Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 245 Sneaking into the Laboratory

After confirming that there was a carrier that could transfer the curse at any time, Constantine was not so anxious and sat back on the sofa again.

Just like his terminal lung cancer, for Constantine, as long as it doesn't kill him immediately, he can temporarily forget about it.

What's more, he still needs to keep this 'terrible' injury to gain Zatanna's sympathy.

However, it is not clear whether this guy wants to take a bite of the more mature and plump back grass, or whether he wants to take advantage of this opportunity to climb into Zatanna's bed again to practice Tantric Buddhism again.

Terry is more inclined to the latter. If these two magicians are already very powerful, they will probably gain even greater benefits if they practice dual cultivation of Tantric Buddhism.

Seeing that he seemed to be temporarily safe again, Jason sat back in the corner. It had to be said that this child really suited Terry's taste. The traumatic experience in his childhood made Jason not like ordinary children of this age who like to make noises, and He also knows how to observe words and emotions.

Jason, who was sitting in the corner with his arms folded, looked quietly at Terry, who was sitting on the sofa with his head bowed and silent. Under the not-so-bright light, his deep blue eyes perfectly concealed his inner emotions, making it impossible to tell the truth. What are you thinking about.

When Zatanna returned to the guest room after taking care of the dirt, she had a short white-headed black-handled magic stick in her hand that looked like a magician used to attract the attention of the audience. She was pointing in a circle at the ceiling, and the magic stick was pointing at the ceiling. A pile of blankets was floating above the staff.

"My father is obsessed with studying magic. Even now that he is at the top of the pyramid in the magic world, he will always set aside a part of his time every day to study and improve, and every time he will lock himself in that mysterious magic house. Even I, in He can’t be found during this time.”

……

Zatanna stretched out her right hand and gently touched Constantine's chest with her index finger.

Constantine stood up immediately, held the pile of flying blankets with one hand, and threw them to everyone one by one. While throwing them back, he walked towards Zatanna's direction.

"Oh, Xiao Zha, I think you accidentally took out an extra one."

"This is yours, Alan, and our friendship will endure."

"So the news you want will have to come tomorrow. Because you destroyed my crystal spider, you can only rest in the living room today."

Zatanna flicked her wrist nimbly, and as the direction of the short stick changed, the pile of blankets flew towards everyone.

"This is yours, Terry, and from today on you are my best friend."

"I'm sorry. As I said before, I live in this residence alone and have not considered the need to entertain guests. Even if my father comes over, he can only sleep in the living room."

One was thrown to Alan, and finally Constantine turned around magnificently and looked at Zatanna with a smile.

"Whose is this?"

Naturally, Zatanna rolled her eyes. Although her attitude softened a bit, she still couldn't forget the fact that Constantine lied to her just to hang out with an ugly female goat demon.

"This is yours, kid. Have a sweet dream."

A blanket was thrown to Jason first, as an apology for 'threatening' the child just now.

The other party also looked at him with a smile without saying a word.

Throwing one to Terry was probably a gesture of kindness to Terry for selflessly providing the precious slime to transfer his curse.

"Ha! Of course, having a place to stay is a blessing for these guys."

Constantine tried to get Zatanna to step aside so that he could sneak into the fragrant room tonight instead of sleeping in the living room with a group of smelly men.

Two seconds later, Constantine lowered his head in confusion and looked at the last blanket in his hand.

"The small single bed, plus I will shed a few tears tonight for my little pet that died after the mutation, and the quilt may be wet with tears, so please quickly find a comfortable position in the living room and start resting, John."

Constantine held the blanket blankly, watching Zatanna turn around and leave ruthlessly. The scent of her body began to slowly dissipate in the air as the door closed. After a long silence, he turned around in frustration. Come here.

Wait, the sofa in this living room is barely enough to accommodate three people!
Seeing that Jason, who had been huddled in the corner before, had taken the place that belonged to him at some point, and was covering him with a blanket, staring at him expressionlessly with blue eyes. Constantine strode forward, and Jason immediately closed his eyes tightly.

When Constantine stood on the edge of the sofa, a fake purr came from Jason's mouth.

Constantine looked up at Terry, who looked at him for a few seconds, then slowly closed his eyes.

Looking at Alan for the last time, the bartender clearly still had an unfinished wine bottle in his mouth, but he also had his eyes closed as if he had fallen asleep.

"Oh shit!"

Constantine gritted his teeth and looked around at the three people who were pretending to sleep. Finally, he viciously smashed the blanket in his hand and spread it on the ground. He lay down on the spot, holding his injured arm and closed his eyes.

A gust of cold wind came through the crack in the door outside the house. Constantine, who was facing the crack in the door, shivered and opened his eyes again.

"Seriously, leaving a sick patient lying on the ground is too much."

No one responded to him.

"I know you're not asleep!"

Three snores of different sizes sounded one after another.

"FK your whole family, I'm serious. It's best not to let me find out that my dear friends still have old mothers at home, otherwise I will definitely come to visit!"

Still no one paid attention, at least Jason and Terry didn't have such a weakness.

As for Alan, I don't know. Currently, Terry doesn't know whether Alan is human or not. Maybe he doesn't mind.

As Constantine's voice became smaller and smaller, Terry's consciousness gradually sank deep into his heart.

Since the previous series of events, Black and White have agreed that they will contact each other in the spiritual world every once in a while.

Whether it is Alan's magic tavern or Zatanna's temporary residence, both places are locations that do not exist in reality. The time span of searching for information and traveling through mountains and rivers along the way is almost a week long.

Taking off the core of darkness with ease, Black crossed the spiritual barrier and came to White's world.

As his consciousness gradually connected to his body, Hei soon shared Bai's perspective. However, Bai seemed to be doing something that needed to be hidden, so Hei did not immediately remind him of his arrival.

Terry Lee was lying in a long, dark ventilation duct, watching the situation in the house below through the ventilation fence.

And this ventilation duct is located in Osborne Building.

The Venom Slime was annoying enough, and if possible, Terry hoped that the Goblin (Green Goblin) wouldn't rush out to cause trouble so early.

Recasting affixes may be very popular, but it doesn't mean that Terry is willing to work hard for it.

Even if there are NPCs that need to be triggered in the game, Terry is very particular about letting things happen.

The FBI may be powerful enough to deal with ordinary organizations or individuals, but when it comes to Norman Osborn, Terry feels that it is normal for them to not find anything.

But this definitely does not mean that Norman will really not cause trouble now.

After observing for a long time and confirming that the laboratory in the Osborne Building was completely empty, Terry pushed open the ventilation grille, quietly tilted it at an angle, grabbed it into the pipe and put it away, then jumped in lightly inside the room.

This operation was not arbitrarily done by him, but was approved, and even the internal structure of the Osborne Building laboratory was privately sponsored by Nick.

He was going to ransack this laboratory tonight.

(End of this chapter)