The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 54 Experts
"interesting."

Li Ang stretched calmly, wiped off the dust on his body, wiped away all the footprints on the ground with his shoes, and then walked out of the textile factory.

There is a source suffix on the forum, which shows that the post was sent from an Apple mobile phone, which saves a lot of trouble.
When Li Ang returned to downtown Gotham, he turned on a machine in the internet cafe, found the phone's IP log and routing table, and checked the logical and physical connections level by level, and finally located the specific fruit phone device in the form of a Google map. display.

"According to the speed of movement, the owner of the mobile phone is now in the car, the direction of the car is leading to the upper city, and it is indeed a child of a rich family. Only this kind of good education is just as eager to break away from the shackles of parents and elders like their peers. , so that I can find excitement when I have nothing to do, and hold this kind of unreliable spiritual ceremony that I don't know the principle of."

Li Ang left the Internet cafe, walked into the dark and secluded alley, took out the mask and sunglasses from his backpack, put on the sunglasses, and stuck his fingers into the cracks between the bricks and stones of the high-rise building. Follow the instructions on the map and head towards the high-end residential area.

It is said that it is a community, but it is not much different from villas. Row upon row of three or four-story luxury villas are built on the hillside, each with a rippling outdoor swimming pool and a spacious backyard, which can be seen through the floor-to-ceiling transparent windows. Simple and luxurious interior decoration.

Those who can live here are the most important people in the city, the hospital director, the star of the show business, the chairman of the foundation. According to the chats of ordinary people, the higher the status of the villas these big people live in, the more proof they are financially strong, The status is prominent.

Li Ang hid his figure in the overgrown bushes, moved up and down to avoid the ubiquitous surveillance cameras, turned over and jumped on the white pine branches serving as a landscape, and observed the changes in the position of the iPhone.

Following the movement of the small red dot on Google Maps, a bright red Porsche slowly drove up the hill and came into Li Ang's sight.

Then, under the bright light of the street lights below, one could see that the driver was just as he guessed, a petite Caucasian girl wearing a white sweatshirt, but her face was haggard, her hair was messy, and her eyes were red, obviously she had just cried.

She parked her Porsche on the roadside outside a certain villa, got out of the car, took a deep breath, lingered for a while, pressed the doorbell nervously, and said to the intercom at the door: "Mr. Billy, can you open the door?"

Harris?This surname is a bit familiar.

Li Ang frowned slightly, took out his mobile phone on the treetop, covered the screen with his palm to prevent the light from leaking out, and searched for the Harris family in Gotham City through the search engine.

William Harris, graduated from Brown University, owns three multinational banks, Gotham's famous industrialist, financier, philanthropist,
His wife is Gray Harris, who graduated from Central Saint Martins College of Art and Design in London and is now a fashion designer.

The couple have a daughter and a son. Their daughter is Jacqueline Harris, who is now studying at St. Bridge School, the best private high school in Gotham City. Her youngest son died of leukemia two years ago .

They are really acquaintances! At that time, Li Ang bumped into the clown gang gangsters, and rescued this Miss Jacqueline in the sewer, and the other party also reported to Li Toutao, and used the family power to help Li Ang solve the problem at that time without leaving any traces. It is difficult to prove the identity, otherwise Li Ang is still a black household in the legal sense.

Interestingly speaking, the Harris family does not live in an old mansion like the traditional "old money" family (although the Harris family also has a mansion), or live on the top floor of the hotel building of their own industry like the new rich, enjoying Looking down on the noble feeling of all directions, but has been living relatively low-key in the upper city, which is the villa in front of Li Ang.

"So, the person A mentioned in the post who performed the ceremony alone and put herself into a coma is Jacqueline Harris."

Li Ang was thinking, squinting his eyes to observe the scene unfolding in front of him.

The intercom at the entrance of the villa did not respond, and the girl waiting in front of the iron gate wandered back and forth anxiously, hesitating several times before reaching out to the intercom again.

Finally, a middle-aged man with slightly gray temples came out of the villa. He had a serious face, his brows were knit into a ball, and there was an aura of a superior person who was not angry, powerful and resolute in his gestures.

Abigail said hurriedly: "Mr. Harris, I"

"Don't talk about Miss Abigail," William Harris said without opening the iron gate, but through the fence, with a blank expression and indifference: "Your father and I are good friends who have known each other for many years. I watched you grow up. Big, I know you're a good-natured boy,

Even your unorthodox, special relationship with Jacqueline can be tolerated,
But this time, the cult ritual you taught her left my daughter in a coma until now, and you are not welcome in this family. "

Abigail obviously got the expected answer. She lowered her head, stared at the stones on her toes, and said beggingly: "I know it's all my fault, but I also know that the occult expert you hired tonight When I arrive, maybe I can recount the scene in the abandoned factory to the occult expert, which should provide some help in awakening Jacqueline."

She mustered up her courage, raised her head and looked at William without fear. Obviously, the safety of her own home was obviously more important than being entangled in blaming her fault. William Harris stared at Abigail for a few seconds with sharp eyes. Sighing softly, he opened the door.

"Come in, the mysticism expert is already inside."

"Thank you." Abigail nodded gratefully, wiped her red eyes with the cuff of her sweatshirt to make her tears less obvious, and said hesitantly, "Is that gentleman from England? His What's the name?"

"John, John Constantine." William waited until Abigail entered the door, looked around cautiously for a while, and closed the door again after making sure that there was no one around.

Li Ang, who was sitting on the top of a tree, chewed on this name. The last time he heard it was when he was exorcising a family in the lower city. If this Mr. Constantine is not a person who deceives the world and steals people's money, then it is really something supernatural ability.

"You have to observe with your own eyes to judge whether he is the owner of the fifth group of human footprints."

Li Ang quietly turned over and got down from the treetops, avoiding the monitoring of the CCTV and the alarm system, and sneaked into the backyard of the villa.

(End of this chapter)