Whether Constantine has the ability to cast spells or not, there is actually not much difference. He usually can do without magic and prefers to use his brain to solve problems.
You can say that he is a scumbag and an irresponsible scumbag, but you have to admit that Hell Detective is a smart man.
It was said that Deathstroke and Mysterio put their hands on his shoulders to provide a sense of security, but Su Ming had already seen that he wanted to borrow a little bit of Liana's energy through physical contact.
He probably came up with this plan when he saw that the girl could cast spells and determined that the energy attribute was also dark.
Because Zha Kang is not familiar with Mysterio, and he doesn't know what kind of person she is. In his eyes, the girl is just a demon, so what's wrong with using the power of the demon to cast spells?
In fact, if he directly said that he wanted to borrow energy, Su Ming would certainly let the mysterious guest agree. But Zha Kang has this kind of character, and he will never tell the truth if he can lie to others.
But it doesn’t matter, you don’t need to worry about some trivial things, as long as the results are good.
Su Ming nodded towards the mysterious guest and indicated that it would be fine to do as he was told. Liana took a breath with her mouth flat and put her palms on Zha Kang's shoulders behind her.
There seemed to be a breeze blowing through the corridor, bringing a coolness with it, and the air seemed to become thicker.
Constantine shrank his neck and shivered, closed his eyes, as if something had seized him, he held the cross with both hands and began to dance.
He is also a talent, using African voodoo rituals to drive the sacred objects of the Cross. Is this a British-African stage play?
Anyway, Su Ming immediately thought of the two blossoming. If he hadn't been an unbeliever, he might have asked Zha Kang to apologize to all the people of the Vatican.
Zha Kang was jumping and twisting around, rolling his eyes and chanting spells. Sure enough, he was stealing the power of the mysterious guest to cast spells.
Liana glanced at the teacher secretly and raised her eyebrows to ask for advice. Su Ming just shook his head and motioned for Constantine to steal it, pretending not to notice.
Anyway, even if this lie is exposed, this shameless scumbag will only lie, saying that there is no way to solve the problem without energy, and the final result will not change.
The spell became faster and faster, and the sound became louder and louder. After more than ten seconds, it seemed that the entire corridor was echoing with the sound of loud chanting.
It's like the sound of a bell, or like the waves crashing on the rocks.
An indescribable sense of rhythm filled the originally unrhymed spell, and Constantine's eyes also glowed with a faint red light. But the scene that was supposed to be very oppressive, paired with his vulgar face,
It just makes people want to laugh.
Fortunately, the spell was effective. Although no one knew exactly what Zha Kang did, the corridor was gradually stretched open.
The wallpaper on the wall seemed to move with the space, as if there was a silk scarf stuck in a hole on the table. An invisible hand pulled the four corners of the scarf, pulled it out of the hole, and slowly laid it flat on the wall.
On the table.
A room marked 217 on the door appeared, as if it had grown out of the original wall. It even made a popping sound when it came out, like a leather skewer pulling out the toilet.
Constantine smiled crookedly, took out another cigarette and put it into his mouth to light it. After putting away the cross, he turned his palms and made a gesture of inviting in:
"It's done. Now send me back to Earth 0. If conditions permit, give me a few more bottles of wine. Etania's wine is really terrible. I haven't had a good day these days."
He smacked his lips and showed an expression like he had drunk horse urine.
"Don't worry, John." Su Ming grabbed his shoulder without letting go, and turned the doorknob with the other hand: "I don't know if there is anything I want to find inside the door, so just stay with me.
Play for a while, so you don’t have to catch me after I send you away."
"Tsk, has anyone ever said that making a deal with you is harder than dealing with the devil?" Zha Kang sighed. He deeply inhaled the nicotine mist, his nostrils expanded and narrowed, but he still nodded resignedly: "Okay,
Since you like to act together with me, it’s hard for me to refuse, but let go of your hand first. You were still holding on to me when you opened the door, so I felt like you were being used as a human shield."
Su Ming smiled slightly, opened the door decisively, and walked first.
When they were outside the door, it was quiet and they couldn't hear anything. However, after entering the suite, the three of them clearly heard a sound similar to that of chopping down a tree.
After passing through the small corridor behind the door, we first came to the master bedroom of the suite. This suite has a half-floor structure with a floor-in-floor structure. A huge king-size double bed is placed in the center of the room, facing a set of gorgeous lamps.
The bed was in a mess. There was a yellow bear stuffed suit thrown in the corner. The quilt and sheets were all messy and messy, as if someone had gotten up not long ago.
Su Ming put a finger on the lips of the mask to signal his teammates to stop talking. Amidst the "doo" sound like cutting down a tree, he walked to the bed, bent down, and reached out to touch under the quilt.
It was bitingly cold, like digging a hole in an Arctic glacier, and there was also a disgusting humidity.
The TV opposite the big bed was still on, but at this time there were only snowflakes on the screen, and the black and white spots were twisting unnaturally.
The sound of chopping trees came from deep in the suite. Ambassador-level suites often have a small bedroom and a cloakroom in another small corridor.
Constantine blew out a smoke ring, made a long face and stuck out his tongue like a hanged man, and silently pointed in that direction. He had already felt the presence of the spirit.
In fact, after hearing this sound, Deathstroke had already guessed what it was, but the classic scene still needs everyone to watch it together.
So he grabbed Constantine and Liana, and the three of them walked around the dirty big bed and walked towards the deep corridor.
As soon as I turned the corner, I saw a man covered in blue and white under the dim light. He had a layer of ice shell all over his body, and there were even small ice ridges hanging under his nose. At this time, he was stiffly hacking at the bathroom door with a fire ax.
Door.
The zombie-like face was still reflecting the light yellow light, like an ice sculpture ready for exhibition.
"Huh, it's not bad. He's not the least attractive one." Zha Kang commented with a cigarette in his mouth, not even paying attention to the moving corpse: "Slade, what do you think? I personally believe it.
There is a ghost in the story of The Shining.”
"Oh? Now that this thing is right in front of you, it's hard to say you don't have it, right?" Su Ming looked at Jack's zombie, watched him focus on the action of hacking the door, and continued to chat with Zha Kang.
"I used to think there was a ghost, because if this unlucky Jack was simply frozen to death in the hedge maze, then he should have 'undressed phenomenon'." Constantine said some things about the autopsy. After all, he
But a detective.
Many people who freeze to death will have various hallucinations before death. They feel that they are so hot, as if they are under the noon sun in an equatorial country, so they will start to take off their clothes in a daze, and
Hasten your own death.
Therefore, Constantine is more inclined to believe that this unlucky guy was killed by the evil spirits in the hotel, and today's visit proved his point of view.