Chapter 21 Disgust

Although the clues were found, Kewen didn't get started immediately.

After waiting quietly for a while, when Angela finished praying, Kewen asked: "There is some breath left in his body. I need to take that breath out, but it will speed up the decay of his body."

"Soon?" Angela asked.

"It should be within two days." Kewen replied.

Hearing this, Angela nodded: "It doesn't matter, Sein will be buried tomorrow."

"That's good."

Saying that, Kewen stretched out his hand and grabbed the space above Sean's chest.

A black and red aura emerged from Sein's body and automatically gathered in Kewen's hand.

Angela, whose talent was recovering, saw the breath, so she couldn't help but ask, "What is that?"

"The murderer's hellish breath left in his heart."

Kewen looked at the breath in his hand and said, "We can use this breath to find the murderer."

Angela immediately asked, "Then what are we going to do next?"

Kewen thought for a while, then looked left and right.

Without sensing anyone else nearby, he raised his hand to cast the spell.

Holding the seal with both hands and swinging a few times, a small magic circle quickly appeared in front of him.

Then Kewen put that breath into the magic circle and activated the magic circle.

hum-

A slight tremor sounded, and a blue teleportation channel opened instantly.

However, the portal had just been opened halfway, but it closed as quickly as it was powerless.

Kewen was slightly taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Angela noticed Kewen's expression, so she asked suspiciously, "Have you found the murderer?"

"Unfortunately,

No. "

After returning to God, Kewen shook his head and explained: "The tracking channel just now seems to be linked to hell, but the dimension of hell in this world is very special. I haven't got a mechanism for crossing dimensions."

"If the violence gets through, it may break the agreement between heaven and hell, causing some kind of disaster."

There are so many extraordinary information elements that Angela ignores the phrase 'this world' in Kewen's words.

She couldn't help but ask again: "What should I do then?"

"Let's go through normal investigation procedures."

Kewen replied: "The murderer has obviously returned to hell. We can't go to hell to catch it back. We can only investigate how it came to the world and see if there is any story behind it."

"Sorry Kewen." Angela said apologetically, "I can only trouble you all."

"It's ok."

Kewen smiled: "We are friends, aren't we?"

Angela smiled gratefully.

"Let's go."

Kewen greeted: "Let's go to the midnight bar."

"Midnight bar?"

Angela said as she followed Kewen's footsteps: "I seem to have heard John say about that bar, but only by the name, I don't know anything about it."

"I know where the bar is," said Cowen, who was walking ahead. "Near Huntington Park."

"OK."

Angela quickened her pace and walked out of the church with Cowen.

After driving for nearly an hour, Angela parked the car on the side of a street according to Kewen's guidance.

Cowen took Angela into a small building and followed the stairs to the basement.

At the end of the stairs is a dark room, like the kind of dark red hut used to develop photos.

In the dim red light, a very large doorman rose from his chair.

Without saying a word, the guard picked up a stack of cards from the side, stared at Kewen and Angela, took one out of the cards, and showed the back in front of them.

"This is..." Angela was at a loss.

"Entry qualifications."

Curwen explained: "Use your sixth sense to perceive the card. What's the first thought that pops into your mind?"

"Wearing a princess dress..." Angela said hesitantly, "And a rabbit with an umbrella?"

Hearing this, the guard put down the card directly, and stretched out his hand to untie the chain blocking the entry, indicating that Angela could go in.

This made Angela even more at a loss.

Kewen smiled and reminded: "Go in, you guessed it right, so you are qualified to enter."

Angela was surprised, hesitantly nodded slowly, and stepped over the door.

The doorman pulled out another card and placed it in front of Kewen.

Kewen looked at it for a while, and then said speechlessly: "Two cartoon dogs that mate."

The doorman put down the card again without a word, and opened the lanyard on the door.

Kewen shook his head and walked in, and joined Angela who was waiting.

Next, the two walked through a long corridor and entered a hall whose main color was still dark red.

Maybe because it was the daytime, there were not many guests in the bar hall, only a sparse number of less than ten extraordinary customers, who were sitting in different booths and drinking silently.

Kewen and Angela attracted all the attention, and everyone in the hall turned to look over.

This made Angela horrified for a moment.

She felt that the sight of those people filled her with pressure, and the sight from the farthest corner almost made Angela unable to breathe.

At this moment, a palm suddenly landed on her shoulder.

Angela jolted back to her senses, and immediately took a deep breath.

Kewen glanced at the booth in the corner, then took Angela's hand and led her further inside.

Entering a corridor again, Angela, who felt her eyes disappearing, asked in a panic, "What's wrong with me?"

"fine."

Kewen reassured: "It's a high-ranking Gorefiend, and what you feel is the coercion of its malicious eyes."

"Gorefiend, devil?!" Angela couldn't believe it, she whispered: "You mean, there were devils in the hall just now?! Why?!"

"Because this bar is a neutral ground in the otherworldly world."

Kewen explained: "As long as the rules are followed, all extraordinary creatures are entertained here, whether it is wizards or angels, even demons and devils can come here."

"God..." Angela sighed.

"Let's go."

Kewen let go of Angela's hand and greeted, "The owner of this bar is in the front room."

Angela nodded reluctantly and followed Kewen a few steps to the door.

Kewen opened the door that was used for soundproofing, and then pushed open another door on the soundproof layer inside.

Still a red-hued room, but slightly brighter than the outside hall.

At this time, the black man Minai was sitting behind the boss's desk smoking a cigarette, still wearing a dark red gentleman's hat even in his own office.

The movement of the door made Minai raise his head, and the first moment he saw Kewen, Minai's Tong Kong could not help shrinking slightly.

"Rare visitor..."

Minai said in a complex tone: "Cowen Quinn, what are you doing here with me?"

Cowen took Angela into the office.

He didn't answer, but just stared at Minai blankly.

After a brief silence, the black Mina gritted his teeth and stood up, putting away his aloof stance.

Kewen then said, "Three days ago, a patrolling policeman was killed by a hell creature. Do you have any relevant information here?"

Hearing this, Minai shook her head slightly with a calm expression, and replied, "I'm just an intermediary running a neutral bar, and I don't care about the outside world."

"Give you a chance to reorganize the language." Kewen threatened in a stern voice.

This made Negro Mina furious.

But thinking of the fiasco when he had no resistance under Kewen last time, the black Minai could only forcefully suppress that anger.

He took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "After nine o'clock in the evening! You will find someone specializing in selling news outside!"

Kewen glanced at the other party's eyes that were hiding anger, then nodded slightly, then said nothing, turned around and took Angela out of the office.

boom! slam-la-

In the corridor, Cowen's powerful hearing allowed him to hear the sound of smashing in the office across the two floors of the 'soundproof door'.

He didn't take it to heart, he took Angela's hand and led her all the way through the hall and out of the bar.

Back in the car, Angela finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She covered her chest to calm down, and after a while, she asked, "You don't have a good relationship with that boss?"

"Well, I cleaned him up." Ke Wen nodded in response.

"Why?" Angela continued, "What caused the conflict?"

"It's just my unilateral disgust for him."

"His name is Minai, and he's a voodoo magician from the Mediterranean region who has lived for more than two centuries," Cowan explained.

"He once cut off his sister's head with his own hands in order to survive, and then used her sister's skull for channeling, communicating with demons in the world to use various witchcraft, or communicating with demons in hell to obtain various intelligence."

"After his sister's soul left and the skull lost its psychic function, he collected more skulls that imprisoned the soul, and collectively called them his sister, and continued to collect all kinds of information for him to gain benefits."

"It wasn't until 20 years ago that he met the fledgling Constantine, and since then it has been reconciled."

Kewen shook his head: "Later, he provoked the demons in hell, and was chased by the demons to the world for revenge. He struggled to eliminate those demons, but he was afraid of being chased by more powerful demons, so he made an oath of neutrality. "

With a look of contempt, Kewen continued: "He concealed the real situation and only said that he was tired of the endless war with the devil, so he signed a neutrality contract with the devil."

"Until now, the halo on his body, which is called a legend, is actually just a complete lie."

"After pretending for a long time, do you really consider yourself a retired hero who is tired of war?"

After finishing the story, Kewen shook his head in disdain again.

And Angela was stunned.

After returning to her senses, she said with emotion: "I thought he was a great person to be able to run such a bar. It turns out that the truth is so dark..."

Kewen shrugged, darkness is right, after all, this is the DC universe, unlike the sand withering wind in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, darkness is the mainstream color here...