[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

"It's so deadly." Constantine murmured, the smoky hellfire spread from his feet, and all the sharp and heavy objects that might be deadly were wrapped and swallowed by those black flames.

After Constantine joined the battle, Beria who came with him disappeared.

Half a minute later, the successive accidents finally stopped. Although the big dog mask and Batman did not relax their vigilance, Constantine looked at Beria who reappeared, and his hands were relaxed by his side.

"Caught?"

"Hmm." Beria shook his right hand, which was holding it, and said, "A messenger of death."

As far as this dramatic and endless "coincidence" and "accident" is concerned, even the Messenger of Death can do it if you think about it.

The messenger of death is a servant of death, responsible for spreading death and harvesting the souls that death favors.They are particularly disgusting and repulsive in the other world. Most of the death messengers are keen to play death scripts and play with human beings who are desperately trying to survive.Not only will they deliberately leave some signs of death before each deliberately designed accident, but they will also stuff the illusion of death into the mind of one of them.

People who see the illusion of death will mistakenly believe that they have the ability to predict. Under various signs, they naturally choose to change their fate of death.This certainly messed up the death script, but human beings simply cannot escape the death designed by the messenger of death, and the lucky escape he thought during the process was just the climax of the script that the messenger of death wanted to see.

For those kinds of creatures, there is nothing more entertaining than watching humans struggle to survive, and make a lot of ugly faces about it.

Now, this messenger of death has been caught by Beria, and the death accident going on in the central square of Gotham was forced to stop.After Batman saw the gesture made by Constantine, he simply called out to the big dog mask, and handed over the mess to the Gotham police and relevant departments of the city government, while he drove three people plus one The invisible prisoner went to the Batcave.

Constantine looked at the Batmobile with a slightly complicated mood. It is said that he smashed it into scrap iron the day he first came to the world, causing him to bear a debt of 100 million US dollars. He was silent for three seconds, and decisively used the owner Batman to make fun of it. .He whistled at Batman, and said meaningfully: "Boss, it seems that we Clark are very popular with you."

The Batcave is just below the Wayne Manor. Constantine has known Batman for more than half a month, and he was brought here today.And Clark Kent, two days or three days, is this coming?

Batman's only exposed jaw was tense, and his pale lips moved a little, as if he wanted to say something to Constantine, but he noticed from the rearview mirror that Beria, who was calmly holding on to their troublemaker at the moment, closed his eyes tightly. mouth, decided to ignore Constantine.

The relationship between Beria and Constantine has never been concealed. He will not allow anyone to "offend" Constantine. Batman sees this too clearly.

On the passenger seat, Clark Kent, who was firmly wearing a big dog mask and leaned against the back of the seat, panicked when he heard that his identity was picked up. Fortunately, he thought that the two behind him were their colleagues. Knowing Bruce's identity as Batman in this way is not uncommon.

So, somewhat embarrassed, he took off the big dog mask that someone had discarded on the ground to hide his identity while fleeing, and nervously helped Batman explain: "Bruce, no, I mean, B, he takes good care of me." ,I am grateful to him."

When he found out that Bruce Wayne was Batman, Clark Kent was really surprised, and immediately admired him sincerely.Well, it was a surprise when Batman fell off his horse. It was his fault that his hearing was too good, and Bruce's heartbeat was so good to hear that it was unique. Even wearing the Dark Knight's equipment did not reduce it by half.

It's a pity that Clark Kent's honesty at the time did not bring Bruce Batman Wayne a smile. Instead, he brought himself countless small experiments, just to test which material could block his hearing.

Constantine tilted his head innocently, and said, "Is there any direct reason for this to please the boss?"

Clark Kent: "..."

Maybe not?

"Can……"

"Shut up and sit down."

Batman's throat cancer voice at this time, combined with his majestic tone, can instantly bring Clark Kent back to the feeling he had when facing the teacher in school, and maybe there is also the sequelae of being always looked at with disapproving eyes when he was being pulled to do experiments?Anyway, Clark Kent immediately sat up straight, looked ahead, and put his hands on his knees neatly.

"Okay Bruce, no problem Bruce."

"...call me 'Batman.'"

"Okay, B."

Inside Clark Kent: Just call B!

***

From the collapse of the Brown Bridge on the afternoon of the 28th of this month, to the death of a natural gas leak in a survivor's home last night, to the death of a survivor who was hit by a private car on the sidewalk this morning, and to the large-scale explosion in the central square of Gotham tonight. A series of fatal accidents caused by the accident at the venue, although the culprit, the death messenger, has been arrested, but Bruce Wayne's mood has not improved a bit.

Every time Constantine kills a monster in Gotham, he never forgets to take pictures and keep records. Bruce Wayne saw how many monsters participated in the Halloween carnival this night, which once again reminded him of Zatanna and his "Things that the evil gods and evil spirits of the world will do before the destructive crisis comes".What's more, although they caught the messenger of death who was causing trouble in Gotham this time, there was not only one messenger of death.

Bruce watched being forced to reveal his figure, suffocating and crouching in the cage cast by the half-body weapon Death Scythe, oh, and a small piece of special metal was burned into a short blade by the fire of hell for Bruce to kill the messenger of death afterwards .

It can be said that these two Chief Magic Advisors of the Wayne Group have really done their duty.

It was already one o'clock in the morning after the two conscientious consultants finished working overtime on Halloween, and Constantine, who was not keen on using the power of the Lord of Hell to restore himself, insisted on taking a shower and throwing himself on the bed, waiting for Beria to write After the human habit of washing, Constantine had fallen asleep.

Beria stared at Constantine's sleeping face, stroked his very delicate brow bone with his fingers, and murmured softly: "My love." He folded his arms, took the human into his arms, and looked at the Look again, then close your eyes.

The wind in Gotham tonight has an ominous air, which may be a sign.

Belial sank his mind into the angel blade, pulling the power of the chaotic fragments to wrap around and penetrate his damaged core.

The world is not safe enough.

He needs enough power to protect his humans.

***

Constantine thought he was asleep at first.

In a completely black world, his body kept sinking and sinking. He tried to resist, but his limbs couldn't draw any strength.The feeling of weightlessness made his heart tremble, and the sticky pain made him wish he could pierce his hand through his heart and scratch it twice.

Just when the discomfort reached its extreme and made Constantine want to open his mouth to roar, a black flame suddenly burned, forcing back the sticky darkness around him in an instant.

The moment the impenetrable darkness was forced back by the flames of hell, the speed of his fall suddenly accelerated.The next moment, his back hurt, and a hoarse cry of pain came out of his mouth.

Constantine sat up abruptly, his body curled up in a corner, his forehead pressed against the cold wall.He gasped for breath, his hands and feet trembling slightly.

He didn't leave much time for himself. He tried his best to adjust his breathing, and Constantine, who was trying to calm down, wanted to raise his hand to wipe away the cold sweat that had dripped into his eyes, but the sense of restraint from his hands and feet prevented him from doing so. this action.

"how……"

Constantine lowered his head, and when he saw the clothes he was wearing, his eyes suddenly widened, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"how so!"

He was wearing a black and white striped straitjacket, which forced Constantine's arms to wrap around his body.Under him was a white single bed, and there was only one window inlaid with iron bars in the narrow room.

Cold sweat instantly soaked Constantine's clothes.

This is a mental sanatorium, Constantine's nightmare.

"Calm down, calm down, John Constantine, you're not a child anymore, you don't have to be afraid of this at all..."

Not being a child anymore means not being easily deprived of all freedom, only able to face those terrible treatments helplessly.Now he is a master of black magic and a famous exorcist in the world.With one spell, he can break free from these constraints, he can escape from this nursing home, and he can even smash this damn place without doing anything.

Right, that is it.

He doesn't have to be afraid of this kind of ghost place at all.

After a minute of mental training for himself, Constantine finally calmed down and began to analyze the current situation.

He was pretty sure that the previous him was sleeping.

On the hellish Halloween carnival night, all the ghosts and ghosts are acting together as demons, and he has been busy in Gotham City for most of the night.Constantine swears that in his original world, he never killed so many kinds of monsters at once, but fortunately he was the final victor.

Exhausted, the exorcist returned home, insisted on taking a shower, and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

When a person falls asleep, his consciousness becomes blurred and his spirit is extremely relaxed.He felt himself relax for a while, and then something went wrong.

The sticky and cramped darkness, the sense of weightlessness with nowhere to go, the unknown fear that chokes your heart...

When he finally got rid of those terrible feelings, he was already in this small single room in the ward, still wearing this nightmarish restraint suit.

So, he was plotted against?

Mental attack or physical harm?

Constantine once confirmed the standard of strength in this world with Zatana Zaatara. In another world, Constantine is still the best master of black magic.It was impossible for someone to leave a spiritual seal on him without his knowledge, and it was impossible for someone to rob him to this place without alarming the various enchantment traps he had set up outside his home.

There must be something in it that he didn't notice.

Anyway, get out of this damn place first.

Constantine let out a breath slowly, his lips moved silently, and the magic element vibrated in the air, turning into sharp knives, splitting the straitjacket on Constantine's body instantly.

"Hiss." Konstantin grunted in pain. He tore off the sleeve of the straitjacket that had turned into rags, and looked at the wound left by the wind blade on his forearm, blood was gurgling out.

Although he tried to calm down, the panic in his heart still affected his spell.Accidentally used more magic power, the wind blade cut his arm while cutting the straitjacket.

Constantine's expression was in a trance for a moment.

Why did he feel that he would have a more obedient power that could easily free him from the straitjacket without hurting himself?

He seemed to have forgotten something.

"Tick, tick..."

The sound of blood dripping made Constantine barely concentrate on his eyes. He picked up a rag that had been cut into long strips, bit one end with his teeth, and grasped the fabric with the other hand, quickly and vigorously Wrap his arm wound.

After taking care of the injury simply, Constantine climbed out of bed.He glanced out of the window first, the woods, the green field, and the dark red sky.

Dark red sky?

Constantine withdrew his gaze tensely, turned back to the door, and peeped into the corridor through the window on the door.

The corridor was almost dead silent, save for the faint green light of the automatic emergency lights.

This place should be in the night rest time. At this time, only the nurses on duty should patrol the corridors every once in a while.

Constantine raised his hand towards the keyhole of the door and chanted a spell.

With a "click", the door opened.

Constantine took a deep breath and slowly opened the door.He poked his head out to look left and right, finally raised his foot, and took the first step cautiously.

However, the moment he stepped into the corridor, a sudden change occurred.

The hallway, which was unusually dark before, was brightly lit at the moment. He turned his head suddenly, only to see that the main door of the ward where the other script should be in the room where he had just taken a step was closed.He was wearing a ragged hospital gown, and there was a blood-oozing simple bandage on his left forearm. He maintained a ridiculous movement because there was no door frame to support him, but at this moment he seemed to break into another world again.

Figures in white hospital work uniforms or black and white striped hospital gowns appeared out of nowhere in the corridor. They were walking or stopping, or talking, or just immersing themselves in their own world.

A voice sounded coldly behind him.

"Patient No. 19640902, your treatment time is up."

Konstantin turned his head abruptly, only to see a middle-aged woman in a white nurse uniform and a small white cap standing behind him at some point.She looked at Constantine indifferently, looking at him as if she was looking at a perch that was about to be put on the cutting board.

"you……"

Before Constantine could speak, a burly nurse rushed out from the side and grabbed Constantine by the shoulder.

The muscles in Constantine's shoulders tensed instantly, but thinking that this might be a good opportunity to investigate information, and he was no longer the little boy who was mermaid, he relaxed himself, staggered a little and was caught by the male nurse. Grab it and walk forward.

As he walked forward, the sound of music was gradually getting louder.

The author has something to say:

#818 A hot exorcist who got into trouble again#

Constantine: Damn!What the hell, why am I in a mental hospital? !Wait, I seem to be forgetting something?

Beria: QAQ