SWNOVELXO Mei Man: Starting from the Dimension Demon
Chapter 156 Crow
Chapter 156 Crow
Night, lakeside villa.
On the first floor, a bar for bartending near the lobby.
Whoa!
Listening to the sound of the wind and rain outside, Constantine ordered a cocktail and leaned lazily on the bar.
He heard someone approaching, judged the owner of the voice, and said without raising his head.
"Grant, has your manpower completed the fortification?"
"Well, although the time is a bit tight, it is barely finished."
It was Grant who came. He sat down beside Constantine and looked at the woman at the bar.
"Ms. Alice, thank you for your advice. We have transferred those patients. This is the key there."
"Thank you, it's great to be able to help you."
After receiving the key, Alice personally mixed a glass of wine for him, regretting.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the subsequent manuscript, and I have no way to see the next story, so you two must be careful"
After chatting with the two of them a few more words, Alice put down the wine glass she was wiping, nodded and left.
Before the figure completely stepped into the darkness, she hesitated for a moment, leaving a sentence of "be careful of Alan Wake" before leaving without looking back.
wow.
Shaking the glass, Constantine and Grant clinked a glass, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
A mosquito buzzed over, Konstantin covered it with a glass and put it on the table maliciously, then took a deep breath of the cigarette and spit out the thick smoke into the glass.
The mosquito struggled in the cup and kept flying back and forth.
"Konstantin, I'm curious. Your code name is Hell Detective. Have you really seen hell?"
With alcohol, Grant asks his own question at the right time.
Controlling subtle expressions and movements, even the ups and downs and changes in tone of voice, he knew that his identity as an agent would arouse the other party's vigilance, so he had to make sure that he made it look like he mentioned it casually, not deliberately asking for information.
There is a very deep psychological game in it, but Constantine didn't even look at him, he just rolled his eyes for the blind man.
"Whether it's a high-level demon in hell or a prince of hell, or even Lucifer or Satan, as long as you can name it, I have dealt with them at least once."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine said with a sad face.
"Konstantin, are those demons in hell easy to deal with?"
With a twinkle in his eye, Grant remembered some dark arts experimentation in Hydra.
"Hehe. I advise you to give up your mind as soon as possible. Those bastards from hell have great malice towards human beings. The set of rules in human society cannot be applied to demons!"
As soon as the other party pouted their butts, Constantine knew what color shit they pooped, it was nothing more than the same old style, experiment, control, mass production
Even if the world is changed and the organization is changed, the dog still can't change eating shit!
"Actually, I don't care about hell.
But you know, there are always some elderly people who think this way, if one day he leaves this world, will he go to hell or heaven? "
As a senior agent, it is a basic instinct to observe words and demeanor. Grant quickly turned his target on those big men and picked himself clean.
"It's a real question, but the answer is often brutal"
Thinking of the state of this world's paradise, Constantine shook his head slightly.
"Look at the mosquito in this cup. If it knows that it can't get out and is doomed to die, will it struggle like this and resist its fate?"
Looking at the mosquito in the cup, bumping into it non-stop, Grant felt that the other party had something to say, he thought for a while, and replied.
"Yes, even if the possibility is almost zero, I still want to resist and see."
"uh-huh?"
"Even those big figures who hold status and power will try to resist, otherwise no one will be willing to die like this without doing anything."
With a smile, Grant gave his opinion.
"It's a beautiful idea, but just like the mosquito in this cup, it doesn't matter whether it works hard or not, the most important thing is who will choose to help it."
Exhaling a smoke ring, Constantine's voice sounded full of stories.
"By the way. Grant, did anyone say that your smile looks fake?"
This abrupt sentence made Grant's face stiff, and he subconsciously touched his face, is there any?This is a professionally trained expression, and it should be the most able to draw in the relationship between others.
"Yes, your smile is too fake, you look panicked!"
For a master of deception, it is true and false, but in the blink of an eye.
Putting out the cigarette in the ashtray, Konstantin stood up from the chair, walked along the corridor with one hand on the wall, waved his hand and staggered away.
He drank a little too much this afternoon, so he needed to wash his face and refresh himself.
Watching him go further and further, Grant took out the walkie-talkie, stood up and walked to the upper floor of the villa while giving orders.
"Squad A, bring a powerful flashlight. From now on, no one is allowed to enter this area."
"Yes."
"Squad B, guard the second floor of the villa, and send 2 people to station on the roof by the way. Those searchlights are the big killer tonight. You must take care of them."
"clear."
And shortly after he left, a hand stretched out from the shadows, and lifted the upside-down wine glass on the table, revealing a gap.
The mosquito in the cup immediately sensed the change in the airflow, and flew out of it with a whoosh along the smoke.
It flew around the arm twice, then buzzed and fled into the distance.
In the silent darkness, someone whispered.
"Go to TM fate!"
……
"Shhhhhh"
In the toilet on the first floor, Constantine came out of the cubicle, shaking his hands and whistling.
tread.
After a pause, Constantine felt his right foot step on something.
Lowering his head, looking through the dim light, it was the corpse of a crow.
The crow seemed to have died not long ago, with blood flowing all over the ground, and the black eyes looked at him silently, making people shudder.
Ordinary people would probably scream if they stayed here, but Constantine raised his eyebrows and picked up the crow on the ground, taking a good look at it.
There was only a knife mark on the corpse, and he simulated the scene in his mind. A crow flew towards someone and someone pulled out a dagger and stabbed it lightly in the heart.
Considering that he was in the toilet just now, this should not be the scene of the first crime. Some guy who killed the crow maliciously threw a crow's body over without him noticing.
It was even thrown outside his door, so close to him!
"This joke is not funny at all."
In this building, a person of unknown origin mixed in, and this person also brought the corpse of a crow.
The man was carrying at least one weapon, a dagger or some kind of short blade, and he acted like a ghost, wandering around the villa area all the time.
"Hello~ Is it Grant? I found something here." Taking out the walkie-talkie, Constantine got in touch with Grant.
Boom! !
The thunder outside the window sounded again, and the howling wind was mixed with large raindrops, crackling on the window on the right.
A black crow flew from the black wind and rain, stuck to the outside of the window glass, stared at Constantine with its pitch-black pupils, and hit the glass with its head one after another, making rhythmic crashing sounds.
Boom, boom, boom.
(End of this chapter)
Night, lakeside villa.
On the first floor, a bar for bartending near the lobby.
Whoa!
Listening to the sound of the wind and rain outside, Constantine ordered a cocktail and leaned lazily on the bar.
He heard someone approaching, judged the owner of the voice, and said without raising his head.
"Grant, has your manpower completed the fortification?"
"Well, although the time is a bit tight, it is barely finished."
It was Grant who came. He sat down beside Constantine and looked at the woman at the bar.
"Ms. Alice, thank you for your advice. We have transferred those patients. This is the key there."
"Thank you, it's great to be able to help you."
After receiving the key, Alice personally mixed a glass of wine for him, regretting.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the subsequent manuscript, and I have no way to see the next story, so you two must be careful"
After chatting with the two of them a few more words, Alice put down the wine glass she was wiping, nodded and left.
Before the figure completely stepped into the darkness, she hesitated for a moment, leaving a sentence of "be careful of Alan Wake" before leaving without looking back.
wow.
Shaking the glass, Constantine and Grant clinked a glass, and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.
A mosquito buzzed over, Konstantin covered it with a glass and put it on the table maliciously, then took a deep breath of the cigarette and spit out the thick smoke into the glass.
The mosquito struggled in the cup and kept flying back and forth.
"Konstantin, I'm curious. Your code name is Hell Detective. Have you really seen hell?"
With alcohol, Grant asks his own question at the right time.
Controlling subtle expressions and movements, even the ups and downs and changes in tone of voice, he knew that his identity as an agent would arouse the other party's vigilance, so he had to make sure that he made it look like he mentioned it casually, not deliberately asking for information.
There is a very deep psychological game in it, but Constantine didn't even look at him, he just rolled his eyes for the blind man.
"Whether it's a high-level demon in hell or a prince of hell, or even Lucifer or Satan, as long as you can name it, I have dealt with them at least once."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine said with a sad face.
"Konstantin, are those demons in hell easy to deal with?"
With a twinkle in his eye, Grant remembered some dark arts experimentation in Hydra.
"Hehe. I advise you to give up your mind as soon as possible. Those bastards from hell have great malice towards human beings. The set of rules in human society cannot be applied to demons!"
As soon as the other party pouted their butts, Constantine knew what color shit they pooped, it was nothing more than the same old style, experiment, control, mass production
Even if the world is changed and the organization is changed, the dog still can't change eating shit!
"Actually, I don't care about hell.
But you know, there are always some elderly people who think this way, if one day he leaves this world, will he go to hell or heaven? "
As a senior agent, it is a basic instinct to observe words and demeanor. Grant quickly turned his target on those big men and picked himself clean.
"It's a real question, but the answer is often brutal"
Thinking of the state of this world's paradise, Constantine shook his head slightly.
"Look at the mosquito in this cup. If it knows that it can't get out and is doomed to die, will it struggle like this and resist its fate?"
Looking at the mosquito in the cup, bumping into it non-stop, Grant felt that the other party had something to say, he thought for a while, and replied.
"Yes, even if the possibility is almost zero, I still want to resist and see."
"uh-huh?"
"Even those big figures who hold status and power will try to resist, otherwise no one will be willing to die like this without doing anything."
With a smile, Grant gave his opinion.
"It's a beautiful idea, but just like the mosquito in this cup, it doesn't matter whether it works hard or not, the most important thing is who will choose to help it."
Exhaling a smoke ring, Constantine's voice sounded full of stories.
"By the way. Grant, did anyone say that your smile looks fake?"
This abrupt sentence made Grant's face stiff, and he subconsciously touched his face, is there any?This is a professionally trained expression, and it should be the most able to draw in the relationship between others.
"Yes, your smile is too fake, you look panicked!"
For a master of deception, it is true and false, but in the blink of an eye.
Putting out the cigarette in the ashtray, Konstantin stood up from the chair, walked along the corridor with one hand on the wall, waved his hand and staggered away.
He drank a little too much this afternoon, so he needed to wash his face and refresh himself.
Watching him go further and further, Grant took out the walkie-talkie, stood up and walked to the upper floor of the villa while giving orders.
"Squad A, bring a powerful flashlight. From now on, no one is allowed to enter this area."
"Yes."
"Squad B, guard the second floor of the villa, and send 2 people to station on the roof by the way. Those searchlights are the big killer tonight. You must take care of them."
"clear."
And shortly after he left, a hand stretched out from the shadows, and lifted the upside-down wine glass on the table, revealing a gap.
The mosquito in the cup immediately sensed the change in the airflow, and flew out of it with a whoosh along the smoke.
It flew around the arm twice, then buzzed and fled into the distance.
In the silent darkness, someone whispered.
"Go to TM fate!"
……
"Shhhhhh"
In the toilet on the first floor, Constantine came out of the cubicle, shaking his hands and whistling.
tread.
After a pause, Constantine felt his right foot step on something.
Lowering his head, looking through the dim light, it was the corpse of a crow.
The crow seemed to have died not long ago, with blood flowing all over the ground, and the black eyes looked at him silently, making people shudder.
Ordinary people would probably scream if they stayed here, but Constantine raised his eyebrows and picked up the crow on the ground, taking a good look at it.
There was only a knife mark on the corpse, and he simulated the scene in his mind. A crow flew towards someone and someone pulled out a dagger and stabbed it lightly in the heart.
Considering that he was in the toilet just now, this should not be the scene of the first crime. Some guy who killed the crow maliciously threw a crow's body over without him noticing.
It was even thrown outside his door, so close to him!
"This joke is not funny at all."
In this building, a person of unknown origin mixed in, and this person also brought the corpse of a crow.
The man was carrying at least one weapon, a dagger or some kind of short blade, and he acted like a ghost, wandering around the villa area all the time.
"Hello~ Is it Grant? I found something here." Taking out the walkie-talkie, Constantine got in touch with Grant.
Boom! !
The thunder outside the window sounded again, and the howling wind was mixed with large raindrops, crackling on the window on the right.
A black crow flew from the black wind and rain, stuck to the outside of the window glass, stared at Constantine with its pitch-black pupils, and hit the glass with its head one after another, making rhythmic crashing sounds.
Boom, boom, boom.
(End of this chapter)
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