Killing Mary Sue [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Czech Republic, the homeland of literature, living fairy tales, a copy of "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" let everyone understand this ancient literary city, and the most famous of them is the capital known as the capital of a thousand cities, Prague.

At dusk, the Old Town Square is very lively.Trams come and go in the streets and alleys, and there are buildings of different styles on both sides, one after another, the colors are bright and dazzling.Feel free to sit in an open-air cafe by the side of the road and ask for a cup of coffee, looking at the setting sun in the distance, falling into the rushing Vltana River, an ancient sculpture stands on the Charles Bridge like a dedicated guard.When the uniquely designed astronomical clock arrives on the hour, puppets of the twelve disciples of Jesus will come out in turn to tell the time. The statue of the god of death below will also touch the copper bell, making a crisp sound. start.

Prague at night is like a city of elves, and the way of life here still maintains the ancient traditions of the last century.The old-fashioned carriages carried tourists to and fro in the square, the horseshoes slammed against the stone road, and the lights in the castle loft in the distance flickered, as if the princess in the talking story would appear in the window at any time.The loud music in the street tavern is intertwined with the sound of glass clashing. Coming here is like being in Europe in the Middle Ages, forgetting the existence of time, and getting lost in this literary capital full of classical flavor everywhere.

Jane and Constantine followed the clues to Prague, the hometown of the dead.They even went to the scene of the incident as a faculty member, which has been taken over by the local police. Jane spent a little time negotiating with them, and Constantine took advantage of this time to sneak into the house.When Jane walked into the bathroom, he was sitting on the toilet seat, rubbing his chin and looking at the dried and blackened wall, lost in thought.

The air was full of bloody smell, mixed with a faint smell of decay that they were not unfamiliar with.The body had been sent for examination, and the police promised to give them a copy of the results, but even after the negotiation was successful, they did not leave, looking at the young couple curiously, noncommittal about Jane's status as a priest.After all, not everyone believes in the existence of angels and demons. At most, they will judge that this is a murder case. They prefer to believe that the murderer must be a visible, tangible, living person, but he is still at large. .

She didn't want to explain too much to them. After closing the bathroom door to block the outside eyes, she glanced around. They came a step late, and the blood on the floor and the blood in the bathtub had been scrubbed clean, leaving only The writing on the wall still exists, torn and distorted, as if blood is continuously dripping down, which looks shocking.

"Dedonum", which means in Latin: gift from me.

Interestingly, similar cases are not unique.Another person—to be precise, the same situation happened to another deceased not far away. The forensic doctors in both places judged that the two had fatal hemorrhage almost at the same time period, and the skin on the back They were all cut open and made into human skin wings. All internal organs disappeared without a trace, and there was no obvious incision. It was as if his own long legs ran out of his stomach, which was puzzling.

Police have been contacting the families of the two to try to clarify the circumstances of the deceased.As far as I know, both of them are locals, males who live alone, both have a girlfriend who has a stable relationship, and are ordinary office workers. Apart from occasionally going to bars with friends to have some fun, there is nothing else in common.The police have already sent someone to negotiate with the bar owner to learn more about the details. Once the results are known, they will pass through Jane and let them wait in peace.

—See, that's the benefit of power.Constantine glanced at Jane while talking with the two policemen, sat lazily on the toilet, looked at the bloody writing on the wall with his arms folded, and thought to himself: If he usually acts alone, it will probably take a little effort to get there. Sneaked in here in the middle of the night to inspect the scene, and she just said "I come from the church" and a thin piece of paper to prove her identity, and she can lead people into the scene of the crime openly, and can get police information for free. First-hand information clues.

No wonder there are fewer and fewer exorcists walking alone now, not to mention the precarious situation, and they have to go everywhere to collect materials by themselves.And joining the church to become an official clergyman not only has a stable income, free exorcism props and herbs, but can even enter the "Exorcist's Paradise" library, and read the secret tome that records the oldest magic—— It's really exciting to think about it. If it is not required to believe in God and become his messenger and servant, this is indeed a good choice.

When Jane came in, Constantine stared at the wall without turning his eyes. He didn't care about his current posture at all, and said lazily, "I said, do you have another internal rule: all exorcists must wear Dressed in mourning, to show reverence for the one above?"

Jane looked at her black body, ignored his sarcasm, and said lightly, "Do you have any clues, Mr. Constantine?"

The exorcist shrugged. "I'm afraid I don't know any more than you do."

The casual attitude of indifference and indifference couldn't be more obvious.

Jane frowned, turned her head, and looked at him without speaking.

"Hey, chick." She didn't answer, but Konstantin became more interested, "You are so young, why do you want to start this job? Talk about love travel, marry a rich and honest man, wouldn't it be good?— —The church is not a place for people to stay, you must not be forced by some old man, right?"

Jane squinted her eyes, was silent for a moment, and then spoke.

"Where there is light, there must be shadows. Even in a holy church, there are murderers praying here. Not all churches are full of devout believers, but it is not a place where the world is full of filth and discord, as you said. There are also people who are willing to dedicate everything to the Lord. A martyr." Her tone was flat, her eyes unwavering, "There are countless jobs in the world that I can do, but I chose to become an exorcist. Don't you think the same, Mr. Constantine."

The blond man choked, unable to refute this.

"...I'm different." He muttered softly, "You don't know what I've been through..."

"That's your business, I don't intend to understand it." Jane choked to death with one sentence, still expressionless, "What's more, I joined the church, which also means: the chance of me meeting someone like you is even smaller. "

At least, even if the companion has ulterior motives, they won't be preoccupied with how to sell teammates for profit.Although this job is full of dangers and will never be known, the sense of accomplishment brought by saving a soul is unmatched by any other job - believe that Constantine is willing to stick to it even if he is plagued by nightmares The same is true for the reason.

John Constantine is indeed a complete jerk, but he is not a pure bad guy.His innate talent destined him to live in an inescapable darkness and void all his life, and the things he experienced made him understand a truth: when a guy who is not liked, he will not be too much. Feel the pain of losing someone else.He wanders around, cynical, ridiculing others and punishing his pain to find pleasure and vent his dissatisfaction, just for one reason he doesn't want to admit—

guilt.

In order to save the city controlled by the "hungry" demon, he used magic to seal the demon into his best friend's body. Even though he knew that this would make the other party's life worse than death and he would never be able to escape, this was the only way.When he was doing this, he looked expressionless and calm, but in the middle of the night, he would "see" those friends who he had betrayed to save others, and the ghosts of those victims kept flashing before his eyes , he replied to their broken faces like this: "Don't think that I feel guilty for what I have done! Even if there is any guilt, I will bear it alone! I have to deal with them People! You are dead, remember to close the door when you leave!"

He always puts on a nonchalant and cynical face, but he can't sleep at night because of what he has done.The most thing he has done in his life, besides smoking a cigarette, is to wait for the dawn with his eyes open.

It wasn't Jane, the exorcist, the church, or even the devil that he hated.What he hates most is himself.

And all of this, he felt that Jane would not know, and he didn't expect her to understand, and he didn't want her to know all about his past—at least, now she was disgusted with him, disdainful, contemptuous, but not alienated. It is already the best result.

He needs no sympathy, not even mercy from God.Anyway, sooner or later he was going to hell, and there was a vacant seat for him early on, and the time limit was forever.

Faced with Jane's merciless reply, Constantine clicked his tongue twice, stood up from the toilet seat, shrugged, and walked out briskly.

"Come on, luv, the night is here, time to have some fun—"

"Now?" Jane frowned, when he told himself that there was no clue?

Constantine showed a friendly smile to the two policemen at the door, whistled and walked downstairs, shouting loudly as he walked, "Or do you want me to take you to open your eyes?"

Then there is no need.Jane nodded to the police expressionlessly, and walked behind Konstantin. Facing the meaningful gaze of the blond man who stopped, she stretched out her hand, hailed a taxi, told the driver a location, and pulled He got out of the car window and said to the man who leaned over his head, "I have business to do, if your fun is over, please come and meet me at this place."

As she said that, she did not know where to take out the paper and pen, wrote a note and handed it to Konstantin, closed the car window without hesitation, and left in a hurry!

Constantine stood on the side of the road in disbelief, receiving sympathetic looks from passers-by, probably thinking that he was a fool who was abandoned halfway by his angry girlfriend.He looked down at the note, stuffed it into the windbreaker pocket angrily, snorted coldly, and walked towards the nearest bar——

Want him to be obedient to Constantine? --How can this be!He will bring her a big surprise, he promises.

……

Jane stayed in a hotel. After reporting the information she received today to the church, she took a hot bath and then turned off the lights and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, she was awakened by a knock on the door.Opening her eyes, after being reminded by the system assistant, she put the gun and dagger back under the pillow, and opened the door in pajamas from neck to ankle.

A big "surprise" is right behind the door - a man dressed fancy, with colorful hair, smoky eye makeup, nose ring and earrings, just leaning against the doorframe in such a charming posture, seeing the man in the The conservative pajamas full of Peppa Pig patterns, the expressionless woman was stunned for a while, and her eyes were cramped at any time, and she fired at her vigorously, and said in a baby dog ​​voice that was deep in her bones, "Woman, I I can pick it up~ Hani, what pose do you like? I can do both above and below~"

Jane took a deep breath, resisting the urge to slam the door immediately, and said indifferently, "Who asked you to come?"

The voluptuous man thought for a while, then smiled and said, "It's a sexy blonde man, the type I like... What, do you want three people? I can cooperate, but I need to pay more~"

Jane nodded without any surprise, but just when the other party thought she was interested in her and was about to walk into the room when she straightened up, she stopped her.

The man was stunned for a moment, and quickly said, "Oh, I know what you're worried about... Don't worry, I'll take that thing with me, and I can do whatever I want~"

Jane glanced at him and asked him a word very calmly.

"Are you 1 or 0?"

The enchanting man laughed immediately when he heard this, touched her face while Jane wasn't paying attention, sighed that the hand felt smooth and tender, folded his arms and replied with a smile, "I'm a professional, Hani~"

It means both can.very good.Jane nodded, turned around and took out a stack of money and a key from the drawer and put them in the man's hand. Facing his stunned face, she pointed to the opposite room and said coldly, "This should be your usual Three times the price, you can take all the money, I only have one request—"

"Tell me what you say." The other party's eyes lit up, and he quickly showed his favor after collecting the money, "I can do it for you except kill, set, fire, and corpse~"

"The one opposite me is the blond man you met today. He is a pure M, and he likes to play some heavy tricks." Jane said without any guilt, her face was extremely calm, "But he has never Tell anyone about it. Since you claim to be a professional, I think you should be able to perfectly meet the requirements of employers, right?"

The man immediately burst into laughter, shook his hair, and raised his head confidently, "Of course! I'm the one with the best job within a ten-mile radius!"

Jane nodded, "Then you wait on the bed. Remember: he's a hard-to-satisfy guy, and maybe you'll need to play some tricks at first."

"No problem!" The man made an OK gesture to her, and aggressively used the key to open the opposite door and then closed it. At the end, he showed her an ecstatic smile of "You are welcome to participate too."

Jane slammed the door shut, turned off the lights, went to bed, closed her eyes, all in one go.

In the second half of the night, she leaned on the pillow in the room opposite to the cheerful concerto that ping-pong-pong blew from time to time, showing an innocent smile, and fell into an extremely sweet dreamland.

The author has something to say: PS:

The meaning of "luv" in spoken language is similar to that of "sweetie, honey", both of which mean "dear" and "sweetheart".

Ginger, or Jane's spicy...