Vol 7 Chapter 47: ask for help
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The circle of blood on the ground worked.
The evil spirits that rushed over were attracted by the breath of blood, flew and landed involuntarily, lying on the ground greedily sucking blood.
But there were still several evil spirits eyeing Kewen who was standing outside the circle.
But when they were about to pounce on Kewen, the strange aura on Kewen suddenly disappeared, or in other words, all the breath on him disappeared instantly.
This left those evil spirits in a daze.
They could no longer find Kewen, as if Kewen had completely disappeared from the world of these evil spirits.
The evil spirits didn't have any extra brains to think about, so they immediately shifted their targets and also rushed to the ground to **** blood energy.
at the same time.
Constantine's magical ritual was a success, and he successfully called back Bernie's soul.
"no, do not want!"
Bernie, who swindled the corpse and half sat up, howled in pain. He was re-experiencing the pain at the moment of death.
When Constantine saw this, he immediately stretched out his hand to support Bernie's back with a somber expression on his face.
"Old man! Tell me something!" he asked urgently.
However, Bernie didn't answer, and still screamed in pain.
Constantine had to keep trying, calling out, "Bernie! It's me! Constantine! Tell me what happened!"
"Cold...record...sound..."
Bernie finally regained some consciousness, he barely spit out three words, and then his body fell back again.
"Wait Bernie! I didn't get it!"
Constantine shouted anxiously: "Please! Tell me more!"
"Moonrise..."
The last word was spit out, and Bernie's body didn't move any more.
At the same time, with the automatic extinguishing of the 'Glory Claw' in Zed's hand, the other corpses in the morgue also quieted down.
In Kewen's perspective, those souls who have returned from **** have been quickly sucked away by hell.
In the silent atmosphere, Constantine looked at Bernie sadly, and then sighed: "Rest in peace, man..."
Raising his hand to brush Bernie's eyes, Constantine closed his eyelids.
"What happened inside?"
At this moment, a frightened questioning voice sounded in the corridor outside the door.
Obviously, the voices of those deceitful corpses have attracted the staff.
In this regard, Constantine sighed again.
He raised his hand to cover Bernie with a white cloth, and quickly took the Hand of Glory back from Zed's hand and stuffed it into the leather pocket.
"time to go!"
He said in a deep voice, without waiting for Cowen and Zed's response, and walked directly to the door of the morgue.
Opening the door, Constantine hypnotized the staff and walked all the way outside.
Soon, the three walked out of the body placement center.
Constantine walked back to the car and put the leather pocket in his hand on the front hood of the car.
His face was very gloomy.
Seeing this, Zed asked cautiously, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine dear."
Constantine said the irony with a blank face: "I just forced an old friend of mine to relive the most terrifying moment of his life! It couldn't be better."
Peng!
The voice fell, and Constantine suddenly clenched his fist and smashed the car body. It was obvious that he was not in a good mood at this time.
This made Zed dare not continue to answer for a while.
But Kewen dared.
He looked at the gloomy Constantine, and then said, "I can provide clues about the nouns Bernie said."
"What is it?" Constantine asked in a deep voice.
"Obviously he was killed by a record."
Cowen replied: "And there is **** on the corpse, so there must be some devil's power attached to the record."
"If you don't say it, I can guess, is there anything else?" Constantine continued to ask.
"Yuesheng." Ke Wen nodded: "This is a blues record company in Hollywood. If you want to find clues about that record, you'd better go to that record company to investigate."
"Got it." Konstantin nodded thoughtfully.
"so be it."
Kewen nodded to Zed, and then said to Constantine: "Please tell me immediately after the results of the investigation, you know how to find me."
Constantine subconsciously touched the pocket of his shirt.
Then he nodded slightly: "Okay, then after this time we will not owe each other."
"No problem." Kewen responded with a smile: "Then I wish you all the best."
After speaking, Kewen turned around and walked towards his van, and drove away quickly.
Watching Kewen's vehicle disappear around the corner, Zede asked aloud, "He is..."
Constantine glanced at Zed.
He subconsciously made the action of taking out his pocket, but he felt empty and did not touch the cigarette case.
Pulling out his hand from his pocket, Constantine looked at his palm and pinched his five fingers. With a helpless sigh, he realized that his smoking cessation work had not been completely successful.
Putting his hands down, he said as he opened the door and got into the car, "I'll give you a piece of advice, it's better to stay away from that guy."
"Why?" Zed walked around the front of the car and walked to the driver's seat, while asking inexplicably, "Is he also a magician? Wouldn't it be easier to find out the results if one more person helped?"
"listen."
Constantine half turned to face Zed, and he solemnly warned: "Wizards, magicians, occultists, or some superpowers in the whole circle, even if I haven't seen them or heard of them, but as long as seen…"
He bent **** and gestured at his eyes: "I can tell their details at a glance, but that guy is different!"
Constantine said in a cautious tone: "He is too mysterious! It seems that he suddenly appeared out of the circle!"
Sitting upright again, Constantine looked ahead through the car window and continued: "Looks at angels and demons like ants, and jokes about killing gods and demons, but until now, he still lives in this city full of gods and demons. live well..."
Glancing at Zed again, Constantine said in a low voice, "If I were you, I would have avoided such existences far away."
Hearing this, Zed nodded sternly and started the car.
…
Two days later.
"Help! Kewen, come and save me!"
In an abandoned warehouse, Constantine was tied to a copper mesh bed, unable to get up because of his limbs.
His body was injected with blood anticoagulant, and his body was cut open again. If no one came to save him, he was afraid that he would go to those devils to report because of the dry blood.
After finally twisting his body and stringing out the business card in his pocket, Constantine immediately injected magic power into the card and shouted for help.
However, it was not Kewen who appeared, but a homeless man pushing a shopping cart.
But no matter who appeared, it was a lifesaver for Constantine.
He immediately appealed to the homeless man for help.
But the homeless don't want to cause trouble.
He only took off Constantine's leather shoes and put them in the shopping cart. He also took Constantine's coat and watch.
Between the next turn, the vagabond's image changed instantly.
The angel Amani possessed the homeless man.
He turned to look at Constantine, and laughed and joked: "John Constantine, who dares to send angels to hell, what's wrong with you?"
"Let go and I'll tell you, you angel bastard..."
Constantine breathed a sigh of relief as if he had finally been saved, and even raised the thought of responding to ridicule.
However, Amani's answer was disappointing.
He shook his head slightly, looked down at Constantine and said, "I told you that I can't interfere with anything in the world."
Constantine was anxious, and he asked loudly: "As an angel! Then are you watching me bleed to death?!"
"It's all your own fault."
Amani said disappointedly: "Constantine, what you have done this time is very disappointing. You should not covet the transaction value of that record. Your moral concept seems to be wavering right now."
"What wobbles?"
Kewen finally arrived late, and he appeared beside him out of thin air.
"God!"
Constantine breathed a sigh of relief again, and complained to Kewen again: "How come you...come..."
Seeing the lipstick marks on Kewen's face and neck, Constantine understood.
This made him roll his eyes a little depressingly, is it because his plea for help is not as important as a woman?
"Cowen Quinn..."
Amani stared at Kewen with disgust, and asked with a frown, "What happened to him has something to do with you?"
"Ah yes." Kewen smiled and nodded.
He stepped forward to unblock Constantine, and at the same time Kewen said, "The case he is dealing with is considered to be working for me."
"why?!"
Amani suddenly whispered and asked, "Why do you covet the power of hell?! What do you want to do with that power?!"
"What?" Kewen was stunned.
He looked at Amani, then turned to the weak Constantine, and asked, "What have you done?"
"I didn't do anything..." Constantine pointed to the table not far away: "Can you pass me that bottle of medicine?"
Kewen turned his head to look ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and found that it was a bottle of vitamin K with blood clotting effect.
He beckoned the bottle to fly, handed it to Constantine and asked, "What happened? Can anyone tell me from the beginning?"
Constantine didn't answer immediately, but hurriedly unscrewed the bottle cap and swallowed the medicine.
Then he pulled out his belt again, tightening the wound on his arm.
After doing this, he let out a sigh of relief.
Looking up at Kewen and Amani who were waiting for the answer, Constantine shook his head tiredly and said, "This angel gangster has misunderstood something, the purpose of me looking for that record is just to investigate, not to covet. That power in the record or some kind of transaction value."
Amani was stunned for a moment. He looked at Constantine again and found that the other party was not lying.
So he quickly apologized: "John, I am deeply sorry for my misunderstanding."
"Ah…"
Constantine sneered, and waved his hand in disgust and weakness.
Amani was embarrassed and didn't want to stay any longer. He apologized again, glanced at Cowen and left.
The homeless man recovered his appearance without noticing it, but he showed a look of astonishment.
Because Konstantin was tied to the bed one second, how could he get out of trouble the next second?
After thinking about something, the homeless man suddenly screamed and turned around and ran away, not even daring to ask for a cart.
Neither of the two people present paid any attention to the homeless person.
When the screams and footsteps were gone, Ke Wen smiled and said, "Then it's our turn, let's talk."
Constantine sighed slightly, then nodded and started talking...
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