I'm going to have a fight with Superman

Chapter 548 The Fairy of Dreams
Chas Chandler's daughter is Trish, who has the same name as Halle's mother.

Harley's unexpected visit almost made little Trish faint with excitement.

After Harley admitted that she had fought side by side with her father, Chas, and dealt with an enemy stronger than the Kryptonians, the way little Trish looked at her father also changed.

become extremely adored.

Chas's wife, Renee, had met Halle earlier, when Chas married her.

Harley was the mayor of Gotham at that time, and now her status has been elevated many times, and Renee seemed a little restrained when facing her again.

"Chas, maybe you should move, to Gotham."

After dinner, on the way to the warehouse, Harry suggested.

After having dinner at Chas's house, the space teleportation was not activated afterwards, and Harry was sitting in the front seat of Chas's taxi, chatting with him about the family affairs.

Chas has been a taxi driver in London for almost eight years.

"I like life in London very much, and I'm used to the current social circle. There are people and streets I'm familiar with here, but Gotham is too strange." Chas shook his head.

In the exorcism team back then, he was the one who really gave up on the extraordinary, and was content with the ordinary. He married a wife and had children, had a happy family, and lived the happiest life.

"Tracey worships heroes very much, and her ideal is to become a hero. Gotham has the most perfect environment for cultivating heroes.

Well, exercising in the martial arts field and practicing in the Manhattan neighborhood, the hero industry is a chain. "Harry said.

"It's fine to worship heroes, but you must never be a superhero. I won't agree." Chas shook his head again and again.

Harry nodded understandingly, "Parents of decent families don't want their children to live such an unpredictable life.

Before today, I would never have given you such a bad idea. "

"What's the difference now?"

Harry laughed, "Now Trish knows her dad is a hero.

Dad is the child's best role model, and you have no position to dissuade her. "

Chas was stunned, and lamented: "I'm so stupid, why should I brag about this kind of bullshit!"

Harry said: "It's not bragging. You have dealt with Nuo Fusheng and Negal back then, and joined Constantine's team to save countless civilians from the wizard group. You are definitely a hero."

"Back then." Chas glanced at her sideways. She grew up, and there were a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. There were only two of them in the car. No, now even John is gone, so sad
"Squeak——" the car stopped in front of an old warehouse door and arrived at the station.

"Wow, I didn't expect John's collection to be so rich!"

The area of ​​the warehouse is not large, only about [-] square meters, but it is actually full of "sundries", including animal skulls, ancient metal utensils, magic swords and books, and bottles containing magical biological materials Jar and jars, with a wooden table for worshiping the gods
At one foot in the warehouse, there was even a coffin containing a mummy. As the living people approached, there was a sound of knocking on the coffin board.

"Bang Dang." Harry walked to the side of the sundry box, kicked it with his foot, and the bits and pieces inside made a messy sound.

"So many things, I don't know when to find them."

"What's that bag like? Let me find it for you." Chas asked.

"Palm-sized, brown cloth with a string attached to it—"

"There's no need to look for it here." Murphys appeared beside her without any warning.

A face and flames flashed on the surface of the black robe, very mysterious.

Harry explained Murphy's identity to Chas before asking, "How long have you been here? Are you sure?"

"I'm new here, but I'm pretty sure."

"Then go to Constantine's apartment." Harry looked at Chas, "Has John's apartment been taken away by the landlord?"

"I'll call and ask"

Fortunately, the house is still there.

John Constantine has been running around the world for the past ten years, and he is often in arrears with rent. Mrs. Dalglish is used to the situation that the tenant does not see him for a long time.

The more important reason is that the old lady did not find a new tenant.

"You don't need to go in, there's nothing inside." When the old lady went to get the spare key, Murphys said lightly.

"This is the last place." Harry frowned and said, "Konstantin doesn't need to lie. Could it be that your body is weak and your induction is wrong?"

At this time, she borrowed the energy of the yellow light to slightly disguise her appearance so as not to be recognized by others. Don't blame her for being sentimental. When she entered the door, the old lady was watching the replay of "Golden Nuclear Bomb War Darkseid" at home.

Murphys shook his head, "Within a hundred meters, my senses will never go wrong."

Chas's heart moved, and he shouted: "Mrs. Dalglish, have you touched John's things?"

"Chas, please don't dirty people's innocence. I have rented a house for more than half a century, and I have never had my hands and feet dirty." The old lady said excitedly.

"I mean did you ever move John's stuff somewhere else to free up the room for the next tenant?" Chas explained.

"If someone signs a rental contract, I will ask someone to move Constantine's things out and seal them up."

The old lady's expression softened a little, and she opened the door while speaking.

Two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom, with a total area of ​​about 60 square meters.

There was a musty smell in the room, and the sundries on the ground had not been cleaned up. Touching the coffee table again, there was a thick layer of dust.

"No, I remember John had a 32-inch Sony television set that I gave him for his birthday. Oh, and a pair of Bauer stereos, John cost £[-]."

Chas turned to the old lady, frowned and said, "Mrs. Dalglish, has anyone else come in besides you?"

"His girlfriend Rachel came here half a year ago, and she did remove some electrical appliances. I asked her, and she told me not to mind my own business," the old lady said.

"Which Rachel? Don't you be fooled?" Chas frowned.

The old lady stared, her old eyes were quite sharp, "Am I like an old fool? Rachel of the Bramble family, she lived with little John here for more than half a year in the early years, and was brought back by John at the beginning of this year several times."

"Bbramble, it's her!" Chas suddenly realized, turned to Harry and said, "Rachel is John's old friend, and it was after breaking up with her that John met Zed.

Her father's house is in the suburbs, four or ten minutes away.

It's best if she's there, but if she isn't, at least we can ask old Bramble about her. "

"You are John's friends, right? Where has he gone? The rent has been in arrears for almost a year." The old lady looked at them expectantly.

Halle resisted the urge to mimic Bruce's thinking—take out her checkbook and buy the entire apartment building or the street.

She just asked for the old lady's phone number, and promised to ask someone to talk to her about the rent later.

"Rachel is an 'old' friend, why did she take something from her ex-boyfriend?" Harry asked curiously after getting into Chase's taxi.

"Maybe a relapse from an old relationship? Or a temporary running friend?" Chas was uncertain.

"I mean, why did she remove the TV and the stereo?"

"It must be a lack of money! Me and John, and she, were addicts back then, and then John and I quit, and she has continued"

The Brambles' house was a villa with a garden, and it was dark and unlit before midnight.

The car "squeaked" and stopped in front of the gate. Harry looked at the building in the dark and frowned slightly. "Something is wrong. The time and space there seem to have merged with another dimension."

"I found it, my bag is inside." Murphys said lightly.

"Oh, damn it," Chas said, looking at the messy weeds all over the yard, "no one lives here, and no one has lived here for a long time."

Harry sighed: "It's okay if there is no one, if there is anyone."

The door lock couldn't stop the three of them, but when they entered the living room, there was a stench of rotting corpses, like a sea tide, rushing towards them.

Harley used the energy of the yellow light to illuminate the front, and saw five corpses lying around the sofa in the living room, and the stench of corpses came from them.

Eerily, each of them expresses vividly, as if reaching the limit of some kind of emotion.

For example, one of the black corpses maintains a state of intoxication, satisfaction, obsession, and excitement.

For example, sitting by the sofa, his face was full of bossy arrogance, as if an emperor sitting on the throne compared the reality of the dead body, his expression was a little funny.

"What's going on?" Chas swallowed.

"On the second floor, my sandbag." Murphys walked upstairs without even looking at the dead body.

There are only a few corpses placed on the first floor, but the second floor has been completely alienated into a magic cave.

The four walls, the ceiling above the head, and the floor under the feet, are all covered with a layer of wriggling yellow-brown meat fungus,
"Tick tock." Thick, turbid yellow liquid dripped from above.

"Gudong." Chas swallowed with difficulty, "Hell has come to the world, and this place has become a part of the shadow world?"

Harry shook his head, "There is no breath of hell element."

"Stay here, I'll go get the sandbags," Murphys said.

"Chas, stay here, I want to see the power of nightmares." Harry said.

Chas looked at Murphys, "Aren't you Mengjun, you must be able to protect us, right?"

"Of course, by my side, you will never be hurt by the power of dreams." Murphys said flatly.

"I'll go in and have a look too. Ah!!!"

When he stepped into the muddy meat fungus passage, he hunched over, his expression distorted with fear, and he howled terribly.
He didn't wake up until Murphys put his hands on his shoulders, and said in horror: "I seem to be falling to hell, and many dead people are pulling me"

"That's a nightmare." Murphys said simply, and looked at Harry.

Harley took a deep breath, and was enveloped by the power of the yellow light and floated into the passage.

The next moment, a strange force entered her sea of ​​consciousness, like a swarm of mosquitoes, buzzing around her soul, causing her thoughts to diverge in a distorted and depraved direction.

"All thoughts return to one."

There was a movement in her heart, and all thoughts returned to the same frequency. The strange power did not disappear, but changed from buzzing to whispering: Get out of here, don't get involved. Get out of this woman, she is ours. I'm hungry, I really want to eat. Stupid human being, the person who dared to enter our territory is a little familiar, no, it can’t be him, he is missing, completely disappeared for a long time, master, is it you?

It wasn't just one voice, but dozens, hundreds, or even more, too many, and Harry couldn't tell them apart.

"You have violated the laws of the kingdom I made." Murphys said lightly.

"Ah, it really is him, master!"

"Forgive your life, spare your life!"

"We thought you were long gone."

"Run, get out of here."

The fungus channel boiled, and strangely shaped human faces emerged from the surface, all facing Murphys, begging one after another.

"Are they dreams?" Harry murmured, "Dreams come true."

(End of this chapter)