Two days later.
On the street.
Looking at the fat man before him—Pete.
Constantine, having given himself a simple disguise, spoke to him with a serious expression:
"Sir, we're holding an event. As long as you let me hypnotize you once, I'll treat you to a pizza. Would you be interested in participating?"
Obviously.
It was a completely nonsensical excuse.
There wasn't even any basic logic to it.
Only an idiot would believe it.
However.
Fortunately, the other party really was an idiot.
"Really?"
Not only did Pete fail to recognize Constantine, the instant he finished speaking, he answered with indescribable excitement:
"Yes, yes, yes!!!"
"I want to join!!"
Even the stray dog not far away by the roadside, which was eating shit with a knife and fork, got up and said:
"Me too!!!"
"I want to join this event too!!!"
This made Constantine fall silent for a moment.
Honestly.
This utterly nonsensical, completely illogical world made him feel a little despair...
Still, after two days of effort, he had barely adapted to the environment here.
He had learned that this was a world where not only humans were extremely abnormal—even animals and aliens were abnormal as well.
If the lunatics in Gotham City had exceptionally high urges for destruction and crime.
Then the lunatics here were beasts, each worse than the last.
Beasts in the literal sense!
Ignorant, evil, cunning, bottomless—and naturally defective, prone to losing their minds for no reason at all!!
For a single piece of candy.
The children here.
The kind of children still riding around in strollers.
Could shoot someone dead!
Then the police would shoot them dead and snatch away that piece of candy!!
Fuck.
What a bunch of lunatics!!
And the children here, at three or five years old, would wander around nightclubs