[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

"In Manhattan's deserttwilight,

In the death of afternoon,

Westepped handin handon Broadway..."

It was "Thousands are Sailing" by the Pogues, an old song that Constantine liked very much.

On the way being led forward, Constantine's gaze quickly scanned the surroundings. He observed the faces of these staff and patients, trying to find some clues from them.

At the end of the corridor is a hall, and the phonograph is playing the song "Thousands are Sailing". There are about a hundred patients moving in the hall, and most of them have various disabilities.

The lack of arms and legs can be regarded as an ordinary appearance. What's more, the heart was hollowed out, half of the head was cut off, the body was corroded by strong acid until there was only a little flesh left, and the whole body was peeled off, leaving only blood. Red muscle texture, half of the bones of the body are pulled out and half of the branches are tilted... They all look like this, they still seem to be okay, laughing and playing in the hall on their own, while the man in white work clothes The medical staff watched this scene with eyes filled with relief.

With such a weird picture, Constantine is completely sure that this mental hospital will never appear in the real world.

Suddenly, Constantine's eyes fixed on a blond man hugging his knees and huddled in a corner.That face is clearly the John Constantine of this world!

At that moment, Constantine really suddenly realized.

No need to speculate anymore, no matter what the hell this place is, it must be inseparable from this John Constantine!

It's just, how did John Constantine become like this.

Constantine only had a relationship with John Constantine for a long time, and later he didn't even contact him. Ordinary friends are not counted, but as John Constantine from another world, Constantine has a strange feeling for this John Constantine. understanding and awareness.

John Constantine is proud, even though the mental hospital is not a very good place for them, Constantine was flustered for a moment when he first woke up, but he will never allow himself to become like this ghost——

Cowardly, fearful, dazed and at a loss, just like a stray dog ​​that has been kicked and frightened, even if it is only facing the movement of raising its feet, it will hide in the corner whining, not daring to resist, only daring to hope The fists and feet that land on the body can be lighter.

If Constantine hadn't been able to perceive the weak magical fluctuations in John Constantine's body at this moment, he must have thought he had misidentified the person.

Constantine believed that he had encountered the culprit, and immediately suspended his plan to go to the so-called treatment room with the nurse to find out. He had something to say to John Constantine.However, the orderly who took the person to the treatment room was not in the mood to give him time to interact with the other patients, and he roughly grabbed Constantine's arm and tried to drag him across the hall.

Konstantin looked him in the eye suddenly and cast a charm on him.

The nurse who was recruited subconsciously let go of his hand. After a while, he grabbed Constantine's arm again and pulled him into the utility room on the side of the hall.

One minute later, Constantine had already changed into a set of white nursing uniforms, although the clothes did not fit well and were a bit too wide.Before leaving the utility room, Constantine hadn't forgotten to put a confusion spell on himself.Even if there is no magical item at hand to bless the power of the spell, it is enough to fool ordinary people.

Constantine, dressed as a nurse, walked through the crowd and came to John Constantine.Just as he was about to speak, a female nurse came over with two nurses.The indifference on her face was exactly the same as that of the middle-aged female nurse who had notified Konstantin for treatment before, and she said coldly: "Number 19530510, your treatment time is up."

At that moment, Constantine saw John Constantine's eyes widen in horror, he began to scream, and his body tried to shrink back.However, the intention of the female nurse with the two nurses is probably the same. The two men, who are more like thugs than the nurses, grabbed John Constantine and dragged him towards the treatment room despite his screaming and struggling. .

"Wait a minute." Constantine stood in front of the four of them, looking at the leading female nurse with his magical black pupils, and said slowly: "Vice President Grace asked me to take patient number 19530510 to a private treatment room. "

Vice President Grice was the name Constantine asked the nurse to reveal when he picked up the clothes of the nursing home in the utility room. It was one of the important figures in the food chain of the nursing home staff.

This eccentric mental sanatorium is called Ravenskan, which coincidentally has the same name as the sanatorium to which Constantine was sent twice.However, it may be because the world is different and the geographical location is different. This Ravenskan in the north of England is not much similar to the place in Constantine's memory, but it is not a good place.

"Deputy Dean Grace?" The female nurse was not immediately captured by Constantine's enchanting spell. Her mental strength was much higher than that of the big nurse who was hit by a single blow and was sleeping in the utility room at the moment. Said: "I thought that patient number 19530510 was a patient of Dr. Hengtong."

"I know, but Vice President Grice asked to see patient number 19530510 in a private treatment room," Constantine emphasized.

"...Patient No. 19530510 is not an obedient patient." The female nurse was obviously shocked by Constantine's tough tone. Coupled with the power of magic, she chose to use the power of the patient under the control of two big bosses in the hospital. Vice President Grace, who was more powerful in the game, took the initiative: "Why don't you let Tom and Murray send him there?"

"No need." Constantine imitated the rude tactics of other nurses, and directly pulled the shaking John Constantine from their hands, and quietly used a confinement magic. In their eyes, Constantine restrained John Constantine with absolute power. Lived the struggling John Constantine, alone.

"I can do it myself." Constantine glanced contemptuously at the two tall nurses who could beat him in terms of weight, dragged John Constantine and walked out of the hall.

Images of patients in black and white striped gowns being roughly dragged by doctors and nurses in plain white overalls are so common here that other staff and patients in the corridor don't notice what's wrong.

Constantine dragged John Constantine impatiently until he found a utility room for cleaning supplies. Constantine turned around, dragged John Constantine into the utility room and locked the door behind him.

He covered John Constantine's mouth where he was about to scream, and slammed him against the wall. The confusion spell faded away, and Constantine, who had returned to his original appearance, glared at John Constantine and said word by word, gritting his teeth: "What are you doing? What the hell!"

The blond patient was taken aback by Constantine's surging anger, and his blue eyes looked at Constantine dully, as if he didn't understand what he meant.

Constantine gritted his teeth, he slowly let go of his hand, and said bitterly: "John Constantine, don't tell me you have amnesia!"

It's not good to hit people's names. When you want to scold the other party, you always feel that you are also being shot.

"John Constantine...?" The blond patient looked at Constantine in a daze, and murmured suspiciously, "Are you talking about me? Is this my name?" Before Constantine could answer, John Constantine shook it vigorously Head, repeating ramblingly, "I am number 19530510, I am a lunatic, perverted murderer, I should be treated. I am number 19530510, I am a lunatic, perverted murderer, I should be treated..."

Constantine: "Fuck!"

Really amnesia.

No, it should be said that it is stupid.

A punch hit the wall at the side of John Constantine's face, forcing him to shut up. Constantine began to use magic to examine John Constantine's body, but he didn't find anything wrong. The body was damn healthy.Constantine tried to communicate with the other party, but nothing worked.If it weren't for the magic reaction in his body that John Constantine was correct, Constantine would suspect that he had identified the wrong person.

Constantine's nails were stuck firmly in his palm, and he walked around the narrow utility room twice, his heart full of anger that had nowhere to vent.However, when there was a stabbing pain in the palm and the blood oozing from the wound on the forearm dripped down the fingertips, Constantine suddenly woke up.

what happened to him? !

Doesn't John Constantine's weird and terrible situation make him realize how bad the situation is?Anger is futile, and it is useless to vent anger. What he needs to do most is to calm down, collect as much information as possible, and find a way to break the situation.

He didn't do it for John Constantine, but to save himself.

Given that he has already been implicated for unknown reasons.

Constantine rubbed the ring finger of his left hand and finally calmed down.

...Wait, did he forget something?

Constantine raised his left hand in a daze, looking at his fair and slender fingers.

[Jonnie, your fingers are so beautiful, they are very suitable for instruments like the piano. 】

whose voice is this?

【piano? 】Konstantin heard himself laughing, 【Forgive me, I can play a little star on the piano at most. 】

"Piano... Little Star?"

Constantine shook his head, suspecting that he was affected by the bad atmosphere of the mental hospital, and his brain went wrong.

Constantine turned his attention back to John Constantine.

John Constantine is definitely the breakthrough of all weird situations, absolutely!

Constantine endured his temper and began to question John Constantine.

After such cross-examination, Constantine found that John Constantine had indeed lost his memory, but he had not forgotten everything.To be precise, John Constantine has forgotten his own name and the magic most associated with it.

John Constantine couldn't remember his name, and he forgot that he was a master of black magic, but he remembered who his parents were, what his friends were called since he was a child, and how many girlfriends he had.Some friends who died due to supernatural powers were subconsciously changed by John Constantine, either by accident or murder, and it had nothing to do with magic.

What made Constantine speechless the most was that this John Constantine clearly remembered that his father was Thomas Constantine and his mother was Maria Constantine, but he didn't realize that his surname was also Constantine.

"Shit!" Constantine couldn't help cursing, he let go of his fingers, and let John Constantine curl up in the corner shivering, muttering not to go to treatment, begging to let him go or something.

Rather than suspecting that the other party was completely stupid, Constantine was more willing to believe that this was a hint John Constantine was trying to give.

Must not be "treated" by this sanatorium or anything.

Constantine stroked the ring finger of his left hand a little anxiously.

Suddenly, Constantine stopped moving.He lowered his head slowly, looking at his ring finger indistinctly.

He remembered that he should not have touched his fingers.

The memory clip about the piano just now is also very weird.

Could it be that he, like John Constantine, forgot something?

***

After all, it is the crystallization of power left over from the beginning of the creation of the world. Even with the Angel Blade as a relay, Beria was still shocked by the huge amount of information in this world when he absorbed the power of chaos.

In the spiritual world, Beria, with twelve pure black wings, stood in vain in the storm of information and laws, with black feathers fluttering and robes hunting.Compared with the raging wind, Beria's existence is too small, as if he will be sucked into the storm in the next moment, and his body will be smashed to pieces.

Beria's expression was tense, his hands were clasped together, and the dark angel blade condensed and formed from his palm.Holding the sword, he slammed into the void under his feet.

The void engulfed the blade of the Angel Blade, leaving only the handle carved with exquisite patterns.

At that moment, the entire spiritual world was silent.

The invisible force suddenly stirred up, instantly forcing back the violent wind that was raging around the Lord of Hell.

The long, jet-black hair fell down slowly, hanging straight down to the ankles.

The author has something to say:

#818 The hot Konstantin who was cheated by the yellow hair slag#

Constantine: Damn!As soon as I saw this little boy of yours, I instantly solved the case, bastard, you must be the one who tricked me!

Constantine(weak and helpless.jpg): I don't know what you're talking about QAQ

Beria: Don't stop me, bully my family and humans when I'm brushing dungeons, I'll kill you! ! !

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When two Kangs meet, there must be a pitfall →_→ Huangmao Zhakang wins first~