Chapter 2357: Crack secret letter

The three of them observed the situation in the city on the rooftop. As we all know, the angels are crazy now, and what changes will happen in Los Angeles is still uncertain.

But after drinking and chatting for more than ten minutes, Su Ming and the adjutant studied the comprehensive results and found that the city is still running very stably. There are not many crazy demons hunting on the street, and no mad angels will come down and force them. Take people away to serve God.

Everything is operating according to the previous rules, and it seems that Maggie Ken still maintains good control over the demons.

"Okay, let's go to the next place."

Su Ming picked up Halle, and the little psychopath happily put his head on his shoulders, but before enjoying a few seconds, he had reached the other side of the city.

This is a dilapidated small building with no guards and no property, and the wooden floor underneath is squeaky with age.

And Su Ming's goal is an office on the second floor.

"There is no one inside." Little Superman activated his super powers, and he could see the situation in the room "It's full of empty wine bottles and takeaway boxes. It seems that no one has been here for a long time."

"Strangle, unlock." Let the symbiote flow in from the keyhole, and Su Ming turned to Superman and said, "Yes, this is Alberta's office. I hired her to find Lucifer and the Sandman a few months ago. She has never come back. I will now see if she has collected any clues before leaving."

Little Superman flirted with his shawl and long hair and nodded, "I'll help you find it. I can find out whatever she hides."

With a click, the door opened, and a scent of dust mixed with rotten smell came to his face.

Harry, who is always fragrant, covered her nose and told a muffled joke, "She may have hidden corpses at home, and those corpses have been mummified. We just inhaled corpse powder! Wait, maybe I can invent it. What about a new word?"

"No, it's just air-dried and degraded Thai food. She never cleans up the room, so that every time Lucifer comes to her, she has no place to sit down and has to help her clean up first." Su Ming explained, strangling already Smelt the ingredients in the air.

"Well, what a smart woman."

Hearing the death knell said, Hallie had an admiring expression on her face, and her little head lightened again and again, because she was like this herself and never cleaned the room.

This way, every time Xiaohong comes to play with herself, she will help with cleaning. If you can let others do things, why waste your time?

This is time management.

"But Thai food is still not very tasty. The witch's aesthetics may be problematic. She is definitely not as cute as I am."

Halle shook her head and added that she prefers more American food, such as burgers, hot dogs, cakes and the like.

The death knell walked into the room and turned on the light switch by the door. This is both an office and a witch's home. It can be said to be chaotic as a closed fast food restaurant.

He is not a part-time worker to clean, but to look for clues. The more he stepped over all kinds of garbage blocking the door, he strode into the living room.

I just pulled a few leftover rice boxes on the table aside, the food inside had been completely decomposed, leaving only countless empty fly pupa shells.

"She's an alcoholic and old smoker like Constantine. You tell a person like this about taste?" Su Ming took out a few pieces of paper from under a pile of garbage, shaking the stains on it. "She is about to lose her sense of smell. Here is a picture of nerve cell palsy. Come and take a look."

This is a piece of ordinary paper. The reason why Su Ming noticed it was because Alberta had no printer or fax machine.

The sorcerer doesn't need those things, and she doesn't have the money to buy them.

There are a lot of stains on this paper, it looks like coffee stains, wine stains, Thai Tom Yum Goong soup, and a lot of viscous liquid after drying, maybe vomit? Coupled with the messy lines and self-made symbols like passwords, this is definitely a surrealist work.

But this is not a problem. Superman is here, and his perspective ability can directly see the bottom handwriting on the paper without destroying the paper.

This paper is like an oil painting, painted layer by layer of stains, but in Superman's eyes, he can see which layer he wants to see.

On the other hand, judging from the few exposed handwritings, Albella should be in a state of drunk when he was writing on this paper. Hallie was able to infer through psychological analysis what the drunk originally intended to write, because some mental patients There are also symptoms similar to permanent drunkenness.

Little Superman took the paper, glanced at it, and frowned, "I don't understand the symbols she painted, and there are many phrases that are suspected to be black words in the magic world. I can only redraw them based on them."

"Then I will trouble you." Su Ming directly took out his usual pen and paper for writing the contract from his pocket. He had already prepared.

Little Superman is very happy to do things. If he brings Clark, who was originally on the earth, to make trouble, he is still struggling about whether to break into a private house. There are a lot of legal and moral issues involved.

Within three seconds, Superman completed the work. He was originally an avid fan of comics, and drawing fandom is even more of a housekeeping skill.

The copied ghost painting pattern was handed over to Hallie, who had been on tiptoe and wanted to see. With her backhand, she took out a pair of golden eyes from the jacket pocket, put it on the small bridge of the nose and pushed it, instantly entering professional state .

"Uh, uh, hey"

While watching, she nodded again and again, as if she had realized something.

"What did you find?"

Little Superman asked curiously, because he didn't see anything.

Even if it wasn't for the death knell to let him paint, he would think it was a meaningless graffiti.

The psychiatrist pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose again, and the two lenses flashed. She said, "I'm sure. This lady should be admitted to the hospital immediately. I can arrange a bed for her in Arkham."

Su Ming took a cigarette, lightly smoked after lighting it

"Any sorcerer has more or less psychological problems. She was used by her parents as a beauty pageant to make money since she was a child. Later, she ran away from home and became addicted to all kinds of narcotics. After learning magic, she would deal with all kinds of demons. You said that the information in that area on her piece of paper is the most important. I'll do the task of translating ghost symbols."

"Does it work as a team? It reminds me of the babies of the Raptor team."

Halle smiled and blinked ~www.NovelMTL.com~ put the paper on the table, as if she had fingered a corner of it

"In my opinion, the signs and codewords in this corner should be the conclusion. If Superman completely imitated her handwriting when she wrote on this piece of paper, then we should notice that there are many pauses that shouldn't be there. She was writing and writing, very cautious.

"Oh? I can guarantee this. When I copy, I even use the same strength as when she writes." Little Superman was a little interested and rubbed his chin. "Then what do you think this writing will be?"

Hallie took off her glasses and shrugged her shoulders. "If I can guess, this is a joke in the suicide note. The lines in her words are full of chaos and madness. This kind of person does not want to die, just like me, although there are Suddenly I feel so sad, but I still have to live strong."

"So?" Su Ming touched her head.

"So I guess this is a map, a map hidden with words and symbols, and it's also a backhand left by the witch." Hallie grinned and laughed silently.

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