Chapter 623

Ten minutes later, the awakened Angela discovered that she appeared in a bathtub; she vigilantly raised her upper body, and then discovered the blond man sitting beside her.

Constantine sat on the edge of the bathtub with a constipated expression, turned to Angela and said: "Sorry, there might be some misunderstanding here; I thought you were some guys who had traded with me before but whose debt-collecting methods weren't very civilized."

"What the hell is going on?!" Angela just finished saying this sentence, and coughed twice; the violent vomiting just now made her entire stomach still twitching.

Constantine pursed his lips, made a helpless expression, and said: "I already called Midnight Daddy to confirm just now; it was indeed him who introduced you; I'm really sorry; recently there have been a lot of creditors coming to the door; my vigilance is a bit strong, which can't be said to be wrong, right?"

Angela used all her strength to sit up from the bathtub, leaned against the wall, raised her head to stick the back of her head to the wall, squinted her eyes hard, took a deep breath, tried hard to alleviate the physiological discomfort, and then looked at Constantine and said: "You lunatic, they said you were a divine detective, but in my eyes, you are completely a liar!"

Saying this, she tried hard to stand up from the bathtub; while standing up, she said: "I shouldn't have held any illusions about you group of charlatans; how could that kind of thing be real? Get out of the way! I'm going back!"

"Wait a minute!" Constantine stretched out a hand to stop her; he said: "Don't you want to know the truth about your sister's death?"

Constantine stood up, stretched out a hand to stop Angela's actions, but now, Angela's body was drenched with water, and the wet clothes clung tightly to her body, outlining a graceful figure; Constantine touched her waist as soon as he reached out; Constantine pulled his hand back as if he had been electrocuted.

It wasn't that this lecherous devil had a change of heart, mainly because he saw the very obvious police badge on Angela's chest; he had some ways to deal with demons, but if he were really caught by this female police officer, he would have to spend a lot of effort to run out.

Angela glared at him, and then said, "I said, get out of the way! Don't expect me to listen to another word from a charlatan like you!"

Just when Constantine and Angela were deadlocked, a loud "bang" suddenly came from outside the bathroom door; Constantine turned his head, magic light instantly lit up on his hands; he stretched out a hand to Angela and said: "Shh, don't make a sound; wait for me here."

Saying this, he walked slowly toward the outside of the bathroom door; by the time his figure disappeared outside the bathroom door, Angela narrowed her eyes; she stepped out of the bathtub, arrived at the crack of the door, looked out, and then, she saw a terrifying black monster standing at the door of Constantine's apartment.

"Uh..." Angela let out a terrified low sound, but instantly, she covered her mouth, not letting herself make any more sounds; and at this time, she saw that a kind of rich black energy suddenly appeared on Constantine's body, who had walked out.

Constantine said in a low voice: "A demon from the depths of Hell? How could you appear here? I don't remember making a deal with you... You crossed the line."

That demon roared, using a kind of sharp voice and said: "Constantine, you owe debts and don't pay, you've provoked too many demons; you will pay the price!"

"Zero Point Reading"

Constantine snorted coldly and said: "Perhaps I will pay the price, but the person who judges me will absolutely not be you, even if it's your master, it won't work; get out!"

That demon roared, countless insects composed of energy turned into a storm, wrapped his body, and then surrounded Constantine.

Constantine stretched out a hand, black energy turned into flames, and flew toward the insects; those insects were instantly ignited into ashes, and the flames also spread to that demon's body.

The demon kept letting out screams; Constantine stretched his arm forward again, and energy sprayed out; the demon screamed and shouted: "Impossible!

Where did you get such rich energy?! You sold your soul!"

Watching the demon slowly annihilate in the flames, Constantine smiled and said: "... You only just found out?"

He stood in place, shook his arm, turned around and went back, and saw Angela standing at the bathroom door in shock; Constantine turned around and went back, saying: "Oh! Um... just now it was a letter carrier; I've already sent him away; continue talking about your sister's problem."

"But I clearly saw..."

"Uh, yes, I have a habit of praying when I receive letters; there will be some strange movements; don't mind it..." Constantine explained perfunctorily.

Because he knew that if there was no Spirit Realm vision, ordinary humans couldn't possibly see demons; he estimated that what Angela saw just now was him gesturing at the air for a long time.

As a natural psychic who could see these special existences from birth, Constantine had long been accustomed to the shocked gazes of all kinds of people; when he was young, he might have explained it, saying he wasn't a lunatic, but now his attitude is, I am a lunatic, what can you do to me?

He would stay in Cat Getan for so long, also because, in Cat Getan, no one took him for a lunatic, because there are people here crazier than him; shouting at the air, gesturing, what does that count as? As long as he doesn't commit massacres, kidnappings, and bombings, that counts as a good citizen.

Constantine walked toward the sofa; seeing Angela still standing in place without moving, he turned his head and asked: "What's wrong?... Alright, what happened before was my fault; I apologize to you; I'm a bit nervous; why don't you just treat me as a mental patient."

"I saw it! That demon! That is... that is a demon, right? Black... there were many insects around it, and then you brought out another kind of flame and burned it to death..."

Angela finished saying this segment stammeringly, and then covered her eyes, rubbed them hard, and said: "No, that's not right! I should have been unable to see this kind of thing since I was 12; how could I..."

Constantine, however, stared, walked forward, grabbed Angela's wrists with both hands, took her hands away, then looked straight into her eyes, and said: "You can see those things? You are a psychic?!"

"Hey! You damn bitch! Are you playing with me?!" Constantine shook off Angela's wrists hard and said: "Where are you a newcomer from? Don't you know the rules of this trade? Exorcists can't meet each other; even if you want to visit, you must notify in advance!"

"No, I'm not; I'm not any exorcist... otherwise I wouldn't have needed to come find you." Angela took a deep breath, calmed down her somewhat fearful emotions, and said: "Remember what I told you? My sister and I could see that kind of thing from childhood."

"I thought, the kind of thing you referred to was just some ordinary ghosts and monsters; a child's spiritual sense is relatively high, so being able to see that kind of thing isn't strange."

"But you didn't tell me that you could still see demons until now!" Constantine raised his tone; obviously, he discovered that Angela didn't understand the seriousness of this matter, so he put his hands on his hips, shook his head helplessly, and explained:

"All people who can see demons are people chosen by demons; that is to say, only if your soul is reserved by demons will they allow you to see them; this has nothing to do with spiritual sense or anything; it's a curse, a terrible curse."

"But I never believed this point!" Angela walked quickly to the sofa; she waved her arm and said somewhat brokenly: "My sister and I could both see that kind of hallucination; she told her family all about this, but my parents treated her as a mental patient and sent her to an insane asylum."

"I once feared these things too, but later, I began to refuse to believe they were real; I thought all of this was a hallucination..." Angela took a deep breath, covered her forehead, sat down, and then said: "Until I was 12, I couldn't see them at all anymore."

Constantine stood in place; he said somewhat coldly: "Why do you think you suddenly couldn't see them anymore?"

"Because I never believed they were real; as long as I don't believe, they won't hurt me!" Angela emphasized her tone and said.

"No." Constantine denied; he walked to the opposite side of Angela, looked into Angela's eyes, and said: "Because they chose your sister."

Angela stared straight into Constantine's eyes; there seemed to be a kind of magic in this man's eyes, making people sink into it, unable to extricate themselves.

Suddenly, she saw a kind of sadness in Constantine's eyes; this kind of emotion shouldn't have appeared in his gaze; she heard Constantine say:

"Whether it's twin sisters or twin brothers, the souls of all twins have substitutability; demons only need one."

"They will cast a curse on both of you, letting you see them, and after that, you couldn't see them, not because of what you didn't believe in them, but because..." Constantine paused, and then continued: "The demon chose your sister between you and your sister, and gave up on you."

"Impossible!" Angela shouted: "You don't understand; the two of us are the same; we..."

"There's nothing impossible." Constantine lowered his head, reached out to pick up the water cup in front of him, and drank it in one gulp, seemingly having more words he didn't say.

But Angela's emotions were a bit broken; she said loudly: "You group of damn liars! What demons, what devils, are all illusions; I never believed..."

"You must be an accomplice of that murderer! You colluded to kill my sister, and then pushed it onto demons; this is basically a scam; I will bring you to justice..."

Constantine sighed, looking at Angela, who was disheveled standing in front of him; he had seen many people like this; there are people in this world who completely don't believe in the existence of supernatural events; obviously, Angela was one of them.

"If you don't believe, then leave." Constantine also appeared somewhat exhausted; he turned his head, drank another sip of water, stood up, and intended to walk toward his bedroom.

Suddenly, he heard a series of unusual movements behind him; the sound of a bullet being loaded rang out; turning around again, Angela took out a handgun, and the pitch-black muzzle pointed at Constantine.

From the eyes under her hair, one could tell that this female police officer had already reached the edge of losing her reason; all kinds of pressure were pressing on her, and she had already completely broken down.

Constantine's gaze also became colder, seemingly not wanting to talk nonsense with Angela anymore; he waved his hand, the gun was knocked away, and then he walked into the bedroom without looking back, "bang," closing the door.

As soon as he walked to his bed, untied his tie, and took off his coat, he heard a sound of sobbing coming from outside the door; Constantine stood in the center of the room and lit a cigarette.

He took a puff of the cigarette, raised his head, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

Angela, who was leaning on the back of the sofa and sobbing, heard the sound of the bedroom door opening, but she was completely unable to look; until a shadow covered her head, and the slightly choking smell of cigarettes drifted over; she raised her head and saw Constantine's face.

Constantine lowered his head to smoke, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "How old is your sister?"

"... Same age as me, 27 this year."

Constantine closed his eyes and said: "Sure enough."

He took a deep breath and said: "I said, the reason why you suddenly couldn't see that kind of thing wasn't an accident, and it also has to do with your sister's death; she should have been taken away by a demon."

"How do you know?" Angela still wanted to make a final struggle.

"Because when I was 27, they also came."