The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

"Hey, hey, is anyone here? Is anyone there? Is anyone here?"

Peter heard the nagging prayers again, but he really had no time to care about it now, because Bruce was injured again, and Peter was busy thinking about how a fierce battle could cause the wound to appear only on the inner thigh.

This area is slightly sensitive, and Peter must be extra careful when bandaging Bruce, otherwise Bruce may permanently lose a bullet.

After several attempts, Peter finally admitted that there was still a certain gap between himself and professional surgeons. He sighed and said, "No, man, I'm afraid you have to go to the hospital. I'm really not sure, and it's not that I can't make do with it." ,but……"

Peter's expression changed several times, and Bruce understood what he meant. He also sighed deeply in his heart. There was definitely something wrong with the damn perfume that the female agent named Natasha was wearing, and the old saying was right. Yes, the more beautiful a woman is, the more deadly she is.

Of course, he and Natasha didn't really do anything in the sky, but in that kind of intense exercise, even if you just reach out to take advantage, it is very likely that a bump will cause bad consequences. The injury on his leg is like this now. .

Natasha didn't take the initiative to attack him. Just when she was touching his thigh, a bunch of candied haws hit the building, and Natasha's sharp nails pierced into the flesh next to Bruce's magazine.

The wound wasn't very deep, and it wasn't actually very painful. However, the difficult part was that the location was not very good, and during debridement and disinfection, the pain was so painful that Bruce wanted to die.

The two stared at each other for a while, and then Peter finally said, "Okay, I know it's a bit embarrassing. If you really don't want to go to the hospital, you can find a doctor."

Bruce wanted to say that he could go home and find his butler, but he quickly swallowed the words because he really couldn't explain to Alfred why he was injured in the first battle after his debut. here.

Natasha apologized and said she could go to the SHIELD infirmary with him, but judging from the crazy winking expression on Hawkeye's back behind Natasha, Bruce felt it was best not to go.

But just leaving it like this won't work. There is constant friction in that area, which can easily lead to infection. The key is that it hurts too much to walk and I can't move normally.

"Are there no other Batmans who have had something like this happen to them?" Bruce slumped on the bed and muttered to himself, "Have they never injured his inner thigh? When he was injured here, he wouldn't walk like a Crab?”

Peter seemed to think of that scene and laughed heartlessly. Bruce grabbed the pillow from the bed and threw it on him, but Peter's smile relieved his embarrassment.

Because when your best friend laughs, you know that it's not a big deal, and even if it is, he will come over and help you after he stops laughing.

"Sorry, but I'm going to answer the phone first." Peter couldn't stand the muttering in his ears anymore. He put down the disinfection tools on his hands and walked out to withdraw his consciousness into the gray fog world. As expected, he saw Constantine again. .

"Hey, remember me? Our deal isn't over yet, and I have a question that I urgently need your answer to."

"You ask." Peter said angrily.

Spider-Man doesn't like Constantine. There's nothing to discuss about this. In fact, Spider-Man hates bad people more than bad people.

I have to admit that some people are bad for their own reasons. Although it violates the law and moral principles, at least from the bad person's perspective, he has benefited.

But bad people always do things that harm others and are not beneficial to themselves. They know clearly that letting themselves rot will not do any good to themselves or others, but they still do it.

There are always people who find excuses and say that it is their fault that they are bad, but Spider-Man has seen too many examples. In the end, all bad people have others helping them clean up the mess. They, the people around them, this society and people like Peter. None of the good people benefited. Instead, they all suffered for him and helped him pay the price.

So Peter was really impatient to deal with Constantine and just wanted to fool him quickly, but he didn't expect that the first thing Constantine said was "Do you have Dr. Soship's phone number?"

Peter was stunned for a moment. In fact, it was not difficult to see that Constantine and Dr. Soship were in a hostile relationship before. Even if Peter was not a master of micro-expression analysis, so many years of experience in fighting against all kinds of bad people told him that he should be. Constantine is being hunted by Sochip.

What Peter feels now is that the world is too crazy, and mice are all bridesmaids to cats. Why doesn't Constantine suddenly stop hiding?

Constantine rubbed his hands and said, "I think there may be some misunderstandings between us, and communication is the best medicine to resolve misunderstandings, isn't it?"

Peter might believe a word of what other people said, but Peter wouldn't believe a word of it from a man who smoked during prayers and included 200 pounds of curse words in his eulogy.

He cleared his throat and said, "In that case, I can help you ask the doctor if he is willing to communicate with you."

Unexpectedly, Constantine agreed immediately, which made Peter really confused about his purpose. However, Peter didn't understand much about the occult circle, so he went to Sochip to ask as he said. His will.

After meeting this mysterious doctor named Sohipu, Peter discovered that the place he was in looked like a prayer room in a monastery. It was a dark, wrinkled small room, and this one had a pair of obscure eyes. The man with brown eyes was lighting the candles on the prayer table one by one.

"Hello." Peter said common sense. "I have a premonition of your coming, Lord. I know that the panicked lamb will not run too far in the end. He will repent to you and I will teach him to do so."

Peter couldn't understand what the other person was saying. He just expressed his meaning straightforwardly, but the other person seemed to already know something, nodded and said: "I will talk to him, please give him this."

Peter saw the other party draw a special pattern with paint on a stone slab in front of him. Peter guessed that this should be what the occult circles call a phone number. Although he didn't understand how this small pattern worked, he Peter firmly adhered to the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, and sent this scene intact to Constantine.

Constantine seemed surprised when he saw the pattern. His expression changed inexplicably for a long time before he hung up the phone.

Peter was a little curious about what Constantine would say after he called, so he projected his consciousness to Dr. Soship.

In the dimly lit prayer room, only the candlestick hanging high on the wall was lit. The weak light caused the eyelashes to cast thick and slender shadows under the eyelids. The thick shadows made the lines of his facial features clearer.

It has the softness of the East and the depth of the West, Peter thought, and there is also an indescribable haziness and mystery, like a parchment that is mottled due to old age.

"He must be wondering, how do I have his phone number when he was young?" Peter heard a specious smile in his tone, as if it was the most direct expression he could express from that gloomy and alienated temperament. Bai's closeness.

The doctor was talking to the carved stone, but why he was doing this, Peter didn't know.

"He's definitely in some serious trouble."

There was a voice coming from the stone slab, which made Peter feel familiar, but it seemed to come from an extremely remote and empty place, and was blown away by the wind, so he couldn't hear clearly.

"No one knows yourself better than you." The doctor added.

"And I never thought that I didn't know you well enough." The mysterious voice said: "I didn't know that you existed, nor did I know that you had such a past."

"It's obvious, Mr. Hell Detective." The doctor replied: "I definitely didn't hide it deliberately. This should be allowed to take its course."

"Yes, you have moved on to another me. Do you like this kind of new challenge? One after another, never satisfied, never ending, and those that make you feel stable and satisfied will be left behind by you."

There was some imminent danger factor hidden in the tone, and Peter could hear it. This was usually not a good sign, it meant that at least one person had some extreme thoughts flashing through his mind.

"John." The doctor called his name, and his voice was as stable as ever. He said: "The life you enjoy is what you deserve. There will be no more bloody terror and chaos. He will be quiet and happy. This is not Is it the dream you have always wanted to pursue?"

"This is just a dream you think I should pursue, doctor. Does it pain you to be born different?"

The voice began to become deeper, and Peter finally recognized it. It was almost exactly the same as the voice of Constantine he had contacted before, but because it was less hoarse, he had never heard it before.

The doctor called him John, and Peter thought that this could not be a coincidence, because Constantine was also called John, but this John sounded younger and stronger, or, perhaps, crazier.

Peter could only describe the older Constantine with vicissitudes of life and fatigue, but this one was different. The voice coming from the stone slab had an evil aggression, as sharp as the spikes on ironwood thorns.

Maybe he should be like this, Peter thought. Maybe this is Constantine in a universe who has not surrendered, but this does not mean that he will become a good person.

Perhaps on the contrary, Peter knew very well that suffering can demoralize people and dampen their spirits, making people calm down as if they had been poured a basin of cold water on them. If too much cold water is poured on them, some crazy and unrealistic fantasies will naturally come to light. Banished from mind.

Just because some people are not overwhelmed by suffering does not mean that they will definitely take the right path. Peter knows that sometimes we have to thank the cruel reality for preventing the more cruel ideas in some people's heads from becoming reality.

"I appeared just to investigate this difference." The doctor replied: "But I didn't find anything at that time, which made us become ordinary residents."

"Until you plan to find a new love?" The danger signal in the voice on the stone slab became stronger and stronger. He said: "You knew what your rescue meant to me from the beginning, but you still did it, and now Refuse to see me."

"It's not that simple." The voice coming from the slate was more suppressed. He said: "I will find you soon. I will pay your debt and you will return my things to me."