[Zhongyingmei] It's not a slime!

After work was over, Constantine stood at the door with a cold face, and beside him was his grateful employer, a middle-aged man with a sallow complexion and a rather haggard look.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Constantine, I can't imagine what it would be like without you." The man said, "About the payment..."

Constantine turned his face to the side, looked at the middle-aged man who was still afraid, and said in a cold tone, "You have killed people before."

The middle-aged man was taken aback.

Ruby was also taken aback.

Constantine's words came abruptly, but his tone was so certain, like a sentence of judgment that would crucify people to death on the rack.

"I...I didn't!" The middle-aged man came to his senses and said hastily.

Konstantin didn't speak, took a puff of cigarette, let out a cloud of white mist leisurely, and then said in a low voice: "There are deep sins in you, which will attract the dirty things in hell...they will try to drag you down .”

He raised his eyes and glanced at the shocked middle-aged man, and sneered: "Except for murder, there will be no such serious crime."

In his psychic vision, he could clearly see the black air entangled in this employer, so thick that it could hardly be melted away.

The middle-aged man took two steps back, his lips were trembling, and he said after a while: "So, they will come again, right?"

Constantine looked at him blankly and said, "Yes."

These words were like a sharp sword piercing the heart, causing the middle-aged man to lose all vitality in an instant, his eyes dimmed instantly, and he sat down on the chair slumped.

"I..." he said, "You are right, I have killed people."

"And it's definitely not just a simple murder." Constantine smoked a cigarette with a cold face, "Parents? Or children?"

Ruby was stunned: "He killed his own parents and children?"

Constantine said, "It's not too bad."

The middle-aged man was shocked, and he said after a while, "...it's my mother."

Ruby was dumbfounded: "How can there be such a scum?! Hey, Constantine, you already knew that he did such a thing, why did you help him exorcise him and send him to hell!"

Constantine didn't speak, and looked down at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man continued: "That happened last year... The factory I worked in was destroyed by those flying around, I lost my job, and my family didn't have any savings... Yes, the government is We have compensated for the loss, but after being exploited layer by layer by the top, the money will not fall on us at all, at most a few hundred dollars will be given to make sense..."

He showed an expression of extreme pain: "I can't support this family. My wife abandoned me a long time ago, my daughter was diagnosed with leukemia, and the medical expenses have crushed me. I can't afford it at all...My mother, she, She was diagnosed with cancer after I lost my job..."

Constantine lowered his eyes and exhaled a long mouthful of thick smoke.

"I didn't want her to die, but I can't help it. I have no money, and I have to save my daughter..." The middle-aged man held his head, his voice choked up, "My mother, she, after she found out about this , ran into the street on purpose and got hit by a car... I know, I know what she's going to do, but I'm so obsessed, I just watched, I didn't even think to stop her... I thought Maybe you can get a sum of insurance compensation, or compensation for the perpetrator..."

Constantine said in a low voice, "I can't get it."

If cancer is detected and the behavior is regarded as suicide, no insurance company will be willing to pay compensation, but if the perpetrator's lawyer is better, they will not get much compensation, at most they will give a little money to deal with the funeral.

Moreover, Constantine did not tell him that people who commit suicide will go to hell.

His mother's soul is also suffering and suffering in hell at this moment.

"I don't understand, I don't understand...!" The middle-aged man suddenly collapsed, tears rolled down from his eyes and dripped on the dirty ground, "I haven't done anything in my life Bad thing, I pay taxes on time, even if I don’t have enough to eat, I never steal or rob, I haven’t even scolded those rich people, those superheroes... But now I have become a sinful, People who are going to hell!!"

Constantine didn't speak, he was still expressionless, looking at the dim lights and dusty furnishings in this old apartment building, like the most indifferent spectator.

"...That's all." The middle-aged man sighed for a long time, "At least my daughter can still be saved... Maybe after a few courses of treatment, she will be cured. Maybe, maybe I can struggle to live a few more years and give more to my daughter. Earn some money, she probably won't be able to go to any good school, I'll try to see if I can help her apply for a loan..."

Suddenly, he seemed to realize something, suddenly stopped, and said apologetically: "Sorry, sir, for letting you listen to so much nonsense."

He wiped his tears, looked at Constantine gratefully, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Constantine, thank you very much, that... I don't know much about the market price of exorcism..."

Constantine closed his eyes and sighed.

……

Five minutes later, Konstantin walked out of the apartment building and along the dirty, narrow, dark alleys.

He stuffed the one-dollar exorcism fee he had just received into his pocket, and threw the cigarette butt in the trash. A gust of cold wind blew, and he couldn't help coughing twice, his face pale.

After a while, he leaned against the damp wall and asked, "Why don't you talk?"

Ruby hadn't recovered from the shock just now.

She whispered: "...I, I didn't expect this."

Constantine: "What kind?"

Ruby said: "...I didn't expect his family situation to be like this, damn, I just scolded him that he should go to hell..."

While talking, Ruby fell silent.

Constantine still looked cold: "Devils are not picky eaters."

He who should go to hell will go to hell after all.

There are some roads, once you go, you can't turn back.

Including himself.

After speaking, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out, and took out a metal lighter to light it.

Seeing him like this, Ruby asked hesitantly, "Have you seen this kind of situation often?"

Constantine smiled, but the smile didn't penetrate into his eyes at all: "What are you referring to? Ridiculous crime, stupid kindness, or this bloody life?"

Ruby froze for a moment, unable to speak for a moment.

She suddenly realized that she didn't understand the world she was in, and she didn't understand the exorcist in front of her at all.

Rather, they are people from two worlds.

Constantine took a deep breath of the cigarette, and slowly poured out the smoke like a sigh, covering up his expression at this time.

He was silent for a long time before he said softly:

"Fate has no mercy,

"God's night has no end..."

……

Meanwhile, Fortress of Solitude.

Clark finally tidied up the messy greenhouse and hall.

Perhaps because the small symbiont had been thrown away from the earth, these alien creatures calmed down quickly and began to return to their respective positions, no longer attacking each other.

Except for the alien pig who has always liked Ruby, it found that Ruby was gone, it was so angry that it was dead, and it kept groaning loudly.

After cleaning up the mess, Clark had time to think about so many messy things that happened today.

He sat down next to the box of cookies and began to organize his messy thoughts.

Just after he was finally able to sort out the cause and effect, he discovered some doubts in this matter almost instantly.

The tyrannical effect of the symbiote is a gradual process, and it is impossible to suddenly burst out so concentrated and so quickly.

—it was like an outbreak of plague.

But what would happen if it wasn't for the tyrannical effect of the symbiote?No one will come to the Fortress of Solitude, and of course it will not be tampered with by any strange people. It stands to reason that the defense here is so tight that not even a mosquito can fly in.

How could there be a collective riot?

Clark checked the surveillance video inside the Fortress of Solitude, and found that everything was normal, no one had been there, and the equipment of the Fortress of Solitude showed no signs of being hacked——

Of course, he thought, he would be stupid to think that someone could break through here.

Then it could only be an internal problem.

But with such a big Fortress of Solitude, no one can do this except Ruby.

The doubt circled around and returned to Ruby.

Clark was lost in thought.

He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to understand this small symbiont either.

Perhaps, she looks innocent on the surface, but she is actually full of resentment for keeping her in the Fortress of Solitude?

She should be resentful, anyone is entitled to be angry after being deprived of their freedom.

So she deliberately incited those alien creatures, trying to stir up chaos here, and then escape out while taking advantage of the chaos?

After all, he hadn't returned to the Fortress of Solitude for a long time, and Ruby might have seized this opportunity to implement the escape plan while he was away.

——But even if these alien creatures work together, they can't break through the Fortress of Solitude without knowing the point?

Clark felt more and more unable to justify himself.Besides, he actually didn't want to doubt Ruby, inexplicably felt that he was wrong to think so.

Looking at the empty Fortress of Solitude, at the useless refrigerator and oven, he suddenly felt that something was missing in his heart.

So he took a deep breath, opened the space jump portal again, positioned himself on the symbiote planet, got up and flew in.

It is still the planet that is so desolate that there is no trace of vitality and warmth.

He found the place where he left Ruby in the first place.

It has only been less than half a day since he lost the little symbiote. It stands to reason that with the symbiote's movement speed, even if she ran all the way, she wouldn't go too far.

However, Clark circled around several times, but couldn't find Ruby.

Clark flew around several times in disbelief, searching every hidden corner, but there was still nothing.

Clark began to feel that something was wrong.

He suddenly saw a dark green symbiote lying under a tree, walked over quickly, and asked in the symbiote language he had just learned, "Hello?"

The dark green symbiote looked up at him, seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then swooped up excitedly, trying to parasitize this rare Kryptonian.

Clark: "..."

He slapped the symbiote away, and said with a straight face, "I have a question for you."

The symbiote was startled by the looming red light in Clark's eyes, and quickly nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Have you ever seen a silver-white symbiote? Red-eyed, very...beautiful?" Clarke described.

The dark green symbiont immediately understood: "You mean Ruby?"

Clark was taken aback. He didn't expect that the small symbiont was quite famous on the symbiont planet?

He nodded.

The dark green symbiote was immediately unhappy, and he said fiercely: "Hey! I warn you, our symbiotes are all sold domestically, you Kryptonian, don't try to come to our symbiote planet to grab brides! Your species is isolated, There can be no good results!"

Clark: "...tell me where she is now."

He withdrew the gentle expression on his face, and suppressed the terrifying aura at once, causing the dark green symbiont to shrink its neck and tremble in fright.

——The powerful Kryptonians always instinctively suppress these relatively weak creatures.

"She, she..." the dark green symbiont even stammered a bit, "She was taken away by a creature that looks a lot like you."

Earthling?

Clark frowned, and continued to ask: "Describe the appearance and characteristics."

"Well..." the dark green symbiote said with difficulty, "It looks very powerful, wearing black clothes, thinner than you..."

"Talk about the characteristics." Clark interrupted the uninformative description of the dark green symbiosis.

"He opened a portal full of sparks, and there is a glowing magic circle protecting him by his side. Uh, he has a stick in his mouth that is a little thinner than your finger?"

A powerful magician who can activate interplanetary teleportation, smoking... Clark frowned.

He quickly searched for possible eligible options in his mind, and soon he locked on the answer.

—John Constantine.

The guy who even he is not willing to deal with.

It all seems to make sense if Constantine is involved in this affair.

His extremely weird black magic can make the impossible possible.

"Thank you." He let go of the dark green symbiote, opened the portal of the space jump technology again, and returned to the Fortress of Solitude.

He closed his eyes and listened to the sound from the whole earth with his super hearing.

Soon, he opened his eyes and looked to the south.

"Los Angeles," he whispered.