[Comprehensive British and American] Reversal of the future

Since Constantine learned some secrets from Beria that night that he shouldn't know, he found that his work has changed.

First, the work of bed-sleeping pillows seems poised to be outlawed.Because at night, Beria no longer greeted Constantine when he returned to his room.Constantine tried not to return to his room all night, and Beria neither spoke sinisterly behind him nor did he do anything to his soul, as if acquiescing to his laziness.

Konstantin held his head and thought about it for a long time. He didn't know whether Beria was waiting for him to come to the door, or acquiescing to him to cancel the job.Constantine wanted to ask Beria, but he thought he had a thick skin and was too embarrassed to ask such a question.

This made Constantine sit in front of the bedroom door in a daze for three days in a row, feeling that he was an embarrassment.

It’s not easy for Constantine to ask questions, and Beria didn’t say anything, and the stalemate persisted when one person fell into a fallen angel. Constantine couldn’t rest well at night, and he yawned repeatedly during the day. It’s better to be Beria’s pillow when.

At least the quality of sleep is guaranteed.

On the fourth night, Constantine lay on the sofa as if he had no bones, his eyes moved back and forth between Beria's room and the guest room that Alfred had specially packed for him, hesitating and tangled.

Constantine felt that Beria might have put some kind of terrible curse on him, or else he was hesitant when a part of freedom was clearly in front of him.

This is a matter of credibility.Constantine told himself that it was not because after sleeping beside Beria, the nightmare that had haunted him for more than 20 years dissipated.

Besides, this was originally one of the jobs that Beria asked for. It was... What was wrong with him four days ago? Even if Beria didn't say anything, he just worked as usual!Why have you been tangled up outside the living room for so many days, it's like a crazy person!

A low moan was suppressed in Constantine's throat, he hugged the back of the sofa, and banged his head twice.

"Doesn't it hurt?"

Suddenly, a whisper with a smile sounded in his ear.

Konstantin looked up eagerly, only to see that the bedroom door opposite him had been opened.Beria leaned against the door frame, the corners of his mouth were raised, and he looked at him jokingly.

Konstantin straightened up, looked around and said to him calmly: "You haven't slept yet, Beria."

Bella tilted her head.

Constantine looked back calmly.

After a while, Beria said helplessly: "John Constantine, I think you should understand what initiative is." Beria raised his hand and knocked on the door frame, "Do I need to remind you?"

Constantine stood up abruptly. He patted the non-existent dust on the windbreaker, nodded seriously, and said, "You're right." Constantine said nonchalantly, "What you promised should be done. I've already done it." It’s been a long time since I broke the contract.”

Beria hooked the corners of his lips, noncommittal.

Konstantin walked into the room, and it became clear to him that things were not quite right.

"Wait!" Konstantin said calmly, "I thought my job was still pillows."

Pressed tightly in his arms, the lord of hell's chin rested on his shoulders, and Constantine froze.The side of his neck was itchy because of Beria's warm breath. He moved his neck, but when the skin on the side of his neck touched the soft touch, it reminded him of the place where the side of his neck was leaning on, and Constantine became more stiff. incredible.

A low laugh came from behind, and the vibration of the chest was transmitted to Constantine's back through the close body.This weird feeling made him stare at the curtains hanging down to the ground in front of him, not daring to move or turn his head.

Beria tightened his arms, closed his eyes, and said calmly, "I remember that in human society, there is a kind of pillow called a pillow."

Constantine: "..."

"Sleep, John."

Constantine: "!!!"

Beria, what do you call him? !

Beria, who was always "John Constantine," "John Constantine," called him by his Christian name?Did he hear correctly?

Just when Constantine was staring blankly, a hand stretched out from behind and covered Constantine's eyes.He felt that the Lord of Hell raised his head slightly behind him, and whispered into his ear: "Sleep, John."

Constantine fell into a dream.

When Constantine woke up the next day, he was alone in bed.Sunlight penetrated into the room through the gap in half of the curtains, illuminating half of the bedroom.

Konstantin slept soundly, never, so to speak, so well.This made him want to stretch lazily on the big soft bed, hug the quilt and moan comfortably.

...If he hadn't heard that chuckle, he really did it so obediently and instinctively.

Constantine opened his eyes, and Huo Di sat up, staring at the Lord of Hell sitting at the small round table by the window.

The faint sunlight shone on the Lord of Hell, enveloping him in a warm golden halo.

He didn't wear the usual black robe, but a white shirt and trousers.His originally black long hair now only reaches his ears, which makes him look like an ordinary human youth, except for his extremely prosperous face, and the aura of a superior person.

Beria raised the white porcelain teacup in his hand to Constantine, and said softly, "Assam black tea, Alfred's craftsmanship, would you like a cup?"

Constantine stared blankly at Beria, and after a while, he fell directly on the bed, closed his eyes and buried his face in the pillow.

He must have been dreaming and dazed, otherwise, how could he see Beria drinking the tea made by others?If he wanted to drink tea, he would just drag him out of bed early and let him boil water to make tea.

Constantine had to say, wouldn't it be nice to drink some coffee in the morning, and I can bear it even if I don't have enough milk. What the hell is black tea, it's not good at all.

Ten seconds later, Constantine opened his eyes expressionlessly and sat up again.

Well, Beria sitting by the window didn't disappear, he didn't dream.

This really happened in the morning when he was hugged like a pillow all night, and from the moment he opened his eyes, Beria seemed to be a different person.

It can't be said that he has changed a person, that is, he never had the idea of ​​integrating himself into this world before.But now, he seemed to be taking a serious look at this place, which was completely different from the world they came from.

In the bathroom, Konstantin stared at himself in the mirror, whose temples were wet with clear water, staring seriously, his eyes sparkling, as if there were some strange flowers growing on his handsome face.

After a while, he raised his hands to cover his face, and groaned in a broken way.

He had no idea what was wrong with him.

First, he took the initiative to deliver it to his door last night and was hugged as a pillow all night. Although he slept well, it can be said that he had never slept better, but two big men squeezed into the same bed and hugged each other stickily, isn't it a bit weird?

Even weirder than the days when he was used as a cushion and a serious pillow!

...No, the weirdest thing should be——

In the kitchen, Constantine put down the knife he had just cut off the burnt part of a certain fried egg, silently looked at the sliced ​​tomato and the sliced ​​bread exuding a faint milky aroma, and couldn't help but raise his hand and forehead.

It is a good sign that Beria began to drink the black tea prepared by others. It is obviously the dawn of his escape from the kitchen hell. Why did he not even look at the delicious cup of black tea made by Alfred after waking up in the morning? Honey cookies, he just came to the kitchen to prepare Beria's breakfast?

He should obviously let Beria taste the honey biscuit on the sidelines, and then take advantage of the situation to escape the kitchen hell this morning!

Why did he still have the urge to ask Alfred how to make tea?

Constantine angrily plunged the knife in his hand into the cutting board.

Beria's gentle and expectant gaze was definitely mixed with the curse of the king of hell.

Otherwise, how could he have the idea that even if Beria wanted a star, he would try his best to get him a beautiful meteorite.

In the dining room on the first floor of Wayne Manor, Beria was sitting at the dining table, with his elbows on the table, his chin resting on one hand, and his black eyes were looking straight in one direction.

For the Lord of Hell, the distance and the wall have no blocking effect on the person he wants to look at under these eyes.

John Constantine's black hair and black eyes are actually quite in line with the style of fallen angels from hell, because no matter what color the hair and eyes of the angels had before they fell, they were all dyed black after they fell.Well, she is pretty good-looking too. It can't be said that she is a rare beauty in the world, but she is quite pleasing to the eye.

Maybe it has to do with the time spent together.Beria thought silently, otherwise, how could he get more pleasing to John Constantine the more he looked at him.

Just as Beria was looking at Constantine in a daze, the kitchen door was pushed open, and Scott walked in yawning.

"Good morning, Monsieur Constantine."

"Morning, Scott."

Scott adjusted the red quartz glasses on the bridge of his nose, smiled shyly at Constantine, and started making breakfast.

Since the bodies of Thomas Wayne and Martha Wayne have been buried, it is not appropriate for too many people to know about the return of their souls.The Bruce family trusted Alfred, but they couldn't trust the other servants at the manor.So Thomas asked Alfred to give the servants of the manor a holiday.

There are only a few of them left in the huge manor. Alfred is willing to take on three meals a day for everyone in the manor, but Beria doesn’t eat food made by anyone other than Constantine. Bruce’s three meals are covered by Martha Way. En circle into your own daily life, never under the guise of others.And Scott, a half-grown boy, felt that the Wayne family had taken him and Logan who had nowhere to go for the time being, and didn't want to cause them any trouble, so he insisted on cooking by himself.

Fortunately, although the food that Scott can cook is so different back and forth, it tastes good, and he is much better than Constantine in terms of culinary talent.And under Alfred's guidance, his culinary skills have improved by leaps and bounds.

As for Logan, he is not picky eater.

Thinking of Logan, Scott could not help but sigh.

Although his benefactor has lost his memory, he is reluctant to stay at Wayne's house.He was originally going to leave, but he didn't know what kind of battle Logan had encountered in the institute, and something seemed wrong with his body.

Mr. Wayne conducted a thorough examination on Logan, and found that the bones of Logan's body were not the same as those of ordinary humans, but were covered with a special alloy, the type is unknown, but it was very hard. The steel protruding from Logan's joints The claw is that kind of alloy material.

The most important thing is that every time Logan sticks out his steel claws, he is tearing his own flesh and skin, and pain is inevitable.And his hands did not leave scars because he has a very strong self-healing ability.

Scott felt that the alloy was probably the experiment conducted on Logan by that insane research institute.And the reason why he was able to survive such a crazy experiment was because of his powerful self-healing ability.

The physical condition tested by Mr. Wayne is far beyond the health of ordinary people, but it is still impossible to explain why Logan suddenly fainted, the reason is unknown, and the frequency is unknown. Awake.

Although in a coma, Mr. Wayne's diagnosis was that Logan was asleep and there was no physical problem.

Scott sighed long, feeling that the burden on him was not light.

After all, sometimes, Logan behaved like an older child, ignorant of common sense and knowledge, and he didn't know what horrible things the people in the research institute had done to him, turning a good person into this appearance.

Reluctantly pursing his lips, Scott held up the red quartz glasses on the bridge of his nose and pinched his nose.

The nose pads of the glasses are stuck on a position on the bridge of the nose. It's okay for a short time, but after a long time, it's really uncomfortable.In particular, Scott didn't even dare to take off his glasses when he was sleeping, for fear that he would open his eyes if he became sleepy, and then the Wayne's mansion could be rebuilt.

He thought about wearing a blindfold for himself when he slept, but without the right material, ordinary blindfolds were not enough to block the red beams emitted by his eyes.For humans, it is almost instinctive to open our eyes when we wake up.But for Scott, the consequences of his blink could have been disastrous.

Scott didn't want to trouble others, so he could only wear this pair of red quartz glasses and look at the world through the red lenses.

"The bridge of your nose hurts?"

Just when Scott held his glasses and felt a little uncomfortable no matter what, he heard Constantine ask.

"It's okay." Scott blinked hard, and said stiffly, "I'm adapting well."

"Really?" Constantine glanced at the boy's somewhat stubborn side face, completely disbelieving what he said.

Scott pursed his lips. He reached out to pick up a jar of spices, handed it to Constantine, and said, "Try adding a little of this spice to the bacon, it tastes good."

Constantine raised his eyebrows and shook the spice jar, "Okay."

"It's better to fry this one, it tastes better."

"Really? I'll try."

Constantine cut a piece of fried bacon and tasted it in his mouth, his eyes lit up: "It tastes good, I can't tell, are you good at cooking?"

Scott raised his chest and raised his head, and said in a not-so-satisfied tone: "My dad taught me, he said that girls like to cook for them-a man who loves breakfast, it is very important to be able to cook." The corners of the mouth were raised and straightened again, "It's just that I didn't expect that after practicing cooking for so long, the first person I ate was a man."

Scott couldn't help but lament the impermanence of the world. Not only did he, the next generation of his native country, get involved in the conflict between the research institute and the mutants, he also shouldered the burden of feeding the benefactor of amnesia.

Scott silently put more bacon into the skillet.

Logan is not a picky eater, but he is a very big eater.

Scott felt that the amount he owed the Waynes for room and board before he left could become astronomical.As for him, a mutant whose eyes have turned into extremely lethal weapons, he doesn't know if he can continue his studies when he goes to school, and he doesn't know what job to find for work. His future is simply hopeless.

Scott slumped his shoulders, looking despondent.

Constantine raised his hand and patted Scott on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry, there will be a solution."

Scott sighed, "I hope so."

When Scott was ready to feed Logan with a mountain of food, he saw Mr. Beria sitting at the dining table and talking to Mr. Constantine.

Short hair in trousers and a shirt. If his face hadn't changed, he would hardly have recognized that this was Mr. Beria, who was particularly frightening.

Beria looked up at Scott and said, "Scott Summers."

Scott walked up to Beria and said, "Good morning, Mr. Beria."

"That's right." Beria's black eyes were gentle, and he raised his hand to the young man's forehead slightly, and said, "This is a gift in return."

"Ah?" Scott's eyes widened for no reason, and immediately he felt a coolness on his forehead.He carefully supported the dinner plate with one hand, and touched his forehead with the other hand. There was nothing there, and the cold feeling just now seemed to be an illusion.

Scott looked at Beria in puzzlement.

Constantine propped his chin with one hand, leaned on the dining table, looked at Scott with a smile, and explained actively: "Belia means that today's breakfast is very good with your help, Here's a little gift for you."

Scott looked at the two in a daze. It was just a trivial matter, so there was no need to return the salute seriously.

Scott nodded half-understanding, and said seriously, "You're welcome."

Constantine lowered his head, trying to suppress the laughter that almost escaped.

Beria hooked the corners of her lips, but didn't say much.

He can be the most tolerant king of hell, or the most indifferent fallen angel.

He can give hope to mankind, and he can also bring despair to mankind.

Scott went upstairs with the dinner plate. Beria glanced at Constantine and snorted, "Happy?"

Constantine smiled and pushed the coffee to Beria's hand, and answered the question: "Your Highness, please use coffee."

Raising his cup and taking a sip of the coffee, Beria raised his eyebrows and said, "Next time, put less sugar, it's too sweet."

"no problem."

Constantine readily agreed.

Scott had no idea what Mr. Beria's alleged return gift was until after he had slept.

When he woke up, Scott stared blankly with his glasses on.After a while, he jumped up suddenly, and ran towards the artificial lake in the back garden of Wayne's house.

The teenager in plaid pajamas took a deep breath by the lake, and carefully removed the glasses on the bridge of his nose.He continued to do mental construction, and then carefully opened one eye.

Nothing at all!

No scary red beams, no uncontrolled havoc!

With ecstasy in Scott's eyes, he squealed softly and bounced around the lake.

It's up to superheroes to save the world with powerful power.He is just an ordinary person, an ordinary person, an ordinary... ordinary...

Scott hesitated suddenly.

He looked around first, and after confirming that the manor was so quiet in the morning that only the chirping of birds and insects remained, and there were no passers-by nearby, he carefully stretched out two fingers and pressed them on his temples.He silently recited the switch password he set in the dream in his heart, and then—

"boom--!!"

The red light beam instantly split the artificial lake, like a precise laser pointer, it split open the artificial lake and hit a seemingly old tree by the lake.

Scott's hand trembled, and he quickly let go of his fingers on his temples.

He swallowed, and stared blankly at the giant tree that could be surrounded by at least five people, and there was a crack still radiating sparks.

Just when Scott was seriously thinking about whether he could save the poor tree by tying the tree firmly with a rope twice, he only heard a "creak", and the giant tree made a toothache sound. , with that crack as the center, half to the left, half to the right, rumbling down.

Scott: "..."

Very well, on top of the huge board and lodging expenses, add a sum of money for destroying trees.

Scott raised his hand to cover his face, his heart was broken.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him, saying faintly: "My grandfather planted that red maple tree when he was ten years old. The red leaves are quite beautiful in autumn."

Scott turned his head slowly, his face stiff.

The author has something to say: #818The black magic master who gave meteorites if he wanted stars in his brain#

Konstantin: There's nothing wrong with meteorites being fragments of stars.

Beria: ...what if I want the stars in your eyes?

Constantine: So...a kiss?

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Once upon a time, the author was in the team, but after watching the version of the Apocalypse Three Idiots... It's still the Wolves.

The tree that was brought down this time belonged to the master's house~ Let's mourn for the small coffers of the captain, he owes more and more money, although no one will ask him for debt~