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Chen Yu followed Constantine along the suburban road in the biting cold wind. He was shivering because his hospital gown covered the girl's body.

This is totally superfluous.

The girl is dead, and her body is in the edge of hell, unable to be buried. What's more, the important soul can go to heaven, and the body is just rotten flesh.

Chen Yu now wonders if he went too far in order to arouse Constantine's empathy.

Or is it really subconsciously... sympathy?

Is this sympathy?

Constantine walked forward silently with a cigarette in his mouth. He buried the holy sword in the bricks and stones in the dry fountain of Ravenskan Welfare Institute. Now he put his hands in his pockets and said nothing.

Chen Yu felt that Constantine must have regretted it. This guy would always take extraordinary actions when he regretted it, such as betraying a teammate and running away on his own.

The "Dead Soul" moved in the shadow, and it sensed the warning in Chen Yu's consciousness.

But Constantine is not a dark existence like a demon, and the "Dead Soul" does not seem to notice any obvious hostility.

Constantine suddenly complained vaguely, then took off his suit and threw it to Chen Yu. He wrapped the hospital gown tightly, looked at Chen Yu gloomily in the night and said, "The power you possess is very ancient and dark. I Seeing it devouring the demon without leaving even a bit of dregs shows that it has authority even higher than hell.”

Chen Yu also noticed this, but the "Book of Magic" did not give an explanation. Even if Chen Yu asked questions in his heart, there was no answer. In fact, the "Book of Magic" is now blank again, as if it needs to wait for the next specific opportunity before the writing will be revealed again.

"Magic is determined by choice, there is no distinction between good and bad." Chen Yu stated the opening sentence of the book.

"Magic is related to cost. This is the law of cause and effect. This is order and damn regulations." Constantine simply squatted down and took a puff of his cigarette. "Remember, kid, magic is not omnipotent. There are some things it cannot solve. This is an experience I learned the hard way."

"You are indeed miserable. I will pay attention to your convincing explanation. Thank you." Chen Yu nodded seriously.

Constantine glanced sideways at Chen Yu, his eyes full of hatred, but in the end it disappeared. He turned to look at the empty road under the night, "I know now, you are just like those serious people in heaven." ! Without any human fireworks, I even started to like the devil! At least they know how to be diplomatic!"

Chen Yu tilted his head, seeming to understand.

"What is written on the back of that dark statue?" Chen Yu broke the silence that fell again, "What is irony magic?"

"Those are not words that can be spoken directly. We are magicians. Even if I cannot draw the magic power of primitive chaos as naturally as you do, what I say will affect reality under psychological suggestion. This is also magic. One of the essences is that some require rules and some do not, and the basis of modern magic is classification under self-restraint. This is to use magic more efficiently and greatly reduce the probability of paying the price." Constantine pinched the butt of his cigarette. explained.

"Irony magic is a kind of constraint, a harsh constraint. Think about it, believing in words read backwards and using them to change reality is undoubtedly very sick and heartless. In short, the irony spell behind the statue Wen roughly means 'occupation' and 'end'." Constantine glanced at Chen Yu, "Do you have any impressions?"

"Occupy" and "end".

It sounds terrible, but it's too general.

Chen Yu shook his head.

The enemy didn't want to kill me, they wanted to imprison me. It is precisely because of this that the shielding spell effect of flatulence was accidentally bypassed.

Two points of light suddenly appeared on the dark road, moving quickly from far to near.

Constantine threw away the cigarette butt and stood up immediately. He rubbed his hands, adjusted his hospital gown, and strode to the road.

"I can intercept that car." Chen Yu volunteered.

"Don't move, boy!" Constantine moved his fingers, then waved with a very hearty smile.

"It won't stop." Chen Yu stood with his hands behind his back.

"Shut up!" Constantine continued to wave his hands enthusiastically and took two more steps towards the middle of the road.

Just when Chen Yu was hesitant to remind Constantine about their current attire, the pickup truck stopped slowly. The driver stuck his head out and asked in a friendly voice, "What's wrong? Do you want me to give you a ride?" "

Unbelievable.

Constantine was very happy and quickly showed off to Chen Yu, "Did you see it? The people are simple!"

Chen Yu shrugged noncommittally. He thought Constantine would use hypnosis to get the driver, but now he looked like he hadn't considered that issue at all.

This guy won't forget his identity as a psychopath, right?

Constantine ran over and opened the car door, and said at the same time, "Just send us to Thursdyk. Sir, you are such a good person!"

Chen Yu looked at the middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and sunglasses. He smiled kindly and said, "I just happened to be on my way."

Is it that simple?

The locals must have known about Ravenskan Welfare Home, and the way they were dressed could have aroused the vigilance of any normal person. Even with the discharge certificate, no one would believe it, unless the person was blind or crazy.

Thinking of the blind man, Chen Yu looked at the sunglasses the driver was wearing.

sense of violation.

"What are you looking at? Hurry!" Constantine couldn't wait to get into the car.

Chen Yu shrugged.

It doesn't matter.

Chen Yu quickly walked a few steps and got into the car, sat behind Constantine, and closed the door.

The driver looked back at Chen Yu, and after a while of shaking, the pickup truck started again.

"Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette, sir?" Constantine asked.

"Please feel free to do so." The driver said cheerfully, always with a smile on his face under his sunglasses.

"It's hard to find a car at night in the north. We're so lucky!" Constantine turned his head and looked over Chen Yu at the car behind him, "Just finished delivering the goods?"

Chen Yu had already seen it when he got on the bus. The compartment behind him was almost empty, except for a big bulging bag.

The driver shook his head and said bluntly, "I'm going to Thursdyk to meet a pen pal, or we can go to Kingston to attend a seminar together."

The "Dead Soul" suddenly emerged from the shadow.

Be quiet, Blackie.

Chen Yu comforted the "Dead Soul". He looked sideways under the car seat where the "Dead Soul" was watching and found a pair of sneakers.

The shoe size looks small, like a child's.

"From the Transport Association?" Constantine asked, holding a cigarette in his mouth.

"No, an interest group." The driver smiled. "You know, life is not just about work. We all like to collect things that make us happy. That will make us regain our faith and move forward in the dark."

Cross, necklace and a whistle.

These small items are placed in front of the steering wheel.

There is also a photo, the front of which is buttoned down, and there are tiny red stains on the edge, like blood droplets spattered on it.

"That's right, sir!" Constantine agreed, holding out his hand.

The driver grabbed Constantine's wrist.

"Uh..." Constantine was a little confused, "Do you mind if I listen to the radio?"

"Please feel free to do so." The driver then let go of his hand.

Constantine turned on the radio and rubbed his sore wrist.

"...The identity of the deceased has not yet been determined. This is the third murder case in York County. The deceased also lost his eyes, his hands were cut off, and he was tied to his head with a rope, as if he was blindfolded..."

Constantine changed the channel.

"Do you know? Youth is a disease. They are too unrestrained, but there is no restraint. They always forget that they are children, and they also forget that the higher they fly, the harder they fall. Curiosity kills Cats, I like the most glorious moment when they run to freedom." The driver said in a very cheerful tone.

Constantine shuddered.

At this time, there was a burst of cheers from the radio that seemed to celebrate a goal.

Through the rearview mirror, Chen Yu felt that the driver's reflective sunglasses were staring at him, staring greedily and impatiently.

The "Dead Soul" emerged from the shadow under his feet again, anxious and excited.

"Filth eats up filth."

Speaking of which, Constantine has an unlucky constitution. He always encounters terrible situations, as if bad luck follows him all the way.

Chen Yu finally understood where the sense of dissonance came from.

Chen Yu often observes his own fake smile in the mirror, and the driver's smile is exactly the same as his.

The "Dead Soul" twitched, as if it was impatient to prepare for a feast.

Sorry, man, this isn't your cup of tea.

Chen Yu remembered the contract with Flatulence.

Three extremely sinful souls.

It is right to follow Constantine, it is equivalent to automatic delivery to your door.

There was a sudden jolt, the cover next to the steering wheel was shaken open, and a sharp and bright military dagger fell down.

"Damn it!" Constantine kicked open the car door, which didn't seem to be locked at all, and jumped out regardless.

Chen Yu raised his eyelids slightly.

This bastard actually escaped without notifying Chen Yu.

As expected of Constantine.

The driver started chuckling, knowing he had found a good catch.

And Chen Yu also knew what this guy wanted to collect.

During the shaking, the pendant around the driver's neck swung out from the inside of his shirt.

That's an eyeball.

Eyeballs that have been specially treated and have never rotted!

The pickup truck came to a slow stop.

"You are as quiet as a smart kitten, kid." The driver bent down and picked up the military dagger, and the car slowly stopped.

"Others say so, kind sir." Chen Yu sat upright.

The driver turned his head curiously, as if he was carefully observing the strange guy in front of him. He seemed to want to find out why Chen Yu was not afraid.

The same goes for Chen Yu. He wants to find out whether the evil man in front of him is the same as himself before he is sent to hell.

Only extreme stimulation can give him the feeling of understanding human nature.

"It's game time." The driver slowly turned around...

"Hey!" a voice shouted outside the car window.

Chen Yu and the driver both turned around subconsciously.

A blinding white light flashed.

Chen Yurao quickly closed his eyes, but still felt a sting in his eyes.

There was the sound of the car door being opened, followed by a muffled sound.

Chen Yu squinted his eyes, and he vaguely saw Constantine throwing away something that looked like a stone. The driver lay down on the seat in front, kicking his feet on the steering wheel. For a moment, a sharp whistle broke the silence of the night.

"Run! Damn it! Run!" Constantine reached out and grabbed Chen Yu's arm.