Since the head of the corpse was quite complete this time, it can be seen from the direction of the facial muscles that the victim had suffered a lot of pain before his death.

Some young police officers next to him had already vomited, but Angela walked up expressionlessly and began to check the body.

Her rich experience has given her enough knowledge of the murderer of the serial murder case, and she can see details that many people, including Bruce and Lax, have not seen.

Since Angela had never seen the first two corpses, she had no way to judge whether the weapon used was consistent. However, through the video information left behind, she could see that the chair used by the other party to tie the corpse was different.

The chair tied to the bank president is the employee chair used by the bank. The chair used by the second female boss is the ergonomic chair used by Pailo. This time, the chair used to tie the victim is the same as the chair used by employees in the Snow Mountain Company.

This is very consistent with Angela's understanding of the murderer of serial murder cases. They always have unique pursuits in this regard. She could even imagine that if the other party couldn't get such a chair, he might not have killed this person.

Angela checked the body up and down, stood up and began to recall it in her mind.

The first place where the body was modified was the eyes. The skin and muscle tissue in the eyes were torn off, and a telescope was inserted into the eye socket. However, because there was no autopsy, it was not certain whether it was a fatal wound in the chest and abdominal cavity or a fatal wound in the head.

Judging from the degree of cruelty of this murderer, it is very likely that the first victim was torn off all the tissue around his eyes and inserted it into his brain with a telescope, and then died. The wounds in the abdominal and chest cavity were left after the victim died.

The second victim is somewhat similar to the first one. He is likely to have his ears cut off and then inserted it into the brain through the ear canal with the end of the signal receiver, stirring the brain into a cloud of slurry.

The third victim, at this time, could already see that he should have died of suffocation. Just a few seconds before the explosion, he died of foreign objects blocking the esophagus, causing suffocation that pressed the respiratory tract.

Angela stood there, took a deep breath, and anger that had not been seen for a long time had surged up. She had not seen such an arrogant serial murderer in a long time.

She immediately said to the intercom, "Every time, surrounded all the buildings around you, and the other party may be among the crowd, looking at this place."

Obviously, she was much more professional than Bruce and Laiks. Angela knew that the other party had carefully arranged this good show and even accurately calculated the time of the explosion when the blood was splashing. Then, he would definitely observe the detective's reaction nearby.

However, when the bodies exploded, the onlookers had already fled in all directions, and the police were under great mental shock. They could not stop the fleeing crowd for a while. By the time Angela gave the order, all the onlookers around had run away.

Angela took a deep breath and slowly put the pistol back on her waist. The heroic female police officer showed a rare look of fatigue. She turned around and walked back. After she sat in the police car, she couldn't hide her fatigue.

"Detective, you don't have to be under too much pressure. This murderer has done so many deaths and will definitely be exposed." said the young detective who was driving.

Angela shook her head. She was not worried about this case. As a well-known detective who specializes in investigating important cases, she knew that she should never be too hasty when dealing with such serial murderers, otherwise she would be in trouble.

The best way to deal with them is to not listen, watch, or feel, and not investigate according to the clues they left behind, but to find another way. Once the other party feels that no one is watching the drama they perform, they will become panic and then reveal their strength.

In the early stages of investigating such cases, Angela never acted very radical, such as saying "The murderer must be brought to justice."

Because she knew that these murderers were lurking in the dark, they wanted to hear such words, and saw the police being frustrated again and again, and then they were fooled by him.

Angela is very patient. She has many cruel serial murderers she has dealt with. She knows their habits well, so she believes that as long as she persists until the end, she will definitely win.

She was so tired because of another private matter. When the police car was parked at the door of the police station, Angela said to the detective before getting off the car: "Please don't drive the car away later. I'll go out alone to investigate tonight."

"Oh my God, detective, you are too dedicated, you should pay attention to rest... I parked my car in the parking space on the east side. If you want to drive, the key is here." The detective didn't think too much, so he handed the key to Angela.

After returning to the police station, Angela went to the bathroom first and washed her face with cold water. After she recovered some energy, she went to work again, arranged personnel to deal with the scene of the scene, collected physical evidence from the scene of the scene as much as possible, found witnesses, and completed unfinished inquiries...

After another day of busyness, until late at night, Angela, who left the police station, did not drive back to the apartment, but turned the car, drove away from the metropolis, and drove towards Gotham along the expressway.

In the hospital in Gotham City, Constantine was lying on the hospital bed. He leaned against the head of the bed and hugged his arms. He said to Clark in front of him: "Clark, I know you are a simple person, but you have to understand that there are people in this world who have different lifestyles than you, and you cannot force others to accept the same lifestyle as you..."

"But you are almost dead!" Clark said very seriously: "The doctor said you are a lung cancer patient and your lungs are almost rotten, but you still have to smoke more than 20 cigarettes a day, so you will die!"

"I won't die, have you forgotten? I'm a magician, and magic will save me." Constantine lit another cigarette without caring about it, but before the lighter's flame rose, Clark waved his hand and blew it out.

Constantine showed a helpless look. He took a deep breath and thought about how to get out of Clark's claws. He thought for a while, and while Clark turned around, he took out a small dagger and cut his arm.

When Clark turned around and came back, he saw Constantine's arm bleeding, and immediately ran to the door and shouted, "Doctor! Doctor! Someone is bleeding!"

When he turned back, only blood was left on the bed, and Constantine was gone.

Clark put his hands on his hips and breathed a sigh of anger. At this moment, he saw through the window in the corridor that there seemed to be a robbery outside. So he flew out of the window and arrived at the scene of the eucalyptus. He shouted: "Stop, stop hitting!"

At the same time, Constantine, who had run away with teleportation magic, returned to the door of the apartment where he lived. He shook his head and took out the key to open the door.

The moment he opened the door, a ghost full of gullies pounced towards him. Constantine folded her arms and blocked her in front of her, and was knocked back two steps.

He removed his arm and looked at the demon standing in front of him. He thought about it carefully. It seemed that this was a demon he had cheated about two weeks ago. After calculating the time, it was time to ask for the account.

Just as the demon was about to speak, Constantine stretched out a hand to stop him. Then, as soon as he snapped his fingers, the flames of the magic array rose up under the demon's feet. With a "swoosh", the demon was pulled under the floor.

Constantine sighed and walked forward, picked up the candle on the magic circle, and said, "This magic circle is quite useful. It can not only catch owls, but also hang demons. I will improve it before I can improve it, ahem..."

He first let the door open, picked up the burnt paper pieces on the ground, and threw them outside the door. Just as he was pulling the door handle and trying to close the door, suddenly, he felt resistance coming from his hand.

He pulled forward hard, but found that the opposite side was very powerful. He simply let go and let the figure on the other side staggered back two steps. Constantine took a step back and looked at the figure who grabbed his door. It was a woman wearing a uniform and looked heroic.

The woman was about to speak, Constantine immediately reached out to stop him, and then said: "...I was just a misunderstanding before, I am really sorry, I had no choice but to do it. Everything is my fault, and I am willing to compensate you."

The woman opposite was stunned and asked in confusion: "May I ask, is this the residence of Constantine, the Detective Hell?"

"Uh... are we meeting for the first time?" Constantine was a little surprised, but he immediately smiled enthusiastically, took a step to the side, pointed his hand in his room and said, "Please come in, beautiful lady."

"Are you Constantine?" The woman opposite narrowed her eyes and looked at Constantine with some confusion. Constantine now looked a little haggard.

Before, he had worked day and night for more than a month, and his blonde hair had grown into long hair. Before he could cut it, his chin and beard on his temples had not been trimmed cleanly. He looked like a homeless man than a detective.

"Yes, it's me, what's your name?" Constantine took out his business card from the pocket of the windbreaker and handed it to the woman. The woman hesitated for a moment and said, "Angela Dodgeson."

"Okay, Miss Dodgeson, what's the matter with me? Let's come in and talk." Constantine gave in and Angela walked into Constantine's apartment, and the scene here made her believe that there was indeed an exorcist opposite.

The apartment has a little British style, but there are still magic circles around the carpet, and various feather decorations hanging on the walls. The bookshelf and table are messy with spell casting materials. They look very weird, and what's even more weird is that the voodoo dolls piled in the corners like hills.

Seeing Angela's eyes falling on the pile of voodoo dolls, Constantine also looked back and said a little embarrassedly: "Ah, don't get me wrong, these are some... assembly line workers, and now they are laid off."

As he said that, he waved his hand and the magic covered it up. He turned his head and looked at Angela and said, "Where did you hear my name from? Why are you looking for me again?"

"I..." Angela took a deep breath, as if she was embarrassed by what she was going to say next. She said, "Someone introduced me to you, and he said, you can solve my troubles."

"What's the name of the person you introduced here?" Constantine asked.

"I don't know, but others call him dad..."

Constantine nodded, and then he went to pour Angela a glass of water, guided her to sit on the sofa, and sat opposite the sofa, asking, "So, what trouble are you in?"

Angela opened her mouth, and seemed to feel very awkward, but after hesitating for a long time, she still spoke:

"Just a month ago, my twin sister committed suicide."

"I am so sorry, but I'm sorry, I can't resurrect anyone." Constantine pursed her lips, tilted her head, picked up the water cup and drank it, and said, "If this is your request, I can't do anything."

"No!" Angela raised her tone and said, "My sister is a devout believer. She knows that suicide cannot go to heaven, so it is absolutely impossible for her to commit suicide!

"But..." Angela's voice became a little trembling: "I have cracked so many murders, but I have not found any clues in my sister's case. I don't know who killed her..."

Then, she took a few deep breaths, picked up the cup and drank a few sips of cold water, calmed down her emotions, looked at Constantine, and told her unknown secret:

"My twin sister and I can see some things that ordinary people cannot see, some... extremely terrible things."

"What do you mean by something terrible? Ghost?"

"No, I think that's just some hallucinations. But my sister told them out, so my family put her in a mental hospital, but she..."

Constantine slowly stood up and said, "You mean, you and your sister can see something. She said it, but you didn't. So your family treated him as a mental patient and was locked up in a mental hospital. Then, she committed suicide in the mental hospital."

"Because you think she is a devout believer. It is impossible for a person who follows the doctrine to commit suicide, because that will not lead to heaven. So, come to me and want to find out the cause of your sister's death."

Constantine's summary was very complete, and Angela didn't even know what to say. Her emotions fluctuated a little, so she didn't notice that Constantine had already gone around her.

Constantine leaned down on the back of the sofa, leaned down, and put her face close to Angela's ears until his long golden hair fell to Angela's sideburns.

The moment Angela wanted to dodge, Constantine stretched out her hand and grabbed Angela's neck from behind, and magic flames rose from her hands.

"The story is well written, say, who are you? Where are you from? Heaven or Hell? Which day did we make a deal?"

Angela struggled desperately. The female detective was worthy of being a battle. She stood up from the sofa, turned to the back of the sofa, and when she was dragged to the ground by Constantine, she pulled his ankle hard with her hand, causing Constantine to stagger, and then broke free from his clamp.

Constantine hit the door frame, but he immediately waved his hand and handed it to Angela before. Angela received it into the business card in her pocket. Angella reacted quickly and hid backwards, avoiding the ghost's attack.

But suddenly, she covered her mouth, and the irrepressible nausea and nausea came out. She let out a "vapor" and kept the black sticky stuff, which was the water he had drunk before, and Constantine handed her.

In the end, Angela lay on the ground. The last scene she saw was Constantine looking at her condescendingly and lighting her cigarette.
Chapter completed!