American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

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

In a tavern in Boston.

An uninvited guest arrived in the bustling pub.

The Endless Family's second sister, "Death", sat opposite the Sleep Demon.

"So, you were really persuaded by him?"

The second sister looked at her brother in shock.

My brother gave up his magical weapon as a sleep demon just because of 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 and was dismissed by the other party with just a few words.

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

"I know what I'm doing."

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

"Well, Morpheus, I know you. You are not a proactive person. Whether it is being imprisoned for seven years or giving up revenge, it is difficult for me to see your overflowing passion."

The second sister sighed, "I have seen many extraordinary humans. Some of them have great ambitions and fight for the well-being of all mankind. Some have a firm sense of justice and their lifelong wish is to fight crime. But you, Morpheus, for you, controlling dreams is just one of your duties. You lack a consistent inner drive. I think you are now trying to regain your inner drive, right?"

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

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

"I can travel between the dreams and realities of people in the world, listen to their desires and pains, and I have always been a ruthless bystander. The center of the stage is ordinary people who have beautiful dreams, nightmares, spring dreams, dreams of getting rich, dreams of success, and daydreams. 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 really wanting to stand from the perspective of humans and understand their real life process. You are trying to find your meaning for yourself, right?"

"Probably so."

The Sleepy Man nodded and looked at the people coming and going outside the tavern with a pale face.

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

He asked his second sister.

Without waiting for the second sister to answer, he said directly: "In fact, the actual experience of the two is not much different."

“People are so afraid of death, yet they are used to dreaming every day. Perhaps hidden beneath this indifference is the numbness of human beings to life itself. Dreams are actually people’s resistance to reality. People bring their unfulfilled desires in reality into dreams to realize them, and also put misfortunes that have not yet happened in reality into dreams to experience. Dreams are both a place for humans to experience a happy life and a garbage dump for humans to discard their fears.”

He said in a melancholy and slow tone: "The emotions hidden in the heart are released in dreams. Perhaps this means that the self in the dream is the most real one, without any disguise."

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

She suggested to the Sandman: "In that case, why don't you come with me on a real journey? Maybe you will see something different."

The second sister invited the sleep demon to experience the 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, the Sleepy Man finally reached out and held the second sister's slightly cold hand.

"Where do we start?"

The Sleepy Man asked the second sister.

"Some magician."

"magician?"

"Yes, the most common death in this world recently is the continuous deaths of magicians."

The ankh on her chest swayed gently, and she looked at the sunlight slowly coming in from outside, a look of worry on her face.

"This world is undergoing tremendous changes that no one could have predicted."

"Come on, the bodies are all here."

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

"The bodies of all the magicians who died from the backlash of the magic they released are all here."

As Bobo spoke, 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 horrible corpse lying on a metal bed appeared before his eyes.

The bodies were covered with tumors, and their original appearance was almost unrecognizable.

A round ball tumor, emitting a faint foul odor.

Constantine frowned and looked at the body closest to him.

This was a male corpse, with black, wriggling tentacle-like substances squeezing out of his mouth, eyes, and stomach, forming a horrific existence.

Constantine put on gloves and walked over to the body.

"Isn't Zatanna at the bar?"

While examining the corpse for abnormalities, Constantine asked Bobo.

In addition to investigating the bodies 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 situation.

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

"New home?" Constantine asked Bobo in confusion, "What new home?"

"She told me once, when she was drunk, that she had a father figure to him, and I think she meant her farm home in Smallwell."

Bobo adjusted his detective hat and said to him.

Constantine used his gloved hands to lift up a portion of the tumor.

He asked the orangutan, "What do you know about the farmer in Smallville?"

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

Bobo shook his head and said, "I don't know, but I heard from Zatanna that he has saved the world several times. He should be one of the most powerful beings in the world. Moreover, each of his sons and daughters is not an ordinary person."

Hearing what Bobo said, Constantine was somewhat disapproving.

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

Bobo did not refute. He walked in front of him and looked at the corpse that Constantine was examining. "Maybe. Let's talk about the corpse first. These...are like some kind of decay from another dimension. These corpses seem to have become horrible in order to adapt and cope with it."

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

Along with the splash of blood, a long neck similar to that of an alien larva burst out of the chest of the corpse, baring its fangs and bloody basin.

Bobo was startled and jumped back.

"My God!"

As the "tumor" on the man's chest broke out, the other corpses slowly stood up.

Various corpses, their surfaces covered with tumors or deformed, making incomprehensible sounds from their mouths, stood up from the beds and attacked Constantine and Bobo.

"Damn it!"

As the gorilla Bobo stepped back, he made a sound of disbelief, "This is impossible, they have been completely inactivated at the cellular level."

Constantine dodged 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 a mutant corpse that was rushing towards him away.

"Aliens can see you!"

"The aliens are approaching!"

"The aliens are coming!"

The corpse staggered towards the two men, repeating these words over and over again.

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

Although he couldn't use magic now, he still carried some small props with him.

"It sounds like magic is dead, and we're all going to die with it."

Constantine said as he backed away.

As the two men fought in the basement, other members of the magical world in the Forgotten Bar heard the noise and quickly came to support them.

"Wow!"

Smallwell Farm.

Zatanna tried to pick up the cup of water, but accidentally dropped it on the ground.

"Are you okay? Xiaoza."

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

With a flick of the wrist, the shards of glass appeared in the trash can. Peter walked over to her and asked, "You look a little distracted."

"I'm fine, sir."

Zatanna exhaled, "I just might not be able to adjust to not being able to use magic."

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

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

Peter consoled her.

"Thank you, sir. Has the issue of the Sandman been resolved?"

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

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

Zatanna asked confusedly, "How long is the short term?"

"About a year."

Peter said, looking at the watch on his wrist.

In a year, your next baby may be born.

Glancing at his watch, he was suddenly stunned.

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

What does it mean? !

Could it be that my sixth child is coming, and at such a turbulent time? !
"Sir, are you okay?"

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

(End of this chapter)