The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 310 Three Detectives ([-])

"Okay, Constantine, the greatest detective ever, has found the result you want." Constantine stood in the middle of the reception room of Schiller Manor with a cigarette in his mouth.

Schiller leaned on the sofa and read the newspaper. He put the newspaper down a little bit, exposed his eyes, looked at Constantine, and asked him, "What did you find out?"

"It's the murderer of those two murders, didn't you ask me to investigate this?"

"Then what did you find out?"

"The man who beheaded Hawke was called Evans Falcone, and the man who sawed Rich was named Evans Falcone, but he was wearing black and yellow armor..."

Schiller closed the newspaper in his hand, then folded the newspaper and put it aside, he pointed to the sofa opposite, Constantine came and sat down, Schiller said to him: "I guess, you should have gone Go to hell, find the souls of these two hapless victims, and ask them their own?"

"This is Hell Detective." Constantine spread his hands and said, "I've said it all, the point is hell."

"I can go directly to hell to ask the souls of the dead. There is no case in this world that I can't investigate."

"...Have you ever been to school?" Schiller asked him suddenly.

"Of course I did, and I went to college in London for a while."

"Then when you take the exam, if you only write one score, will you get a score?"

"Uh..." Constantine touched the stubble on his chin and said, "Well, I can reverse the process from the result."

"Although I haven't seen the person named Evans, but Falcone is the surname of the godfather, so Evans should be his son."

"The son of the godfather killed the subordinates of the godfather..." Constantine breathed out a puff of smoke, narrowed his eyes, and said with a little emotion: "Perhaps it is because the former king is old, and the young lion is showing his fangs." ..."

"If the prince wants to seize the throne, he must first cut off the wings of the old imperial party. As far as I know, the twelve families are the core force of the godfather's rule of Gotham. If the heir of the godfather wants to take the throne, he must first tear down these few families. a pillar."

"When he went to visit Hawke, Hawke wouldn't have any suspicions, because he was the godfather's son after all, just like that, the man named Evans invited Hawke into the reception room, and then chopped off his head .”

"And then Rich's death also made sense. The man in black and yellow armor that Rich saw should be a killer or a mercenary, because only people of this profession would dress like this."

"It was Evans who hired this killer to kill Rich, just to further weaken the power of the Godfather."

"After I made a start with Lawrence, the heir to the godfather wisely seized this opportunity. As long as he uses the same method to create a murder after me, then he can push everything to the serial murderer. ..."

"That's it, all of this is a conspiracy by little Falcone. He wants to usurp the position of godfather, so he uses the serial murder as an excuse to eliminate dissidents..."

"...how about this reasoning?" Constantine looked at Schiller.

"Basically all wrong."

Constantine raised his eyebrows and said, "It's not all wrong, right? Even if there may be mistakes in the process, the result is at least right, right?"

Schiller shook his head and said: "I have to admit that even if your method is suspected of cheating, it works well in most cases. It is absolutely accurate to let the dead victim identify the murderer. .”

"But this is Gotham, Constantine..." Schiller looked at Constantine and said, "You've been here for several days, haven't you realized that everything here is ridiculous?"

"The situation you mentioned may appear in other cities and other forces, but Gotham is a chaotic place where anything unreasonable can happen."

"So what's wrong?"

Constantine frowned. He put his elbows on his knees, leaned forward, and said, "Evans Falcone is never wrong. Hawke told me that he was the murderer. I can Make sure he's not lying."

"No, even the name is wrong, because the person who killed Hawk was not named Evans Falcone, but Alberto Falcone, Alberto is Evans' elder brother."

"Twin brothers?" Constantine's fingertips trembled.

"But I heard that Falcone has only one son."

"Physically speaking, he does have only one son. Have you ever heard of dual personality?"

"Oh... that's a bit of a shame." Constantine waved his hand and said, "Except for a psychiatrist, who would know that he has a second personality? Even the victim doesn't know, this can't be done through reasoning of."

"Although it's a bit difficult, it's not impossible. If you investigate carefully, you will know that most people's comments on Evans are 'indecisive'. He is unlikely to have the courage to kill himself just because he wants to be in power. Father's subordinate."

"At least you can know that the relationship between the godfather and his son is not bad. The conflict between the two of them has not been so intense that they are now fighting for the throne..."

"Okay, this is because I didn't investigate carefully, so replace Evans with Falberto. There is no problem with the motive and method?" Constantine's voice was a little hoarse.

"Although the relationship between Alberto and the godfather is indeed not good, and maybe he really wants to replace the godfather, but he has no reason to hire a killer to kill Rich. As you said, if he can kill Hawk, that's okay. You can use the same method to kill Rich, there is no need to pretend to be someone else."

"Well, it seems that I'm really not a detective..." Constantine spread his hands and said, "This is the end of Hell Detective's first detective career..."

He took a deep puff of the cigarette, and the thick smoke billowed from between his mouth and nose, covering half of his face like a mask, making it impossible to see his clenched teeth and the twitching corners of his mouth.

"Konstantin, you walk between heaven and hell, and you deal with cunning demons. Even the most terrifying demon king in hell can't do anything to you."

"Even if the focus of Hell's detective is not a detective, you shouldn't ignore so many details and come up with such a sloppy process and result, unless..."

Schiller stood up, and he walked to the bookshelf behind the desk. Constantine smoked one cigarette after another, and the hand holding the cigarette began to shake violently.

Finally, he couldn't hold back anymore, and leaned on the sofa as if he had lost his strength.

His face was pale, blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the severe pain made his whole body start to twitch.

With dim eyesight, he saw Schiller standing opposite him, holding a wine bottle in one hand and a wine glass in the other, aiming the mouth of the bottle at the glass and pouring wine into it.

When the wine was poured into Constantine's mouth, he sat up as if awakened, and then looked around in a daze. Finally, he looked up and saw Schiller's head turned into a slowly rotating globe.

Constantine let out a breath, even in his dream, his fingertips trembled a little, he lit another cigarette and stuffed it into his mouth, and it was a little better.

"Even in the second before dying, people can dream. In other words, this is a good time to dream. The revolving lantern of life is the best dream."

"...Really?" Constantine turned his head slowly, looked out the window, and said, "...I never had a good dream."

"But I know..." Constantine's long sigh accompanied the words: "...It's not the Oneiroi's fault."

Along with the smoke, Constantine began his narration.

"Before I was born, I had a brother, we were twins, and we shared the space in my mother's womb and the nourishment she gave us."

"One day, in my mother's womb, I strangled him with the umbilical cord. Before I was born, I killed my brother, and then took away all the space and nutrients."

"And this also caused my mother to bleed heavily during childbirth, and died of dystocia. When I was just born, I killed my own mother."

"My mother died because of me, so my father hated me very much. When he committed a crime and went to prison, I was placed in foster care with other relatives."

"It was also during this life that I came into contact with magic. After my father was released from prison, in order to avenge his indifference, I cursed him with the magic I had just learned. He didn't die, but became very weak and miserable. "

"Then I started playing around the world as a band member, causing more trouble, killing more people, and in an accident that landed me in a psychiatric hospital, I woke up to myself Awareness of fate, and seeing all this..."

"More importantly, I saw a shadow that has always been with me, that is my elder brother, who was killed by me before he was born, my own brother, he did not die, but became A curse that haunts me forever..."

"The two of us are twins. I have an unparalleled talent for magic, and so does he. The curse he turned into has been surrounding me, hiding under the bed every night, taking away my dreams, and I know that what he wants More than these."

"He just wanted to torture me, make me miserable and break down, and then kill me."

"This curse is eroding my body little by little, from dreams to soul, and then to body, bringing me severe pain. For several years, I tried all the exorcism rituals, but none of them worked."

"why?"

"When I killed him, he was not yet born. After his soul became a curse, he was born with me. We are one person, so any exorcism will be useless..."

"But I have to solve this problem, because he is going to kill me..." Constantine coughed twice, he relaxed his body, leaned on the back of the sofa, and seemed to enjoy himself, he said: "Get into your For a moment in the dream space, I was stunned, I haven't been so relaxed in many years."

Constantine's smoking rhythm finally slowed down, and the smoke became thinner. Schiller asked, "So it's because of your brother that you want to go to the Oneiroi?"

"That's right, because I found that he seems to be able to interfere with my dreams and bring me all kinds of nightmares. I think this may be related to Oneiroi, and maybe Murphys can have a solution."

"But before I came, I didn't have much hope, because the last time I met with Oneiroi, he told me that he couldn't give me sweet dreams. I don't know why, but maybe he was expressing his rejection."

"Therefore, I have prepared another plan."

"what is that?"

"Laurena Sanchez, a ghost mother who specializes in dealing with children." Constantine narrowed his eyes and said, "The curse entwined on me is the image of a fetus, and everything related to fetuses, infants, and children Everything is under the care of the ghost mother."

"Laurena has been in Gotham for a long time, but not because she likes to stay here, but because her grandmother once made a contract with a mysterious force here..."

"And that mysterious force is called... Owl Priest."

(End of this chapter)