Falsifying history is good business

Chapter 228 Which story is this?
Although the trip took most of the night, everyone knows that for nocturnal animals, the second half of the night is the peak of nightlife. Therefore, the Wetherspoon Bar in West London is still crowded.

Constantine was lying on the bar, his mouth full of alcohol and his eyes blurred. Anyone who saw him would think that this playboy who claimed to be a private detective was already drunk and might fall on the bar or even on the ground at any time. However, no one noticed that his seemingly blurred eyes were actually focused on a young white woman who was only about 20 years old.

The woman's every move, every frown and every smile fell into the eyes of the Hell Detective. At the same time, his brain was also obscured; under the cover of the alcohol, he actually stayed sober, accurately analyzed the target's state, and approached the white woman at the right time when no one was around.

"Hello, Miss Charlotte. It's hard to believe that we meet again." Constantine deliberately let his tongue get tied and staggered, as if he would fall down with a slight push.

A drunk and crazy man will make women feel disgusted or even dangerous, but a drunk man who has unsteady steps and can't even stand steadily but is still polite can greatly weaken women's vigilance.

Although Constantine does not know the true identity of this woman and cannot determine whether she is dangerous, since she appears in the appearance of a woman, he might as well treat her as a woman.

Maybe it really is useful?

The woman called "Charlotte" glanced at the drunk, her face showing surprise. "I can't believe it either, John. This is the third time we've met in a bar, and in three different bars. Are you following me? Otherwise, I don't believe it's such a coincidence that we'd meet three nights in a row."

"It makes me sad that you say that; but, for a lady as beautiful as you, it is not difficult to understand if I deliberately follow in your footsteps, right?" Constantine leaned against the bar, and his "drunk" and naive appearance could easily make people mistakenly believe that his compliments were sincere - especially women.

Charlotte was amused and smiled, and naturally, their conversation became lively.

"The stone statue you sold me yesterday was truly amazing. I could actually hear it talking to me. At first I thought it was an illusion..."

When Constantine began to "attack" the beauty, two "people" - one big and one small - were watching coldly in the corner of the bar. However, the big one showed his figure calmly and stood against the wall, while the small one used the Disillusionment Charm to avoid being seen.

There is no way around it. In the glamorous world of capitalism, people may turn a blind eye to minors eating leaves and sip rock sugar, but it is absolutely not allowed to go into a bar and drink before reaching the age.

"In your opinion, does this scene make you feel angry as if you suddenly saw the person you like flirting with someone else? Or is it the humiliation of being betrayed?" The Disillusionment Spell hid the figure but not the voice; Count Goff's teasing words were heard word for word and accurately reached the ears of the Mirror Master.

The music in the bar perfectly masked the unidentified sound.

"Can't you just focus on the business, writer?" O'Dimm said unhappily, "That woman is obviously from an unknown background, and you don't care?"

Lin You curled his lips and said, "Why should I care? Since she appeared in the big world and did not cause any logical conflicts in the world view, it means that her appearance is reasonable for the world. As for who she is, is it important? Aren't you also a demon? Haven't you seen me interfere with your actions? By the way, speaking of actions, you haven't let Constantine sign the contract yet?"

Odimu snorted coldly and was too angry to talk anymore.

Master Mirror also didn't understand how this hippie-like human could be so determined and smart even though he looked so lazy. If it were someone else like Constantine who had been obsessed with black magic since childhood, he would have been possessed by the devil from the inside out.

"Can't you see where this woman comes from, even with your identity and authority as a writer?" O'Dimm tried hard to turn the subject back to the main topic.

"Want to hear the truth?"

Odimm said happily: "Of course."

"But I don't want to say it." O'Dimm said angrily: "Why?"

"I don't want to tell you the reason." Lin You's pretended calm tone could almost piss off a devil, but the devil suddenly calmed down when he was about to explode with anger.

"This matter is important, right?" O'Dimm looked at the couple flirting in the distance with burning eyes. "I don't know what happened, but your behavior tells me that the whole matter is much more important than I understand. Even you, the writer, have to treat it with caution."

Lin You smiled but said nothing.

Demons are not necessarily all cunning, but this Master of Mirrors is indeed very sharp. Although he has no backing or background in the big world, so that he has no way of knowing the attitude of the gods towards the "unknown", and even does not know the emergence and significance of the "unknown", he has guessed some clues through the clues of the writer.

"What should I do next, writer?" As soon as he realized the seriousness of the matter, O'Dimm immediately showed his flexibility as a devil, and was able to "ask questions without hesitation" even to a little kid like Lin You.

But... ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds passed, and there was no response from beside me, not even a sound of rejection.

The devil looked back in surprise, only to find that the writer had left at some point.

After going through a series of events, including the interaction with the divinity of Minerva, Lin You's strength has grown rapidly, and is no longer at the level when he first integrated the world of Demon Hunter; so much so that Master Mirror, in his moment of excitement, unknowingly lost the trace of the author.

In the distance, Constantine was still trying to find out more: "I found that we have a lot in common, such as our love for British pub culture. What style do you like? For a pub like Wetherspoons that is a chain operation with a unified style but has characteristics of different regions, do you have a sense of anticipation of always finding surprises when you open the door..."

"Actually, I don't know what bar style is; I came to the bar to find my son. He always said that when he came here, he would open the best bar in the world..."

"What, your son? Oh my God, was I drunk and heard it wrong, or did you say it wrong?" Constantine shouted in shock, like a drunk who couldn't control his brain and mouth, but in fact he was very happy in his heart.

After investing so much energy and talking so much, I finally had the chance to pry open the mouth of this mysterious woman and get some substantial information.

……

Lin You, who had already left, naturally could not hear these conversations, but he did not need to hear more, and he did not care about the "extreme tug-of-war" between Constantine and Charlotte; because when he saw the young woman named Charlotte, he knew her identity.

It's not just Constantine whose starting time has been changed, there's also another story - the American TV version of "Lucifer".

It seems that not only did Lucifer come to the world early, but his restless mother also came with him - even the woman he possessed chose the same one. Charlotte, who was already a middle-aged female lawyer in the American TV series, is still a young woman in her twenties now.

"Constantine, Lucifer, The Witcher, Harry Potter, Indiana Jones..." Lin You counted the relevant people one by one with his fingers, "Is this the 'unknown' brought about by the collision of these five stories? Oh, by the way, if we also count the news about Evelyn and the Black Book of the Dead, we have to add another mummy."

That’s six stories.

(End of this chapter)