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Chapter 375 Not Rules, But Law

In the living room of the apartment.

Du Mu and Constantine appeared out of thin air, startling Angela.

"God, are you all alright?"

Angela was originally a staunch materialist who firmly believed that science could explain everything.

In just half an hour, she first experienced a large group of demons attacking her, and then witnessed two living people disappear and reappear before her eyes. Her worldview was completely shattered, and she has now become a devout Catholic.

Du Mu chuckled and said, "It's alright, it's alright. I've found your sister. She did indeed commit suicide, but you don't need to worry. Her soul won't stay in hell because I've already sent her to meet God."

That sounds a bit strange.

Having witnessed Du Mu's abilities, Angela had no doubts and repeatedly expressed her gratitude: "Thank you so much, thank you for saving Isabel's soul."

As she spoke, she noticed that Constantine beside her was silent, his eyes were empty, and he seemed to have lost his soul.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Don't worry about him. He was just turned away from heaven and he's still feeling the blow."

Du Mu's face revealed undisguised schadenfreude.

Constantine is truly despised by everyone, even those in Heaven immediately weld their doors shut upon seeing him, as if they're afraid of being extorted by this guy.

But this is not Heaven's fault.

Constantine's name is infamous throughout the three realms.

From angels in heaven to demons in hell, there is no power that he hasn't swindled; his reputation is even worse than that of the devils in hell.

If Heaven were to actually take this guy in, it's estimated that within a few days, all the good reputation they've built up over the years would be completely ruined by this rotten apple.

Constantine suddenly seemed to come back to his senses, grabbed Du Mu's arm, and said urgently, "Buddy, summon Heaven again. They definitely didn't hear me just now. Try again. With my character and qualifications, there's no reason for them not to want me."

Du Mu chuckled: "You should have some self-awareness. With your resume, only hell would take you in. I advise you to submit to Satan. Maybe he has dozens of big, ruthless demons waiting in the theme park to pamper you together."

Constantine's face paled even more upon hearing this: "I don't believe it! Unless you summon Heaven again!"

"I am not summoning heaven, but merely redeeming souls and sending them to heaven. This method can only be used on souls."

Du Mu helplessly spread his hands: "Unless you die right here and become a soul, I can try to send you to heaven. Of course, I can't guarantee that heaven will accept you after you become a soul. If they still don't want you, then you can only go straight to hell."

As he spoke, Du Mu once again drew his golden Desert Eagle and pointed it at Constantine's head.

"However, since you're so confident in your character, I can grant your wish. I'll send you on your way now and see if you meet God or Satan."

"Wait, I've suddenly changed my mind."

Constantine reached out and pressed the muzzle of the gun, his face solemn. "Although I have absolute confidence in my character, the world is in chaos, and demons roam freely. As an exorcist, how can I abandon humanity at this time and go to heaven to enjoy myself alone?"

"I think we can put going to heaven on hold for now. The most important thing right now is to resolve this crisis."

All this talk is just a sign of cowardice.

Du Mu was too lazy to expose this guy, so he took out his phone and pulled up the mysterious pattern he had taken a picture of from Isabel.

Do you know the origin of this pattern?

Constantine frowned and looked at it for a long time, then shook his head: "I don't know either, but I can ask a few friends. They are good at this kind of investigation, so we should have news soon."

Du Mu raised an eyebrow: "You actually still have friends? Oh no, I mean, you actually still have friends who haven't broken off their friendship with you?"

Constantine grinned. "Of course, they're old friends I've known for over a decade, and we've been through thick and thin together."

The so-called "life-or-death friendship" refers to the fact that Constantine almost killed them on several occasions.

But this also shows that his friends have very strong birth charts, making them very suitable to be his friends.

Constantine took out his phone and dialed several numbers in turn.

But after a short while, his expression changed repeatedly, and finally he hung up the phone as if he had just finished a thesis defense.

"What's wrong?" Du Mu asked.

Constantine gritted his teeth: "They're all dead, and their deaths were all bizarre. It's very likely that the devil hiding behind the scenes did it. He knew I was investigating him, so he killed all my friends."

Du Mu was speechless.

As expected of Constantine, no one who befriends him ends up well.

Even the strongest birth chart can't save someone from being ultimately ruined by him.

Constantine was heartbroken. He didn't have many friends to begin with, and now he had even fewer. He wouldn't even have anyone to shield him from exorcisms... no, he wouldn't even have anyone to help him. He felt incredibly insecure.

He silently mourned for his friends for two seconds, then rallied his spirits.

"It's alright, I have another friend who owns a midnight club, he definitely knows a lot of things."

The Midnight Club is a completely neutral force in the human world.

This club is open only to supernatural beings and is a harmonious zone between heaven and hell on earth.

Anyone entering the club must abide by the rules and no conflicts are allowed, which is somewhat similar to the case of the mainland hotel where a dog caused a bloody incident.

The club owner, nicknamed Midnight Daddy, is a voodoo sorcerer who is absolutely neutral, neither favoring Heaven nor Hell.

He and Constantine were comrades-in-arms who fought side by side against the forces of Hell, and their strength was considerable.

The fact that he has been Constantine's friend for so many years and is still alive and well is enough to prove this point.

The Midnight Club is tucked away in a secluded alley in the city, and looks like an abandoned old warehouse.

The three drove to the old warehouse. As soon as they got close, Du Mu could feel a faint magical barrier enveloping the entire building, which was probably specially designed to shield ordinary humans from magic.

This kind of low-level magic was useless against Du Mu and Constantine.

With their guidance, Angela successfully crossed the barrier.

They got out of the car, opened the iron gate of the warehouse, and went down to the basement level, where they found the hidden midnight club.

A tall, muscular black man stood at the door, stopping them with a stack of cards that exuded magical energy, demanding that they read the contents on the back of the cards.

This is a method the club uses to screen ordinary people.

The Midnight Club has strict rules that prohibit any ordinary human from entering, not even those brought in by club members.

Du Mu and Constantine immediately recognized the image on the card and were allowed to pass.

Angela is an ordinary person and naturally wouldn't be able to see the intricacies above, but she is the key to this incident, and we certainly can't leave her here alone.

Du Mu simply pulled Angela into a private chat group, told her the answer, and let her join him in the midnight club.

As you step inside the club, you're greeted by rhythmic electronic music.

The lights here are dim red, and the bar and booths are already full of people, making it look like a regular nightclub.

Du Mu glanced around and found that most of the guests in the club were hybrid angels and hybrid demons, that is, angels and demons who lived in the human world in human bodies.

Their main job on earth is to compete for human souls for their respective forces, with one side responsible for protecting humanity and the other for bewitching it.

To put it bluntly, they are grassroots sales representatives sent to the human world by heaven and hell, working from dawn till dusk every day to boost their company's performance and KPIs.

Of course, this doesn't mean they will retaliate against each other.

On the contrary, the atmosphere here is exceptionally harmonious and pleasant. You can even see several angels and demons gathered together drinking and bragging, creating a scene of great joy.

After all, they are all lowly laborers, just trying to make a living, there's no need for them to fight to the death.

The three of them made their way through the noisy crowd to the office deep inside the club.

Constantine made no attempt to be polite and simply pushed the door open and entered.

A black man sat in the office, wearing a black top hat and scarf, with a thick cigar in his mouth, looking every bit the godfather.

"Middle Knight, my good friend, I've come to see you again. Did you miss me?"

Constantine spoke first, his tone as warm as that of a long-lost brother.

Faced with this enthusiasm, Midnight Father remained extremely indifferent: "Constantine, you bastard, how dare you show your face in front of me again? I haven't even settled the score with you for selling me a batch of fake holy artifacts last time."

Constantine's smile froze for a moment. Zi Guang glanced around discreetly and noticed that Du Mu and Angela were staring at him with the look of someone appraising a scumbag.

He awkwardly explained, "I'm a victim too. How was I supposed to know those things were fake?"

At midnight, the old man snorted coldly, "Then give me back my money."

"I've spent all the money, I'll owe you for now, and I'll pay you back double later." Constantine skillfully used the tactic of stalling.

"You can't possibly pay back anything!"

Midnight Old Man couldn't help but burst into a tirade: "I'm a witch doctor, don't think I can't see through you! You've had lung cancer for a long time, you're not far from death! I was wondering why you've been borrowing money from friends all this time, turns out you were planning to freeload and have someone die to pay off your debts!"

It's really like Counter-Strike!

Du Mu and Angela were greatly astonished.

Constantine's level of despicable behavior has repeatedly lowered the bar for our understanding of what constitutes a despicable person.

"How could I possibly be that kind of person?"

Having his thoughts exposed on the spot, even Constantine's thick skin couldn't take it anymore.

Constantine quickly changed the subject: "Let's not talk about that now. I have something important to discuss with you, something that concerns the safety of the entire human race. I need your help investigating this pattern."

As he spoke, he handed the phone to Old Man Midnight.

Midnight Dad didn't argue with Constantine much.

A person with late-stage lung cancer who was personally named by Satan is practically invincible. Arguing with such a person will only be a waste of your time.

He took a puff of his cigar and glanced at his phone casually.

When he saw the image on the screen, his fingers holding the cigar paused, and his expression darkened slightly.

Midnight Old Man said in a deep voice, "You know my rules: as long as the balance between Heaven and Hell is not broken, I will not interfere in the affairs of either side."

Constantine knew that Old Man Midnight recognized the pattern, and immediately perked up: "The balance has long been broken. A large number of demons have broken through the boundaries and descended to the human world. Hell has violated the rules, and there must be a big conspiracy behind it."

"That's impossible."

Midnight Father shook his head decisively: "Heaven and Hell cannot directly interfere with the human world. It's a rule established by those two themselves, and neither side will easily break it. Constantine, this isn't just another lie you've fabricated to achieve some other goal, is it?"

Constantine's credibility with Midnight Daddy had long since fallen into negative territory.

He didn't believe a single punctuation mark from Constantine's words.

Seeing that his father was unmoved by Midnight's words, Constantine became furious: "Fine, if you won't talk, then lend me your chair, I'll investigate myself."

Midnight Old Man sneered, "Don't even think about it. I don't want you dying on my turf and summoning Satan."

That electric chair is one of Midnight Daddy's most prized possessions, from Star Prison in New York State.

As one of the three earliest prisons in the United States to use electrocution, this chair has been used to execute 200 heinous death row inmates since 1890.

Because many evil spirits descended to hell through that electric chair, the lingering resentment and deathly aura permeated the entire chair, turning it into a special magical artifact capable of tracing the tracks of all evil spirits.

Du Mu shook his head as he watched the two arguing, and reached out to pull Constantine aside, who still wanted to argue.

"Go away, let me talk to him."

Old Man Midnight squinted, scrutinizing Du Mu from head to toe, a strange look on his face: "Such a chaotic aura, a mix of heaven, hell, and earth. Just who are you?"

Du Mu grinned: "My name is Du Mu. I'm investigating this incident just like Constantine. Although Constantine is indeed a scoundrel, I guarantee he's telling the truth this time. I need you to tell me the origin of this pattern."

"I said I wouldn't interfere in any conflict between Heaven and Hell."

Old Man Midnight leaned back in his chair, took a puff of his cigar, and exhaled a smoke ring: "Whether you're an angel or a devil, from heaven or hell, I don't care."

"I'm sorry, I'm neither an angel nor a devil."

Du Mu took out a shiny police badge and slammed it onto the table.

"I am a police officer, and I suspect your bar is involved in multiple illegal and criminal activities, including but not limited to operating without a license and tax evasion."

This bar is illegally selling alcohol and harbors a large number of dangerous individuals. Please cooperate with our investigation; otherwise, we will shut it down according to the law.

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Midnight Dad: "???"