Chapter 475: The Three of Us (Part 2)

Bruce, who returned from Metropolis, although his thoughts were also swirling, still hadn't forgotten what he was investigating before he came to Metropolis.

Because Bruce didn't know when Constantine would leave Cat Getan, and he had no means to counter Constantine, he accelerated his investigation, intending to take advantage of Constantine's stay in Cat Getan to thoroughly figure out his background.

When Constantine was followed by Batman before, he didn't realize the severity of the problem, so he didn't think about fleeing Cat Getan. By the time he wanted to leave, the snow disaster had trapped him.

Because traffic was paralyzed, many places in Cat Getan City for having fun were closed. Constantine had nothing to do, so he started wandering around the city.

Unlike ordinary people, the city of sin, which was full of danger in the eyes of others, was just like home to Constantine. Even in this city, there weren't many people who could be more rotten than him. When one is rotten to the core, one is invincible.

He had been kidnapped by gangs, but within two days, he was in the bed of the gang leader. He had been extorted by street punks, but apart from two half-dead toads, they didn't find anything on him.

He had been kicked out by his landlord, slept on the streets, formed a band with homeless people, and even made a small profit. He had even been cheated by a madam in the red-light district, only to have the top star under her hand fall head over heels for him the next day and decide to wash her hands of the business.

Constantine wandered around this city that was similar to his style but also different, using the most uninhibited and crazy soul to make Cat Getan fall for him.

This happy and carefree life only lasted until he wandered near Cat Getan Cathedral.

Out of sensitivity to occult matters, Constantine discovered the wine pool hidden under Cat Getan Cathedral. When Constantine pried open the newly repaired floor tiles and saw the liquid emitting green light, his eyes widened, and his eyes shone.

Perhaps it was because he was skilled and bold, perhaps it was because he knew the demons wouldn't let him die easily, Constantine didn't consider any safety issues regarding taking the liquid at all. He found an empty plastic water bottle nearby and filled it to the brim.

But what he didn't know was that while Batman was investigating Constantine, he was also investigating the wine pool under the cathedral.

Before, he had checked quite a bit of information in books, only lacking actual inspection. For the past few days, he had been hanging around near the cathedral, and as a result, he ran into the sneaky Constantine.

Just when Constantine was stealing the wine, Batman appeared at the right time and wanted to stop him. But because Batman's precautions against magic were insufficient, Constantine ran away with a teleportation.

Then the two resumed the cat-and-mouse game within Cat Getan City.

At the very beginning, Constantine had the advantage, because magic was really convenient. Whether it was blinking, teleporting, or cloning, it was almost invincible in a chase.

But as time passed, Batman's powerful learning ability and ability to formulate plans began to play a role. Constantine discovered that he was facing one trap after another. It seemed that all situations were within Batman's expectations, and escaping began to become increasingly difficult.

Because Constantine was really slippery, Batman's patience began to run out, and his methods began to become increasingly intense. Constantine knew that if this continued, he definitely wouldn't be able to run away, so he planned to find a place to hide and avoid the limelight.

Most of Cat Getan's industries belonged to the Wayne family, and Constantine knew this. But if he had to find a place to hide, then hospitals, universities, and prisons were three places that were relatively difficult to be found.

The next day, when the bruised and swollen Constantine arrived at Arkham Asylum, the one who received him was Brand. Constantine asked somewhat confusedly: "Where's Schiller? Isn't he here?"

"His anxiety is acting up, so he went home to recuperate." Brand turned around, walked to the desk, and picked up the medical record and payment slip. He wrote two lines on the document, tore it off, and handed it to Constantine.

After Constantine took it, he scratched his head, reached into his pocket, felt those two coins, and then said: "Um, I don't have money..."

"It doesn't matter. He already anticipated this point." Brand took a document from between the bookshelves on the desktop and handed it to Constantine. Constantine opened the document and said: "IOU? This is too..."

"He told me to tell you—'Sign it or don't'."

"No ward if I don't sign, right? Alright..." Constantine glanced at the contract filled with various economic terms and signed his name with a pen.

Brand didn't even raise his head, called the nurse in, pointed at Constantine, and said: "Room 13 on the 4th floor, add another bed."

"Uh, Dr. Brand, the patient in Room 13 has aggressive tendencies. Did you forget? That's Dr. Hugo..."

Brand looked up at the nurse somewhat impatiently and said: "Then what can be done? The big bosses of the Twelve Families are all four to a room. How long does he want to occupy a single room?"

"If he doesn't want to, transfer him to the Central Hospital. There are still quite a few positions in the morgue there."

After saying this, Brand turned and left. The nurse shook her head helplessly, sighed, and said to Constantine: "Follow me."

While walking upstairs, Constantine chatted with the nurse. He was considered quite sociable when he wasn't acting up—to be precise, sociable with good-looking people of the opposite or same sex.

After arriving at the 4th floor, that nurse stopped at the stairwell, looked at Constantine, and said: "Sir, I don't know whose person you are, but I still have to remind you that your roommate is a bit abnormal."

"Oh? What's wrong with him?"

"He was originally the attending physician here, but I don't know why, he went crazy himself. At first, his aggressiveness was very strong, and several male nursing staff were injured by him. He's a bit better recently, but he might still attack people. You have to be careful."

"Doctor? How did he drive himself crazy?"

"Who knows." That nurse started walking forward again, saying while walking: "I don't think you need to be curious about this question. People go crazy every day in Cat Getan, and it doesn't necessarily have to have a reason."

Arriving in front of the ward door, the nurse pushed open the door, and a figure was squatting in the corner. The nurse frowned, turned around, and said: "Mr. Constantine, you wait here for a while. I'm going to call the nursing staff. How did he tear the straitjacket open again?"

Saying this, the nurse left. Constantine walked over, lowered his head, and looked at the man. He didn't look young, was bald, wore glasses, his teeth were chattering, and he was still muttering to himself.

Constantine leaned over to listen for a while. He kept saying words like "dream" and "monster." Just when Constantine shook his head and intended to walk away and not listen to this crazy talk, he suddenly heard a familiar syllable.

Constantine leaned over again, listened for a while, and confirmed that the syllable was "Schiller."

Constantine looked left and right. Just as he opened his mouth to ask, the nurse brought the nursing staff over. They pressed Hugo onto the bed and tied him up. Constantine coughed, pretended nothing had happened, and sat back on the bed.

After a while, an older nurse pushed a small cart to the door, took the tray, walked to Hugo's bedside, and gave him an injection. Seeing the old nurse walking toward him with a needle, Constantine dodged toward the head of the bed and said: "I don't need an injection, right?"

The old nurse sized him up and said: "Indeed not."

She took the document hanging from her waist and looked at it, then said: "Dr. Brand greeted me. Do you want morphine or cocaine?"

Constantine widened his eyes, but looking at the nurse's calm expression, in order not to show his ignorance, he coughed again and said with feigned calmness: "Morphine."

Soon, the medicine was delivered. Constantine pretended to be asleep on the bed. After confirming there was no one else in the room after the nurse left, he leaned toward Hugo's bed again.

Hugo seemed to have been given sedative drugs and was already asleep. Constantine looked at him for a long time and found no reaction, so he had to give up.

By night, the ward was very quiet, and both seemed to be sleeping very soundly. But after a while, Hugo, lying on the bed, moved.

His teeth started chattering, his whole body trembled, and he struggled on the bed. A few minutes later, he suddenly returned to calm, then slowly pulled one hand out of the restraint strap that had already been broken free, sat up straight, and then untied the other hand as well.

After getting off the bed, he glanced at Constantine, who was sleeping soundly. His face no longer held the fear and panic from when he was acting up, but instead appeared very steady and somewhat gloomy.

He walked to the door lightly, and the action of pushing the door was also cautious, not making a sound throughout. But just after he left, Constantine opened his eyes instantly.

Constantine let out a slight "snort" and said: "Only acted for ten-plus minutes and thought I was already asleep? Young."

He also climbed out of bed nimbly, without the slightest sign of being dizzy from the drugs before falling asleep. He opened the door lightly, followed behind Hugo, and then discovered he had arrived at a ward on the 7th floor.

The ward door on the 7th floor was more like a heavily guarded base gate. The door frame and door panel were both made of metal, looking like a place to detain dangerous people. But Hugo didn't know why he could open that door. After he went in, Constantine stuck to the door.

He discovered he couldn't hear the movement inside from outside the door, so he snapped his fingers, and a faint ghost drilled in along the door crack. Now he could not only hear but also see.

Inside the door were two men. One was the bald Hugo, and the other was relatively thin, far less robust than Hugo, wearing glasses, pale-faced, looking like a scholar.

"If you still want to come and mutter those unrealistic dream monster tales to me, then our cooperation ends here, Hugo."

"Jonathan, I'll say it again, that's not a monster tale, but something I saw with my own eyes! If we can't find a way to deal with him, even if we can escape, the final result will just be being locked back in."

"Fear has already defeated you!" The scholar called Jonathan raised his voice. He said with a disdainful tone: "Making people see unrealistic hallucinations and feel fear because of it, I can do that too."

"Originally, I had already developed that kind of weapon. Who knew..." Jonathan's tone became gnashing of teeth. He said angrily: "A mysterious thief stole my results and locked me in here!"

"Last time you told me you had been locked in here for over a year. Do you know that Cat Getan now has a superhero named Batman?"

Jonathan snorted coldly and said: "How could I not know? It was Batman who caught me and locked me in here. At that time, he was still a greenhorn, just lucky, that's all."

"It seems we both have our own enemies in Cat Getan." Hugo's voice became lower and lower, his tone revealing a trace of madness. He said:

"City of Sin? I think this is just right for us."

"Shatter the glass, ignite the banknotes, let the boring ordinary people eat bullets, let the self-proclaimed righteous heroes scream, this is what we should do—"

"It's time to make a big scene." ===== CHAPTER 476 =====

"It's time to make a big scene."