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Chapter 14 Constantine: Need to find a teammate

Hardcover apartment.

Angela kept looking at the surveillance video on the computer.

The video of his sister Isabella running to the edge of the rooftop was played repeatedly.

After looking back at the monitor, he jumped down.

Angela kept murmuring.

"Why~?"

"Isabella, why?"

"Why are you committing suicide?"

"What are you looking back at?"

"A murderer?"

"tell me···"

"Tell me, Isabella, what do you want to say to me when you turn around?"

Angela kept playing the surveillance video over and over again.

suddenly.

His sister's voice sounded in his ears.

"Constantine~"

Angela immediately became energetic and looked at the picture on the computer in disbelief.

After playing it again, the video is still the same video.

It seemed like what I just heard was just an auditory hallucination.

Angela seemed to remember something.

He took out a piece of paper and wrote down the name he just heard on it.

It was as if someone was telling Angela how to spell it.

Constantine.

Not a single letter was spelled wrong.

suddenly.

The phone next to him rang.

Angela thought it was a call from a colleague.

"Hello? Is there something wrong?"

"Can you hear me? Hello!"

I answered the phone, but the person on the other end said nothing, as if it was a prank.

Angela hung up the phone suspiciously.

But other phones in the room started ringing one after another.

Angela immediately realized that this matter was not simple.

It may have a lot to do with the death of his sister.

Immediately connect the police station files on the computer.

After entering Constantine.

Slowly load the photo of Constantine.

Angela recognized who this guy was at a glance.

It was the guy I met at the sanatorium that day, and later at the cathedral.

Is this the arrangement of fate?
Angela quickly picked up her belongings and went out.

Rush to the abandoned bowling alley where Constantine lives.

Along the way, Angela, as a detective, could clearly feel that someone was following her behind her.

Fortunately it was late at night.

It's late at night in New York, a coveted metropolis. You all know it in your heart, and you can also know it through the news.

Except for wealthy areas.

In other places, you generally don’t see a soul at night.

Angela stepped on the accelerator.

Soon we arrived at the bowling alley where Constantine lived.

I glanced at the Hebrew inscriptions on the door frame.

Angela paused, these words were somewhat familiar.

"Boom boom boom!"

Constantine in the house heard a knock on the door and looked towards the door.

Open the door.

Angela was the first to speak: "Mr. Constantine, we have met before."

Constantine nodded, "I remember. It seems that we are quite destined."

Angela: "Yes, can you allow me to ask you a few questions?"

Constantine refused: "I'm afraid not, I don't want to talk to anyone right now."

Seeing that Constantine was not cooperating, Angela lost the smile on her face and took out her police officer badge, "Then you can just listen to me?"

Seeing this, Constantine said, "Okay, come in!"

Come inside the house.

Constantine lit another cigarette and poured a glass of wine.

Angela looked at the decorations in the room and said, "Five days ago. My sister was murdered."

Constantine took a drag on his cigarette and said, "Oh~ Really. That's a pity."

"Thank you." Angela responded politely and continued: "She is a psychiatric patient at Santa Maria Nursing Home. She jumped from the roof."

"Santa Maria Sanatorium still admits mental patients?"

"Also, facing some wealthy families."

"That's really sad~
By the way, did you just say murder? "

Angela defended: "It is impossible for Isabella to commit suicide."

"Yeah~ What kind of mental patient can actually commit suicide? This is really terrible!" Constantine picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all in one gulp, "Isn't it?"

Angela took a deep breath and resisted the desire to slap the guy in front of her, "I heard that you are famous in that area.

I know the circle of your activities, paranormal, ghostology, exorcism, religion.

Just before my sister committed suicide, she suffered from severe paranoia.

She started talking about devils, angels.

I think she must have been influenced by something, Mr. Constantine.

She must have been brainwashed to jump off the rooftop.

Maybe some kind of cult. "

Constantine drank wine, listened to Angela's long speech, and kept nodding.

"Your analysis is correct, Detective.

You don’t want to believe that there are devils or angels.

Then I think you have come to the wrong person.

Good luck, officer. "

Angela pursed her lips and looked at Constantine for a long time, "I think that with your background, you should be able to give me some direction."

Constantine put out the cigarette in his hand, "Of course, of course."

After speaking, Constantine pointed to the door.

Signing for Angela to leave.

Angela wanted to leave, but after all, this was related to the truth about her sister's death.

"She didn't commit suicide!
My sister is a devout Catholic.

do you know?If she had taken her own life..."

Constantine interrupted: "Her soul will fall into hell, be torn apart again and again in the screams, and suffer pain in the burning of hell fire.

Extreme pain!
Never turn over!

am I right? "

After speaking, Constantine took a deep breath from the cigarette in his hand, "I know better than you!"

Angela finally couldn't bear it and walked slowly to Constantine.

"You're sweet!"

Angela, who had received a higher education, had the only most vicious words in her mind.

As the door was slammed shut.

Constantine took a sip of wine indifferently.

But at this time.

Shadows began to be cast on the curtains, and the bucket on the ground was shaken by the loud movement.

Constantine, an exorcist himself, knew immediately what this was about.

This is clearly a group of soldiers from hell who were summoned to the human world through some unknown method and are now chasing their prey.

Constantine immediately thought of the police officer who had just slammed the door and left.

In a very short time, Constantine realized that this was an excellent opportunity.

He dropped the wine glass in his hand and stood up.

When I ran out, I didn't forget to take my coat, cigarette lighter, and the exorcism tools on the shelf beside me.

In the blink of an eye, he caught up with Angela.

"Detective, if I say God made a bet with Satan.

The stakes are all human souls, do you believe it? "

As Constantine spoke, he kept looking back.The street lights on the far side of the street went out one after another.

Having suffered a lot from Constantine before, Angela replied in a not very good tone: "I will tell your attending physician."

Constantine kept looking behind him nervously, "Don't do this! Their agreement is that they cannot directly set foot in the human world, they can only exert influence, and see who will win in the end."

"Okay~" Angela also looked behind her curiously, but didn't find anything wrong, so she asked cooperatively: "Why."

Constantine didn't know what the answer was, "Who knows~ maybe it's just for fun."

"Oh~ that's really fun. A husband beats his wife to death, and a mother drowns her child. Isn't that fun?
Do you think this is all down to the devil?

You're wrong, it's people.Constantine.

Talent is the devil! "

"You're right, human nature is inherently evil. Plus some kind of guidance..." Constantine still wanted to persuade.

But suddenly, the street lights not far away went out.

"I think we are in big trouble!" Constantine said seriously.

Angela also saw this abnormal phenomenon, but she still made an excuse and said: "Maybe there is a power outage, right?"

"Crack!"

The car in front of him suddenly locked automatically.

Constantine quickly grabbed Angela's arm, "It seems we can't stay here any longer."

He walked straight to a shop on the roadside that sold Bibles and other items for believers.

There happens to be a statue of the Virgin in the window of the store, wrapped with circles of small LED light tubes.

This is also the only remaining light source on the street.

Gusts of wind ruffled Angela's hair, and the sound of something flapping in the darkness was heard in her ears.

"What is that?" Angela looked nervously into the darkness.

"Wings. Or maybe claws." Constantine explained as he backed away.

As he spoke, he took out a piece of yellowed linen from his coat.

"Stop joking. Do you know what you are talking about?" Angela just finished speaking.

An unknown animal whizzed past the head.

This slap in the face was really too fast.

Angela instantly pulled out the pistol in the holster.

Constantine took a look and said, "Guns are not very effective against these things, but of course they are very useful against those cultists.

Now, you'd better put it away! "

As he spoke, Constantine had already wrapped the piece of linen in his hand.

He took out the lighter.

"Come here right now!"

Angela had also realized the seriousness of the matter and came to the window obediently.

"What now? Do you have any suggestions?"

The two of them stood in front of the display window, and the light source behind them continued to dim.

A mere statue cannot hold it for long.

"Close your eyes!" Constantine suggested.

"why?"

"For your own sake, if you want to be blind, you can ignore it." Constantine didn't have the time to break up with Angela.

These hellish soldiers are pressing forward step by step.

"click~"

A metallic sound sounded in the darkness.

The flame of the metal lighter instantly ignited the linen wrapped around the palm.

A small flame suddenly gave off a light that could blind the eyes.

This is divine light.

The light is like substance, shining on the hell soldiers hiding in the darkness.

Just like an invisible flame.

Burn it to ashes instantly.

Constantine kept waving the light source in his hand.

In a few breaths, this group of hell soldiers were burned to the ground, leaving only two or three panicked and fled away with their wings flapping.

"Who said the devil can only stay in hell? Huh?"

Constantine shook his hand and shook off the residue on his hand.

"Looks like I need to contact that pervert."

Constantine patted the business card in his coat pocket.

"yue~"

There was a sound of vomiting behind him.

The smell that remains after these devils are killed is not so easy to accept.

Constantine looked back and said, "Don't worry, it's always like this the first time.

It was the smell of sulfur.

You'll get used to it later. "

As he spoke, he took out his cigarettes, picked up one and started puffing away.

"Brimstone?" As a believer, Angela naturally knew.

It is recorded in the Bible that hell is made of mountains of brimstone.

Therefore, wherever the devil appears, the smell of evil will remain.

That is, the smell of sulfur, which is seen as a characteristic of the arrival of the devil.

"What are those?" Angela asked in disbelief.

What happened today breaks the atheist concept that has been built up over the years with great difficulty.

"A cursed scavenger."

"No, it's impossible!" Angela strongly denied.

Constantine shrugged, exhaled a puff of smoke and said, "Believe it or not.

And I don’t believe they’re coming for me.

The day before yesterday I encountered a devil that attacked me on the street.

He asked me to mind my own business.

There is also a certain pervert priest who talks about it.

I'm starting to believe that your sister didn't commit suicide. "

"Isabella?" Angela said with absolute certainty, "Absolutely not!"

“Okay, let’s make sure!

See if she is in hell. "Constantine said with a smile.

Angela: "What do I need to do?"

Constantine held out his hand.

"Do you have a phone on you? I need to contact a guy."

"Also, we need a quiet place."

Angela wiped her tears and said, "Then go to my house!"

With that said, he walked towards his car.

He rummaged through his bag and handed a large phone to Constantine.

At the same time, he asked curiously: "Who are you contacting?

From your tone, it sounds like you don't have much to deal with him. "

Constantine did not deny it, but admitted as he took out his business card and called the number.

“A peer is also a competitor.

At the same time, this guy's character is not very good.

I think if you meet him, you will hate him too. "

As he spoke, a very impatient voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Hello~ You salesmen are really dedicated.

I can get calls even at night.

Aren't you afraid of my complaints? "

"It's me, Constantine!"

Lin Bei suddenly said excitedly: "Huha! It seems that our little girl is in trouble."

"It's John! You pervert!" Constantine corrected, "Are you still squatting in front of the bar at midnight?"

Lin Bei became very upset when he mentioned this: "That's right! That bastard devil Balthazar is just a turtle with a shrunken head.

Hiding inside all the time!
Don't come out at all! "

"Oh~ Really. I'm also unhappy with that bastard Balthazar, but there are more important things now.

Can you come for a visit? "

"Of course. Address." Lin Bei stood up and looked at the deserted street. "But I'm afraid it will be a little late. It's not easy to take a taxi at this time."

Constantine on the other end glanced at Angela.

Angela whispered: "Finely decorated apartment on Heim Avenue, 1307B."

Constantine repeated into the phone: "Fine-decorated apartment, 1307B."

Lin Bei looked around and said, "I've already heard it, so I don't need you to repeat it. But this address is a bit familiar~
Is it next to Heim Avenue? "

　Damn, this is for tomorrow.

　　Shitty!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)