Chapter 624

"As I said, I am also one of a set of twins. However, my brother was never born; he was strangled by the umbilical cord while still in my mother's womb. I was the only one born, but I am also a natural-born medium."

"From the moment I was born, I could see those strange things. However, I wasn't as kind-hearted as you two sisters. After discovering this ability, I didn't feel afraid; instead, I wanted to learn more and explore the secrets behind this power."

"In the process of learning, I killed my pet cat, nearly killed my own father, and due to a mistake, caused the deaths of everyone in a theater, as well as several friends and many more innocent people."

Constantine spoke lightly, but Angela stared at him the entire time. The female detective didn't understand how this man could be so cold-blooded.

"Don't look at me with that expression. I know I'm not a good person, but I didn't have a choice." Constantine flicked his cigarette ash and continued, "I said this is a curse. On my 27th birthday, a demon found me."

Angela opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to ask why he was still here, but before she could, Constantine answered, "I know what you want to ask. The demon that came for me had all its power drained by me and was sent crawling back to Hell. I believe the partners in Hell will treat it well."

"Do you understand now? Unlike your sister, I am different, which is why I am alive and she is dead." Constantine turned back and said, "If you truly want to solve this problem, you had better calm down quickly, and then we can talk."

Angela used the last of her strength to crawl up from the floor. She gripped her handgun tightly, as if it could provide her with some sense of security. She walked shakily to the sofa and sat down, then covered her face with both hands.

Constantine sat opposite her again and said, "Normally, I shouldn't get involved in this, but I didn't expect to meet someone in this world who shared my experience. So, I suppose I can offer you some advice."

"I only want to find out who the killer of Isabelle is and make them pay the price!" Angela leaned back on the sofa, helpless, and said, "I couldn't stop my parents from sending her to the mental hospital. She spent her best years there."

"After I became independent, I tried several times to take her out of the mental hospital, but she refused every time. Now, she is dead. Before she died, she never enjoyed a single day of normal life." Tears streamed down Angela's face; the grief filled the entire room.

Constantine smoked in silence and said, "I said, I don't have the ability to resurrect anyone. You don't understand what resurrection actually entails."

"Resurrection is a trap set by demons. On the path of seeking resurrection, you will commit more sins, kill more people, sacrifice everything of your own, sacrifice everything of others, and in the end, you will have nothing left."

"When you finish all of this, you will discover that the person who supposedly returned from the dead is not your relative or friend at all; they are merely a shadow of a demon, a lure. All of this is a scam."

Angela took a deep breath and said, "If Isabelle truly cannot be resurrected, then I must bring the killer to justice!"

(Zero Point Reading)

She gritted her teeth and said, "I don't care if they are angels or demons, and I don't care what kind of powerful abilities they have. I must make them know that they will pay the price for their crimes!"

Constantine's hand holding the cigarette paused, as if he hadn't expected Angela to give such an answer. Looking at this female detective again, he saw an unusual firmness and tenacity between her brows.

This told Constantine that she must be a good cop. If she didn't have such firm resolve, she wouldn't have been able to bring criminals to justice in case after case.

"If we are to do this, we must figure out who took your sister's soul. So, where did she die?" Constantine asked.

"She lived in the mental hospital until she died, and she died in her hospital room." Angela closed her eyes and said in a trembling voice, "She died in... Anderson Mental Hospital."

"... Anderson Mental Hospital?" Bruce looked up at the ornate English script on the side door's nameplate and read it aloud.

"If I recall correctly, Anderson was a great tycoon in Metropolis during the last century. The Anderson family's reputation is renowned along the East Coast because they built quite a few hospitals. You can see hospitals bearing the Anderson name in several surrounding cities as well," Luo De said, looking at the name.

Bruce just glanced at it but said nothing, continuing to walk forward. In the United States, there are many hospitals named after people; most were donated by tycoons or established privately, like the Arkham Asylum in Gotham, which was founded and named by Arkham.

There wasn't much security at the side door. Bruce and Luo De successfully snuck in. Not far from the wall was the main building of the mental hospital on the east side. Bruce and Luo De followed the shortest route and quickly entered the hospital.

Standing by the window in the second-floor corridor, Bruce narrowed his eyes and looked at the situation in the courtyard. Just as he had said, the place was filled with anomalies; there were simply too many guards patrolling the yard.

Suddenly, they heard movement downstairs. Bruce and Luo De immediately found a room to hide in. They were lucky; it was an empty patient room with no one staying in it, and the door was closed tightly, making it difficult to be discovered.

Standing by the door, Bruce heard a man and a woman talking outside. The man spoke first, his tone slightly anxious: "Tell me, what should we do now? Ms. Pailuo is dead, and the bank president is dead. What about our research?"

"Don't panic. Isn't there still plenty of research funding left? Even if this business deal didn't go through, it won't affect the next phase of our experiments."

"But even if the next phase's funding isn't used up, what about the experiments after that? Who else can donate to us? Even without mentioning funding, how can we get the Geological Bureau to cooperate with our subsequent experiments?"

"Don't forget, the most critical step is the deployment. We must have enough understanding of Metropolis's underground water veins to ensure the effectiveness of the deployment. We only have one chance to deploy; if something goes wrong, all our previous efforts will be wasted."

"Don't be impatient." The female voice remained calm: "It is precisely because this hospital is located at the confluence of Metropolis's underground water veins flowing into the sea that we chose to conduct experiments here. The underground water resources here are enough for our research."

"You are too conservative! We..."

The two argued as they slowly walked away. It wasn't until their voices and footsteps disappeared down the corridor that Bruce stepped out from the room. He turned back to Luo De and said, "Did you hear that? They said there is an experiment underway here..."

"Where would the data be kept?" Luo De frowned and asked.

Then, both of them looked down at the ground simultaneously. Bruce said, "The research laboratory related to underground water veins must be underground. Just now, I observed the building structure; there should be a basement here."

As he spoke, he walked quickly to the window and said, "According to what they said, the Pailuo Company and the Central Bank are both aware of this experiment. I suspect these people might have been transferred from a military district..."

"Let's go. We'll go down and see what kind of mischief they are up to." Luo De turned and headed downstairs.

The two followed the stairs all the way to the first floor and began searching for the entrance to the basement. As expected, the entrance was locked, and the security inside was even tighter.

"Let's go back up and find the key," Bruce said without hesitation, because he knew that observing here for any longer would be useless. This kind of door could not be breached by brute force, and besides, they didn't have the means to break it down right now.

The two continued upward. Since it was the middle of the night, most of the patients and researchers were asleep, so they didn't encounter any obstruction and reached the fourth floor, where patients were staying.

Bruce and Luo De had originally intended to pass through this floor and then use the skybridge on this level to reach the fourth floor of the opposite building to find the staff dormitory.

However, while passing through this floor, they discovered that every room was occupied by a patient, except for one room on the right-hand side, which was empty.

Bruce paused in front of the patient room for a moment, took out a miniature flashlight, and shone it on the nameplate. It read "Isabelle Dodicen," with the diagnosis of "delusional disorder," and a hospitalization time of 16 years.

Bruce frowned. Luo De stepped forward and asked, "What's wrong? Is there anything unusual about this patient?"

"This isn't right. I once interned at the Arkham Mental Hospital. It is true that some patients stay in mental hospitals for 10 years or even longer due to mental issues, but the diagnosis doesn't fit."

"No one would stay here for such a long time due to delusional disorder. In 16 years, even if she hadn't recovered, her family would have sought other alternatives; they wouldn't just leave her here indefinitely."

"Moreover, delusional disorder is one of the mental illnesses that responds relatively well to medication. Unless there is absolutely no improvement in symptoms, it's impossible to stay here for such a long time."

As he spoke, Bruce gently turned the doorknob. To his surprise, the door opened with a light push.

After walking in, they found a very clean and tidy room with only a hospital bed, a small nightstand, a wardrobe, and a small television facing the bed.

The moment he entered the room, Bruce paused. He stopped Luo De from entering and said, "There is a smell of blood here..."

Bruce tensed his body, crouching slightly to lower his center of gravity, while simultaneously searching the room for enemies with his gaze. After checking for a long time, he discovered that it was indeed an empty room.

Thus, he and Luo De walked in. The two took their flashlights and began to investigate the room. While Luo De was rummaging through the wardrobe, he suddenly discovered that a wooden board at the bottom of the wardrobe was loose. He reached out to pry it, but couldn't, so he called Bruce over.

Bruce pressed down on the wooden board and pried it outward with force. With a "crack," the board came off, and a letter was stuck to the bottom of the board. Bruce easily tore off the loose envelope. He saw that written on the envelope were the words:

"To my dearest sister."