Chapter 470 The alien arrives, the next baby falls from the sky?

Boston, in a tavern.

In the bustling tavern, an uninvited guest was welcomed.

The "Death" second sister of the Endless Family sat opposite Sandman.

"So...were you really persuaded by him?"

The second sister looked at her brother in shock.

His brother gave up his magical weapon as a Sandman just in a few words from the other party?

"Are you sure you weren't deceived by him?"

The second sister felt that her brother was a little too naive, so he dismissed him with just a few words.

She said to Sandman: "I met Peter Padrick, and I can feel that he is not truly pure and innocent. Maybe he has his own purpose."

"I know what I'm doing."

Sandman held the wine glass gently in his hand and stared at the light yellow liquid inside, "I am indeed trying to understand human life."

"Hmm, Morpheus, I know you. You are not a proactive personality. Whether you have been imprisoned for seven years or you have given up revenge, it is difficult for me to see your overflowing passion."

The second sister sighed, "I have seen many unusual human beings. Some of them have great ambitions and fight for the welfare of all mankind. Some have a firm heart of justice and only want to fight crime throughout their lives. But You, Morpheus, for you, controlling dreams is just one of your responsibilities. You lack consistent inner drive. I think you are finding your own inner drive now, right?"

"Yes, I know Peter has ulterior motives, but I was still persuaded by him."

Sandman put down his wine glass, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.

"I can shuttle between the dreams and reality of people in the world, listening to their desires and pains. I have always been a ruthless bystander. The center of the stage is everyone who has dreams, nightmares, dreams of love, dreams of getting rich, dreams of success, and dreams of whiteness. I have never really wanted to understand these people’s lives in depth.”

"I know."

The second sister reached out and touched her brother's hair, "You are trying to find yourself, not as a god, but as a real human being, to understand their true life process. You are trying to find something for yourself. That means something to you, right?”

"Probably so."

Sandman nodded and looked at the crowds of people passing by outside the tavern with a pale face.

"Sister, do you know the difference between death and sleep?"

he asked the second sister.

Without waiting for the second sister's answer, he said directly: "Actually, there is not much difference in the actual experience between the two."

"People are so afraid of death, but they are accustomed to dreaming every day. Perhaps hidden under this indifference is human beings' numbness to life itself, and dreams are actually people's resistance to reality. People put themselves in reality Unrealized desires are realized in dreams, and misfortunes that have not yet happened in reality are put into dreams to be experienced. Dreams are not only a delusional place for human beings to experience a happy life, but also a garbage dump for human beings to abandon their fears. "

He said in a melancholy and slow tone: "The emotions hidden in the heart are released in dreams, which may mean that the self in dreams is the most real one who has thrown away all pretense."

After listening, the second sister nodded thoughtfully and said, "So, you want to take a real journey and find yourself?"

She suggested to Sandman: "In this case, you can go on a real journey with me. Maybe you will see something different."

The second sister invited Sandman to experience various aspects of life with her.

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

The second sister stretched out her hand to her brother and looked at him with a smile.

After hesitating for a moment, Sandman finally reached out and held the second sister's slightly cold palm.

"Where do we start?"

Sandman asked the second sister.

"Some magician."

"magician?"

"Yes, the most recent deaths in the world are the deaths of magicians."

The Anka on her chest was swaying slightly, looking at the sunlight slowly coming in from outside, worry appearing on her face.

"This world is undergoing huge changes that no one can predict."

"Come on, these bodies are here."

In the secret basement of the Forgotten Bar, the detective gorilla Bobo brought John Constantine to the door.

"All the bodies of the dead magicians who were counterattacked by the released magic are here."

Bobo said as he opened the freezer where the bodies were stored.

Constantine lit a cigarette and followed Bobo into the air-conditioned room.

As soon as he entered the room, a horrific corpse lying on a metal bed appeared in front of him.

Each corpse was covered with sarcoma, and its original appearance could hardly be seen clearly.

Round spherical sarcoma, exuding a faint stench.

Constantine frowned and looked at the body closest to him.

This is a male corpse, with black wriggling tentacles and other substances squeezed out from his mouth, eyes, and belly, forming a terrifying existence.

Constantine put on his gloves and walked over to the body.

"Zatanna isn't in the bar?"

Constantine asked Bobo while inspecting the corpse for abnormalities.

In addition to coming to investigate the corpses of these magicians, he also planned to see if Zatanna was in the bar.

After being punched by Zatanna last time, although he was a little unhappy at first, he was still quite worried about the other party's condition.

"I haven't seen her for a long time, but I guess she is probably in her new home."

"New home?"

Constantine asked Bobo in confusion: "What new home?"

“She once told me once when she was drunk that she had a father-like presence to him, and I think she was referring to her farm home in Smallwell.”

Bobo adjusted his detective hat and said to him.

Constantine used his gloved hands to lift up part of the sarcoma.

He asked the orangutan: "What do you know about the farmer at Smallwell?"

Constantine became increasingly unhappy with this guy who frequently appeared in his topics.

Bobo shook his head and said: "I don't know, but I heard Zatanna say that he has saved the world several times, and he should be considered one of the most powerful existences in the world, and his sons and daughters every None of them are ordinary people.”

Hearing Bobo's words, Constantine was a little disapproving.

"The complexity of this world is beyond her imagination, and the 'most powerful' cannot be used casually."

Bobo did not refute, walked up to him, and stared at the corpse that Constantine was inspecting, "Maybe, let's talk about the corpse first. These... are like some kind of decay from another dimension. These corpses seem to be for Adapt and become scary, in order to cope."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chest of the male corpse suddenly opened!

Along with the splatter of blood, a long neck like a thoracotomy, which resembled an alien larvae, burst out of the corpse's chest and opened its fangs.

Bobo was startled and jumped back.

"Oh my God!"

As the "sarcoma" on the male corpse's chest broke out, the other corpses slowly stood up.

The surface was either covered with sarcoma or deformed, and corpses of various colors stood up from the bed and attacked Constantine and Bobo with garbled mouths.

"Damn it!"

As the orangutan Bobo retreated, he made an incredulous voice, "This is impossible, they have been completely inactivated at the cellular level."

Constantine avoided the attack of the tentacles extended by the corpse and complained to him: "I think we are a little far away from science now."

"I disagree, we never left science."

As Bobo spoke, he jumped up and punched away a mutated corpse that was coming towards him.

"Aliens can see you!"

"The aliens are approaching!"

"The aliens are coming!"

The corpse staggered towards the two of them, saying these words repeatedly.

Constantine took out his lighter and used it as a medium to release a ball of flame towards the opponent.

Although he can't use magic now, he still carries some small props with him.

"It sounds like magic is going to die, and we'll be buried with it."

Constantine said as he backed away.

As the two were fighting in the basement, other magical people in the Forgotten Bar heard the sound and rushed to support them.

"Wow!"

Smallwell Farm.

Zatanna wanted to pick up the water glass, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

"Are you okay? Xiao Zha."

When she was about to bend down to pick it up, Peter appeared behind her.

With a gentle wave, the glass shards appeared in the trash can. Peter came over to her and asked, "You look a little absent-minded."

"I'm fine, sir."

Zatanna breathed out, "I just might not be able to adapt to the days when I can't use magic."

She didn't know how to explain to Peter the sudden uneasiness in her heart.

"Don't worry, this state will not last forever. I will help you investigate the reason why the magic is out of control."

Peter comforted her.

"Thank you, sir, has the Sandman matter been resolved?"

She had just returned to the farm and heard Raven say that Peter had defeated the Sandman.

"We have reached an agreement and there are no problems at least in the short term."

Zatanna asked doubtfully: "How long is the short term?"

"About a year."

Peter said, looking at the watch on his wrist.

In a year's time, my next baby may be here.

Glancing at his watch, he suddenly froze.

He remembered that when he looked at it a few days ago, the hands on the watch had just passed halfway, and now the hands were almost towards the end.

What does this mean? !

Could it be that her sixth child is coming, and at such a troubled time? !

"Sir, are you okay?"

Seeing that Peter was stunned and his expression became a little strange, Zatanna asked him with concern.