[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

Baguoxia watched Carl sound asleep, sneaked to the porch, opened the door, and let Constantine in.

Konstantin, who was still drunk when they parted, opened his two piercing eyes at this moment.

It was as if it had just been thrown into a dryer, wringing all the alcohol molecules out of the body.

Bei Guoxia immediately thought of those masters in martial arts novels who forced out the smell of alcohol from their fingertips:

"It's internal force, I have opened up Ren Du's second channel..."

"Why are you in a daze?" Constantine asked, "Are you going to let me in?"

Bei Guoxia immediately moved the place and let him in. In a trance, he had the illusion that the chicken invited the weasel in.

"Can you do it? That's a thousand-year-old vampire." Baguoxia asked in a low voice.

In fact, there is no need to lower his voice. The sleeping pill powder that Constantine gave him, he put it into milk and gave it to Karl to drink.

Now don't talk about talking in the living room, it is the suona in the living room, the firecrackers are blasting, the white flag is flying, and the mourning is everywhere...

Carl couldn't wake up either.

It was Constantine's attire that disturbed him.

It's definitely not the kind of "subtle uneasiness" that Cherry Blossom girl has, but I doubt from the bottom of my heart whether this person is reliable or not:

No garlic hanging, no cross, no holy water, not even a Bible.

Are you really going to slap a vampire?Great Mercy and Great Compassion Gatling's physical transcendence?

"Do you know how to catch ghosts or do I know how to catch ghosts?" Constantine snapped him back with one sentence.

Constantine stood by Karl's bed and said to Baguocha, "Get some of your blood out."

Bei Guoxia put her index finger in her mouth and bit it hard. Instead of bleeding, she screamed in pain.

Constantine turned his head and looked at him inexplicably: "There are fruit knives on the table."

"Oh." Bei Guoxia awkwardly went to get the knife, thinking that all the TV shows were deceiving people.

The scenes where you bite your fingers and only bleed without hurting the skin are as smooth as silk. In practice, you have to bite off a piece of meat.

He took the knife, went back to the bed, and cut his finger.

Constantine grabbed his hand and dripped a lot of blood on Karl's forehead.

Then, he dipped in the blood and quickly drew a formation.

Then, he dragged Baguoxia to the vanity mirror, and continued to squeeze blood to smear the mirror.

Bei Guoxia felt that her fingers were about to be squeezed, and endured the pain until her cheeks turned pale.

When the hand was released, he looked at his fingers, which were so swollen that they were indistinguishable from fruits and carrots.

Constantine was startled when he saw his sad face: "Are you anemic?"

"I'm in pain, it's okay, I can hold on." Bei Guoxia said firmly, "How much more?"

"No need, if there is a big need, I will catch a bird from the window." Constantine said.

Bei Guoxia hurriedly asked: "Is there any difference between using my blood and bird's blood?"

"No," Constantine shrugged, "it's all blood anyway."

"..."

Then, Constantine added, "I see that your fingers are all scratched, so you might as well use more."

"You wander around, you must be beaten often." Bei Guoxia said without emotion.

Konstantin turned his hands to Karl and began to chant a spell.

Baguoxia didn't understand a word.

It's the same feeling as watching Harry Potter speaking Parseltongue in the movie theater when I was a child.

I understood the last word, it was:

"Oh!"

After reacting, he saw that Constantine was holding a bunch of blue fire and smearing it on his face.

Bagel Xia suddenly spun around.

When he came to his senses, he found himself lying on his back in bed with Constantine standing beside a handsome guy.

System: "Hey, show some face."

"I swapped your body with your friend's," Constantine said.

Bei Guoxia touched her current face, and felt only one word at the touch:

"Smooth, handsome, not square".

The system tsk-tsk: "The same expression can be expressed differently on different people."

Bei Guoxia thought: "I have a hunch what you are going to say."

System: "It's called 'sluggish' on your face, and 'cute' on Carl's face."

Bei Guoxia: "Stop talking, I won't listen."

They put Baguosha's body infused with Carl's soul back on the bed.

Implement the principle of "handle with care".

Bei Guoxia wanted to get the computer, but hesitated.

He didn't know what might happen next.

If Constantine sees the codeword scene, he will definitely guess the subtleties in it.

System: "I have a question I've always wanted to ask."

Baguoxia: "What?"

System: "Can't you code with your mobile phone?"

Bei Guoxia: "The mobile phone is very slow. I use the computer to code 10 characters, and it takes 10 minutes; I use the mobile phone to edit a [-]-character message, and it takes [-] minutes."

System: "Pretentious, is eating with chopsticks and forks different?"

Bei Guoxia: "Have you tried eating tofu and steamed eggs with a fork?"

Fortunately, Constantine took the initiative to break the tangle.

He asked, "Don't you bring your computer?"

Bei Guoxia tried to cover up: "We catch ghosts, what's the use of my computer? Is it a keyboard?"

Constantine sneered: "You think I can't see it, Gollum. The computer is your Lord of the Rings, isn't it?"

Bei Guoxia thought about this metaphor, and thought it was not bad, so he put the computer on his back resentfully.

Baguoxia imitated Carl's appearance every night, standing in front of the blood-stained mirror.

Constantine stood beside him, lit a cigarette, and blew on the mirror.

The blood-painted patterns turned and gradually disappeared into nothingness.

A phantom of Lester appears on the mirror.

Gradually, Lester leaned half of his body out of the mirror, and Baguosha felt that he raised his hand involuntarily, clasping his fingers.

"Have you already decided to go to Elysium with me?" Lester whispered in his ear.

This magnetic voice made Baguoxia tremble.

He quickly converted in his mind:

Carl is three years younger, and Leicester will probably be sentenced to three years to no term for this hint.

Out of shape.

Three wrists with suction cups protruded from the mirror, also binding Baguoxia.

Lester let go of his hand immediately, cursed, and disappeared into the air.

Bei Guoxia turned around subconsciously, grabbed the hem of Constantine's windbreaker, and refused to let go:

"hel!"

"Let go!" Constantine was dragged by him, so he had to forcefully break his hand.

Bei Guoxia was dragged back step by step, half of her body sank into the mirror, holding Constantine's windbreaker tightly in her hands, and shouted angrily:

"You can't leave me, aren't we 'sneaking dicks'?"

Constantine struggles to protest:

"Then why don't you die heroically? You bastard! Is there anyone who drags a friend into the water like this?"

Baguoxia turned her head.

A half octopus head and a pair of huge triangular eyes protruded from the mirror.

This situation reminded him of an emoticon:

"Xiansen, please stop, do you want to listen to our heavenly father, Ke [beep——] Lu?"

Although at this moment, he wants to have a full meal of grilled squid.

Spinning, jumping, they close their eyes.

Baguoxia and Konstantin Qiqi were dragged into the mirror.

On the bed, Baguoxia frowned and opened his eyes.

Carl's spirit awoke.

He sat up suddenly and looked around, his heart was full of panic, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his hands were tightly clutching the bed sheet.

A thunderbolt flashed across the sky, illuminating most of the night sky.

A painted face suddenly appeared outside the window.

Although Carl has never seen him, he has seen several reports on the Gotham News Channel.

At this moment, he couldn't help exclaiming:

"clown!?"

They float forward involuntarily in a long corridor composed of light and shadow.

There are constantly changing patterns hanging on both sides, like a cutscene in a movie.

Constantine saw horrific scenes in those fragments.

Those were Hell, the visions of Hell, the unnameable things more twisted than his frequent nightmares.

He will be lost in this long river of light and shadow.

At the same time, Bei Guoxia saw from these video clips:

Deep sadomasochistic love, wealthy family, upgraded revenge, slap in the face and abuse the scum...

"Are we the Rockets shuttling in Jiangwang's manuscript box?" He asked blankly.

System: "...you did your best."

For a moment, Bei Guoxia didn't know whether the system was praising him or hurting him.

If there is light ahead, it seems to be an exit.

Constantine was almost too busy to take care of himself.

He put his head in his hands and murmured to himself in a panic, as if he gave up on himself after every strategic failure.

Bei Guoxia had no choice but to hold on to the hem of his clothes, and swam out with all his strength in a dog digging posture.

There was a knock on the door.

Carl heard a familiar voice, and the other party was asking, "Is there anyone inside?"

It was Sherlock Holmes.

He turned over and jumped off the bed, wanting Bei Guoxia to send her away.

But Bei Guoxia just disappeared.

Holmes had already tried to open the door.

It looked like he was going to force his way in.

Carl didn't bother to confront the face outside the window.

He rushed into the bathroom, locked the door, turned on the shower, and pretended to be taking a shower.

Holmes entered.

He first observed the surrounding environment, then looked at the two messy beds, and heard voices in the bathroom.

It was as if the two people in the room were now taking a shower after strenuous exercise.

Holmes shook his head.

It's none of his business.

He went to the bathroom door and knocked on the door: "Are you in?"

Bei Guoxia's trembling voice came from inside:

"Yes."

Carl looked at his face in the mirror in horror.

Isn't this the face of Baguoxia?

what happened?

He rubbed it hard to verify that the face was indeed his own.

In an instant, the three symptoms of "hypnosis, dreaming, and schizophrenia" went through his mind.

Holmes asked cautiously: "Please open the door and let me examine it."

Carl was heartbroken, got water on his hair, took off his clothes, and came out in a bathrobe.

He was the first to accuse Holmes: "How can you just rush into other people's rooms?"

"A piece of my memory is missing," explained Holmes. "But I remember seeing you at the Detective Club."

"Amnesia?" Carl was just rightly dazed.

"Not bad. I want to know what happened between the time I arrived at the club and the time I left the club."

Holmes looked at him, "I thought it was because of the case that you have not opened the door for so long."

what happened……

Alarm bells rang in Carl's mind.

He also wants to know.

He bit his lip, imitating Baguoxia's usual calm and casual tone:

"There's nothing strange about it. I'm a writer, and I go there to collect materials. Of course, I'll chat with you for a famous detective like you."

"that is it?"

"Mr. Holmes," Carl smiled, "you see, I am very inconvenient."

He pointedly raised his arm covered with drops of water, and at the same time made his own suggestion:

"There are many reasons for losing memory, such as the shock caused by someone close to you. Why don't you ask a friend or partner?"

He swore he didn't say this to sow discord.

I just want Holmes to get out of here quickly and give him some time to sort out his thoughts.

Holmes asked abruptly, "Where is your roommate?"

"He went out to find food and replenish his strength." Carl replied immediately, "Look, we two were quite busy just now..."

He showed an ambiguous and vague smile.

Holmes walked out of Baguocha's room, thinking about what happened all the way.

The "Bagu Xia" he saw didn't look like a writer at all in temperament.

But all the signs on his hands, shoulders, and neck showed that he was not lying.

And that room...

"Okay, don't move."

Watson said menacingly, "This is my bed, and you will sit here. We shall wait until Holmes returns to deal with this matter."

"I do not mind."

Moriarty said, "But shouldn't you let me wear something?"

As Holmes opened the door, he thought:

"I'm still losing my memory, there must be something missing."

The next second, he looked at the scene in front of him:

"Why is Moriarty sitting on Watson's bed, wearing Watson's clothes?"

Moriarty: ...you two are enough.