Chapter six hundred and eighteenth morbid crisis (seven)
Ten minutes later, Angela woke up and found herself in the bathtub. She raised her upper body vigilantly, and then she found the blond man sitting next to him.
Constantine sat on the edge of the bathtub with a constipated expression, turned to Angela and said: "Sorry, there may be some misunderstanding here. I thought you were some guy who had dealt with me before, but the debt collection methods were not very civilized.
.”
"What the hell?!" As soon as Angela finished saying this, she coughed twice, and her entire stomach was still twitching from the violent vomiting just now.
Constantine pursed his lips, made a helpless expression, and said: "I just called Father Midnight to confirm. It was indeed him who introduced you. I'm really sorry for the creditor who came to your door recently.
It’s a bit much, I’m more vigilant, so that can’t be said to be wrong, right?”
Angela used all her strength to sit up from the bathtub, leaned against the wall, raised her head and pressed the back of her head against the wall, squinted her eyes hard, took a deep breath, and tried her best to relax her body.
Feeling uncomfortable, he looked at Constantine and said: "You madman, they say you are a detective, but in my opinion, you are a complete liar!"
As she said that, she tried to stand up from the bathtub. As she stood up, she said: "I shouldn't have any illusions about you guys, how can such things be true? Get out of the way!
I want to go back!"
"Wait a minute!" Constantine stretched out his hand to stop him, and said, "Don't you want to know the truth about your sister's death?"
Constantine stood up and stretched out his hand to stop Angela's movement, but now, Angela's body was drenched with water, and her wet clothes clung to her body, outlining her graceful figure. As soon as Constantine stretched out his hand,
Touching her waist, Constantine withdrew his hand as if he was electrocuted.
It's not that this lewd devil has a conscience, it's mainly that he saw the very obvious police badge on Angela's chest. If the devil makes trouble for him, he still has some options, but if he is really caught by this female police officer, he wants to run away.
It takes a lot of effort to get out.
Angela glared at him, and then said, "I said, get out of the way! Don't expect me to listen to any words from a bastard like you!"
Just when Constantine and Angela were in a stalemate, a loud "Winter" sound suddenly came from outside the bathroom door. When Constantine turned around, his hand instantly lit up with magic light. He stretched out his hand to Angela.
Said: "Shh, don't make a sound, wait for me here."
As he spoke, he walked slowly towards the bathroom door. When he disappeared outside the bathroom door, Angela narrowed her eyes. She stepped out of the bathtub, came to the door, and walked out through the open gap.
Look, and then she saw a terrifying black monster standing at the door of Constantine's apartment.
"Uh..." Angela made a frightened low sound, but in an instant, she covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any more noises. At this time, he saw Constantine's face as he walked out.
A rich black energy suddenly appeared on his body.
Constantine said in a deep voice: "Devil from the depths of hell? Why do you appear here? I don't remember that I made a deal with you... You have crossed the line."
The demon roared and said in a sharp voice: "Constantine, you have offended too many demons by not paying back your debts, and you will pay the price!"
Constantine snorted coldly and said: "Maybe I will pay the price, but the person who will judge me will never be you, not even your master, get out!"
The demon roared, and countless insects composed of energy turned into a storm, wrapping up his body, and then surrounding Constantine.
Constantine stretched out a hand, and the black energy turned into flames and flew towards the insects. The insects were instantly ignited to ashes, and the flames also spread to the demon.
The demon kept screaming, and Constantine stretched his arms forward again, energy spurted out, and the demon screamed and shouted: "Impossible!
Where did you get such abundant energy?! You sold your soul!"
Watching the demon slowly being annihilated in the flames, Constantine smiled and said, "...You just know?"
He stood there, shook his arm, and turned back. He saw Angela standing at the door of the bathroom with a shocked look on her face. Constantine turned back and said: "Oh! Well... I was the one who delivered the letter just now. I have sent her
Send her away and continue talking about your sister's problem."
"But I clearly saw..."
"Uh, yes, I am used to praying when I receive letters. There will be some strange movements, so don't worry about it..." Constantine explained perfunctorily.
Because he knew that without spiritual vision, it would be impossible for ordinary humans to see the devil. It is estimated that what Angela saw just now was him gesticulating in the air for a long time.
As a natural psychic who has been able to see these special existences since birth, Constantine has long been accustomed to the shocked looks of all kinds of people. When he was a child, he might have explained that he was not a madman, but now
His attitude was, I am a lunatic, what can you do to me?
The reason why he stayed in Gotham for so long is because no one in Gotham regards him as a lunatic, because there are people here who are much crazier than him. What's the point of shouting in the air and arguing? As long as they don't commit mass murder.
, kidnappings and bombings are considered good citizens.
Constantine turned around and walked towards the sofa, and when he saw Angela still staying there, he turned around and asked: "What's wrong?...Well, it was my fault for what happened before. I apologize to you, I was a little nervous.
Otherwise, just think of me as a mental patient."
"I saw it! That demon! That was... that was the demon, right? Black... and there were a lot of bugs around, and then you made another kind of flame and burned it to death..."
Angela stammered after finishing this paragraph, then covered her eyes, rubbed him hard, and said: "No, that's not right! I shouldn't be able to see this kind of thing since I was 12 years old.
Why again..."
But Constantine's eyes widened. He walked forward quickly, grabbed Angela's wrists, took her hands away, then looked directly into her eyes and said, "Can you see those things? You
A psychic?!"
"Hey! You damn bitch! Are you kidding me?!" Constantine shook off Angela's wrist and said, "Where are you new? Don't you know the rules of this industry? Exorcism
People cannot meet each other, and even if they want to visit, they must notify us in advance!"
"No, I'm not, I'm not an exorcist...otherwise there would be no need for me to come to you." Angela took a deep breath, calmed down her somewhat frightened mood, and said, "Still.
Remember what I told you? My sister and I have been seeing that kind of thing since we were kids."
"I thought the things you were referring to were just ordinary ghosts and ghosts. Children's spiritual sense is relatively high, so it's not unusual to see things like that."
"But you never told me that you can still see the devil until now!" Constantine raised his voice. Obviously, he found that Angela did not understand the seriousness of this matter, so he put his hands on his hips and shook his head helplessly.
He shook his head and explained:
"All people who can see demons are those chosen by demons. That is to say, only if your soul is predestined by demons will they allow you to see them. This has nothing to do with spiritual awareness or anything like that. It's the same thing.
A curse, a terrible curse."
"But I never believe this!" Angela quickly walked to the sofa, waved her arms, and said with some collapse: "My sister and I can both see that kind of hallucination, and she told all this
Family, but my parents thought she was mentally ill and sent her to a lunatic asylum."
"I used to be afraid of these things, but later, I began to refuse to believe that they were real. I thought it was all an illusion..." Angela took a deep breath, covered her forehead and sat down, and then said:
"Until I was 12 years old, I couldn't see them at all."
Constantine stood there and said a little coldly: "Why do you think you suddenly lost sight?"
"Because I never believe that they are real. As long as I don't believe it, they will not hurt me!" Angela said with an emphasis.
"No." Constantine denied. He walked to sit opposite Angela, looked into Angela's eyes and said, "Because they chose your sister."
Angela stared straight into Constantine's eyes. There seemed to be a kind of magic in this man's eyes, making people trapped in them and unable to extricate themselves.
Suddenly, he saw a kind of sadness in Constantine's eyes. This emotion should not have appeared in his eyes. He heard Constantine say:
"Whether they are twin sisters or twin brothers, the souls of all twins are replaceable. Only one is enough for the devil."
"They will put a curse on you two so that you can see them, and then you can't see them, not because you don't believe them, but because..." Constantine paused and continued:
"Between you and your sister, the devil chose your sister and gave up on you."
"Impossible!" Angela shouted at him: "You don't understand, we are the same, we..."
"Nothing is impossible." Constantine lowered his head, reached for the water glass in front of him, and drank it all in one gulp, as if there were more words left unsaid.
But Angela's mood broke down a bit. She said loudly: "You damn liars! What devils and devils are all illusions. I never believe it..."
"You must be an accomplice of the murderer! You guys worked together to kill my sister and blamed the devil. This is a scam. I will bring you to justice..."
Constantine sighed and looked at Angela, who was standing in front of him with disheveled hair. He had seen many such people. There were people in this world who did not believe in the existence of supernatural events at all. Obviously, Angela was one of them.
"If you don't believe it, then leave." Constantine also looked a little tired. He turned his head, took another sip of water, stood up, and planned to walk to his bedroom.
Suddenly, he heard a movement behind him and the sound of a bullet being loaded. When he turned around, Angela took out a pistol, pointing the black muzzle at Constantine.
It can be seen from the eyes under her hair that this female police officer has reached the edge of losing her mind. All kinds of pressure are oppressing her and she has completely collapsed.
Constantine's eyes also became colder, as if he didn't want to talk nonsense with Angela anymore. He waved his hand and the gun flew away. Then he walked into the bedroom without looking back and closed the door with a bang.
The door.
As soon as he walked to his bed, untied his tie and took off his coat, he heard a whimper coming from outside the door. Constantine stood in the center of the room and lit a cigarette.
He took a puff of cigarette, raised his head, and slowly exhaled the smoke.
Angela, who was crying on the back of the sofa, heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, but she had no time to look at it, until a shadow covered her head, and the slightly choking smell of cigarettes drifted over. She looked up,
Saw Constantine's face.
Constantine lowered his head to smoke and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "How old is your sister?"
"...As old as me, 27 years old this year."
Constantine closed his eyes and said, "Sure enough."
He took a deep breath and said, "I told you that you suddenly can't see that kind of thing. It's not an accident. This is also related to the death of your sister. She should have been taken away by the devil."
"How do you know?" Angela still wanted to make a final struggle.