Chapter 27: A Love Story Between a Human and a Ghost? Yes.

After much difficulty, the kind-hearted Officer Grayson finally managed to feed the fever-reducing medicine into the mouth of the delirious Dr. Osborn. The stubborn Dr. Osborn frowned and stuck out his tongue in disgust, but was eventually soothed by the poignant love story of Sam and Mary in "Ghost".

Dr. Osborne, who had just taken a nap, dared not open his eyes. He felt as if he had a beautiful dream in which someone was reading him bedtime stories in a gentle voice.

"If only Dick really came back in spirit form," Allen thought with a touch of regret.

The thought lingered for five seconds before being erased from Allen's mind by his reason.

Dick was just an ordinary person, not a superhero. His soul might already be playing chess with God in heaven right now.

Allen calmly opened his eyes.

Then he met Dick's concerned gaze.

Allen's eyes widened, and he gasped.

Dick touched Allen's face with concern: "Are you feeling better?"

However, before his hand could touch Allen, Allen dodged it.

Dr. Osborne stared at the person in front of him as if facing a formidable enemy.

The air froze for three seconds, then Allen suddenly took a strangely shaped cross from his neck and decisively hung it around Dick's neck.

"Keep this on, don't take it off."

After seeing the necklace flash and land squarely on Dick's chest, Allen finally felt a little relieved.

Although he didn't know what Allen was doing, Dick still held the gift Allen had given him and smiled happily: "Thank you, baby, this gift looks really special. Is that an emerald on it? Hmm... the shape is a little strange?"

He seemed to have seen something similar in the Bat Cave.

“Hmm, a gift. Don’t let this cross leave your neck no matter what.” Alan got out of bed and slowly made his way to his closet.

As he passed by Dick, he reached out and pinched Dick's cheek, then nodded in satisfaction.

Dick: ?

He touched his face and reached out to help Dr. Osborn, who looked exhausted, but Allen pushed him away.

Dick had no choice but to follow closely behind Allen. "Don't worry, I'll keep you with me. But I really think you should get some rest now. What are you looking for? I'll help you find it."

Allen suddenly pulled out a vintage-looking Remington double-barreled revolver from deep within the closet. The muzzle was dark and the cylinder looked very high-quality, clearly indicating its lethality.

The doctor held the gun with both hands, turned around, and pointed the muzzle at Dick.

Dick: !!

Then Allen forcefully shoved the gun into his arms.

Dick: ?

This development is a bit strange.

“Listen, I know you’re not feeling right right now,” Allen said seriously. “But the only thing you need to do right now is protect yourself. If anyone… or whatever else wants to hurt you, don’t hesitate, pull the trigger. And be careful, don’t let the bullet hurt yourself.”

The bullets were coated with holy water bought from Constantine, which might affect Dick in his current soul state. Allen had only ever been interested in angels and demons, and had never studied souls. More importantly, this was Dick's soul, so he didn't want to take the risk.

But he also had to ensure that Dick had the weapons to protect himself.

The cross he just saw was one he bought from Constantine years ago; it was said to be able to solidify the soul into a physical form and even temporarily maintain a human appearance.

It seems to be quite effective; Allen is already thinking about getting more supplies from Constantine next time.

In the few seconds it took from waking up to walking to the wardrobe, Alan had already formed a plan in his mind. The magical artifact he got from Constantine could temporarily protect Dick's soul, and then he would go to the bald man in Metropolis to talk about a collaborative project, to get Dick a better body to possess, preferably one with Kryptonian genes, but the gene chains that were sensitive to Kryptonite had to be removed.

Allen had heard Constantine say that some people, after death, experience such a shock that they temporarily forget they are dead. They return to the lives of their former acquaintances and live normally, lingering there and unwilling to leave.

Allen believes that this is exactly the situation Dick is in right now.

Sometimes, intelligent people tend to overthink, and they also have a weakness: they only trust their own judgment.

Allen felt that his judgment was the only answer that could explain the current situation.

He wasn't going to tell Dick that he was dead, as Dick might not be able to accept it.

So let's wait until he's physically ready before giving Dick a surprise.

Allen's tone was very serious, and his expression was also very serious.

Dick had no idea what was going on, but he had to take it seriously.

"...Can I ask if anything could hurt us?" Dick gripped his gun, thinking that this was the first time he had ever seen Allen look so serious.

Something must be happening that he doesn't know about, and Allen is worried about his safety.

Dick put the gun in his pocket, stepped forward, and stared intently into Allen's eyes: "I will protect you, don't be afraid."

“…What am I afraid of?” Allen glanced at Dick, then abruptly pulled back the curtains.

Sunlight streamed into the room, and Alan could clearly see Dick's dark shadow. He then let out a long sigh of relief.

As Dick looked at Allen's increasingly serious face, his heart began to pound.

He wondered what kind of terrible situation could have made Allen, who was usually so calm, look so anxious.

Allen just said... to prevent certain creatures from harming him, which means that perhaps non-human beings will appear?

Dick thought of Constantine, and then of the fact that he had gone to Constantine's place several days in a row to look for him, only to find that Constantine was not staying in his room.

It's clear that Constantine has been very active lately.

An active Constantine is not a common sight, in other words, something must have happened in Blue's Haven on the magical side.

Allen knew it too.

Dick was getting anxious. He wanted to ask Allen what was going on, but Allen wouldn't say anything and just stared at Dick seriously.

“From now on, you can only stay by my side and listen to me in everything, understand?” Allen stared into Dick’s eyes.

Dick's expression tightened, and he nodded seriously: "No problem... but are you really not going to tell me what's going on?"

"It's just a small problem, don't worry, I'll handle it." Allen thought for a moment, then, mimicking Dick's actions, stepped forward and pressed Dick's head onto his shoulder, patting it gently. "Don't be afraid, I'll protect you."

After saying that, he cupped Dick's head and, just like his mother comforted him when he was a child, gave Dick a loud kiss on the forehead.

Dick, forced to be submissive: ...

He hesitated for a second before deciding to kiss him back immediately, only to be slapped away by Allen.

The kiss was nice, but could we try a deeper kiss somewhere else next time? This feels a bit strange.

But before Dick could continue to ponder this, Andy Miller suddenly knocked on the lounge door.

"Dr. Osborn, I'm sorry to bother you, but would it be convenient for you to come with me?"

Allen gestured for Dick to be quiet: "Wait for me here. I'll come over to you as soon as I've finished dealing with things at the hospital. Don't wander around, understand?"

Dick, whose kiss was rejected, was completely moved by Allen's serious expression. After thinking about it, he decided to believe Allen.

He felt that Allen must have a very important purpose in keeping him here, and that Allen would never harm him.

Thinking this through, Dick nodded decisively to Allen: "I'll listen to you!"

"Very good. Pick up your gun and protect yourself, understand?"

Dick instinctively tightened his grip on the gun.

He remembered Allen saying that the bullets in the pistol were contaminated with holy water, and he already had a bad feeling... Maybe Broodhaven Hospital would be flooded with demons soon!!

Dick thought for a moment and then secretly sent a message to Red Robin.

Allen looked at the obedient Dick and nodded with great satisfaction: "I'll take care of everything."

**

Inside the conference room, the doors and curtains were drawn tightly shut, so no one could see what was happening inside.

Only the sound of the patient's family members crying could be heard.

Andy Miller explained to Allen from the doorway, "It's Alex, the son of the Pedros. He wants to see the last people to see his parents."

The last person to see the Pedros was indeed Allen.

Allen frowned and thought for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

He pushed open the door and entered the room, where he saw a familiar-looking young man sitting in a chair with his back to him.

This must be Alex Pedro, who rushed to the hospital but failed to see his parents and brother one last time.

Allen narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the other person. He vaguely remembered that the other person also had that reversed triple helix tattoo, so he was convinced that what happened today was no accident, and that this person had probably come to him on purpose.

What exactly is the other party's purpose?

Before Allen could figure it out, the sorrowful sobs abruptly stopped. Allen saw Alex Pedro suddenly stand up, turn around and look at him blankly.

Allen was somewhat surprised, because he had previously asserted that it was almost impossible for the other person to leave the wheelchair.

But Alex Pedro looked completely unharmed, with strong, healthy legs.

Dr. Miller turned and left, locking the conference room door behind him. His barely audible voice reached Allen's ears: "Sorry, Allen."

Allen didn't know what he was apologizing for, but he soon found out.

Now only Allen and Alex Pedro are in the room.

Alex produced a knife and stabbed Allen the moment he stood in front of him.

At the last second, Allen instinctively turned to dodge. Alex Pedro's strength seemed to have increased dramatically; the knife veered past Allen's waist and abdomen, embedding itself in the conference room table, almost piercing through the solid wood.

Allen grabbed a vase from the table and aimed it at Alex's head, but Alex nimbly dodged it.

There were no electrode pads in the meeting room, and Allen couldn't use a fully charged defibrillator to get himself out of trouble. He'd just handed his gun to Dick, so he was practically unarmed.

But that didn't mean he couldn't fight back. When Alex Pedro approached Allen again with a knife, Allen snorted and accurately injected an anesthetic into Alex's neck.

The anesthetic took effect quickly; Alex's eyes glazed over for a moment before he regained consciousness the next second.

He charged at Allen, knife in hand, like a zombie devoid of any feeling.

The meeting room became chaotic. Allen overturned a chair to block Alex, but Alex kicked the chair and smashed it. However, despite the commotion, no one outside noticed the disturbance in the meeting room.

Allen calmly dodged while thinking of a solution.

What happened today was within his expectations, except for Dick's death.

This did throw him off balance and cause him to miss many crucial details.

But it's okay, it can still be salvaged.

Allen pulled a spray can from his pocket and sprayed a highly hallucinogenic neurotoxin into Alex Pedro's face. While the other man was momentarily stunned, he took out another dose of the drug.

The pale yellow liquid was instantly injected into Alex's body.

The same potion that once turned the body tissue of a 'squid' into a pool of blood also had an effect on Alex Pedro.

He finally froze in place, the knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he collapsed.

However, just as Allen breathed a sigh of relief, a sharp knife suddenly pierced through his abdomen!

He turned around in surprise, only to see Andy Miller, who had somehow returned to the conference room, appear behind him.