American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

Someone?!

"Quick, Grant, speed up! I need to know who that is?!"

In the cockpit, Grant revved up the engine, which roared as they sped forward.

They quickly reached the shore, and as soon as they got off the boat, the two ran towards the cabin.

Bang!

They roughly kicked open the wooden door and quickly searched the house. The house didn't have that musty or damp smell, and there wasn't even a speck of dust on the floor. It was so clean, as if someone had been living there and cleaning it all the time.

They searched the rooms one by one, quickly scouring the place, but sadly, they didn't find anyone. It was as if the figure from before was just an illusion.

But that was impossible. The person must still be on this island. Constantine was confident in his judgment and was about to go out and look.

"Constantine, there's a manuscript here!"

Grant's shout called Constantine over. On the floor of one of the rooms, a manuscript lay quietly.

The content was crystal clear, recording that they would arrive at the cabin on Heart Island tonight, have a good night's sleep there, and then, on the afternoon of the next day, meet Ms. Alice at a certain doctor's lakeside villa.

"The content of this manuscript accurately predicts our arrival and also makes a prediction for tomorrow."

Holding the manuscript, Constantine felt increasingly strange.

They were like characters in a novel, following the content and rhythm written by the author, step by step, to advance the plot.

But here's a question: if the characters in the book see the script of what's going to happen to them next, will they still follow the content of the manuscript?

"For example, right now, if the two of us choose to leave here immediately, then this prediction will..."

Before Grant could finish his suggestion, a familiar hum came from outside.

Without time to say anything more, Grant's expression changed, and he drew his gun and rushed out of the house.

Bang! Bang!

The dim light and heavy rain completely interfered with his vision. Two consecutive bullets missed the target, and he could only grudgingly watch a figure drive their boat away.

"F*ck!"

With a gloomy face, Grant walked back, intending to explain the situation to Constantine, but was surprised to find Constantine already lying in bed, looking like he was about to sleep.

"......"

Looking awkward, Grant asked dumbly.

"Constantine, what are you doing?"

"Sleeping, duh~" Constantine rolled his eyes at him, answering calmly.

"I know, I mean, uh... our boat was just stolen, aren't you worried at all?"

Grant gestured with his hands, trying to make the other person understand their current predicament.

"Worried about what?"

Pulling the blanket over himself, Constantine closed his eyes, turned to the side, and said indifferently, "Instead of worrying about the small matter of the boat being stolen, I'd rather verify the prediction in the manuscript! Alright, Grant, stop talking nonsense and go to sleep."

"......"

Feeling somewhat helpless, Grant called out to him a couple more times, but seeing that the other person was no longer paying attention to him, he could only walk out of the room with a heavy heart.

Arriving in the hall, he found a coffee machine and made himself a cup of coffee. Grant took out his phone and secretly reported the current situation to his superior.

"Yes, yes, I've been secretly observing him... the manuscript... uh-huh, I understand... Constantine? He's currently, uh... sleeping soundly."

Snores... snores......

Listening to Constantine's earth-shattering snores, Grant hung up the phone speechlessly.

Constantine, in this strange place, you're sleeping so soundly?

Is that really okay?

[Emotional value from Grant Ward +1400]

With a straight face, Grant sat down in a chair by the window, rubbed his bloodshot eyes, took a big gulp of coffee, and mustered the aura of a seasoned agent, preparing to get through the night.

"Hiss... so cold!"

......

The next morning, Constantine stretched as he came out of the house, immediately noticing Grant's dark circles.

"Buddy, you can't do this! Even if you're an agent, you still need to rest when it's time to rest. After all, you've been driving for so long, aren't you sleepy?"

Sh*t!

With bloodshot eyes, Grant sneezed violently. He stayed up all night, and nothing happened.

As the saying goes, there's no harm without comparison. Unhappy, too unhappy!

"Constantine, are you really so carefree? Without the boat, how are we going to get back?"

Grant said sarcastically, his face dark.

"Isn't there you? I don't believe there aren't any of your people near this town!"

Constantine retorted with a smile, then pointed out the window.

"Look, the boat to pick us up is here~"

Turning his head, Grant watched a yacht sail towards them in silence.

F*ck, do you have to be so cooperative!?

[Emotional value from Grant Ward +1414]

Things went smoothly. The yacht heard their shouts and picked them up.

The captain of the boat was a talkative old man. Through their conversation, Constantine discovered that the other party wasn't curious about the cabin on Heart Island.

"Sir, don't you think it's strange that the cabin appeared?"

Unable to resist, Grant stepped forward and asked.

The old man looked at him strangely and said, "Strange how? Hasn't that cabin always been there?"

Huh? x2

Grant and Constantine exchanged a silent look, then took out their phones to call the agent team outside the town to confirm.

"Uh-huh......"

Hanging up the phone, Grant whispered in Constantine's ear, "Our people outside the town aren't affected. This old man's mind has been interfered with......"

"Have your people send people in to question them one by one, and it's best to confirm the range of people it can interfere with."

Constantine gave a suggestion, and Grant immediately dispatched the task to his subordinates.

In the following time, they chatted with the old man who steered the boat about the town gossip. Seeing that there were no more clues, they decisively said goodbye and left as soon as they reached the shore.

The old man driving the boat was a little sullen. Why did these two people just leave? He hadn't even told them about his elementary school anecdotes yet!

The two quickly checked on the boat that was lost last night. At noon, they ate a meal in the restaurant. Grant received an investigation report from his subordinates. Everyone, including the police station, was affected and wasn't curious about the appearance of the cabin at all.

In the afternoon, according to the contents of the manuscript, the two found the lakeside villa mentioned in the manuscript on the shore of Giant Cauldron Lake.

Although it's called a villa, it's more like a clinic, used to treat artists with psychological problems.

Musicians, rock singers, painters, poets... As they walked in, although there weren't many patients, most of them behaved strangely, like lunatics.

"Heh, I can imagine Alan Wake's mood when he first came here."

After making a faint mockery, Constantine and the others found Alice in the innermost office.

"Please sit down. This used to be a treatment center for a certain doctor. I'm temporarily staying here, helping the patients here by the way."

Alan Wake didn't appear here. Alice poured two glasses of water to entertain them.

"Ms. Alice, we want to ask you some questions."

Seeing that the other party's complexion was good, Grant played the role of an assistant very well, placing a manuscript in front of her.

"This is?" Alice asked.

"It's a manuscript we found in the cabin on Heart Island yesterday. Some of the content recorded on it is very interesting. You can take a look......"

"That cabin?"

"Yes."

"......"

No longer speaking, Alice lowered her head and read the words on the manuscript. Her voice sounded a little dejected.

"Indeed... whether you want to or not, it's like a moth caught in a spider's web. The weaver of fate has already prepared everything."

She took out a manuscript from her bosom, placed it in front of the two, and pointed to a passage on it, reciting it.

"After Constantine and the others meet Alice, endless killing intent surrounds this villa. In the corners they can't see, the dark forces begin to stir......"

Raising her face, Alice's eyes were filled with solemnity.

"You two... are in trouble!"