The power of the angel was concentrated on his fingertips, and Russell gently tapped the girl's forehead. A ray of light amplified infinitely and quickly spread to at least the girl's limbs.
The evil spirit entrenched in the girl's body is just a little ghost from hell. How can it withstand the purest angelic power in Russell's body? It twitches its body crazily, makes a sharp scream, and breaks away from the girl's body.
The evil spirit left the body, and the girl's violently trembling body suddenly stopped. Her whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, soaked with sweat. Her head tilted and there was no movement again.
The evil spirit ignored gravity and floated in the air. It found that even though it left the girl's body, it was still being purified by the angel's power. With a twitch in its head, it screamed and rushed towards Russell.
The piercing scream was like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, and it sent chills all over your body.
Russell took a breath, slapped the evil spirit on the floor with his backhand, and then raised his foot to trample it into broken black mist.
At this point, the exorcism is over!
Outside the door, the couple watching the exorcism saw Russell nodding and rushed into the house, holding their daughter in his arms.
The girl was no longer tormented by evil spirits and was purified by the power of angels. Her dark complexion became rosy, and she gradually woke up to the calls of her parents.
"Dad...Mom...I'm so hungry..."
"..."
The family hugged each other and cried. The mother quickly went to prepare food. The father laid the girl flat on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and began to hold Russell's hand and thank her repeatedly.
Thank you very much, I still have to pay the $500 labor fee.
Russell used his labor in exchange for remuneration. When he took the money, he was unambiguous. Before leaving, he said: "Drink more boiled water if you have nothing to do. If you lie down for two days, you will be fine."
Outside the door, the young man came over with a look of admiration on his face: "Russell, it turns out you are so powerful. That backhand slap just now was so cool. Can you teach me a lesson?"
"you sure?"
"..."
The little brother was not sure, so Russell walked around him and walked out the door, sorted out the previous clues, and decided to go to Gotham City first.
"It's really surprising. Are you angels so down-to-earth that you're even trying to steal the exorcist's business?"
The voice was a bit mocking, and Russell turned his head and looked over. He was wearing a khaki windbreaker and a cigarette. He had a very familiar face. He had seen it in "The Matrix", "Speed of Life", and "400 Years of Shock".
There is no need to describe the specific appearance. Russell rarely cares about these. After all, it is just a piece of skin. Regardless of whether it is ugly or beautiful, it will be just a handful of loess after a hundred years.
People, one stroke and one stroke, are simple.
Walking and sitting upright, the most important thing is the soul!
"Who are you?"
Russell frowned slightly. The familiar face and the plot he was in made him think of something and wanted to confirm it.
"I'm John, and I'm here to exorcise demons just like you."
"full name!"
"John Constantine! How about making a friend?"
"roll!"
After Russell finished speaking, he turned around and left.
When Constantine made a request to be friends, Russell sensed a sense of malice, a premonition that someone was digging a hole.
It is true that Constantine has the handsome face in the movie, and considering the plot, he should be a guy with good character.
But his intuition told Russell that the other person was full of the evil spirit of drinking, prostitution and gambling, and his soul was full of all kinds of deceit and deceit. This kind of person was not suitable for being friends.
To put it simply, even though Constantine has the honest and paralyzed face in the movie, he is actually the soul of a comic book. He is the greatest super liar in the DC universe and has to be guarded against.
Russell walked out of the Tongzi Tower quickly, stopped a passing taxi, and left without looking back.
It's not that he doesn't want to see Constantine, but it's actually that he has a notorious reputation, is addicted to cigarettes, talks about everything he wants, and has a gambler's mentality with no bottom line...
Can't afford to offend, can't afford to offend!
There is a saying that goes well, Constantine may be average in strength, but he is a scumbag!
At the end of the corridor, Constantine stood in front of the window. He didn't turn around until he couldn't see the shadow of the taxi and found the talkative guy.
"Who was that person just now and where did he come from?"
"What?"
The younger brother shook his head and said he didn't know anything. The exorcist was introduced by his second cousin's neighbor, his junior high school classmate, his online friend, his cousin's aunt's pen pal, his best friend's boyfriend, and he had to keep his mouth shut.
"Hehehe, I understand."
Constantine smiled, opened his wallet, took out a beautiful knife and handed it over. The younger brother shook his head and said that he was not a person who bent down for money.
Constantine smiled even more. He understood. He understood everything. It would be a pity if his teammates didn't sell, but he couldn't sell cheaply.
With two beautiful knives standing upright in front of him, the boy's expression began to hesitate. He glanced at Constantine's wallet and still shook his head firmly.
Finally, when all the knives in the wallet were spread out in front of him, the little brother said quickly: "His name is Russell. He comes from Gotham. He is a private detective who can do anything for money. He has a wide range of business. The address of the detective agency is
At ******, the phone number is *****, that’s all I know.”
"Private detective? It turns out he is a colleague."
After getting the answer he wanted, Constantine nodded with satisfaction, stuffed the knife back into his wallet, and walked away, leaving behind a confused little brother.
…
Gotham City Airport!
The city where Russell met Constantine was Los Angeles, the westernmost point of the United States, while Gotham City was on the east coast. Due to the time difference, the 6-hour flight time added 3 hours to make it 9 hours.
The air tickets are not worth much, but if you come and go, you can still earn the $500 spent on exorcism.
What makes Russell very confused is what this body originally thought. It took 12 hours to travel back and forth for 500 US dollars. Is there no business left in Gotham?
It wasn't until he took out the business card in his pocket that he roughly understood the reason.
The business card with white text on a black background looks very formal, but the color is also formal. On the front is the name, address and phone number of Russell and the detective agency.
On the reverse side, there are a lot of contracting services written in small letters, such as exorcism and ghost removal, insurance consulting, legal consultant, fortune telling, massage and bone setting, housekeeping service...
There is also mysterious Eastern Qigong, which is used by the royal family and specializes in treating infertility and other difficult and complicated diseases.
It can be said that the only thing left before the decathlon is delivering express delivery and doing homework for the children.
"This guy is just a liar..." Seeing this business card, Russell couldn't understand. It turned out that he couldn't survive in Gotham, so he went to Los Angeles to take on business.
Moreover, it is very likely that if I go to Los Angeles this time, I have no intention of returning to Gotham City!
For a moment, Russell felt a little melancholy. In Gotham City, a city with outstanding people and simple folk customs, as long as you have hands and feet, you can make a living.
He can't even survive in Gotham City, and the identity assigned to him by the system may have taken his rottenness to a new level.
Russell's guess was correct. The identity arranged by the system this time was really bad. When he came to his detective agency, he was even more convinced of this.
Unattractive appearance?
The facade is dilapidated?
No, this is simply an unfinished building in the suburbs!
From the outside, the detective agency is on the second floor of an unfinished building. On the gray windows, the name of the agency is taped with black tape.
Inside, after passing through a staircase full of dusty footprints without even a handle, passing by a wall covered in paint that says "pay debts," you will reach the main entrance of the detective agency.
It's not a glass door, it's not a security door, it's not even a wooden door. His office has no door at all.
In other words, there used to be one, but someone took it away!
The house is surrounded by bare walls, and the entire house can be seen at a glance. Even the posters on the walls have been torn off, leaving only four tape traces to prove that it once existed.
Russell walked around the office twice. Not only did he have a broad view of the office area, he could even see his bedroom at a glance.
(￣⊿￣)
"It's so miserable, there's not even a toilet you can sit on... By the way, Bateman doesn't care about this?"
Just when Russell was filled with emotion, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps on the stairs outside the house, and seven or eight big men in black or white broke the door... ahem, and walked in directly.
"Luo, I'm so happy to see you. I thought you had run away." The white man in the lead was formally dressed and had a briefcase in his hand, like a clerk in an office.
Russell raised his eyebrows: "Collecting debt or risking one's life?"
The white man was slightly startled. He thought Russell's first words were 'just a few more days'. After he recovered, he said with a smile: "I'm a businessman, why do I want your life?"
"Of course, if you really have no money, according to the agreement we signed, several of your organs will belong to me."
Russell nodded: "Does it support credit cards?"
"?"
Two minutes later, the POS machine showed that 100,000 U.S. dollars had been credited to the account, and the white man looked confused. He glanced at the credit card Russell took back behind him without any trace, and smiled: "Luo, I never thought that a piece of shit like you could turn over, come to think of it.
Listen, where did you make your fortune?"
"Los Angeles! The Golden City in the Golden State, where gold is everywhere, no joke at all."
The white man curled his lips in disdain, waved his hand, and asked the younger brothers to surround Russell: "Luo, the debt has been paid off, now it's time to calculate the interest."
Russell nodded and said sincerely: "That's true. I wonder if the lives of the eight of you are enough to pay the interest?"
"Hahaha...ha...uh, don't be impulsive, say what you have to say!"
The white man laughed wildly, almost bursting into tears, when a sand hawk was pressed against his head, while his younger brothers stood there unaware, as if someone had cast a restraining spell on them.
"No problem, just talk about it nicely."
As Russell spoke, he narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the white man. His telepathy instantly invaded and controlled his thinking: "Find a decoration team to come over. I want to see this place look brand new within three days. If you can't do it, just start from the top floor."
Jump down."
"..."
The white man nodded vaguely, then came to his senses after a while, nodded to Russell and bowed before leaving. As he walked, he called the decoration company.
"I just forgot. I should leave with them. At least I can get a ride."
Just as Russell finished complaining, another group of people walked in quickly: "Luo, I'm so happy to see you. I thought you would never come back after running away."