Chapter 618: Morbid Crisis (VII)

Ten minutes later, Angela woke up and found herself in the bathtub. She raised her upper body alertly and found the blond man sitting next to her.

Constantine sat on the edge of the bathtub with a constipated expression on his face. He turned to Angela and said, "Sorry, there may be some misunderstandings here. I thought you were some guy who had traded with me before, but whose debt collection methods were not civilized."

"What the hell?!" Angela coughed twice as soon as she finished this sentence. The violent vomiting just now made her whole stomach twitch.

Constantine pursed his lips, made a helpless expression, and said: "I have just called Midnight Dad to confirm that he really introduced you. I am really sorry. There have been a lot of creditors coming to my door recently. I am more vigilant. This 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, took a deep breath, tried to relieve her physical discomfort, and then looked at Constantine and said: "You crazy man, they say you are a detective, but in my opinion, you are a complete liar! "

As she said this, she tried to stand up from the bathtub. As she stood up, she said, "I shouldn't have any illusions about you charlatans. How could that kind of thing be true? Get out of the way! I want to go back!"

"Wait a minute!" Constantine stretched out his hand to stop her. He 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 movements, but now, Angela's body was drenched in water, and her wet clothes were tightly attached to her body, outlining her graceful figure. Constantine stretched out his hand and touched her waist. Constantine took his hand back as if he was electrocuted.

It's not that this evil ghost in lust has a change of heart, but mainly because he saw the very obvious police badge on Angela's chest. He still has some ways to deal with the devil's trouble, but if he is really caught by this female police officer, it will take a lot of effort to run away.

Angela glared at him and said, "I said, get out of the way! Don't expect me to listen to anything you say!"

Just when Constantine and Angela were in a stalemate, there was a loud "bang" outside the bathroom door. Constantine turned around and a magical light instantly lit up on his hand. He stretched out his hand and said to Angela, "Shh, don't make a sound, wait for me here."

As he said that, he slowly walked towards the bathroom door. When his figure disappeared outside the bathroom door, Angela narrowed her eyes, stepped out of the bathtub, came to the door, and looked out through the gap. Then, she saw a terrifying black monster standing at the door of Constantine's apartment.

"Uh..." Angela made a low sound of fear, but in an instant, she covered her mouth and didn't let herself make more sounds. At this time, he saw that Constantine, who walked out, suddenly had a strong black energy.

Constantine said in a deep voice: "Demon from the depths of hell? How did you appear here? I don't remember making a deal with you... You crossed the line."

The demon roared and said in a sharp voice: "Constantine, you owe money and have angered too many demons. You will pay the price!"

Constantine snorted coldly and said: "Maybe I will pay the price, but the person who judges me will never be you, even your master, get out!"

The demon roared, and countless insects made of energy turned into a storm, wrapped around his body, and then surrounded Constantine again.

Constantine stretched out a hand, and the black energy turned into flames and flew towards the insects. Those insects were instantly ignited into ashes, and the flames also spread to the demon.

The demon kept screaming, and Constantine stretched his arm forward again, and energy gushed out. The demon screamed and shouted: "Impossible!! Where do you get so much energy?! You sold your soul!"

Watching the demon slowly annihilate in the flames, Constantine smiled and said: "...You just found out?"

He stood there, shook his arm, turned back, and saw Angela standing at the door of the bathroom with a shocked face. Constantine turned back and said: "Oh! Um...just now it was a messenger, I have sent him away, let's continue talking about your sister's problem."

"But I clearly saw..."

"Uh, yes, I am used to praying when I receive letters, and there will be some strange movements, don't worry about it..." Constantine explained perfunctorily.

Because he knew that if there was no spiritual vision, ordinary humans would not be able to see the demon. It is estimated that what Angela saw just now was him gesturing to the air for a long time.

As a natural psychic who has been able to see these special beings since birth, Constantine has long been accustomed to the shocked looks of all kinds of people. When he was young, he might have explained that he was not crazy, but now his attitude is, I am a madman, what can you do to me?

He stayed in Gotham for so long because no one in Gotham thought he was crazy, because there were people who were crazier than him. What was the point of yelling and gesturing at the air? As long as there were no massacres, kidnappings, or bombings, they were all good citizens.

Constantine turned and walked towards the sofa. Seeing Angela still standing there, he turned back and asked, "What's wrong?...Okay, I was wrong about what happened before. I apologize to you. I'm a little nervous. Otherwise, you can treat me as a mental patient."

"I saw it! That demon! That was... That was a demon, right? Black... 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 part, then covered her eyes, rubbed them hard, and said, "No, that's not right! I shouldn't have seen this kind of thing since I was 12 years old, why am I..."

Constantine's eyes widened. He walked forward quickly and grabbed He grabbed Angela's wrists, took her hands away, looked her in the eyes, and said, "You can see those things? Are you a psychic?!"

"Hey! You damn bitch! Are you kidding me?!" Constantine shook Angela's wrists off and said, "Where are you from, new here? Don't you know the rules of this business? Exorcists can't meet each other, and even if they want to visit, they must notify in advance!"

"No, I'm not, I'm not an exorcist... otherwise I wouldn't have to come to you." Angela took a deep breath and calmed down her frightened emotions. She said, "Remember what I told you? My sister and I have been able to see that kind of thing since we were young."

"I thought, The things you are referring to are just ordinary ghosts and monsters. Children have a higher level of spiritual perception, so it is not uncommon for them to see such things. "

"But you didn't tell me that you can still see demons until now!" Constantine raised his voice. Obviously, he found that Angela did not understand the seriousness of the matter, so he put his hands on his waist, shook his head helplessly, and explained:

"All those who can see demons are chosen by demons. In other words, only when your soul is reserved by demons will they allow you to see them. This has nothing to do with spiritual perception. It is a curse, a terrible curse."

"But I never believed this!" Angela walked quickly to the sofa, she waved her arms, and She said in a state of collapse: "My sister and I can see that kind of hallucination. She told her family about it, but my parents thought she was mentally ill and sent her to a mental hospital."

"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 he said indifferently: "Why do you think you suddenly couldn't see?"

"Because I never believe that they are real. As long as I don't believe it, they won't hurt me!" Angela said in a heavier tone.

"No." Constantine denied it. He walked to the opposite side of Angela and sat down, looking 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, which made people deeply trapped and unable to extricate themselves.

Suddenly, he saw a kind of sadness in Constantine's eyes, which should not have appeared in his eyes. He heard Constantine say:

"Whether it is twin sisters or twin brothers, all twin souls are replaceable, and the devil only needs one."

"They will curse you two so that you can see them, and then you can't see them, not because you don't believe in them, but because..." Constantine paused, and then said: "The devil chose your sister between you and your sister and gave up you."

"Impossible!" Angela shouted at him: "You don't understand, we are the same, we..."

"Nothing is impossible." Constantine lowered his head, reached out to pick up the water cup in front of him, drank it all in one gulp, and seemed to have more words unsaid.

But Angela's mood was a little broken. She shouted: "You damn liars! What devil, what demon, it's all illusion, I never believe it..."

"You must be the accomplice of the murderer! You killed my sister together and blamed it on the devil. This is simply a scam. I will bring you to justice..."

Constantine sighed and looked at Angela standing in front of him with disheveled hair. He had seen many people like this. There are people in this world who don't believe in the existence of supernatural events at all. Obviously, Angela is one of them.

"If you don't believe it, then leave." Constantine also looked a little tired. He turned his head, drank 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 sounded. Turning around, Angela took out a pistol and pointed the black muzzle at Constantine.

From the eyes under her hair, it can be seen that the female police officer has reached the edge of losing her mind. All kinds of pressures have oppressed her and made her completely collapse.

Constantine's eyes became colder, and he seemed to not want to talk nonsense with Angela anymore. He waved his hand, and the gun was shot away. Then he walked into the bedroom without looking back and closed the door with a "bang".

He just walked to his bed, untied his tie, and took off his coat, and heard a sobbing cry from outside the door. Constantine stood in the middle 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 until a shadow covered her head, and the slightly choking smell of cigarettes drifted over. She looked up and saw Constantine's face.

Constantine lowered his head to smoke, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "How old is your sister?"

"... the same age as me, 27 years old this year."

Constantine closed his eyes and said: "Sure enough."

He took a deep breath and said: "I said, you suddenly can't see that kind of thing, it's not accidental, it's also related to your sister's death, she should be taken away by the devil."

"How do you know?" Angela still wanted to make a final struggle.

"Because when I was 27 years old, they also came."

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