I want to have a date with Superman

Chas Chandler's daughter is called Tracey, the same name as Harley's mother.

Harley's unexpected visit almost made little Tracy faint with excitement.

After Harley personally admitted that she had fought side by side with her father, Chas, and dealt with enemies more powerful than Kryptonians, the way little Tracy looked at her father also changed.

Become extremely adoring.

Chas's wife Renee had met Harley before, when Chas married her.

Harley was the mayor of Gotham at that time, but now her status has been elevated many times. Facing her again, Renee seemed a little restrained.

"Chas, maybe you should move. Move to Gotham."

After dinner, on the way to the warehouse, Harley suggested.

After dinner at Chas's house, the space teleportation was not turned on. Harley was sitting in the front seat of Chas' taxi, chatting with him.

Chas has been a taxi driver in London for almost eight years.

"I like life in London very much, and I am used to the current social circle. There are people and streets that I am familiar with here, but Gotham is too unfamiliar." Chas shook his head.

In that exorcism team back then, he was the only one who truly gave up the extraordinary and settled for the ordinary. He married a wife and had a daughter, had a happy family, and lived the happiest life.

"Tracy admires heroes very much, and her ideal is to become a hero. Gotham has the most complete environment for cultivating heroes.

Well, training in the martial arts gym, practicing in the streets of Manhattan, the hero industry is a chain. " Harley said.

"It's okay to worship heroes, but you must never become a superhero. I won't agree." Chas shook his head repeatedly.

Harry nodded in understanding, "No serious parents want their children to live a life where life and death are unpredictable.

Before today, I would never have given you such a bad idea. "

"What's different now?"

Harley smiled: "Now Tracy knows that her father is a big hero.

Dad is the best role model for his children, and you don’t even have the right to dissuade her. "

Chas was stunned and lamented: "I'm so stupid, why do I have to brag like this!"

Harry said: "It's not bragging. You dealt with Novosun and Nergal back then, and you also joined Constantine's team and saved countless civilians from the wizards. You are definitely a hero."

"Back then." Chas glanced sideways at her. She had grown up, and there were a few wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. They were the only two in the car. They thought about those days, when they were so numerous and lively that even a car was full of people. No less, now even John is gone, so miserable

"Squeak——" The car stopped in front of an old warehouse door and arrived at the station.

"Wow, I didn't expect John's collection to be so rich!"

The area of ​​the warehouse is not large, only about a hundred square meters, but it is actually filled with "stuff", including animal skulls, ancient metal vessels, magic swords and books, and bottles containing magical biological materials. Gu Guan, a wooden platform for praying to the gods

In the warehouse, there was even a coffin containing a mummy. As the living people approached, the sound of knocking on the coffin boards could be heard inside.

"Clang." Harley walked to the box containing miscellaneous items and kicked it with her foot, making a messy sound from the bits and pieces inside.

"There are so many things, I don't know how long it will take to find them."

"What does that bag look like? I'll help you find it." Chase asked.

"The size of a palm, brown cloth, tied with a rope——"

"No need to look for it, it's not here." Morpheus appeared beside her without any warning.

A face and flames flashed on the surface of the black robe, which was very mysterious.

Harley explained Morpheus's identity to Chas before asking: "How long have you been here? Are you sure?"

"I just got here, but I'm pretty sure."

"Then go to Constantine's apartment." Harley looked at Chas, "Has John's apartment been taken over by the landlord?"

"I'll call and ask"

Fortunately, the house is still there.

John Constantine has been traveling around the world for more than ten years and is often behind on rent. Mrs. Dalglish has become accustomed to tenants not seeing each other for a long time.

The more important reason is that the old lady failed to find a new tenant.

"There's no need to go in, there's nothing inside." Morpheus said calmly when the old lady went to get the spare key.

"This is the last place." Harley frowned and said, "There is no need to lie, Constantine. Could it be that you are weak and your senses are wrong?"

At this time, she borrowed the energy of the yellow light and lightly disguised her appearance to avoid being recognized. Don't blame her for being sentimental. When she entered the door, the old lady was watching the replay of "Golden Nuclear Bomb vs. Darkseid" at home.

Morpheus shook his head, "Within a hundred meters, my sensing will never be wrong."

Chase was moved in his heart and shouted: "Mrs. Dalgliesh, have you ever touched John's things?"

"Chas, please don't taint someone's innocence. I've been renting a house for more than half a century and my hands and feet have never been unclean," the old lady said excitedly.

"I mean, have you moved John's things to another place to free up the room and look for the next tenant?" Chase explained.

"If someone signs a rental contract, I will ask someone to move Constantine's things out and seal them up."

The old lady's face softened a little, and she opened the door as she spoke.

It has two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, with a total area of ​​about 60 square meters.

There was a musty smell in the house, and the debris on the floor had not been sorted. When I touched the coffee table, there was a thick layer of dust.

"No, I remember John had a 32-inch Sony TV, which was my birthday gift to him. Oh, and there was also a pair of Bowers stereos, which cost John two thousand pounds."

Chas turned to the old lady and frowned: "Mrs. Dalglish, besides you, has anyone else come in?"

"His girlfriend Rachel came here half a year ago and did move some electrical appliances. I asked her and she told me not to mind my own business," the old lady said.

"Which Rachel? Don't be fooled, right?" Chase frowned.

The old lady glared, her old eyes were quite sharp, "Do I look like an old fool? Rachel from the Bramble family, she lived here with little John for more than half a year in her early years, and at the beginning of this year, she was brought back by John again. several times."

"Bramble. It's her!" Chas suddenly realized and turned to Harley and said, "Rachel is John's old sweetheart, and it was only after he broke up with her that John met Zed.

Her father's house was in the suburbs, forty minutes away.

It would be best if she were there, and if not, at least we could ask old Bramble about her. "

"You are John's friends, right? Where has he been? The rent has been in arrears for almost a year." The old lady looked at them expectantly.

Harley resisted the urge to imitate Bruce's thinking—to pull out her checkbook and buy the entire apartment building or the street.

She only asked for the old lady's phone number and promised to have someone talk to her about the rent later.

"Rachel, an 'old' sweetheart, why did she take things from her ex-boyfriend?" Harley asked curiously after getting into Chas' taxi.

"Perhaps an old love relapsed? Or a temporary running buddy?" Chas asked uncertainly.

"I mean, why did she move the TV and stereo."

"It must be a lack of money! John, she, and I were both drug addicts back then. Later, John and I quit, and she kept going."

Bramble's house was a villa with a garden. Before midnight, it was dark with no lights on.

The car stopped in front of the gate. Harley looked at the building in the dark and frowned slightly. "Something is wrong. The time and space there seem to have merged with another dimension."

"Found it, my bag is inside." Morpheus said calmly.

"Oh, damn," Chas looked at the messy weeds all over the yard, "no one lives here, no one has lived here for a long time."

Harry sighed: "It's really okay if there is no one, if there is someone."

The door lock couldn't stop the three of them, but when they entered the living room, they were immediately hit by the stench of rotting corpses, like a sea wave.

Harley used yellow light energy to illuminate the front, and saw five corpses lying in a mess near the sofa in the living room, and the smell of corpses could be heard from them.

What's eerie is that each of them has vivid expressions, seeming to reach some emotional limit.

For example, the expression of one of the black corpses remains in a state of intoxication, satisfaction, obsession, and excitement.

For example, Lean is sitting next to the sofa, his face full of domineering arrogance, like an emperor sitting on the throne compared to the reality of the dead body, his expression is a bit funny.

"What's going on?" Chase swallowed.

"On the second floor, my sandbag." Morpheus didn't even look at the dead body and walked straight upstairs.

There are only a few corpses placed on the first floor, but the second floor has been transformed into a devil's cave.

The four walls, the ceiling above, and the floor below were all covered with a layer of squirming yellow-brown flesh fungi.

"Tick tick tick." The thick, turbid yellow liquid dripped from the top.

"Gudong." Chas swallowed hard, "Hell has come to the world, and this place has become part of the shadow world?"

Harley shook her head, "There is no elemental breath from hell."

"You stay here, I'll get the sandbags back." Morpheus said.

"Chas, please stay here, I want to see the power of nightmares." Harley said.

Chas looked at Morpheus, "Aren't you Mengjun? You can definitely protect us, right?"

"Of course, by my side, you will never be harmed by the power of dreams." Morpheus said calmly.

"I'll go in and have a look too. Ah!!!"

He stepped into the muddy passage of flesh and fungus, hunched over, his expression twisted with fear, and howling in his mouth.

It wasn't until Morpheus put his hand on his shoulder that he woke up and said in horror: "I seem to be falling to hell, and there are so many dead people pulling me."

"That's a nightmare." Morpheus said simply, then looked at Harley.

Harley took a deep breath and floated into the passage surrounded by the power of the yellow light.

The next moment, a strange force entered her sea of ​​consciousness, like a swarm of mosquitoes, buzzing around her soul, causing her thoughts to wander in some twisted and depraved direction.

"All thoughts are united."

There was a movement in her heart, and all her thoughts returned to the same frequency. The strange power did not disappear, but changed from a buzzing to a low whisper: Get out of here, don't get involved. Leave this woman, she is ours. I'm hungry, I really want to eat. Stupid human beings. The person who dared to enter our territory is somewhat familiar. No, it can’t be him. He has disappeared. He has completely disappeared for a long time. Master, is it you?

It wasn't just one voice, there were dozens or hundreds of them, or even more, so many that Harry couldn't tell them apart.

"You have violated the laws of the kingdom I established." Morpheus said lightly.

"Ah, it's really him, Master!"

"Spare your life, spare your life!"

"We thought you had disappeared."

"Run, get out of here."

The flesh fungus tunnel boiled, and grotesque human faces emerged from the surface, all facing Morpheus and pleading.

"Are they dreams?" Harley murmured, "Dreams come true."