Origin of all things Arkham

Chapter 82
As the sun sets, the orange sunlight passes through the high-rise buildings in the city, passes through the barriers of glass and curtains, and slowly slides in the room.

Sliding over a corner of a messy quilt, over a wrinkled sheet, over...a man's stubbled face.

"Hmm...it's dawn so soon...?"

Konstantin rubbed his eyes in a daze, then grabbed the electronic clock beside the bed and glanced sleepily.

"Oh, it's afternoon."

Picking up the wine glass on the bedside table and taking a sip to refresh himself, Constantine began to recall what happened to him last night.

no idea.

"This is……

Whose house is this?Who is this woman?Where are my clothes? "

…………

Ten minutes later, Constantine staggered out of the door of the apartment.

The setting sun in the sky has been half swallowed by the horizon, and the light shining along the main road presents a strange fiery red color.

"Huh... What a coincidence, I shouldn't wake up at this time."

Constantine, who is used to being a nocturnal creature, seems to have not seen the sun at this time for a long time.

This made him somewhat uncomfortable.

Tighten the windbreaker on his body, the air is still a bit cold at this time, making people uncomfortable.

Turning around, looking up at the tall apartment building, Constantine turned his face slightly: "Maybe I should promise her to stay for a while."

That's what he said, but Konstantin didn't have the slightest nostalgia. He took out the crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, took out an equally crumpled cigarette, put it in his mouth, and touched his pocket.

"I should have asked for the lighter back from Lynn. I don't know when this bastard will remember to look for me."

While smoking an unlit cigarette, he walked aimlessly along the street, and Constantine himself was not sure where he should go tonight.

Perhaps finding another place to drink some wine would be a good choice.

When passing by a man standing with his back in the wind to light a cigarette, Constantine lit the cigarette in his mouth, and by the way, used a street trick to get the guy's lighter into his pocket.

Well, it's actually stealing.

In addition to being a real magician, Constantine is also an expert in deception, a street magician, and a skilled thief.

Most of the time, Constantine would choose to use methods other than magic to achieve his goals, because he knew that there would be a price for that.

"Wow! What a unique bar!"

As he walked, Constantine began to habitually stop taking the main road and take the small road. As he walked, the sky became darker, and the more he walked, the more he deviated from the bustling area in the center of the city.

When he reached a certain intersection located at the junction of many underground forces, under the dim light of the street lamps that flickered on and off, Constantine saw a bar with gorgeous lights and disorderly lights, full of all kinds of light pollution.

"Ha, here it is!"

Constantine found his place for the night.

……

Pushing open the door of the bar, the familiar feeling came instantly.

Casually flirting with the casually dressed bunny girl standing inside the door, Constantine found his sense of being alive again amidst the loud voices and smoke filled with various alcohol smells.

On the way to the bar, Constantine felt gazes of unknown meaning from all directions.

But he didn't care.

Seeing those people sitting in a dark booth far away from the crowd, whispering to each other and making frequent eye contact, Constantine knew that these guys must have done nothing illegal.

For Constantine, who deals with all kinds of dark things almost every day, he can tell the approximate identity of these people just from their gestures, as well as the location and type of tattoos.

It was nothing more than some vigorous social groups selling washing powder, and that was not something he, Constantine, was willing to take care of.

that whoever?
oh.Gordon.Yes, this is what he should manage.

"Let's leave the affairs of human beings to human beings to deal with...

Whiskey, no ice. "

Picking up a glass of pure whiskey, Constantine opened his mouth and bowed his neck. While he was gesturing to urge the next glass, the bartender at the bar was watching him carefully.

Messy hair, neglected beard, cigarette in hand, wine glass picked up again, beige windbreaker...

It looks more and more like...

"Hello, sir."

The bartender poured an extra glass of tequila, pushed the glass in front of Constantine, and asked politely, "I have a question for you."

"Huh? Huh."

Constantine found it very interesting.

It seems that I still enjoy a certain prestige in the secular world.

After drinking the wine in the glass in one gulp, Constantine opened his gradually blurred eyes and smiled with a trace of unknown pride. He lifted his chin slightly and picked up the glass of tequila.

"You seem to know who I am, tell me, is there anything you want to ask me, or what troubles have you encountered?
Let me guess, a sudden intrusion?Inescapable evil?Still disappointed in the dark after struggling?

Ha...that's what I'm dealing with.Tell me what your problem is. "

The bartender's eyes were getting brighter, but he remained emotionally stable, at least he seemed stable.

Lowering his head and crossing his upper body over the bar, the bartender looked around and asked in a low voice, "...excuse me, your name is..."

"Ah? You don't know? Then you..."

"Hehe, I just want to make sure."

With a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other, he spit out a smoke ring smartly and drank the wine in the glass. Constantine raised his head again and raised his volume: "I, Constantine."

In the next second, the bar, which was full of people, fell silent.

The music was still not so soothing, and the air was still turbid, but everyone stopped making a sound, and turned their heads to Constantine's position in unison.

They were expressionless, as if they had found some prey.

This... what's wrong with this... can't they all be possessed by demons...

Even Constantine, who has been walking in dim light and darkness all year round, has never seen such a strange scene.

These people are obviously normal human beings...

"You are……"

Click!

"I found him first!!"

The bartender was still smiling professionally a moment ago, and the bartender who asked the question carefully suddenly took out a big gun from under the bar, gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and pointed the muzzle at everyone with a frenzied and excited face.

Before Constantine could understand what was going on, there was a sound of clicking behind him.

He turned his head slowly, and all he could see was a bunch of muzzles.

"I must have drunk too much today..."

………………

Lying on a rocking chair, Lin En gently stroked the head of the kitten lying in his arms, and looked out the window with sleepy eyes.

Behind him, there was a group of restless people standing in an isolated form. They were of different heights, young and old, but if anyone recognized one of them, he probably knew the others as well.

They are all the bosses of dynamic social groups, bosses.

"Why haven't I found it yet..."

Lin En suddenly made a sound, which made everyone tremble in fright.

His eyes turned to the blood stains under Lin En's recliner, and he didn't care to wipe off the cold sweat on his head. An old man who had been standing for a long time stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Could it be that he's not here?" This city..."

"Then I don't care."

Lynn's tone was lazy and without accent: "Anyway, someone will help me find him."

"……Yes Yes……"

The old man backed away, with more sweat on his face.

Another excruciating minute, or 1 years later, someone's cell phone rang.

A person standing behind Lin En took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, connected the phone, said a few words in a panic, and immediately walked a few steps with a happy face, and handed the mobile phone to Lin En.

"Mr. Lin, I found it!"

"Yes, well done!"

After taking the phone and putting it to his ear, Lynn heard a bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang.

"crooked?"

Lin En took the phone away a little bit, with a puzzled look on his face: "You guys...do you have such a strong New Year flavor?"

(End of this chapter)