The Death Knell

"＊＊＊＊, a simple noun."

Batman gave the answer in less than a second. Although he was expressionless all the year round, he still looked at *** with some disgust at this moment:

"It's obvious that you don't need to come to Gotham to ask me. Then there are only two possibilities. Either you are blind, or you can't see what is written here due to some factors. It is magic."

He also used declarative sentences to express doubts, which is his style of speaking.

The building of the Gotham Police Station is not high, it is an old building with only four floors. Although the Wayne Group has allocated funds to rebuild it many times, this height has never changed.

This also led to the fact that there was no wind on the rooftop of the police station, but at this time, Constantine only felt his heart go cold.

"Damn it, Lucifer can see, say, write down names, you can see and say them too, but it's me, can't see or hear, shit, I'm offending God, by that **** guy Cursed? Fuck you! God!"

He raised the longest finger towards the sky, and he cursed the **** damned loudly. Although Batman is recognized as the number one detective in the DC universe, he is also a detective and a master of the dark arts. Why can he do it? Can't do things by yourself?

But after thinking about it, he didn't bother to scold anymore, he pulled his windbreaker collar and shivered:

"Forget it, whoever loves to save this broken world, I'm leaving, Batman, I'll leave this matter to you, since you can see it, then study it slowly, I believe it will be helpful for you to understand the meaning of the words Say it's not a problem."

As he said that, he didn't even want the notepad. He turned his head and planned to leave the rooftop. He first went down the stairs and walked out of the police station, then ran screaming into the heavy rain, and rushed into the nearest nightclub to relax.

Gotham may not be very friendly to outsiders, but there are also advantages here, that is, there are many things to play, the prostitutes and male prostitutes here are of the highest quality on the East Coast, and the nightclub itself and the drinks it sells are also the best. Better than New York.

The famous old Lai Konstantin has no money, but he can have it. Whether it is cheating, stealing, or robbing, as long as it is not legal, money can be easily obtained in this city.

"You can't go."

Big hands like iron pincers grabbed his shoulders, and Batman's indifferent eyes could be seen in the rain, and a series of sounds of bean-heavy raindrops hitting his helmet with pointed ears could be heard.

This is not a discussion, but a notice. The owner of this city said so, and the meaning is very clear, that is, if Constantine does not explain the ins and outs of the matter clearly, then he will not be able to leave. Gotham is not a place where he can come and go whenever he wants, not as long as Batman is there.

"All right, all right, let go, you're hurting me, **** it, your hands are so strong, people who don't know think I'm an enemy of the Justice League, have you forgotten that we are actually colleagues? Or are you planning to do it? kill me?"

Hissing inhaling cold air, the slightly viscous acid rain blew bubbles at the corners of his mouth, Constantine made a sound of begging for mercy, and kept shaking his arms:

"Can I tell you that it's okay? But can you stop getting caught in the rain here? It doesn't matter if you wear a high-tech uniform, but I'm waiting for you. Even my underwear is soaked. Find a place and invite me." Have a few drinks, and I haven't had dinner yet."

Batman didn't explain, just grabbed the policeman's collar and led him downstairs to the inside of the police station.

He didn't need to answer Constantine's question, because the other party also knew why he was so rude, it was just asking knowingly.

Bruce Wayne is Zatanna's childhood sweetheart, and there is a history between the two of them. Obviously, this makes him not have much affection for Constantine. After all, Zha Kang is really too scumbag, and the last time he almost killed Zha lost his life.

Now it's enough restraint to just help Zha Kang squeeze his shoulders.

Two wet people came down from the roof. The identity of Batman is also very useful inside the police station. A long time ago, the police kept secret about the existence of Batman, but after Gordon became the chief, the police all knew that Batman In fact, it is one of our own.

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Feel free to enter and leave the scene of the crime, the morgue, or any place he wants to investigate, and many righteous people are willing to cooperate with his various requests. Of course, this is Gotham, and the so-called righteous people are not so Just clean.

For example, embezzling a small amount of money, abusing some power, engaging in racial discrimination, maintaining a lover's mistress, etc. Batman knows about these things, but he won't take care of things until they cross a certain line, because Gotham has its own rules of the game. this.

I met many police officers along the way, and they all greeted Batman with a flat expression. He didn't even respond, so he just carried Constantine and went straight to Director Gordon's office. Gordon's office is not big, at least much smaller than the mayor's office that looks like a White House suite. At this time, he opened the door and walked in, and Gordon was working overtime again. The old man was in the dark environment, exuding Fluorescent computer screen, typing with one finger Zen unskillfully. A few days ago there was a big mess in Gotham, a group of lunatics from another world came here to kill people like crazy, and some local people fished in troubled waters, and now the backlog of cases has bent the director's back. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"Why are you here? And this time you actually walked through the front door?" Seeing Batman push the door in, Gordon's eyeballs twitched as if he saw sparks hit the earth. You know, in the past, Batman never walked through the door, he would just pop up in the dark. "I need a safe and confidential room, a bottle of the cheapest wine, and a box lunch." Bat didn't answer directly, but just stated his request. He and Gordon are old friends.

After hearing what he said, the chief didn't ask any more questions, and immediately gave up his office, and arranged for the little policeman to buy food and wine.

The police station has a long-term cooperative catering supplier. Although there is no canteen inside, it is still very fast to order a box lunch from the alley next door. During the waiting time, Batman didn't say anything, just looked at Constance with his arms folded Ding, it's like watching a maggot that might bite. Some dislike, but also some vigilance.

The box lunch and cheap liquor arrived, and Batman paid the police officer's deposit, then he closed the door and pushed the food and drink off the table in front of Jon Kang.

"Eat, then talk."

"Looking at you like this, my appetite has been ruined. I didn't kill Martha. What do you mean by that look? Ha ha."

Constantine also has a personality. He pushed away the lunch box, picked up the wine, bit the cork with his teeth, and drank half of the bottle in one gulp:

"I know you don't like me, and I don't like Gotham, so let's make a long story short, everything starts with Deathstroke asking me to investigate the blank, and Lucifer, he is also involved. What’s more, you know, as long as God is involved, we humans will become very powerless.”

However, the Dark Knight hides in the darkness in the corner, and only his voice can be heard: "The Justice League has defeated enough gods, continue."