Chapter 617: Morbid Crisis (VI)

Since the head of the corpse was relatively intact this time, it could be seen from the direction of the facial muscles that the victim had suffered great pain before his death.

Some young police officers nearby had already vomited, but Angela walked up expressionlessly and began to examine the corpse.

Her rich experience gave her enough understanding of the serial killer, and she could see details that many people, including Bruce and Lex, had not seen.

Since Angela had not seen the first two corpses, she had no way of judging whether the murder weapons used were the same, but through the video materials left behind, she could see that the chairs used by the other party to tie the corpses were different.

The chair used to tie the bank president was an employee chair used by the bank, and the chair used to tie the second female boss was the ergonomic chair used by the Palo Company. This time, the chair used to tie the victim was the same as the chair used by the employees of the Snow Mountain Company.

This was in line with Angela's understanding of the serial killer. They always had unique pursuits in this regard. She could even imagine that if the other party could not get this kind of chair, he might not kill this person.

After Angela checked the body from top to bottom, she stood up and began to recall in her mind.

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

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

The second victim was somewhat similar to the first one. It is very likely that his ears were cut off, and then the end of the signal receiver was inserted into the brain through the ear canal, and the brain was mixed into a paste.

As for the third victim, Angela could already see at this time that he should have died of suffocation. Just a few seconds before the explosion, he died of suffocation caused by a foreign body rat blocking the esophagus and compressing the respiratory tract.

Angela stood there, took a deep breath, and a long-lost anger surged up. She hadn't seen such an arrogant serial killer for a long time.

She immediately said to the intercom: "Surround all the surrounding buildings immediately. The other party may be in the crowd, looking here."

Obviously, she is much more professional than Bruce and Lex. Angela knows that the other party has carefully arranged this good show, and even accurately calculated the distance from the blood splash to the explosion time, so he must be nearby to observe the reaction of the detective.

But when the body exploded, the crowd of onlookers had already fled in all directions, and the mental shock of the police officers was also great. For a while, they couldn't stop the fleeing crowd. When Angela gave the order, the surrounding onlookers had already run away.

Angela took a deep breath and slowly put the pistol back to her waist. The heroic female police officer rarely showed a trace of fatigue. She turned around and walked back. After sitting in the police car, she was a little tired.

"Detective, you don't have to be too stressed. This murderer has committed so many murders, he will definitely show his hand." 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 serious cases, she knew that she must not rush to deal with this kind of serial killer, otherwise she would lose her composure.

The best way to deal with them is not to listen, not to see, not to feel, and not to 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 performed, they will panic and show their hand.

In the early stages of investigating such cases, Angela never behaved very radically, such as saying something like "the murderer must be brought to justice".

Because she knew that these murderers were lurking in the dark, they just wanted to hear such words, see the police frustrated again and again, and muster up courage again and again, and then be fooled by him again.

Angela was very patient. She had dealt with many brutal serial killers before. She knew their habits very well, so she believed that as long as she persisted to the end, she would definitely win.

She was so tired because of another personal matter. When the police car stopped 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 will go out alone to investigate at night."

"Oh, my God, detective, you are too dedicated. You should pay attention to rest... I parked the car in the parking space on the east side. If you want to drive, the key is here." The detective handed the key to Angela without thinking too much.

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 devoted herself to work again, arranging personnel to handle the crime scene, collect as much physical evidence as possible at the crime scene, find witnesses, and complete unfinished inquiries...

After another busy day, until late at night, Angela, who left the police station, did not drive back to the apartment, but turned the car around, drove away from Metropolis, and drove along the highway to Gotham.

In the hospital in Gotham City, Constantine was lying on the bed. He leaned against the head of the bed, hugged his arms, and 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 live differently from you. You can't force others to accept the same lifestyle as you..."

"But you are dying!" Clark said very seriously: "The doctor said you are a lung cancer patient. 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 am a magician, magic will save me." Constantine lit another cigarette without caring, but before the flame of the lighter rose, Clark waved his hand and blew it out.

Constantine showed a helpless expression. He took a deep breath and thought about how to get out of Clark's clutches. He thought about it, and when Clark turned around, he took out a small dagger and cut his arm.

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

When he looked back again, there were only bloodstains on the bed, and Constantine was gone.

Clark put his hands on his waist and let out a long breath with some anger. At this time, he saw through the window of the corridor that there seemed to be a robbery outside, so he flew out of the window directly. When he arrived at the scene of the crime, he shouted: "Stop it, stop fighting!"

At the same time, Constantine, who had used the teleportation magic to escape, returned to the door of his apartment. He shook his head and took out the key to open the door.

The moment he opened the door, a ghost with a face full of ravines rushed towards him. Constantine crossed his arms to block in front of him and was knocked back two steps.

He withdrew his arms and looked at the demon standing in front of him. He thought carefully and thought that this seemed to be a demon he had tricked about two weeks ago. Calculating the time, it was time for him to come to collect the account.

Just as the demon was about to speak, Constantine stretched out a hand to stop him, and then snapped his fingers. In an instant, the flame of the magic circle rose under the demon's feet, and the demon was dragged under the floor with a "whoosh".

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 later, cough cough..."

He first left the door open, picked up the burnt paper on the ground, and threw it outside the door. Just as he pulled the door handle to close the door, he suddenly felt resistance on his hand.

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

Just as the woman was about to speak, Constantine immediately stretched out his hand to stop him, and then said: "... It was just a misunderstanding before. I'm really sorry. I was also forced to do it. Everything is my fault. I am willing to compensate you."

The woman on the opposite side was stunned and asked with some doubts: "Excuse me, is this the residence of Hell Detective Constantine?"

"Uh... Is this the first time we meet?" Constantine was a little surprised, but he immediately showed a warm smile, stepped aside, pointed to his room and said: "Come in, beautiful lady."

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

Before that, he worked day and night for more than a month. His golden hair had grown long and he hadn't had time to cut it. His beard on his chin and temples was not trimmed cleanly. He looked more like a tramp than a detective.

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

"Okay, Miss Dodgson, what do you want to talk to me about? Let's come in and talk." Constantine gave in again, and Angela walked into Constantine's apartment. The scene here made her believe that there was indeed an exorcist across the street.

The apartment had a little British style, but there were still unerased magic circles around the carpet, various feather decorations hung on the walls, and the bookshelves and tables were cluttered with some spellcasting materials, which looked very weird. What was even weirder was the voodoo dolls piled up like a hill in the corner.

Seeing Angela's eyes fall on the pile of voodoo dolls, Constantine also turned back to look at that place, and said awkwardly: "Ah, don't get me wrong, these are some... assembly line workers, and now they have been laid off."

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

"I..." Angela took a deep breath, and seemed to be embarrassed about what she was going to say next. She said, "Someone introduced me to you. He said that you can solve my problems."

"What is the name of the person who introduced you here?" Constantine asked.

"I don't know, but everyone calls him Daddy..."

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

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

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

"My condolences, but I'm sorry, I can't revive anyone." Constantine pursed his lips, tilted his head, picked up the water cup and drank a sip of water, and said, "If this is what you want, I can't do anything."

"No!" Angela She raised her voice and said, "My sister is a devout believer. She knows that suicide will not lead to heaven, so she definitely could not have committed suicide!

"But..." Angela's voice became a little trembling: "I have solved so many murders, but I couldn't find 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. After calming down her emotions, she looked at Constantine and told her unknown secret:

"My twin sister and I have been able to see things that ordinary people cannot see since we were born, some... extremely scary things."

"What do you mean by scary things? Ghosts?"

"No, I think they are just hallucinations. But my sister told the hallucinations, so my family put her in a mental hospital, but she..."

Constantine stood up slowly and said, "You mean, you and your sister can see some things, she told them, but you didn't, so your family regarded him as a mental patient and put him in a mental hospital, and then she committed suicide in the mental hospital. "

"Because you think she is a devout believer. People who follow the doctrine cannot commit suicide, because they cannot go to heaven. So, you came to me to find out the cause of your sister's death."

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

Constantine held the back of the sofa, leaned down, lowered his head, and put his face close to Angela's ears until his long golden hair fell next to Angela's temples.

At the moment Angela wanted to dodge, Constantine reached out and pinched Angela's neck from behind, with magic flames rising from his hands.

"The story is well made, tell me, who are you? Where are you from? Heaven or hell? When did we make the deal? "

Angela struggled desperately. This female detective was worthy of her experience. She stood up from the sofa and turned behind the sofa. When Constantine dragged her to the ground, she pulled her ankle hard with her hand, causing Constantine to stagger and then break free from his grip.

Constantine hit the door frame, but he immediately waved his hand. A ghost emerged from the business card that he had handed to Angela and put in her pocket. Angela quickly dodged backwards and avoided the ghost's attack.

But suddenly, she covered her mouth, and the uncontrollable nausea and nausea came up. She vomited a black sticky substance, which was the water that Constantine had given her before.

In the end, Angela still lay on the ground. The last scene she saw was Constantine looking down at her and lighting a cigarette with his head down.

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