Doomsday Paradise

Chapter 1867 Rolling Desire and Darkness
It was not the first time for Lin Sanjiu to experience other people's memories and personalities, but this time, she could hardly tell where she ended and where Constantine began.

There was some kind of force that crushed her mercilessly, squeezed her and Constantine's pieces together like a big steel hand; she couldn't even tell the "who am I?" "The personality of this idea, is it her, Constantine, or the fusion of the two.

Is this a copy of the Twelve Realms, or is it a huge city called the City of Liberty beyond countless times and spaces?
Lin Sanjiu opened his mouth lightly, his unfamiliar voice melted into an unfamiliar song, and was slowly dispersed by the microphone in the dimly lit club.

Constantine's level is only average; it's just that she's in great spirits tonight.

In the empty club, there were only the two tables of men opposite, and two or three half-drunk bottles of spirits on the table.Everything was just as she had mastered and planned; neither side knew anything of the dark net that was rolling down upon them.

She had already heard about the cadre named Juan, but now he saw that the man was as fluffy and tasteless as chewed bagasse.Even if she was completely unprepared and sent in a batch of goods, this person alone was not a threat.

Constantine naturally had no hobby of singing to the dead.

It's just that there is a bit of weight tonight, she still prefers to come and see for herself.

When Juan led a group into the club, she was the security guard who stood in the shadows and opened the door for them.Nobody noticed that she wasn't actually a guy, after all she was half a head taller than the tallest guy in the group.

Konstinai lowered his eyes slightly, watching the group of people walk past him one by one, almost with some joy, secretly wishing them a smooth and successful night.

At this moment, she saw the young man with his head half down, his long hair covering his face in a mess, his hands in his trouser pockets, walking past her silently.

The dozen or so people didn't sit down in the hall, they went straight up the stairs and went to the rooftop.Ten minutes later, they came down again and found two tables on the side of the stage to sit down——after looking at the place where they were about to start for a while, the tension and excitement floating around them were so strong that it seemed that when they stretched out their hands, can touch.

Constantine stretched out her arms to them, her long velvet gloves flickering under the light.Accompanied by the next line of lyrics, she withdrew her hand, and her light golden fingertips slowly stroked the face of the young man in the crowd in the distance.

The men who cast their gazes at her probably thought the gesture was part of the singer's performance.

Looking closer now, she realized that he didn't look like a teenager; he was just skinny like a teenager, wearing a baggy coat that made him look even more undeveloped.But he looked at least eighteen or nineteen, and should be an adult—for adult men, Constantine could send them on the road with peace of mind.

Juan didn't seem to feel it at all, there were at least four people around him, and they didn't treat him as a leader.Constantine was naturally extremely sensitive to power, force and manipulation; the secret obedience and quiet loyalty of those few people seemed to revolve around the same young man...

Juan asked him something, and the young man looked at Constantine and shook his head.

She wants to laugh.

It was a very good entertainment tonight, which was not often in her life.

After a few unintelligible conversations, the young man suddenly picked up the unmoving brandy in front of him, and slowly wet his hair.The few people around him were stunned for a moment; but he just stretched out his hand and pushed back his wet black hair, revealing a narrow and thin face.

As if half shy and half uninterested, he lowered his eyelids slightly.

The wet eyelashes, the cheeks where the wine dripped down, the tip of the nose, the glossy lips... The golden orange spirit seemed to condense the halo, and the honey-like light shone on that face. The pupils suddenly sank into nothingness.

...It's a pity that such a child will die tonight.

It's all death, if only she could do it herself, Constantine thought of this, and slightly suppressed a longing gasp.But no, a plan is a plan.

"Okay, don't sing anymore, wait for me to find you!"

When Juan led the people upstairs, he turned around and shouted loudly at the stage.

She stopped singing and watched them walk out the door.

She thought it was the last time she saw the child; she didn't expect that only three or ten minutes later, he was wounded and pale, and pushed open the door of her dressing room.

When Constantine saw him in the mirror, she almost let out a groan—she managed to maintain the illusion of a "female singer" for a minute or two; it was too difficult, if she pretended to be longer, She was afraid she was going to tremble all over.

"I kid you not, the soundproofing of this club is very good."

His hair was dry, and when it slipped through his fingers, it still had a faint aroma of wine.A small pistol was buried so deep in his black hair that it was almost hidden from view.

"However, I saw the general process on the roof from the surveillance... Are you the last one left? Welcome back."

Konstantin was half bent, and was on the same level as the eyes of the person in the mirror.The difference in appearance between the two in the mirror was so stark; even when she saw it herself, she felt as if the next second, she would press her lips down and suck his blood dry.

Of course, Constantine is just a normal woman.

She stretched out her hand, put back the black hair that covered his face, and said in a low voice, "You still look better like this, don't you?"

The Adam's apple slipped up and down in the mirror.

A pair of eyes can be both transparent and bright, but also dark and empty.

"Put the gun on the ground," she murmured.

He opened his hand obediently, and the scorpion submachine gun fell on the carpet with a muffled sound.

It's really... so cute.

He was so good that no one would be willing to kill him with a single shot.

"I've thought about it before, why not many people have seen the supplier himself..."

When he spoke, he never took his eyes off Constantine's eyes in the mirror, as if he was afraid that if he turned his eyes away, Constantine would disappear.I don't know if it was because of the injury, but his voice was hoarse, and in my ears, it seemed that the edge of the nails scratched her spine a little bit.

"So, the people you put on the train..."

"Beside me, there are also troubles that need to be solved."

On the contrary, Constantine didn't understand - this should be something that can be thought of immediately.As soon as she knew that someone was going to do something to the most important shipment in recent times, she knew who to put in the car.

He doesn't look stupid, and he shouldn't even be able to figure this out.

Constantine's answer made him frown instead.

"You originally wanted to use our hands to get rid of the people you want to get rid of for you. Then the second car you arranged will kill us all when we let our guard down... right? "

Constantine smiled slightly.

Her hand that wasn't holding the gun was pressed on his bare shoulder, using the warmth as a support point; she stretched out one leg and kicked it away from under the chair Scorpion submachine gun.

In the space of a few words, this young man—no, this young man, with his uninjured leg, has already quietly moved closer to the chair.

"I almost forgot, the gun is still here." Her voice was almost humming out of her nose.

After Juan waited for the group to leave, she couldn't hold back and drank a little brandy alone in the dressing room.Constantine didn't expect that he would need to do something tonight.

The gun was obviously kicked away; but there was a sudden smile on the face in the mirror, which instantly made her doubt his age again.

"I really have a doubt."

He also seems to know that every time he opens his mouth to speak, he prolongs his life by a few seconds.

"It seems that your monitoring coverage is not great...or you can't see clearly at night." He leaned on the back of the chair, raised his head slightly, and almost touched the back of her gun, using her gun as a pillow.

Constantine's fingertips stroked and caressed the trigger lightly.

He must have heard that small voice too.At this time, it seemed that the whole world died, and only the two of them were left; in the silence closed by the door of the dressing room, even when he opened his mouth to speak, the sound of moist lips and tongue could be heard.

"Then you tell me?"

"I didn't kill the person you put on the train."

Constantine felt her eyebrows twitch slightly.

He had it; and she knew he had it. "When I came to the door of the second carriage, it was as if I had been abandoned. There was no sound or light inside."

Knowing that he might be talking nonsense, Constantine couldn't help asking, "Oh?"

Because the surveillance coverage of the club she saw was indeed not large enough, and she also thought about why the shootout ended so early and so violently.

"So I climbed out of the train," he whispered in Constantine's ear as if telling her a story, "and climbed onto the second car. I slid down the side of the car and looked in the window. A glance..."

"What did you see?"

The two figures in the mirror seemed to be rubbing hands together, intertwined with each other in the smell of blood and the metallic smell of bullets.

"Total darkness."

"Are you trying to make me angry on purpose?" Konstantin bit her blood-red lips, almost laughing.

"No, you don't understand."

But he suddenly seemed serious, and said in a steady tone: "Moonlight, the light in the first car, the neon sign light, the lights in the nearby buildings... The outside world is not completely dark. I mean, it's as dark as ink." ...Only in the second carriage, there are balls of thick black like ink. The light is reflected in, as if shining on the balls of ink that have lost weight. Those balls of blackness are rolling slowly in the air. "

Constantine straightened up.She is not interested in fantasy.

"Your subordinates are also rolling together in the blackness. One of their arms has a statue of the Virgin carved on it..." He raised his eyes and said.

Their eyes really met for the first time.

Constinai had goosebumps shuddering.

　I found that the title of the last chapter was garbled by the starting point... Isn't it just an ampersand... Lin Sanjiu finally showed his face, gratifying to congratulate.

PS: The only physical contact these two had was a press on the shoulders!Nothing else!Don't lock me!
　
(End of this chapter)