Chapter 47 Asking for help
The circle of blood on the ground worked.
The evil spirits that rushed over were attracted by the smell of blood, and flew down involuntarily, lying on the ground and sucking up the blood greedily.
But there are still a few evil spirits eyeing Ke Wen who is standing outside the circle.
But just when they were about to pounce on Ke Wen, the aura of strangers on Ke Wen suddenly disappeared, or in other words, all the aura on his body disappeared instantly.
This left those evil spirits in a daze.
They can no longer find Kewen, as if Kewen has completely disappeared from the world of these evil spirits.
The evil spirits had no extra brains to think about, so they immediately changed their targets and also threw themselves on the ground to suck blood.
at the same time.
Constantine's magic ritual was considered a success, and he successfully called Bernie's soul back.
"no, do not want!"
Bernie, who pretended to be dead and half sat up, howled in pain. He was re-experienced the pain of the moment of death.
When Constantine saw this, he immediately stretched out his hand to support Bernie's back with a sad expression.
"Old man! Tell me something!" he asked urgently.
However, Bernie did not answer, and was still screaming in pain.
Constantine had no choice but to keep trying. He shouted: "Bernie! It's me! Constantine! Tell me what happened!"
"Cold... record... sound..."
Bernie finally regained some consciousness. He barely uttered three words, and then his body fell backward again.
"Wait a minute Bernie! I don't understand!"
Constantine shouted anxiously: "Please! Tell me more!"
"The moon rises..."
After spitting out the last word, there was no movement from Bernie's body.
At the same time, as the ‘Claw of Glory’ in Zed’s hand was automatically extinguished,
The other corpses in the morgue also fell silent.
From Ke Wen's perspective, the souls who returned from hell have been quickly sucked away by hell.
In the silent atmosphere, Constantine looked at Bernie sadly, and then sighed softly: "Rest in peace, man..."
Raising his hand to brush over Bernie's eyes, Constantine closed his eyelids.
"What happened in there?"
At this time, fearful questioning voices sounded in the corridor outside the door.
Obviously, the voices of those pretending to be corpses had attracted the staff.
In response, Constantine sighed again.
He raised his hand to cover Bernie with a white cloth, then quickly took the hand of glory back from Zed and stuffed it into his leather pocket.
"time to go!"
He said in a deep voice, and walked directly to the door of the morgue without waiting for the responses of Coven and Zed.
Opening the door, Constantine hypnotized the staff and then walked all the way outside.
Soon, the three people walked out of the body placement center.
Constantine walked back to the car and placed the leather pocket in his hand on the front hood of the car.
His expression was very gloomy.
Seeing this, Zed asked cautiously: "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine honey."
Constantine said the irony with a deadpan expression: "I just forced an old friend of mine to relive the most terrifying moment of his life! It couldn't be better."
Peng!
After the words fell, Constantine suddenly made a 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 the phone for a while.
But Kewen dared.
He looked at Constantine, who looked gloomy, and then said: "I can provide clues to the nouns Bernie said."
"What is it?" Constantine asked in a deep voice.
"Obviously he was killed by a record."
Coven replied: "And there is the smell of hell on the corpse, so there must be some devil's power attached to the record."
"I can guess this even if you don't tell me, is there anything else?" Constantine continued to ask.
"Moonrise." 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."
"I know." Constantine nodded thoughtfully.
"so be it."
Coven nodded to Zed and said to Constantine: "Please tell me immediately after you get 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 owe each other nothing."
"No problem." Ke Wen responded with a smile: "Then I wish you all the best."
After saying that, Ke Wen turned around, walked to his van, and drove away quickly.
Watching Kewen's vehicle disappear around the corner, Zed asked aloud: "He is..."
Constantine glanced at Zed.
He subconsciously made a move to dig into his pocket, but found it empty and did not touch the cigarette case.
Taking his hand out of his pocket, Constantine looked at his palm and pinched his fingers, sighing helplessly. He suddenly realized that his quitting smoking work had not been completely successful.
Putting down his hands, he opened the door and got into the car and said, "I'll give you a piece of advice, it's best to stay away from that guy."
"Why?" Zed walked around the front of the car and walked to the driver's seat. At the same time, he asked puzzledly: "Is he also a magician? If there is one more person to help, wouldn't it be easier to investigate and get the results?"
"listen."
Constantine half-turned around to face Zed, and he solemnly warned: "The wizards, magicians, mystics, or people with super powers in the entire circle, even if I have never seen them or heard of them, as long as I seen……"
He gestured with his eyes with two fingers: "I can tell their details at a glance, but that guy is different!"
Constantine said in a cautious tone: "He is so mysterious! It's like he suddenly appeared from the circle!"
Sitting upright again, Constantine stared ahead through the car window and continued: "He regards angels and demons as ants, and he makes fun of 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 stay away from such an existence."
Hearing this, Zed nodded without knowing it 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, his limbs fixed and unable to get up.
He was injected with a blood anticoagulant, and he was cut open. If no one came to save him, he would probably report to the devils because his blood had dried up.
After finally twisting his body and stringing the business card out of his pocket, Constantine immediately injected magic power into the business card and shouted for help.
However, it was not Coven who appeared, but a homeless man pushing a shopping cart.
But no matter who appears, it is a life-saving straw for Constantine.
He immediately asked the homeless man for help.
But the homeless man doesn't want to cause trouble.
He only took off Constantine's leather shoes and put them in the shopping cart. He also took away Constantine's coat and watch.
The next time he turned around, the image of the homeless man changed instantly.
The angel Amani possesses the homeless man.
He turned to look at Constantine and joked with a smile: "John Constantine who dares to send angels to hell, what's wrong with you?"
"Let me go and I'll tell you, you angel bastard..."
Constantine breathed a sigh of relief as if he had finally been saved, and even thought of responding to the ridicule.
But Amani's answer was disappointing.
He shook his head slightly, looked down at Constantine and said, "I told you, I cannot interfere in anything in the world."
Constantine was anxious, and he asked loudly: "As an angel! Then you just watch me bleed to death?!"
"You brought this on yourself."
Amani said disappointedly: "Constantin, what you did this time is very disappointing. You should not covet the transaction value of that record. Your moral values seem to be wavering now."
"What's wobbly?"
Kewen finally arrived too late, and he appeared next to him out of thin air.
"Jesus!"
Constantine breathed a sigh of relief again and complained to Coven: "Why did you just...come..."
Seeing the lipstick marks on Kewen's face and neck, Constantine understood.
This made him roll his eyes in depression. Was his request for help not as important as a woman?
"Kevin Quinn..."
Amani stared at Kewen with disgust, frowned and asked, "Does what happened to him have anything to do with you?"
"Ah, that's right." Ke Wen smiled and nodded.
Stepping forward to untie Constantine, Coven said: "The case he is dealing with is considered to be working for me."
"Why?!"
Amani suddenly asked in a low voice: "Why do you covet the power of hell?! What do you want to do with that power?!"
"What?" Ke Wen was stunned when asked.
He looked at Amani, then looked back at the weak Constantine, and asked him: "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything..." Constantine pointed to the table not far away: "Can you pass me the bottle of medicine?"
Ke Wen turned around and saw that it was a bottle of vitamin K with blood coagulation effect.
He waved the medicine bottle to fly over, handed it to Constantine and asked: "What happened? Can anyone tell me from the beginning?"
Constantine did not answer immediately, but quickly unscrewed the cap of the bottle and swallowed the medicine.
Then he took out his belt and tightened the wound on his arm.
After doing this, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Looking up at Covin and Amani who were waiting for answers, Constantine shook his head tiredly and said: "What did this angel gangster misunderstand? I was only looking for that record to investigate, not to covet it." That power or some trade value in the record.”
Amani was stunned. He looked at Constantine again and found that the other person was not lying.
So he quickly apologized: "John, I'm 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 Ke Wen and left directly.
The homeless man regained his appearance without realizing it, but he showed a look of astonishment.
Because Constantine was tied to the bed one second, why did he get out of trouble and get up again the next second?
After thinking about something, the homeless man immediately screamed and ran away, not even daring to ask for the cart.
Neither of the two people present paid attention to the homeless man.
After the screams and footsteps faded away, Kewen smiled and said, "Then it's our turn, let's talk."
Constantine sighed slightly, then nodded and started telling...
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