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Chapter 250 Avalon’s Destroyer is on the Way

The moment Avalon's seal was opened, the world had changed subtly.

The trajectory of the world is still intact, and past history has not changed.

Everything that was supposed to happen has still happened.

It's just that some details have been added to the past.

For example, various strange stories appear, such as detectives trying to solve strange stories.

All of this may have been doomed from the beginning.

Just as Lorraine first came to this world, she used the slit girl to earn her first negative energy.

Start with urban weird stories.

……

The effect of black magic is very obvious, and Thomas really becomes seriously ill and begins to age.

But in the end things didn't turn out to be the worst.

His body was found in his room, and the appearance of death was extremely strange.

"Mr. Constantine, do you know this man?"

Constantine tried every means to lift the curse, but to no avail.

It was clear that Thomas died a violent death.

Chandler hurried to open the door and found a young investigator who was already tall and thin.

The investigator showed Chandler the ID.

Whether it's to avenge his father or clear his name, he will definitely find out the real culprit with his own hands!
"Actually, it can't be said that there is no progress."

In desperation, he dug up the cat's body and soaked it in formaldehyde to stop it from rotting. Unexpectedly, it worked. Although Thomason's condition did not improve, it did not get worse.

All intelligence indicates that Constantine did not have a good relationship with his father.

Brian opened a notebook and said, "We investigated the people Mr. Thomas had contact with during his lifetime. Shortly before the incident, he repeatedly contacted an unidentified person, and that person's name was Satan.

The remaining parts were then buried, completing the ritual of black magic.

"Hello, I am Brian Braddock from the Skyward Sword Bureau. Regarding the case, we still have something to ask Mr. Constantine!"

When Brian entered the living room, Constantine was smoking.

Constantine and Chandler had just arrived home, and before they had time to rest, the doorbell rang outside.

"There is no progress at all!"

Constantine shook his head sharply: "I don't know you. Are you sure someone will take this name?"

Although his father survived, he remained senile until he was murdered.

Brian and Constantine sat face to face, introduced themselves again, and explained their purpose.

He killed his neighbor's cat and chopped off one of its feet - just like his disabled father.

"It's just established. I'm sorry I can't reveal too much."

Brian smiled politely and said: "Mr. Constantine, regarding Mr. Thomas' case, we are still investigating..."

"Oh ok, please come in!"

Thomas Constantine, Constantine's father.

Now Constantine is the number one suspect in Thomas' death.

The whole person was hung upside down from the ceiling, his head was wrapped in white cloth, and a bloody word - A was written on his face.

Constantine suddenly asked, "Why haven't I heard of this department? I only heard that there is a S.H.I.E.L.D. in the United States."

So even though he is suspected by many people, Constantine is indeed not the murderer.

The hatred between him and his father is not that big.

Constantine shook his head and said, "I knew you were unreliable, otherwise I wouldn't have chosen to be a detective myself."

When Constantine was a boy, he cursed his father with magic.

"Yeah, it seems like it's really a pseudonym."

He just wanted him to love him and didn't want him to actually die.

When Chandler saw the investigator, he had already roughly guessed his purpose, and he only asked out of politeness.

He didn't kill his father.

In fact, this is also true.

"you are?"

When Chandler reminded him, he reluctantly put out the cigarette butt.

"Are you from Tianjian Bureau?"

Constantine begins to panic as Tomas is dying.

Brian then asked a few more innocuous questions, and Constantine answered truthfully that he didn't know.

When the investigation was almost complete, Brian stood up and said, "Thank you for your cooperation. Our police department will do our best to continue the investigation and let Mr. Thomas rest in peace as soon as possible!"

He said goodbye and left, and Chandler got up to see him off.

The moment Brian turned around, Constantine suddenly felt something flash before his eyes.

Taking a closer look, it was the little girl I saw before.

She followed Brian, as if preparing to leave together.

"Mr. Brian." Constantine suddenly said, "Are you going to go back to the Sky Sword Bureau directly?"

Brian turned around in confusion: "Yes, why do you ask so suddenly?"

"It's nothing." Constantine shook his head, "The Huitian Sword Bureau is great. There are many men, and dirty things don't dare to go in."

This sentence was like a warning. The little girl immediately stopped, glared at Constantine angrily, and then disappeared.

Brian on the other side was deep in thought.

Why did Detective Constantine suddenly bring up the subject of men?
Especially when he saw the other person's wandering eyes looking at him, Brian suddenly felt that he understood something.

This is England, and some things are really not that unusual.

But he's really not Brian!
Run away!
……

Meanwhile, Avalon.

After hearing 'Clint's' explanation, both Steve and Tony realized the seriousness of the problem at the same time.

They can't stay here any longer and must get out of here!

But things are not as simple as imagined.

Avalon can no longer leave if he wants to.

Tony took out the door key that Lorraine had given him before, trying to initiate the space transfer, but what was shown in the end was extremely disappointing.

He couldn't leave.

Tony didn't know what was going on for a moment, but Lorraine had no consciousness of her own now.

This question cannot be answered.

Steve was a little curious on the side, wondering why this strange-looking demon hunter suddenly took out a chess piece.

And his expression instantly became ugly.

Is this some special prop?

'Clint' explained: "You are now part of the strange story and have become a part of it.

"Unless someone cracks this weird story from the outside, none of you can get out."

Tony suddenly felt anxious.

This situation is too passive, right?
According to the current situation in Avalon, ghost stories have been bound to reality. If so many ghost story worlds were to be cracked, they would have been cracked long ago, so why wait until now?
The only thing he could do now was wait.

Waiting to see if anyone will happen to enter this world.

Who will come to rescue them?

……

"Ah~~~"

In the office, Constantine collapsed on the sofa and let out a long yawn.

He touched his belly and shouted, "I'm so hungry. Let's get something to eat!"

Chandler turned on his phone and checked the surrounding stores, and suddenly found a new store.

"How about going to eat barbecue?" Chandler said, "A barbecue restaurant recently opened and I heard it tastes good."

Constantine thought about it and felt that this suggestion was indeed a good one. so be it!
But just when he was ready to go out and open his belly.

"Dingling bell~"

Chandler's cell phone suddenly rang.

Chandler's professionalism immediately answered the phone, and after several conversations, he had a look of ecstasy on his face.

"No problem, we'll be there right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Chandler suddenly took Constantine's hand.

"Here comes the big life!"

Constantine was stunned: "But the barbecue is so good..."

Chandler said leisurely: "Two-star ghost story, the reward is 10,000 pounds."

Constantine stood up abruptly from the sofa.

"go!"

……

London, Bank of England.

Countless patrol cars surrounded it, and police officers with loaded guns were at the ready, staring intently at the bank door.

There, the original iron gate was gone, replaced by a bottomless, constantly rotating black hole.

It seemed to swallow everything up.

The sirens are blaring, it's a critical moment.

This was an ordinary bank robbery in London. A few short-sighted robbers rushed into the bank because they had something to worry about.

Naturally, he had no time to escape and was surrounded by police officers.

The robbers took hostages and confronted the police.

But at this time, strange stories came.

Everyone in the bank is trapped inside.

"So? What level of weird story is this?"

London Sheriff Charlemagne personally came to the scene and intervened in the case.

The technician replied: "There are hundreds of people trapped in the second-level ghost story. If the time is prolonged and the people are assimilated by the ghost story, the consequences will be disastrous."

Charlemagne sighed: "It's really tricky. We must unravel the core of this strange story as soon as possible. Where are the relevant experts? Have you contacted them?"

"Don't worry, sir, we'll contact the great detective!"

"Oh? Could it be that he is famous recently..."

Rumbling--

The sound of a huge engine was heard, and everyone turned around to see an oversized off-road vehicle.

The off-road vehicle ignored the police blockade and drove until it stopped in front of Charlemagne.

A strong hand stretched out from the car window and snapped his fingers.

"music!"

A round of strong music sounded, which seemed to be a very old song, and at this moment, a figure appeared from the car.

The origin of this song is unclear, but a strange feeling suddenly appeared, and Charlemagne's goosebumps immediately covered his body.

Who is the person who came here?

Wow! Charlemagne saw clearly.

It turned out to be a blond detective wearing a long trench coat, with firm eyes, a confident smile, and domineering movements. It was known that he was the best among detectives.

Charlemagne murmured to himself: "Could this be..."

"That's right!"

The technician quickly stepped forward and introduced: "This is the famous detective in London - Mr. Constantine!"

……

"I already know everything about what happened."

Constantine said confidently while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"You want me to solve this strange story, right? You really have found the right person!"

Looking at the unattractive detective in front of him, Charlemagne was full of distrust.

Is this guy really a detective?

He quickly added: "The focus is to rescue the more than 100 trapped people."

"Don't worry! As long as you have my reasoning, everything will be no problem!"

Charlemagne had no time to listen to Constantine's bragging. He said: "In that case, we will be on standby outside at any time. If you encounter difficulties..."

"will not!"

Constantine waved his hand, "Such a little weird story, you can just watch it from outside!
"It's just a two-star ghost story, see if I can catch it!"

After that, Constantine swaggered into the black hole at the entrance of the Central Bank.

His figure was instantly swallowed up.

The moment Constantine entered the ghost story, a huge picture opened at the door of the bank, showing the scene in the ghost story.

It was pitch black and Constantine walked in it.

Charlemagne was relieved at this time, and he said to himself: "Mr. Constantine, is it really okay?"

"Don't worry!"

Someone said next to him. Charlemagne turned around, only to find a pale young man.

The young man said: "Although Mr. Constantine looks a little strange, his reasoning cannot be imitated by anyone!"

Charlemagne asked in confusion: "Who are you?"

Only then did the young man suddenly realize: "I forgot to introduce myself, I am Mr. Constantine's agent, my name is Chandler!"

Constantine opened his eyes and found himself trapped in a dungeon.

The dungeon is not big and can only hold one person. According to the surrounding furnishings, it looks like it is in an old castle.

Immediately afterwards, the floor of the dungeon suddenly began to loosen, and then a piece of floorboard fell down.

A dark hole appeared on the ground, and rustling sounds came from below.

Constantine looked down, his sight was very narrow, but he still saw countless venomous snakes intertwining and squirming below.

Only a minute passed while he was still comprehending the situation.

Then another piece of floorboard fell.

Constantine understood immediately: "The floor here will sink one piece every minute, a total of sixteen floors. Before that, I have to escape from this dungeon.

"But when it sinks to about ten blocks, the remaining floor can hardly bear my weight."

The whole dungeon was silent, except for the rustling sound of snakes crawling.

Constantine laughed dumbly: "Escape from the dungeon, isn't it too easy?"

In scenes other than the strange stories, the people in the police station looked at Constantine imprisoned in the dungeon, feeling uneasy.

The shadow of Fang Tian's painted halberd has deviated a little, and time is passing.

They can naturally guess the rules of the dungeon.

Charlemagne asked nervously: "Is it an escape room type of weird story? There should be clues around it, right?"

Chandler on the side said: "Of course there will be. If I were the designer, I would put the key in the pile of poisonous snakes, put a rope in the dungeon, let the detective tie himself, and use my body to fish for the key."

Charlemagne couldn't help but glance at Chandler.

Is this guy serious?
He cursed his detective like this?
If a person dies in a ghost story, then he is really dead!

Charlemagne said quickly: "The two-star ghost story shouldn't be so perverted..."

Before he finished speaking, Constantine in the picture found a rope in the dungeon.

Charlemagne was speechless.

Constantine scratched his head, as if he still hadn't figured out what the rope was for.

After thinking for a long time and not being able to figure it out, Constantine threw the rope away. By coincidence, it happened to be thrown into the hole in the ground.

The rope fell into the group of snakes and was instantly submerged and disappeared.

(End of this chapter)