Falsifying history is good business

Half drunk, Lin You staggered out of the bar; it was almost dawn, and at this time, most of those who stayed up late had just returned home, while those who did not stay up late were still asleep. The streets were deserted, with no one in sight. Even the SHIELD agents who were supposed to be guarding here had left without a single person left under the influence of the "Holy Word".

So, no one heard the curses that Lin You was muttering.

Lucifer kept his word and did not take Lin You to hell. He drank some wine and took the key to hell and ran away without a trace. It was not impossible to force him to follow him, but the noise was too loud and it was obvious that he wanted to embarrass the master of hell. Lin You could only leave while cursing.

If he couldn't go to hell, he could only settle for the next best thing, which was to cause trouble for a certain "Hell Detective". John Constantine was a person who would cause trouble wherever he went, and at least half of the trouble was related to the demons in hell; Lucifer easily found out his whereabouts and handed it over to Lin You as promised.

In addition to preventing the writer from making fun of himself, the fallen angel is a very suitable person to be a friend in many other aspects.

Thinking of this, Lin You looked back at the bar; the star-shaped light decoration above the door was still bright, but it gave people a very different feeling.

Before tonight, these brilliant lights gave people a mysterious and distant feeling; but looking back now, they just seem tacky, exuding the temperament of some low-end entertainment venue from the inside out.

The writer knows that this was caused by Lucifer's departure.

The bar is still the same bar, nothing has changed inside and out, except for the special temperament of the original owner that is a mixture of heaven and hell; this is the representation of "conceptual power" in the material world.

Ordinary true gods cannot extend the power of concepts to the material level like this, but a character from a comic story did it with the favor of God.

If there are more cases like Lucifer's, the condemnation of the gods will inevitably come earlier and more severely than expected.

"Fuck..." On the street where no one could hear him, the writer cursed even more and more harshly. As he cursed, Lin You's steps became unsteady and he swayed from side to side. He walked for a quarter of an hour on this short street and still hadn't reached the end. Finally, he disappeared while walking.

In the darkness far away, a one-eyed bald man who was staring at the street with a telescope and a high-altitude unmanned reconnaissance aircraft, his face turned even darker when he heard the report from his subordinates.

Lin You returned to the manor and began to track John Constantine's whereabouts; Lucifer gave the address in the United States, and routine surveillance reports in the past few years also showed that the Hell Detective had never returned to Europe. But just as Lin You was about to cross the Atlantic, new news came: John Constantine entered the UK at Heathrow Airport.

"He didn't even go to London, but rented a car and headed straight to Birmingham as soon as he got out of the airport?" Lin You was a little dazed as he looked at the new information. "I remember there is a flight route between Birmingham and the United States, although there are relatively few flights. But Constantine couldn't even wait for the connecting flight?"

Although there are some guesses, the author is not yet familiar with the story of the Endless family and cannot be sure whether his guesses are accurate.

"The cars in the car rental company are all equipped with GPS, right? All information about location changes must be delivered to me as soon as possible. I want to meet John Constantine in person." Lin You's order was immediately transmitted in the intelligence system with the highest priority.

Combining the top tracking methods of both wizards and Muggles, it was very convenient to track down a completely self-taught dark wizard who couldn't even Apparate. As a result, Constantine's rental car had just stopped in a certain neighborhood in Birmingham, and Lin You followed within five minutes.

There was no sign of Constantine beside the car, only a thin young white man in black, who seemed both real and illusory; even if pedestrians passed by him on the road, they seemed unaware of his presence.

In Lin You's eyes, although this young man tried his best to dress like modern people, he inevitably retained some Gothic decorative style on the eve of the Renaissance.

When Lin You looked at the other person, the other person also noticed Lin You; both sides abandoned the so-called social etiquette and looked at each other with a look that was definitely not polite.

"Morpheus?" Lin You took the initiative to greet him, "Sleepy?"

"It's me, but I don't know you."

"Blaise de Forest." Count Goff introduced himself. He realized from the first sentence they said that the other party had not seen through the truth of the dimension, at least not yet. "I know you have been imprisoned for more than half a century and have just been freed. It is normal that you don't recognize me."

Morpheus looked dull, like a lonely, introverted, and inarticulate weirdo; he stared at Lin You for a long time, as if he was recalling something. When he spoke, his voice was very slow, as if he had to confirm each word again and again before speaking it out.

"Forrest... I have heard of this last name; the wizards who imprisoned me, they mentioned this name more than once."

"No matter who those wizards are, I guess they will not say anything good about the Forresters." The expression on Morpheus's face changed slightly, as if he was puzzled and curious: "How do you know? Those wizards do often curse the Forresters, and I can see that the reason they curse you is not because of hatred or hostility, but because of fear. What they fear most is that one day Forrest will find out that they have imprisoned me."

Lin You nodded slightly. "It's understandable. They should be afraid. Forester's duty has always been to maintain the peace of the magic world and not allow wizards to cause serious unrest. As far as your imprisonment is concerned, those wizards have made the magic world face the possible revenge of a god without knowing it."

"I did take revenge on those people - those Burgesses. Even though the culprit died first, I took revenge on his son." Murphys narrated calmly. Although he had been imprisoned for more than half a century, there was no obvious emotional fluctuation in his mouth. When he spoke of revenge, he did not sound bitter or vengeful, but more like he was casually wiping off a stain that had been accidentally rubbed on.

"What happens after you take revenge on the culprit's son?" Lin You asked.

"What do you want to ask?" Morpheus was puzzled.

Lin You explained: "I want to know if you have any idea of ​​expanding your revenge. The one who imprisoned you is a wizard. Will you be hostile or even hate all wizards because of this? After all, this kind of people have the ability to hurt you."

"They just imprisoned me and had no power to hurt me."

"From a human perspective, deprivation of liberty is also harmful."

"I am not human. I am immortal. Imprisonment cannot harm me."

Lin You disagreed with the rather arrogant answer of the Sleep Demon: "If it didn't cause you any harm, you wouldn't be here right now, right?"

Morpheus looked displeased, and his eyes became more alert; "You seem to know a lot of things."

"Lucifer told me." Lin You betrayed the fallen angel without any psychological burden. "He already knew that you would go to hell to find him. At the same time, he also told me that those wizards not only imprisoned you, but also took away most of your power. You appeared in the world just to regain the lost power. Based on this inference, the wizards are not incapable of hurting you."

Morpheus was silent, and once again looked at Lin You with that dull gaze.

Lin You waited patiently until the other party was willing to speak again.

"You are very special. Are you the shadow that fate mentioned?"

"Well, what does that mean?" Lin You was puzzled. "What is a shadow?"

"Fate - my sisters - told me." Morpheus' voice sounded even duller than before. "They also said that I was bound to go to hell, and that I would meet a special shadow. You said you knew Lucifer, and he told you about me - so you are that shadow?"

Lin You pondered the other person's words carefully, and finally shook his head: "It may be me, or it may not be me. If you ask me, the so-called 'shadow' may refer to something else."

According to the author's guess, Lucifer in the DC world is the incarnation of Lucifer in the Bible story; the so-called "shadow" probably refers to this incident. Of course, the author may not be a "shadow". After all, from the perspective of integrating the DC story, he can also be said to be the shadow of God.

However, with the current strength of the Endless Family, the "Destiny" sisters can only calculate this ambiguous step to the limit; if they want to go deeper, whether it is to touch the true body of Lucifer in the Bible or to face the God behind the author, it is beyond their ability.

Morpheus had no way to refute Lin You's words. He was silent for a moment and then said, "Many things on this journey to the human world were unexpected. You are one, and John Constantine before was another."

"Constantine? In my eyes, he is the synonym of trouble." Lin You laughed dumbly, "Not only is he always in trouble, anyone who gets close to him - or maybe not just people - will be in trouble."

"No, the accident I'm talking about is not trouble, but... I didn't expect him to be a man."

“What? Sorry, from the day I met Mr. Constantine, he is undoubtedly a man; although he occasionally likes men, but this does not affect the identification of his gender.” Lin Youyu suddenly remembered in astonishment that the story of "Sandman" seemed to have been adapted into a TV series in the real dimension of 2022, when "political correctness" was rampant.

Could it be that the producers are doing something weird again, like turning a man into a woman or a white person into a black person?
Or did the details of the story undergo a particularly large degree of self-interpretation when God sneaked this DC side story in?
Morpheus said calmly: "My sisters did not specify the gender when talking about Constantine, but they used female pronouns more often than male pronouns; so... maybe I was simply wrong." (End of this chapter)