"Okay, the greatest detective in history, Constantine, has already investigated the results you want." Constantine stood in the middle of the reception room of the Schiller Manor with a cigarette in his mouth.
Schiller was leaning on the sofa reading the newspaper. He put the newspaper down a little, exposed his eyes, looked at Constantine, and asked him: "What did you find out?"
"He's the murderer of those two murders. Didn't you ask me to investigate this?"
"Then what results did you find?"
"The man who beheaded Hawke was named Evans Falcone. The name of the man who sawed Richie open is unknown, but he was wearing a black and yellow armor..."
Schiller closed the newspaper in his hand, then folded it and put it aside. He pointed to the sofa opposite. Konstantin came over and sat down. Schiller said to him: "I guess you should have gone."
Would you like to take a trip to hell, find the souls of these two unfortunate victims, and then ask them about their own lives?"
"This is the Hell Detective." Constantine spread his hands and said, "I told you, the point is hell."
"I can go directly to hell to ask questions to the souls of the deceased. There is no case in this world that I can't investigate."
"...Have you ever gone to school?" Schiller suddenly asked him.
"Of course I have. I also went to university in London for a while."
"Then when you take the exam, if you only write a score, will you get points?"
"Uh..." Constantine touched the stubble on his chin and said, "Okay, I can work backwards from the results."
"Although I have never met the man named Evans, Falcone is the surname of the godfather, so Evans should be his son."
"The godfather's son killed the godfather's men..." Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke, narrowed his eyes, and said with emotion: "Maybe it's because the former king is old, and the young lion is showing his fangs.
…”
"If the prince wants to seize the throne, he must first cut off the wings of the old royal party. As far as I know, the Twelve Families are the core force of the Godfather's rule in Gotham. If the Godfather's successor wants to take the throne, he must first dismantle these few families."
A pillar."
"When he went to visit Hawke, Hawke would not have any suspicion, because he was the godfather's son after all. Just like that, the man named Evans invited Hawke into the reception room and chopped off his head.
.”
"And then Richie's death also makes sense. The man in black and yellow armor that Richie saw should be a killer or a mercenary, because only people in this profession would dress like this."
"It was Evans who hired this killer to kill Rich just to further weaken the Godfather."
"After I started with Lawrence, the godfather's heir cleverly seized this opportunity. As long as he uses the same method to create murders after me, he can blame everything on the serial murderer.
…”
"Just like that, this is all a conspiracy by Falcone Jr. He wants to usurp the position of Godfather, so he uses serial murders as an excuse to eliminate dissidents..."
"...How's this reasoning?" Constantine looked at Schiller.
"Basically all wrong."
Constantine raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not completely wrong, right? Even if there may be flaws in the process, the result is at least right, right?"
Schiller shook his head and said: "I have to admit that even if your method is suspected of cheating, it works well in most cases. It is extremely accurate to identify the murderer by the dead victim.
.”
"But this is Gotham, Constantine..." Schiller looked at Constantine and said, "You have been here for several days, haven't you realized that everything here is ridiculous?"
"The situation you mentioned may occur in other cities and other forces, but in Gotham, it is a chaotic place where anything unreasonable can happen."
"So what went wrong?"
Constantine frowned, put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and said: "The name Evans Falcone is absolutely correct. Hawke told me personally that he is the murderer. I can
Make sure he's not lying."
"No, even this name is wrong, because the person who killed Hawke was not named Evans Falcone, but was named Alberto Falcone, and Alberto was Evans' brother."
"Physically speaking, he does have only one son. Have you ever heard of dual personality?"
"Oh... this is a bit of a lie." Constantine waved his hand and said: "Except for the psychiatrist, who can know that he has a second personality? Even the victim doesn't know. This cannot be done through reasoning.
of."
"Although it is a bit difficult, it is not completely impossible. If you investigate carefully, you will know that most people's evaluation of Evans is 'indecisive'. He is unlikely to have the courage to kill himself just because he wants to be in power."
Father’s subordinate.”
"At least you can know that the relationship between the godfather and his son is not bad, and the conflict between the two of them is not so intense that they are starting to compete for the throne now..."
"Okay, this is because I didn't investigate carefully, so if Evans is replaced by Falberto, there will be no problem with the motives and methods, right?" Constantine's voice was a little hoarse.
"Although the relationship between Alberto and the Godfather is indeed not good, and maybe he really wants to replace the Godfather, there is no reason for him to hire a killer to kill Richie. As you said, if he can kill Hawke, then that's
You can use the same technique to kill Richie, there is no need to use fake hands on others."
"Well, it seems that I am really not a detective..." Constantine spread his hands and said, "This is the end of Hell Detective's first detective career..."
He took a long drag on the cigarette, and the thick smoke billowed out from between his mouth and nose, covering half of his face like a mask, making it difficult to see clearly his clenched teeth and twitching corners of his mouth.
"Constantine, you are wandering between heaven and hell, dealing with cunning demons. Even the most terrifying demon king in hell can't do anything to you."
"Even if the focus of Hell Detective is not detective, you shouldn't ignore so many details and come up with such a sloppy process and result, unless..."
Schiller stood up and walked to the bookshelf behind the desk. Constantine smoked one cigarette after another, and the hand holding the cigarette began to tremble violently.
Finally, he couldn't hold himself any longer and leaned on the sofa as if he had lost all strength.
His face was pale, blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth, and the severe pain made his whole body begin to twitch.
With his vision blurred, he saw Schiller standing opposite him, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other, pointing the mouth of the bottle at the wine glass and pouring wine into it.
When the wine was poured into Constantine's mouth, he sat up as if awakened, and then looked around in a daze. Finally, he looked up and saw Schiller's head turning into a slowly rotating globe.
Constantine exhaled. Even in his dream, his fingertips were trembling a little. He lit another cigarette and put it in his mouth, which made him feel better.
"Even a second before death, people can dream. In other words, this is a good time to dream. The revolving door of life is the best dream."
"...Really?" Constantine slowly turned his head and looked out the window, he said: "...I have never had a sweet dream."
"But I know..." Accompanying the words was Constantine's long sigh: "...it's not the fault of the God of Dreams."
As the smoke filled the air, Constantine began his story.
"Before I was born, I had a brother. We were twins. We shared the space in our mother's belly and the nutrients she gave us."
"One day, in my mother's belly, I strangled him with the umbilical cord. Before I was born, I killed my brother and then took away all the space and nutrients."
"And this also caused my mother to haemorrhage heavily during childbirth and die in childbirth. I killed my mother when I was just born."
"My mother died because of me, so my father hated me very much. When he committed a crime and went to prison, I was fostered with other relatives."
"It was during this period of my life that I started to come into contact with magic. After my father was released from prison, in order to retaliate for his indifference, I cursed him with the magic I had just learned. He did not die, but became very weak and painful.
"
"Then I started playing around the world as a band member, causing more trouble and killing more people, and in an accident that landed me in a mental hospital, I woke up to myself.
The realization of destiny, and then seeing all this..."
"More importantly, I saw a shadow that has always been with me. That was my brother, who was killed by me when he was not yet born. My brother, he did not die, but became a
A curse that will haunt me forever..."
"We are twins. I have unparalleled magical talent, and so does he. The curse he created has been surrounding me, hiding under the bed every night, taking away my dreams, and I know that what he wants
More than these."
"He just wanted to torture me, make me suffer and collapse, and then kill me."
"This curse is eroding my body bit by bit, from dreams to soul to body, causing me severe pain for several years. I have tried all the exorcism rituals, but none of them work."
"Why?"
"When I killed him, he was not yet born. After his soul became a curse, he was born with me. We are one person, so any exorcism ritual will not be useful..."
"But I have to solve this problem, because he is about to kill me..." Constantine coughed twice. He relaxed his body and leaned on the back of the sofa, seeming to enjoy it. He said: "Enter your
The moment I entered the dream space, I was stunned. I haven't felt so relaxed in many years."
Constantine's smoking rhythm finally slowed down, and the smoke became thinner. Schiller asked: "So it's because of your brother that you want to find the Dream God?"
"Yes, because I found that he seems to be able to interfere with my dreams and bring me all kinds of nightmares. I think this may be related to the Dream God, and maybe Morpheus can have a solution."
"But before I came here, I didn't have high hopes, because in the last meeting with the Dream God, he told me that he couldn't give me sweet dreams. I don't know why, but maybe he was expressing his rejection."
"So, I have prepared another plan."
"what is that?"
"Laurena Sanchez, a ghost mother who specializes in dealing with children." Constantine narrowed his eyes and said: "The curse wrapped around me is the image of a fetus, and everything is related to fetuses, infants, and children.
Everything is under the control of the ghost mother."
"Laurena has been in Gotham for a long time, but not because she likes to stay here, but because her grandmother once made a contract with a mysterious force here..."
"And that mysterious force is called...Owl Priest."
