Chapter 312

"Alright, the greatest detective in history, Constantine, has investigated the results you want." Constantine, holding a cigarette, stood in the center of Shiler's manor's reception room.

Shiler was leaning on the sofa reading a newspaper. He put the newspaper down a bit, revealed his eyes, looked at Constantine, and asked him: "What did you find out?"

"It's the killer of those two murder cases, right? Didn't you ask me to investigate this?"

"Then what result did you find out?"

"The person who beheaded Hawk is called Evans Falcone, and the person who sawed Richie open doesn't know what his name is, but he was wearing a suit of black and yellow armor..."

Shiler closed the newspaper in his hand, then folded it and put it aside. He pointed to the opposite sofa. Constantine walked over and sat down. Shiler said to him: "I guess, you should have gone to hell, found the souls of these two unlucky victims, and then asked them personally, right?"

"This is Hell Detective." Constantine spread his hands and said: "I said it, the focus is on hell."

"I can go directly to hell to find the souls of the dead to ask questions. There is no case in this world that I can't investigate."

"... Did you go to school?" Shiler suddenly asked him.

"Of course I did. I even studied at a university in London for a period of time."

"Then when you take an exam, if you only write a result, will you get points?"

"Uh..." Constantine touched the stubble on his chin and said: "Alright, I can reverse the process from the result."

"Although I haven't seen that person named Evans, Falcone is the surname of that Godfather, so Evans should be his son."

"The Godfather's son killed the Godfather's subordinate..." Constantine exhaled a puff of smoke, narrowed his eyes, and said with some emotion: "Perhaps it's because the former king has grown old, and the young lion is baring its fangs..."

"If the prince wants to seize the throne, he must first cut off the wings of the old imperial party. According to my understanding, the Twelve Families are the core power of the Godfather's rule over Cat Getan. If the Godfather's successor wants to take the throne, he must first dismantle these pillars."

"When he visited Hawk, Hawk wouldn't have any suspicion because he was the Godfather's son after all. Just like that, that person named Evans invited Hawk to the reception room and then cut off his head."

"And the death of Richie afterward also makes sense. The person in black and yellow armor that Richie saw should be a killer or a mercenary because only people in this profession would dress like this."

"It was Evans who hired this killer to kill Richie, just to further weaken the Godfather's power."

"After I started with Lawrence, this successor to the Godfather cleverly seized this opportunity. As long as he uses the same method as me to create murder cases after me, he can push everything onto the killer of that serial murder case..."

"Just like that, all this is the conspiracy of little Falcone. He wants to usurp the Godfather's position, so he cleared out dissidents on the grounds of the serial murder case..."

"... How is this reasoning?" Constantine looked at Shiler.

"Basically all wrong."

Constantine raised his eyebrows and said: "It shouldn't be all wrong, right? Even if the process might have loopholes, the result is at least correct, right?"

Shiler shook his head and said: "I have to admit that even if this method of yours has the suspicion of cheating, it is very easy to use in the vast majority of cases. Having the victims who have already died point out the killer is simply accurate."

"But this is Cat Getan, Constantine..." Shiler looked at Constantine and said: "You've been here for several days. Haven't you discovered yet that everything here is absurd?"

"This kind of situation you mentioned might appear in other cities and other forces, but here in Cat Getan, it's a place that is chaotic into a paste. Anything unreasonable can happen."

"So where exactly is it wrong?"

Constantine frowned. He supported his elbows on his knees, leaned his body forward, and said: "The name Evans Falcone can't be wrong. Hawk told me personally that he was the killer. I can be sure he didn't lie."

"No, even this name is wrong because the person who killed Hawk is not called Evans Falcone, but Alberto Falcone. Alberto is Evans's brother."

"Twin brothers?" Constantine's fingertips trembled slightly.

"But I heard that Falcone only has one son."

"In the flesh, he indeed only has one son. Have you heard of dual personality?"

"Oh... this is a bit of a cheat." Constantine waved his hand and said: "Except for a psychologist, who would know he has a second personality? Even the victims didn't know. This is not something that can be done through reasoning."

"Although it's a bit difficult, it's not completely impossible. If you had investigated carefully, you would know that most people's comments on Evans are 'indecisive'. It's unlikely he would have the courage to kill his father's subordinates because he wanted to take the throne."

"At least you can know that the Godfather and his son have a pretty good relationship. The conflict between the two of them hasn't reached the point of starting to seize the throne now..."

"Alright, this is because I didn't investigate carefully. Then replace Evans with Alberto. Is there any problem with the motive and method?" Constantine's voice was a bit hoarse.

"Although Alberto and the Godfather's relationship is indeed not good, and he might indeed want to replace the Godfather, he has no reason to hire a killer to kill Richie. Just like you said, if he could kill Hawk, he could use the same method to kill Richie. There is no need to borrow the hands of others."

"Alright, it seems I'm really not cut out to be a detective..." Constantine spread his hands and said: "Hell Detective's first detective career ends here..."

He took a hard puff of his cigarette. The rich smoke tumbled between his mouth and nose, covering half of his face like a mask, making it impossible to see his clenched teeth and twitching corners of his mouth.

"Constantine, you wander between heaven and hell, and the ones you deal with are all cunning demons. Even the most terrifying demon king in hell can't do anything about you."

"Even if the focus of Hell Detective is not on being a detective, you shouldn't ignore so many details and come to such a sloppy process and result, unless..."

Shiler stood up. He walked to the bookshelf behind the table. Constantine smoked one cigarette after another, and the hand holding the cigarette began to tremble violently.

Finally, he couldn't hold on anymore, as if he had lost his strength, he leaned on the sofa.

His face was pale, fresh blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and the severe pain made his whole body start to twitch.

Between his hazy vision, he saw Shiler standing opposite him, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other, aiming the bottle mouth at the wine glass and pouring wine into it.

When the wine was splashed into Constantine's mouth, he sat up like he was startled, then looked around somewhat dazed, and finally, he looked up and saw Shiler's head turn into a slowly rotating globe.

Constantine exhaled a breath. Even in a dream, his fingertips trembled a bit. He lit a cigarette again and stuffed it into his mouth before he felt better.

"Even in the second before death, people can dream, or rather, this is the best time to dream. The lantern of life is the best beautiful dream."

"... Is that so?" Constantine turned his head slowly, looked out the window, and said: "... I have never had a beautiful dream."

"But I know..." Accompanied by the words was Constantine's long sigh: "... This can't be blamed on the Dream God."

Accompanied by the curling smoke, Constantine began his narration.

"Before I was born, I had a brother. We were twins. We shared the space in our mother's belly and the nutrients she gave us."

"One day, right in my mother's belly, I strangled him with the umbilical cord. Before I was born, I killed my own brother, and then snatched away all the space and nutrients."

"And this also caused my mother to hemorrhage during childbirth and die in labor. When I was just born, I killed my own mother."

"My mother died because of me, so my father hated me very much. After he committed a crime and went to prison, I was fostered by other relatives."

"It was also during this period of life that I began to come into contact with magic. After my father was released from prison, in order to retaliate for his indifference, I cursed him with the magic I had just learned. He didn't die, but became very weak and painful."

"Then, I began to perform all over the world as a band member, causing more trouble, harming more people, and in a certain accident that caused me to be locked in a mental hospital, I awakened to the understanding of my own destiny, and then saw all this..."

"More importantly, I saw a shadow that has always accompanied me. That is my brother, my own brother who was killed by me before he was born. He didn't die, but turned into a curse that has always entangled me..."

"We two are twins. I have unparalleled magic talent, and he does too. The curse he turned into has always surrounded me, hiding under the bed every night, taking away my beautiful dreams, and I know that he wants more than this."

"He is just to torture me, make me painful and collapse, and then kill me."

"This curse is eroding my body bit by bit, from dreams to soul, and then to flesh, bringing me severe pain, year after year. I have tried all exorcism rituals, but they have no effect."

"Why?"

"When I killed him, he hadn't been born yet. After his soul turned into a curse, it accompanied me to be born. We are one person, therefore, any exorcism ritual will have no effect..."

"But I must solve this problem because he is about to kill me..." Constantine coughed twice, relaxed his body, leaned on the back of the sofa, looking somewhat enjoyable, and said: "The moment I entered your dream space, I was stunned. I haven't been this relaxed for many years."

Constantine's rhythm of smoking finally slowed down, and the smoke became thinner. Shiler asked: "So it's because of your brother that you wanted to find the Dream God?"

"That's right, because I found that he seems to be able to interfere with my dreams, bringing me all kinds of nightmares. I thought, maybe this is related to the Dream God, maybe Morpheus can have a solution."

"But before I came, I didn't hold much hope because in the last meeting with the Dream God, he told me he couldn't give me a beautiful dream. I don't know why, but maybe he was expressing refusal."

"Therefore, I also prepared another plan."

"What is that?"

"Lorena Sanchez, a Ghost Mother who specializes in dealing with children." Constantine narrowed his eyes and said: "The curse on me is in the image of a fetus, and everything related to fetuses, infants, and children is managed by the Ghost Mother."

"Lorena has been in Cat Getan for a long time, but it's not because she likes staying here, but because her grandmother once reached a contract with a mysterious force here..."

"And that mysterious force is called... Owl Priest."