[Comprehensive Yingmi] It’s all the face that hurt me

They spent several minutes searching for Oliver in the dim light, but strangely found nothing.

Originally, Atar thought that just like them walking in grandly, Oliver and the others might be surrounded by the crowd, and they could see their figures at a glance.

But in fact, they failed to find the trace of the three of them. Peter was a little dizzy, and the music in his ear was so loud that it almost hurt his eardrums.

But Atar quickly pushed aside the crowd and walked to the bar counter and sat down, where a bartender was wiping a glass in his hand.

And Peter behind him took a lot of effort to get through the dancing crowd and came to Atar's side. He stood behind him, looking around guardedly, trying to scare off the people who tried to approach here with his eyes.

Peter was sweating coldly...

He almost lost Atar just now, if this happened, Peter would definitely feel guilty.

He selectively forgot the fact that it was easy for Atar to pull him just now, and he only felt a sense of responsibility in his heart.

He secretly made up his mind to watch Atar closely, lest the young master go to some strange place and lose him.

If Atar knew what he was thinking, it would probably make Peter worry a little more about himself, he is not in vain at all.

The bartender obviously recognized Atar's face, and he poured half a glass of the orange-yellow liquid, and put a piece of ice in front of him.

Atal lowered his head and looked at the glass, which exuded a strange color in the dim light.

"Mr. Quinn said, if you come, go to the back room." The bartender said, pointing to the stairs in the center, where there is a circle of lights sweeping across, but no one stepped on it. Where it involves, "He's waiting for you."

——It seems that Oliver was not surprised that he would intercept Peter's news and rushed over.

He obviously knows very well the evil factors that occasionally emerge from his little assistant hidden under his well-behaved skin.

Atal poked the ice puck with his hand, and he pushed it down. Then he picked up the glass and curiously stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Peter looked at him nervously from behind him, and his sight was right from the moment he picked up the glass, as if he was a supervisor. After seeing him take a sip, he couldn't help but say, "You haven't Adults are not allowed to drink alcohol, this is not good."

After speaking, Peter stretched out his hand to take down the wine glass, but Atal consciously stopped touching it.

His expression was obviously disappointed, and he slowly put the glass back: "It's lemonade, there's such a thing in the bar."

After speaking, he stood up and walked in the direction pointed by the bartender.

Peter fell into a passive state, and could only follow his steps closely to the stairs. The figures of the two quickly disappeared in the chaotic bar hall, and entered an extraordinarily quiet space.

There is a stark contrast between here and the outside, as if from one world to another, the silence is a bit abnormal, it feels like being suddenly immersed in cold water, separated from the outside world.

At the end of the corridor is a room. When he put his hand on the doorknob, Atar's heart beat fast, as if he had a premonition that something terrible was about to happen. The handle felt cold to the touch, as if a snake was wrapped around it Touched his fingers, sucking away the residual temperature.

—a bad feeling.

There must be something not quite right here.

"Wait a minute, Peter..."

"Uh!"

Attar turned his head and was about to remind Peter, but saw the other person's body shake and then fall to the ground.

Atal took a step forward and reached out to catch Peter, the other's head was leaning softly on his shoulder, apparently unconscious.

His expression was fixed, and he looked over Peter to the man who appeared in front of them. It was a strange face, handsome despite being decadent, and a dark and decadent atmosphere lingered around him.

He was wearing a beige windbreaker, with disheveled blond hair and an unkempt beard. He held an unlit cigarette between his fingers. His expression was indifferent, as if he was floating in the world.

Atar hugged Peter, frowned, and warned: "...What do you want to do?"

As for asking who he is, it's unnecessary, because the other party obviously can't answer his question.

But unexpectedly, the blond man said lazily, "John Constantine."

The other party's self-introduction made him involuntarily dazed, and he looked at the other party, his eyes conveying confusion——

is this his name

Atar's expression was complicated, is this going straight to the point with him?

……

"That's my real name...I'm the leader of the Dark Justice League," the blond man said, pointing at himself with a cigarette in his hand, "just call me Constantine."

Without leaving Attar any more time to hesitate, he had already stepped up to Atar's side, gently pulled his hand away, and let the fainted Peter fall to the ground.

Then he put his hands on his shoulders and said calmly: "As for why I was looking for you, I asked you to go to a party casually."

"What..." party?

As if seeing what he was thinking, Constantine said inexplicably, "It's probably prepared for you."

"Come with me." He said again, "I will give you an explanation, you just need to cooperate with me now."

Constantine held his hand lightly, without repeating any further words. There was some arrogance in his expression, as if explaining to Atar was not the top priority—this is an overly arrogant person.

"I know you're also concerned about suicides," he said, "so we need to sneak in tonight."

A few wisps of black mist leaked out from between his fingers, and Atal's eyes widened slightly.

— This is magic.

Realizing what he was about to do, Attar said, "Wait a minute—"

The next moment, their figures disappeared into this narrow corridor, and Atal felt his world was spinning, and the world was turning upside down.

... This is simply kidnapping!

After an unknown amount of time, they finally stood on the ground, and they no longer felt their footsteps were vain. Constantine let him go and took out his lighter.

With a bang, the lighter with the ancient pattern engraved on the outer casing showed a ray of flame, which was moved to his mouth by Constantine, and lit the cigarette.

Atar recovered from the dizziness, trying to see clearly where he was teleported.

It was almost completely dark here, but with the light of Constantine's lighter, he could barely see the surrounding environment in this short two seconds.

This is a small monastery, the benches are crowded, and the icon at the front is dirty and dilapidated, as if it has not been taken care of for a long time, and it is even covered with cobwebs.

The stained glass cracked and cracked, and the damp wind poured into the room, shaking the wisp of smoke from Constantine's cigarette.

Atar tried to determine where this place was. Through the stained glass, he could vaguely see the calm and beautiful sea in the distance, as well as the towering sculpture not far away——

That is the landmark building of Star City, which means that he has not left Star City.

He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the monastery was dark again, only Constantine's cigarette lit an orange fire point as the only light source.

Atal could feel a layer of cold liquid on the soles of his feet, which slowly soaked through his sneakers, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood or just a puddle of water.

Under Attar's gaze, Constantine glanced at the watch on his wrist and said, "There's still one minute left, I'm almost late, but fortunately they let you place an order."

"I don't understand." He was confused, and tilted his head to look at the man who was much taller than him.

He didn't feel any malice from Constantine, so there was no need to fight him at this time.

"Don't make a sound, I won't hurt you." Constantine said, half of his facial features were hidden in the darkness, "Wait what I say, you just do it."

"After that, I will give you an explanation."

After speaking, Constantine took another deep puff of the cigarette, then snuffed out the cigarette butt, threw it on the ground and crushed it vigorously.

The slightly flaming cigarette fell to the ground, and Atal saw that it illuminated the liquid, exposing its scarlet color——

Is it really blood?

The next moment, Constantine took out a black cloak from nowhere and put it on Atar's body, then gently took off his glasses and put it in Atar's pocket , and reached out to pat it: "...don't use it for now."

Atal was puzzled by the stranger's familiar attitude.

Then Constantine put on the black cloak himself, and took out two masks, one of which was put on his face, and Atal found that it was the pattern of a black goat.

He adjusted the position, then handed Attar one, who didn't reach for it, but Konstantin leaned over to put it on for him without hesitation.

"What's going on in the bar?" Atar asked in a dull voice through the mask.

What he is more concerned about now is whether Oliver and the others are really waiting for him at the bar. As for his own situation now...he has nothing to be afraid of at all.

"I just jumped in the line and took you away, and I will return you in less than half an hour." Constantine's voice said, and he seemed to sigh, "...don't worry, you are tonight protagonist."

"...Stand here and treat yourself as a symbol."

Atar wanted to ask again, but Constantine's hands on his shoulders slightly increased, preventing him from saying anything.

The watch on Constantine's wrist clicked on time. At the same time, there was a strong wind, as if the air around him was screaming in pain, reminding the two people in the monastery that a certain moment was coming. A rickety boat.

The monastery gate, which was originally tightly closed, opened and then closed again. The sudden sound startled Attar, and he immediately fell back, but Constantine quickly put his hands on his waist and supported him, This stabilized him.

When he looked back, he realized that the surrounding environment had become unusual. Other things had appeared out of thin air, making the already narrow space even more crowded, as if taking an extra breath could only inhale turbid air.

A group of people appeared in front of his eyes. They were also wearing black cloaks, and everyone wore masks that covered their faces. It was impossible to see what the people behind the masks looked like, but Atal could clearly feel Seeing that these people all glued their eyes to him.

——It was a look of admiration, obsession and extreme desire.

Atar stood at a slightly higher position, a little closer to the icon, and the group of people stood in the position of worshipers, as if Atar and Constantine beside him were their beliefs—and it was true , the group of people in black robes knelt down.

What was even more weird was that even so, their eyes refused to leave his body.

From the corner of Atal's corner of the eye, he saw the eyes of the icon slowly shed blood and tears, and the whistling wind in the air caused another scream.

The candlestick behind him suddenly lit up, and the door opened again.

A person also wearing a black goat mask appeared at the door, walking towards Atal with a dagger in his hand.

Those men in black robes got out of the way, leaving an open road, and let it slowly walk in front of him. Atar remained vigilant, but when there was still a step away, it also slowly knelt down.

"You are here..." A man's trembling voice came from the mask. He stretched out his hand to Attar, his arm was trembling. Attar wanted to avoid it, but Constantine grabbed his arm, implying that He didn't move, "I'm so lucky...I'm so lucky..."

He just froze in place, motionless.

Fortunately, his fingers curled back before touching Atar, and then he bowed his head deeply, without dignity, and wept humbly: "Are you satisfied with the gift we gave you?..."

"I thought what they said was false..." he murmured, almost incoherent with excitement, "but it's not... you, it's really you..."

"You really appeared in Star City...

Oh... Atar thought dully, was he identified as someone?Is this what Constantine brought him here for?

Playing as an object of cult worship?