, "The one you met at the villa three days ago was the clown himself?"

"You doubt me--"

"Yes or no?"

"Well, I admit I didn't see the Joker himself."

Harry said helplessly: "He actually doesn't mind my betrayal, but he does. He doesn't allow me to enter the house to meet the clown. We communicate through the door."

"So you didn't really meet the clown three days ago, and you communicated with the clown through jokes?"

"Yes."

Harry raised his eyebrows, and asked excitedly: "What are we going to do next? Shall we make fun of that bitch?"

"What do you say?"

Matthew bent down to pick up a lipstick next to the corpse, which is a brand used by Laughs every day: "Although I can't be sure that this woman was killed by Laughs, the whole thing must have something to do with Laughs."

"Then we-"

"Call the police……"

"what?"

Harley was stunned: "You actually want to call the police? Are you kidding me? This is Gotham! And I am Harley! When Harry encounters a dead body, he actually calls the police! If this matter gets out, how can I stay in Gotham!"

"If you don't call the police, you will die." Constantine said slowly.

When Harry heard this, he was extremely surprised: "What did you say? I will die? If I don't call the police, I will die? Who wants to kill me? Who dares to kill me?"

"Whoever killed this woman will kill you if you don't call the police. Because—"

Konstantin took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a drag.

Smoke rings form the shape of the soul of the deceased in the air.

[What killed me was the joke, and the clown. 】

The soul said so, with sadness and helplessness, and it disappeared in an instant.

"What is this? Am I dreaming or did I accidentally overdo it?"

Harry looked at Constantine in a daze, and asked seriously: "Is the ghost just now your trick? The notorious black mage!"

"No, it's not magic, it's real souls."

Konstantin Qin put out the cigarette butt and told Harley seriously: "If you don't call the police, you will be the next dead."

"I can--"

Before the words finished, Harry felt a sharp murderous aura against the back of his head!

"Depend on!"

While scolding, he deftly avoided the murderous intent from behind, and Harry cursed angrily: "What bastard! Sneak attack me! I must—ah!"

Harry screamed.

She saw that the strange man walking in the dark actually had a pyramid-like triangular head, and his thick arms were holding a machete that was [-] centimeters wide and [-] meter long.