American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

"...Besides the ripped shirt and pants, the killer didn't leave us any clues. He was dressed very formally, like he might be going out for a night of pleasure."

"The pants are made of polyester, very durable, and like the shirt, they're cheap, low-end stuff."

"But the clothes are too big for him, so it must be some kind of uniform."

"As for his job? There's a holster on his belt for a walkie-talkie..."

"Subway driver?" Natasha guessed.

"Security guard?" Deadpool interjected casually, pulling a book from his crotch.

"Exactly, you can tell from the deceased's back."

"His back is relaxed and weak, suggesting he sits a lot..."

With a cigarette in his mouth and a detective-like air, Constantine casually put one hand in his pocket and spoke eloquently.

"But the varicose veins in his feet and calves suggest the opposite, so he spends his days either sitting or walking."

Deadpool's sudden interjection caught Natasha's attention. He opened the book and pointed to a passage.

"I say... Constantine, isn't that a line from the latest Sherlock Holmes book? How come you suddenly used it? Did you pay the copyright fee?"

"Cough, cough, Wade, did I?"

"You must be mistaken."

Caught in the act, Constantine quickly tried to deny it.

But Natasha didn't give him a chance, taking the book and carefully reading the passage.

Good heavens, what a good heavens.

The lines he spoke and the sentences in the novel were not just similar, they were exactly the same!

[Emotional value from Natasha Romanoff +533]

She looked at Constantine with a contemptuous gaze and said.

"It must have been hard for you, Constantine."

"For the sake of the case, you actually memorized such a long passage in advance."

Raising both hands, Constantine decisively surrendered.

"Alright, alright, I just thought the atmosphere was so serious, so I just cooperated with you a little."

Rolling her eyes, Natasha warned, "Constantine, please be serious!"

She pointed to the swollen corpse at their feet: "This victim is special. He didn't die at home, but on this sandbar in the Hudson River."

"What's the difference?" Suddenly interested, Deadpool lay down next to the corpse and pressed on its abdomen. Some river water and mud spurted out of its mouth.

"Wow... Constantine, he even has goldfish in his stomach?"

Sprayed in the face, Deadpool didn't seem to mind, but exclaimed loudly when he saw the lively little fish in his hand.

"Idiot, are you uncultured? That's an Asian carp."

With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine glanced at the academic failure with disdain.

Natasha sighed, resting her forehead in her hand: "Are you sure? That's clearly a bass!"

"Did you hear that, Deadpool?"

Turning his face, Constantine said calmly: "That's a bass. Remember to use it when you're picking up girls later."

"Gaga, as expected of you, Constantine, even at this time, you don't forget to help a brother out..."

As expected of an idiot, his brain circuits are different from ordinary people. Deadpool happily pulled out a small notebook from his crotch and diligently wrote the word 'bass' in the notebook.

Natasha was speechless, complaining in her heart.

These two are really idiots!!

Of course, as a mature agent, you must always learn to bring the topic back to the main thread.

"Ahem... let's talk about the case again."

"Most of the previous victims died at home, and even if they weren't at home, they were not a short distance from the Hudson River."

"Moreover, their causes of death were all, without exception, suffocation caused by the sudden surge of river water and mud blocking their trachea."

"What's even more wonderful is that these victims will revive on time at twelve midnight the next day, and eventually walk all the way and disappear into the Hudson River."

Gently exhaling a puff of smoke, Constantine looked solemnly at the calm and peaceful Hudson River and said.

"You judged correctly, this is a complete — supernatural case!"

"As expected..." Looking at the quietly flowing river, Natasha realized that she could no longer look at it with her past eyes.

Turning around, Natasha asked Constantine seriously.

"Mr. Constantine, is there any way to solve this case?"

"Yes."

"Great, what's the solution?" Natasha's eyes lit up, revealing a smile.

Without speaking, Constantine raised his head to look at the sky, one hand holding a cigarette, and the thumb and forefinger of the other hand rubbing up and down.

Huh?!

Natasha's smile froze on her face: "......"

As expected of you, Constantine, this trick of extortion is too smooth!

Even Deadpool, who was standing aside, exclaimed "Learned a lot." He suddenly felt a little inferior, feeling that he was too pure compared to Constantine, and decided to carry forward this method in his upcoming mercenary career!

[Emotional value from Wade Wilson +666]

......

Bellwether Hospital.

Midnight 12 o'clock.

The huge hospital was quiet, and there was not a single person on the streets outside.

In the morgue on the first floor of the basement, the male deceased found this morning was lying quietly on the mortuary table, sleeping peacefully.

Constantine leaned against the wall, quietly smoking a cigarette.

Deadpool lay on the side, sleepy-eyed, yawning repeatedly.

"Constantine... are you sure that evil spirit will come?"

Yawning, Deadpool brought up a topic.

He felt that he was really stupid. Instead of staying in this gloomy morgue for no money, he might as well find some orders and go out and do them. At least he would get money, right?

Thinking of his poor girlfriend Vanessa tonight, alone in an empty room, he felt a pang of heartache.

Casting a light glance at him, Constantine said unhappily.

"Don't worry, as a Hellblazer, I'm sure that thing will appear."

"Really?"

"More real than real gold."

"No, what I mean is, are there really evil spirits in this world?"

"You know, although I'm not a devout Catholic, if evil spirits really exist, then that means God exists too, doesn't it?"

"Of course, I'm not questioning anything."

"I just heard that God made humans in his own image. If that's really the case, Constantine... does God poop?"

Leaning against the wall, Deadpool seemed to suddenly become interested and kept chattering.

You know, his question, although a bit tricky and a bit vulgar, would surely get him beaten to death if the religious followers heard it.

But, it's really profound.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine fell into some kind of contemplation.

"Wade Wilson, I have to say, your idea is very novel."

"But I must say this, beings at that level, unless necessary, will no longer have such low-level physiological reactions as excretion!"

"In some ways, their power is indeed supreme."

Constantine didn't say anything false, but had dealt with Heaven and Hell quite a bit in the original world.

Although the question was strange and tricky, it was still within Constantine's range of knowledge to answer.

Listening to Constantine's explanation, Deadpool didn't know what he was thinking and showed a look of sympathy.

"Oh, my poor angels, doesn't that mean they can't enjoy another great pleasure in life?"