The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 2919 When Night Falls (37)

Chapter 2919 When Night Falls (Thirty-Seven)

"Which time do we have to go back to?" Constantine looked at the portal created by Doctor Fate and turned to Schiller and asked, "If the other party is the Flash, do we have to travel back to the time before he became a vampire? I heard that he was a good person."

"And..." Constantine said hesitantly, "I must warn you that the Speed ​​Force is something that even magicians cannot understand. If you want to fight the Flash head-on, we may not have a great chance of winning."

"We won't go head-on with him," Schiller said. "The me in Zan's body will give him enough pressure."

"what do you mean……"

"What is the most effective way to use time travel to defeat an enemy?"

Constantine immediately understood, and he said, "Of course we go back to his infancy and punch him directly. I see. The other you will tell the Flash that we will also travel through time, and then he will think that we may travel back to his defenseless infancy."

"In order to prevent his past self from being killed, he must travel back in time to protect that self as soon as possible, so that he won't run into us who have gone to other time points. This is a strategy to lure the tiger away from the mountain."

"That's right." Schiller nodded and said, "In the meantime, let's find someone who can really deal with him."

"He was before he became a vampire?"

"That's right." Schiller stated his plan. "We can't get in touch with the Justice League right now, but there are only a few answers. If the traitor is the Flash, then we can use his past self to deal with him. If the traitor is someone else, then the Flash of the past and the Flash of the present will join forces. There's nothing they can't deal with."

Constantine nodded, indicating that he understood, but he asked again: "Did you come to me to find a way to travel through time?"

"It's most efficient to come to you to find it."

"You can just say you think I'm easy to bully."

"I'm just more familiar with you."

"It's done." Dr. Fate said, and he handed over a pocket watch with golden light flashing on it. Constantine took it, looked at it, and handed it to Schiller. Schiller found that the dial of the pocket watch was quite complicated, with the year, date and time on it.

"Rotate to the time you want to go, and go through the portal. But remember, come back before the energy is exhausted. Make sure to adjust the time when you come back."

Schiller put away his pocket watch, nodded to Dr. Fate, and then said to Constantine: "Can you find a way to bring Zatanna over?"

"Without a body," Constantine said, "it takes a lot of energy to maintain the soul form, and she can't use magic, so why take her with you?"

"Do you really think we only need to find the Flash to successfully convince him to come back with us?"

"Is not it?"

"A lot of things had already started before they started. A person who ran so fast was bitten by a vampire. Maybe he was stupid, but it was more likely that someone had planned it in advance."

"Yes, he may have been targeted for a long time... maybe as early as when he was just born. If we want to find him, we will alert the people who have been watching him, which is really troublesome."

Constantine began to think, and after a while he said, "I'll go get some equipment, but I can't guarantee that I can kill all the enemies."

"You only need to take care of the magic part." Schiller said, "Leave the rest to me."

Constantine had no better idea. Doctor Fate needed to stabilize the portal here and also needed help to guard the House of Mystery. The other members of the Dark Justice League were scattered around the world, and Zatanna was in bad condition. They had no more help.

Constantine came back soon. He was wearing a long windbreaker with empty pockets. It was hard to tell what was inside. The magical light in his eyes soon went out.

But Schiller knew that Constantine's fighting style was not that of a bold warrior. He was very skillful in using magic and was more like a trickster than Zatanna. No one knew how to really hurt him.

Before passing through the portal, Schiller asked, "You asked Arkham Knight and Doctor Strange to go to the Legion of Doom base because you wanted them to kill the monster and then resurrect it?"

"That's the best case scenario," Constantine said. "If we ever get a blood-sucking undead monster, I'll make Mary pay."

"How did she offend you?"

"Do you think I volunteered to do research for her?"

"I thought you might be interested."

"Yes, but she defaulted on my payment."

The Midwest of the United States is always sunny, with the vastness of the Great Plains and the bright and scorching sunshine of the West. Even though it is autumn, the heat wave has not subsided quickly and it is still a bit stuffy in the afternoon.

The wind chime on the door rang, and a man in a windbreaker hurried into the coffee shop, ordered a large cup of iced coffee, gulped down a few gulps, and then let out a sigh of relief.

The coffee shop clerk smiled and said, "Just arrived a while ago, sir? It's much cooler now."

"Damn this weather." A thick British accent.

The coffee shop clerk immediately said, "Are you from England? Then I think you can try our new beans, which are the flavors that Europeans like."

"That's great, but you have to give me a hot drink. I have a friend who is a typical European old-fashioned person..."

"I understand, French or Belgian, I guarantee he will be satisfied."

Schiller, who had changed into a suit, walked in. Constantine, who was leaning against the bar, said, "I suspect you're just here to buy clothes."

"You have good reason to doubt." Schiller walked to a chair nearby and sat down, saying, "But don't forget how my clothes got damaged."

Constantine touched his nose and stopped talking. Hot coffee was quickly served. Schiller pretended to be curious and said, "I heard that every city in the United States has a superhero. Who is the one in Central City?"

"Oh, you misunderstood. Not every city has one, but our city happens to have one. Have you heard of the Flash? He is the fastest man in the world. He is also a frequent visitor here. Unfortunately, he always comes and goes in a hurry."

Constantine also came over and said, "I've heard of him. His uniform is red, right? I think his aesthetic taste is much better than that Batman."

"I think so too. People in Central City think he's better than Superman because he always moves quickly and never causes traffic jams because of saving people."

"He's a great guy." An old man who was drinking coffee slowly said, "But this place is not as bad as those cities on the East Coast. The crime rate in Central City is almost the lowest in the United States."

"I see." Constantine put down the cup and said, "I passed by at least ten people when I came out of the airport, but my wallet was still there."

The old man and the clerk all laughed. Constantine suddenly asked mysteriously, "Who do you think the Flash is? Is he really the long-distance runner speculated in the newspaper?"

The old man waved his hand and said, "It's not popular here to guess the identity of the hero. Since he wants to be a masked hero, he must have his reasons. As long as he is doing good things, there is no need to care who he is."

"That's right," Constantine said.

The two of them quickly finished their coffee and left the coffee shop. Constantine sighed and said, "People here are pretty tight-lipped. It's much better than the East Coast. If they were from a metropolitan city, they would gossip with you for two hours."

"People in the central region are more honest indeed," Schiller said. "I just didn't expect you wouldn't know the true identity of the Flash."

"I know his name is Barry Allen," Constantine said. "He's from Central City, and he's an overly optimistic and cheerful silly boy."

"But you don't know what his occupation is."

"I don't even know what Superman does for a living. I don't care." Constantine shrugged and said, "I just know they are all hot in their own way, and Batman is the hottest."

Constantine and Schiller strolled in the city center. The central city was not very big, and the city center was basically just a small area. They found a restaurant with outdoor seats and sat down.

"If the crime rate here was higher, maybe we could wait for the Flash soon, but it seems that no one wants to offend him today."

"Really?" Schiller said noncommittally, "Do you still have your wallet?"

"Of course... huh???"

Constantine was stunned when he touched the pocket of his windbreaker. Where was his wallet?

He immediately rubbed his hands, knowing that there was something he could do. There was actually no money or identification in his wallet, only some paper runes imbued with his magic power. He could track this power and find the thief's location. It was actually a sting operation.

Constantine stood up and pointed in a direction, and the two quickly walked towards the other side of the city center. It was obvious that the buildings were becoming more sparse and there were fewer patrolling police, which was a sign of entering the slums.

There doesn't seem to be any real slums in the central city, only some marginal communities, and the overall urban appearance is good, but no matter what, this city still has a dark side.

They crossed a street and soon discovered that the atmosphere of this community was completely different from that of the city center. Most people walked quickly with their hands in their pockets, and there were almost no cars parked on the side of the road.

This is the right place, Constantine thought, and he quickly followed the force to a house.

"Go get your wallet back while I take a look around," Schiller said suddenly.

"Well, shouldn't we teach this thief a lesson?"

"A thief shouldn't be guilty of such a crime. I have a feeling there will be some good ingredients here."

Looking at Schiller's departing back, Constantine shook his head. His intuition told him not to care what Schiller was going to do.

Schiller circled the neighborhood and finally stopped at the backyard wall of a house. He thought he had found his target.

The public security in the Midwestern cities of the United States is indeed better than that in the coastal cities, and the central city is also famously stable, unlike other cities in the comics that have so many disasters.

But think about it, with a large enough population base, there will always be a few born psychopaths, and because the superheroes protecting this city are almost completely unable to deal with such people, their living conditions are much better than in places like Gotham and Metropolis.

Missing persons cases are the most common crime in the United States.

According to common sense, the United States is a paradise in many people's minds. Every year, countless people leave their own countries and rush to this most advanced and powerful country in the world.

Some countries are far away and difficult to come from, but other countries in the Americas are much easier. Every year, countless Mexican immigrants cross the border into the United States.

But I have never heard of a significant increase in the U.S. population. Logically speaking, with so many immigrants from all over the world over the years, there should be at least tens of millions, if not hundreds of millions. However, the U.S. population has remained almost unchanged.

So where did all these new population go?

The answer is to disappear into thin air.

The crime rate in the United States does not include missing persons cases, especially in big cities. Even if a legal adult American citizen goes missing, it takes a long time to file a case, not to mention those undocumented illegal immigrants.

Some of them did disappear due to bankruptcy, or committed suicide outside the police's enforcement scope, but the vast majority of them encountered accidents passively.

Most of the accidents come from foxes hiding among the chickens. The number of serial killers in the United States is countless times more than what is reported on the surface.