People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 501 501. Sounds a bit familiar
"You'd better have stealth mode! I don't want to be a flying firework."

That was the most aggrieved way for Constantine to die, being shot down as a UFO.

Fortunately, there were no fighter jets following them on the road, and the spacecraft successfully landed on the South Side of Chicago.

"Didn't you say that your friend just had an accident? Why did he live in a police station building with identification?"

Pointing to the back door of the police station not far away, which required swiping an ID card to enter, Zhang San took action when he saw that several people next to him were still discussing how to get in.

Taking out his Evergreen Police ID, he stopped a buddy who had just come out of the door and said a few words to him.

"come!"

The buddy who helped them swipe their cards took several people directly to the autopsy room where the corpses were stored. After opening the door, he pointed at one of the corpses covered with white cloth and said that this was the legendary music producer who was suspected of committing suicide.

"Can I take a picture with you?"

"no problem."

Obviously, there was no way to take a group photo in the autopsy room, but when the two came to the corridor, they were recognized by the passing medical examiner.

As a result, there were more and more people, and in the end there were more than a dozen standing beside and behind Zhang San.

Some were medical examiners and assistants, some were Chicago police officers who got the tip.

"Officer Zhang, do you think Bernie's death was not suicide?"

Outside the autopsy room, the Chicago Police Chief standing next to Zhang San asked through the glass as he looked at the people inside who were using mysterious powers.

Regarding the cause of death of the legendary music producer, the police determined that it was suicide after careful investigation and autopsy, and it was also reported in the newspaper.

If this wasn't suicide then it would be a big shame for them.

"There are not only superheroes in this world, but also demons and angels. The man inside is an exorcist. He is also an old friend of Bernie and came here specifically for this matter."

In the autopsy room, Constantine prepared with the help of the other two people and lit the dried palm he was holding. A small flame appeared on the top of each finger like a candle.

Then he held the dried palms with lit fingers in his hands, closed his eyes and chanted the spell. The sutured corpse suddenly sat up a few seconds after the spell ended!
"FK!"

The police chief next to Zhang San took a few steps back with his eyes widened, obviously frightened by this scene.

Immediately afterwards, all the corpses lying in the autopsy room began to twitch and make terrible wailing sounds.

咕咚
"Hopefully his witchcraft won't lead to a Night of the Living Dead in our police department."

The police chief named Gary put his hand on the gun at his waist. His eyes quickly scanned the twitching corpses, always ready to face the challenges from hell.

"Is he talking to a corpse?! Oh my god."

Seeing the exorcist saying something quickly to Bernie who had just sat up, Director Gary really relied on his strong willpower to watch this scene that was more terrifying than a 3D horror movie.

As the flames on the palm that Chas was holding inside were extinguished one by one, the legendary music producer's newly 'animated' body gradually lay back.

It was at this time that Director Gary clearly saw the corpse's mouth opening and closing, it was talking, and it was responding to the exorcist's words!

If he hadn't seen this with his own eyes, he would have definitely regarded the police officer who said such a thing as a fool!
"Director Gary, you don't need to worry about the truth of this matter. Just close the case according to the original autopsy information."

After cleaning up the blood on the ground, Constantine led people out of the autopsy room. While he was talking, he reached out to make a new friend. Facing the hand extended by a witchcraft exorcist, Director Gary struggled for a while and finally shook it: "Thank you very much for your help."

A few minutes ago, the other person was holding another person's severed hand.
But there shouldn’t be any contagious viruses from witchcraft props, right?
"If you find any strange case next time, you can call me. I specialize in helping people solve this kind of thing, but it's not free."

Constantine smiled and took out a business card from his pocket with the name Master of Dark Arts written in black on a white background, and put it into the hand of the Chicago Police Chief.

After several people came out of the police station building, he told Officer Zhang the information he had obtained: "There is indeed a problem with Bernie's death, but I have to let my old friend go through the most difficult time in his life again." A scary moment."

"What's the cost of this spell?"

Doctor Fate often talks about magic having a price, so the price of a magic spell that can make the dead answer questions must be quite high.

"Save a few days to live."

This is not the first time Constantine has used this spell, and the reduced life span adds up to a lot.

drip.

A private car stopped on the road next to them and honked its horn. The driver inside was Director Gary.

"I forgot to ask you, what happened to Bernie?"

The police chief who washed his hands and drove over to help wants to know the cause of death of the legendary Chicago music producer.

"Bernie said that sound, what sound on the record made him feel cold, and the moon rising."

"Moonrise Records?"

Director Gary used to like listening to blues, and he remembered that there was a blues record company registered decades ago named Yuesheng.

He also told several people that the company's boss, Marcos Mooney, was still alive, but in bad condition.

"Take us to take a look. Maybe this person knows something." Constantine returned the mobile phone Zed handed over to him. Since someone knows him, there is no need to spend time looking up information.

"Okay, but you must not irritate Marcos. His physical condition is getting worse."

After more than ten minutes of driving, the group arrived at the entrance of a hospital under the leadership of Director Gary.

The boss of Moonrise Records is now so weak that he will spend the rest of his life in the hospital. The last time Director Gary came to visit, the doctor told him that Marcos only had a few months to live.

"Marcos is also a legend in my eyes. He used to be Willie Cole's album producer, and this bluesman was very popular in the 1930s, but he suddenly disappeared at the height of his popularity."

"Could it be that his soul after his death resided on the record, and then Bernie listened to the song and was attacked by a ghost?"

Based on the clues provided by Director Gary, Zhang San instantly figured out common horror movie plots.

"We're not after Chucky."

Constantine, who was walking behind the police chief, shook his head helplessly, because reality was weirder than horror movies.

knock knock knock.

Director Gary, who led them to the door of room 2022, knocked on the door first, then opened the door and walked in.

(End of this chapter)