Chapter 2187: Rehabilitation

When she came to the backstage dressing room, Hallie was sitting in front of the dressing table, applying makeup from Xiaozha to her own makeup.
It was the kind of dressing table that was popular on Broadway back then. A small light bulb was surrounded by the big mirror, which made her face pale.
She didn't feel anything on her own. Instead, she kept making faces in the mirror, laughing and screaming, while Zatanna stood silently aside, feeling sorry for her cosmetics.
Nothing else, the main reason is that Hallie is using too much lipstick. It's like drawing a crayon, painted circle after circle, her lips are scary red.
"Hi ladies, can I come in?"
Su Ming leaned on the door frame and knocked on the door with one hand. He also shook two bottles of soda in his other hand.
"Slade, are you finished talking with John?" Zatanna tilted her head and motioned for the death knell: "Thank you for the soda, and for pointing out the loopholes in the purple light circle. I really didn't find that guy in this regard. I'm still lazy."
"Straw, straw, straw..." Hallie took the soda bottle and started tossing around the room. As a little fairy, she must use a straw to drink soda.
So she ran into the closet and crawled between Zatanna's exposed costumes.
"I think he is still prepared for this. As long as he stays with you, even if a zombie gets in, he can take you away by turning to the mysterious house." Su Ming took out a pistol from his pocket to return the bullet. Pressing it with both hands turned it into a metal pie, and at the same time said: "Just then, your colleagues in the theater will probably be abandoned. After all, not everyone can enter the Mystery House."
Accompanied by the sore sound of the metal being squeezed and deformed, the death knell squeezed the metal pie in his hand, and then let the strangling twist two metal straws out and hand it to the two women.
Hallie drank happily at once, but Zatanna stopped talking, sighing for a long time.
Tired of Constantine's habit of betraying his friends, but knowing that it was the right choice, the Mystery House, like Zatanna's own Shadow Palace, are magical strongholds in a different dimension.
Ordinary people may die suddenly if they touch anything after entering, even worse than becoming a mushroom zombie.
The Shadow Palace is also one of her father's legacy. It is not a place like a temple. It is actually similar to Wayne's Mansion. It is a magnificent villa, except that it is filled with cursed magic items.
Zatanna would rather stay in a hotel every day than go back there, because the feeling of going home is like sleeping on a nuclear reactor, all kinds of curses and magic can make any mage sting.
After the establishment of the Dark Justice League, she moved many high-risk magic items to the ground of the Justice Hall in the name of ‘contributing to everyone’, which allowed the Shadow Palace to barely enter and sit for a while.
"I'm not surprised that he thinks that way. John has been like that a long time ago." Zatanna sat on a chair, took off the top hat and put it aside, looking discouraged.
Nothing else, it was the breakdown of the relationship and the death of her father, which made it difficult for her to forgive Zha Kang. Even if she wanted to get along well, there was always a thorn in her heart, and he was often stubborn.
"It's okay. I had a good talk with him just now. He fully realized his mistakes and told me that the source of mushroom zombies may be withered ashes, and he is now actively requesting to save sentient beings."
Su Ming said something that violated common sense with a serious face.
Zatanna felt wrong no matter how she heard it. John is not that kind of person. The thing he hates most is casting spells. If it doesn't help, the troubles that can't be touched will never be involved.
Seeing her disbelief, she didn't even drink soda, and the death knell screamed at the door.
"John, come here."
With a cigar still in his hand, Zha Kang walked over and stood straight outside the door.
Su Ming smiled and hooked his arm around his neck, rubbing Zhakang's chin with one hand: "Come tell Xiaozha, did you take the initiative to save the world just now?"
"Yes." Zha Kang's face was squeezed out with a smile by the death knell's big hand, and he replied very meekly.
"Well, if you know you are wrong, you will be a good classmate." Su Ming looked at Zatanna and said with a smile: "You see, John knows that he is wrong. Isn't this correct?"
"Really?" Xiaozha stood up, and circled the two of them with soda in his hand: "But how do I feel that he is a little absent-minded? You wouldn't be holding a gun against him? X metal bullet ?"
At this time, Hallie stood up, ran past Xiaozha, and began to squeak Zakang frantically. Of course she saw something wrong with this slut, and she also thought of what the death knell used.
She is a psychologist, and knows all the clinical manifestations of mental illness. Although some patients lose their perception of the outside world, they can only promise, but they feel that the itching nerve reflex exists.
So she intervened at a critical moment, and Zha Kang really couldn't help laughing.
Hearing that cheap and nasty laugh, Zatanna no longer doubted it, smiling so happily, it must not have been duressed by the death knell.
"Well, do you say that the ashes of withering caused this crisis?"
"Right." When Hallie's fingers attacked the ribs, Zak Kang's nerve reflex made him writhe like a loach.
"Then you want me to go with you?" Zatanna looked at the death knell with admiration~EbookFREE.me~ This man actually made people scumbags awake and ready to save the world.
"Yeah." Constantine replied still.
Su Ming blinked at Hallie with satisfaction and cleared his throat: "Ah, if I really have X metal bullets, I won't use it on him, isn't that a mess? Okay, you can take him to solve it. The zombie question. By the way, John, come to a portal, so that everyone in the Xiaozha troupe will go to the Justice Hall to hide first, and Hallie and I will go to the Forgotten Bar from there."
The obedient Zha Kang immediately bit his finger and drew a magic circle on the ground with blood, terribly obedient.
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In the bright bar, jazz music echoes leisurely. Of course, many of the guests here are really jazz, and the UK is rich in various magicians.
A chimpanzee was sitting in front of the bar, drinking unrelentingly, the detective hat in his hand was held tightly by his black paws, and was pinched into a ball.
"Tons, tons...ah!"
He drank a bottle of beer, then stared at the wine cabinet in a daze, his eyes completely out of focus.
Tracey, who was wiping the wine glass with a white cloth on the inside of the bar, would look at the boss from time to time, but with a gloating expression on her face, and sometimes turned her head and laughed.
As for why...
"Boss, another customer is asking for drinks. I don't know where the brandy is!"
Along with Jiao Didi's words, a tall and stalwart figure appeared behind Bobo.
The little lucky ape who heard this sound seemed to have heard the death knell. He shivered while sitting on the bar stool, and his hairy paws trembled violently. The empty wine bottle and the counter table made a Morse code bump. sound.