Chapter 3849: spiritism

"It's all burnt, throw it away."

The orangutan lying on the shoulder of Death Knell glanced at the head in the shoebox, then turned his head to cover his mouth in disgust. .

The detective orangutan knew that strangulation could acquire part of the memory by devouring the brain of the creature, but the completely carbonized head in front of him was estimated to have only a pool of black ash inside.

Strangler stretched out a small tentacle and touched it lightly, and the crisp skull cracked several seams, and a warm white smoke wafted from the skull cavity. The smell can be said to be very subtle.

"It looks like the brain is completely boiled dry, Alberta, it's up to you."

"Oh, well, it's really troublesome." The witch took the shoebox and shook her head when she looked at the dead head: "It can't be done here, we have to find a place where there is no sunlight. Let's go down from the torch first."

"Okay, adjutant, send us to the sewers." Su Ming followed his good deeds and chose the darkest place directly.

Conventional means of gathering clues won't work, but there's still magic to use.

If Constantine is a **** detective, then Alberta is a **** divorce lawyer. She basically knows all the spell skills that the former can.

She knows what to do without the death knell. In short, she already has the head of the deceased in her hand as a medium, and she only needs to cast a spell to call the soul out of the world of the deceased for questioning.

Whether this soul is lined up for reincarnation in the realm of death, or it falls into **** and suffers, as long as it has not been reincarnated, it can be found.

Heaven is impossible, and now the angels are crazy, there is no business there.

She used standard **** magic. First, she took out a knife and cut her hand, painted a magic circle with blood, and then placed her charred head in the center of the inverse pentagram, and inserted burning plugs at several key nodes. cigarettes instead of candles.

This magic is a little risky, because it essentially opens a passage, and it is possible that a powerful demon or something will emerge from it, but with the death knell staring at the side, even if it emerges a big demon of the level of Beelzebub, Alberta was not afraid either.

She took out some bat hairs from her trench coat pocket and burned them. The witch flipped her palms over and slapped them on the ground.

The magic circle burned in an instant, and the blood seemed to turn into grease at this time, and a raging flame ignited, and even rose more than three meters high, and the flames licked to the top of the sewer.

"Come on, don't be shy, come out and have a chat, don't be discovered by the jailer."

This was probably Alberta's spell. The firelight illuminated her face, but she just calmly leaned over and lit a cigarette with the flames.

A pale soul floated out from the flames. He was scarred and wrapped in flames. As soon as he appeared, he fell to the ground, screaming in pain, but kept his kneeling position motionless.

It was the same posture as the corpse that Death Knell and his party saw in the suite.

The witch "Fur" pursed her lips and blew a puff of smoke, and explained to everyone: "It's him, he is recreating his own death scene, because he was burned to death, so he is very uncomfortable, but it's okay, wait for him to realize it later. When you die, you will be quiet and listen to us."

The surroundings were filled with a strong smell of sulfur, screams echoed in the sewers, the darkness in the distance seemed to be deeper, and there was a faint mist in the air due to the convection of cold and heat.

Watching the translucent milky white soul burn, Bobo took out a small stainless steel flat pot, unscrewed the lid and took a sip of wine first, and winked under the stimulation of alcohol:

"Tsk, you seem to have more face than Constantine in hell. If he wants to talk to the soul privately, he will soak his feet in the basin, turn on the water, and put himself in a near-death state. , personally went to **** out of the body."

"Well, that's fine, but I don't like it." The witch tilted one foot sideways and opened her trouser legs to show Bobo: "I usually wear high heels, so it's not a good idea to electrify my soles. It will bubble."

"It's so tall!" Jesse's eyes widened, she was shocked by the dressing style of a mature woman like a witch: "You usually fight on 5-inch high heels?"

As a speeder, she basically misses the high heels, and the girl is obviously envious.

The little girl looked at her with envious eyes, and Alberta, who was already a little vain, smiled beautifully: "I'm a sorcerer, and I can't use my feet to cast spells, let alone wearing high heels to fight, even in a wheelchair."

After speaking, she changed several angles and showed Jesse her shoes.

I have to say, after all, she has won the championship of many Colorado children's beauty pageants. Even if Alberta shows her shoes, she has a sense of stage, and it takes a few seconds to set the pose.

The screams came and went quickly, and the wailing soul on the ground quickly realized that he was able to move, and also realized through his translucent body that he was 80% dead.

Then he cried sadly, and the temperature around everyone seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.

Death Knell squatted down and looked at the other party's eyes: "Sorry, you are already dead, but now you still have a chance to avenge your murderer, what do you think?"

The ghost sobbed a few times, but there were no tears, he didn't even have a real body, and his raised face was just burning with flames.

"I would."

He answered ghostly, as if it came from a jar buried in the ground.

"Very good, then let's talk about your name first. I'm sorry, your facial features were burned by the flames, and even the eyeballs were burned, not to mention the fingerprints."

Initiated silent communication through strangulation, and asked the adjutant to send some incense candles, and took the lamp ring to help the ghost light it:

"We are investigating your case, and we must first know your identity before we can infer who the murderer is."

"It doesn't need to be so troublesome." The ghost stood up. He had no feet, but just floated in the circle: "My name is Seid, I'm the security director of Stark Industries, and that person's friend and bodyguard."

"You mean that person?" Bobo took out his little notebook and dipped the tip of a pen on his tongue, ready to record: "Did you mean Robot Head, Nito Stark? He killed you. ,Is it right?"

After listening to the gorilla's question, the ghost seemed very painful, but the meaning of the magic circle's existence is not only to bind the soul from being able to escape, but also to force him to answer the question.

So no matter how hideous his burning face became, he finally had to compromise, nodding feebly:

"That's right, the person who killed me was my boss, my friend, the superhero robot head I've always admired and loved."

After receiving this answer, Bobo exchanged glances with Death Knell a little happily. If the deceased was Nito's personal bodyguard, then he must know a lot of secrets.

"Do you know why he killed you?" The gorilla threw a straight ball.

"No, even yesterday, everything was fine woo woo woo, I hate it so much." The bodyguard covered his face and cried again, and the flames on his body also expanded.

At this time, Arabel, who was showing off his high heels, squinted and said in a demon-like voice:

"Answer the death knell question, or I'll hand you over to the current Satan McKeeken, and then you'll realize that death is far from the end, and the pain is equally endless."

As soon as these words were said, the bodyguard was too frightened to cry, and immediately answered various questions cooperatively.