Chapter 2184: Presumption of suspicion

"John, does this situation remind you of anything?"
In that legendary magic theater, various old posters are plastered everywhere, and Zatanna is in the lobby with Constantine, applying magic to the theater together.
When the weird guys with mushrooms on their heads knock on the theater door or the outer wall frantically, the thorn protection curse will bounce their strength back to themselves, so these guys are actually in the process of constantly flying and climbing themselves. in.
This is one of Constantine's best magic, because he is often beaten.
"Remember what? I probably remembered the first time I was drunk." Zha Kang pinched out the extremely short cigarette in his mouth with his fingertips, then crushed it on the sole of the shoe, and answered his ex-girlfriend. Question: "Everyone I saw at that time was a Beatle with a mushroom haircut."
I'm so tired, arranging a magic circle for the whole theater, Xiaozha's dad Giovanni didn't do any protection work here, really confident enough.
Going to the other world of Sannomiya to regain the raven made his lung cancer worse. Now the smoke in his mouth is not fragrant, full of blood.
Zatanna adjusted her top hat and rolled her eyes: "I mean the hyena. Remember the hyena people we dealt with the year before last?"
"Ah, you said that, of course you remember." Zha Kang took out the wine bottle from the pocket of the brown windbreaker, and squeezed the smell in his mouth: "The jackal half-orc made by West African voodoo technique, through biting People come to spread the curse of beastization, which is a kind of werewolf."
"Don't you think these mushroom people are very similar to those?" Zatanna walked away from the gate and walked into the venue. The zombies outside knocked on the doors and windows. The noise here is really not a place to talk: "Look. When I get to mushrooms, I think of voodoo, and then the of Father Midnight."
Constantine took a sip of the wine, feeling that he was doing it again, took out the cigarette case from his arms and shook, and popped a cigarette to light the fire.
He took a chic, then spit out suddenly.
"It's not him. He doesn't have this ability. I have recalled all the shaman witch doctors I know, even those old guys who live in African caves all year round and never wear underwear. An event of this scale is triggered within the scope."
Zha Kang, who was talking in the smoke, had a sneer that didn't know whether it was contempt or malicious, and his yellow teeth bared with dry lips.
The witch in fishnet stockings and tuxedo nodded suspiciously. Although she suspected that her ex-boyfriend was hiding something, her mind was full of mushrooms.
Recall that those zombies whose heads turned into mushroom bushes climbed the walls outside the theater, and the strange slime was stuck on the window glass. Even though they knew that they could not get in, they would inevitably be affected by these.
This magic theater is her father's legacy.
She rubbed her face and sat on the edge of the stage, with the bright light above her back shining on her back, but she didn't feel the warmth of the past.
"Come to Fei Shui Jingchun."
As soon as she snapped her fingers, she used a little magic to make half of the bottled water in her lounge fly over.
Before the incident broke out, she was rehearsing with the theater staff. Dozens of people depended on this theater to support their families. After the social environment of Earth 0 gradually returned to calm, she had to return to work to feed so many people.
Besides, she likes to perform on stage, and people do not feel tired and tired after doing the work they like.
She touched the smooth floor of the stage with her backhand, and she remembered her father, who was doing a great magic show on the stage at that time. He was dazzling and energetic.
"Hey!"
But just as she recalled, the door on the side of the stage was knocked open, and a few boxes of unopened pure water flew over from the basement and piled neatly in front of her.
She sighed and said to the smoky smoker next to her: "My whispering magic has recently shown signs of being out of control. I only want half a bottle of water in my lounge, but all the water stored in the basement flies over. Now! And the deducted price is calculated according to the latter, which is like a strong sale!"
Constantine shrugged. He didn't understand the magic of inverted speech before, let alone the modified version of inverted man now.
The sources of his magic are basically and heaven, most of which are hell. His power is traded with the demons. As for the price, it is the kind that is directly exchanged for others.
"If the death knell comes back, maybe you can contact the inverted person through him." Zha Kang dang his cigarette, and the soot fell on his belt, he patted it casually, leaving a stain on his shirt: "But I doubt them. The relationship is not strong. When he signed with the white monster, you were there, right?"
"Yes, it's just that I passed out." Xiaozha looked at him unhappy.
"Well, as long as you know that there is no notary in the contract between him and the reverser." Zha Kang grinned. He wanted to recover Xiaozha's ex-girlfriend, but his tongue was out of control. She pierced her heart: "I have heard from the orangutan that the cooperation between Death Knell and The Hanged Man is to ensure that the multiverse is not destroyed, but now Perpetua is dead and the crisis is over. The two of them may have had different dreams... ..."
After finishing speaking, he also deliberately winked his eyebrows, wanting to make Xiao Zha think about the scene where the death knell and the upside down man are squeezed on a small bed, but they are holding daggers or poison in their hands back to back.
"Thank you for reminding, bitch, I considered this possibility, but I never thought that your imagination is so rich. Maybe I should throw you on Michael’s bed and let that blast with the Seraph Sword. Your little flower."
The answer to him was naturally not a red face smile, but the death knell's sound like a devil, I saw the human figure in black and yellow armor walking in from the door just opened by the mineral water.
"Hello! Little Zha!" Hallie jumped out from behind the death knell, smiled and raised her arms and waved, and cocked one leg cutely to keep her balance.
Zha Kang smiled bitterly. A place like Los Angeles is such an evil one. Sometimes you mention someone and that person will appear.
But he still showed a business smile, and raised his hand without a smile: "Yo, Slade, what flame sent you here?"
"The sewer~EbookFREE.me~ that is called the sewer. John, your purple light circle does not cover the floor." Su Ming strode to the side of the stage, reaching out to hook Zha Kang’s neck, making him look like It was a little chicken who held back: "I know you think the mushroom people can only climb up, and don't know how to drill down, but this loophole is really too big."
Even so, Su Ming also felt that Constantine was very clever. He was able to close the theater in such a short period of time, and at the same time set up the purple light circle and the thorn bounce curse, which was considered good among many sorcerers.
Not to mention that he also saw the habits of the fungal zombies in time. In addition to biting people and infecting more of the same kind, they all like to climb high, standing on the roof waiting for their heads to explode, and spreading spores again.
So he changed the defensive direction of the magic circle a bit, instead of defending underground, because the cost of casting a spell was reduced by about one third.
After all, his protection for the theater is only to prevent zombies, not to prevent death knell.
But Su Ming only needs to take Hallie to drill the sewer a few blocks away, and then dig in from the basement of the theater with the correct location.
Halle is actually an expert in sewer guerrilla warfare. When it comes to drilling the sewers, she is as happy as the New Year. Well, the Gotham villain is born, who can't escape from the sewers?
You must know that when facing Batman, the most reliable escape route is the sewer, where the bat is always in a cycle of damage and repair of the monitoring equipment.
What's more, the Gotham sewer has so many layers, like a maze, I am afraid that even bats have not been to many places.
After hearing the answer to the death knell, Constantine resigned his head to his strong arms:
"Well, you found me. If you don't mind if I didn't wash my hands in the toilet just now, would you like to get my cigarette?"