People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Those demons who usually lurk in the corners like rats are now frequently roaming the streets, causing trouble.

This caused him a lot of trouble at work.

Constantine had a vague feeling that all this chaos was inextricably linked to the impending arrival of Mammon.

In fact, the time for Mammon's arrival is just around the corner!

That's why these demons seemed so excited.

What frustrated him most was that he had absolutely no information about it and was completely in the dark.

He only learned of Mammon's impending arrival from Suren and Old Man Midnight.

But how to get here, when to get here, and where to get here were completely unknown to me.

Constantine had considered asking Suren, but his damned pride wouldn't allow him to bow down to a mere brat.

He also went to see Midnight Old Man, but Midnight Old Man, who could usually chat with him, actually refused to meet him this time.

Fortunately, Angela came knocking on the door at that moment.

This policewoman was brought by Suren herself.

Based on Constantine's understanding of Suren, this opportunistic fellow would never meddle in the affairs of an ordinary person for no reason.

This suggests that Angela, or her deceased sister Isabel, must possess clues about Mammon's arrival!

So, as soon as Constantine confirmed from hell that Isabel had committed suicide, he immediately took Angela to the ward where she had lived.

He firmly believed that, as twin sisters, Isabelle must have left a warning for Angela in a way that only the two of them understood before she died.

He needed to get his hands on this intelligence before Suren arrived, so that he could use it to make an intelligence deal with Suren.

"...So, she was sent to this hellhole just because she claimed she could see demons?"

Constantine, hands in his trench coat pockets, surveyed the room with a sarcastic tone.

Angela, standing to the side, was immediately overcome with emotion and nodded painfully, "Yes."

"Since she committed suicide, she must have left clues."

Constantine rummaged through the bedside table and closet. "Think carefully, do you sisters have any special codes? Or a habit of hiding things?"

Angela shook her head blankly: "No... I don't know what she would leave behind."

"FUCK!"

Constantine was getting a little irritated. He couldn't find any more clues and was going to be controlled by Suren again. This feeling made him very unhappy.

He abruptly stood up, grabbed Angela with both hands, and stared intently at her: "Think again carefully, any detail will do!"

Angela was startled by his sudden action and instinctively tried to break free, only to find that the other person's grip was frighteningly strong.

"Let me go! I really don't know!"

Angela pushed her away, "What are you looking for?!"

Just as Constantine was about to say something, a voice interrupted him.

"Cough cough..."

"Gentlemen, this is a hospital, and I have a student here with me..."

Suren leaned against the doorframe, watching the two entangled together with amusement.

Carrie followed obediently behind him, curiously looking around the ward.

Constantine's expression froze, and he quickly released his grip.

Angela took two steps back, straightened her disheveled clothes, and glared at Constantine.

"Constantine, has the cause of her sister's death been determined?"

"Surren asked."

Constantine said coldly, "It's been confirmed."

"Isabel did commit suicide; her soul is in hell."

"Also, she and Angela are twins."

"So...where were you just now?"

Suren raised an eyebrow, her gaze shifting between the two.

Angela straightened her clothes and explained coldly, "He thought Isabel and I were twins, so Isabel must have left me a message in some way before she died."

"I think his idea is not wrong."

Suren nodded and said casually,

"Perhaps you could try breathing on the glass?"

Angela was taken aback by what she heard, and long-buried memories were awakened.

When they were little, she and Isabel would often hide under the covers and use flashlights to signal each other, or write on the fogged glass to communicate!

She rushed to the French windows on the balcony as if she had gone mad, exhaling a large breath of hot air into the cold glass.

White mist covered the glass, revealing crooked and distorted handwriting.

Sister, beware of the demon.

Angela gasped, covering her mouth in shock, and turned to look at Suren: "How did you know?!"

Constantine's eyes widened as he stared intently at Suren.

This guy is not only incredibly strong, but could he also predict the future?!

Only then did he notice Carrie following behind Suren.

Looking at the frail girl with a face full of freckles, who seemed as if a gust of wind could knock her over, he sneered, "Bringing a little girl to get involved in this kind of thing?"

"Suren, when did you switch careers to become a nanny?"

Suren glanced at him, then smiled without saying a word.

Little girl?

If you really piss her off, she'll have a little devil in each hand.

Angela stared blankly at the words on the glass, her mind replaying the painful life her sister had led before her death.

"Beware of demons..."

Angela murmured to herself, tears streaming down her face, "We should have known..."

"We've been able to see those things since we were little..."

She turned to look at Suren and Constantine, her voice trembling: "You knew all along, didn't you?"

Constantine remained silent; he had already guessed it after returning from hell.

As twins, the younger sister possesses psychic abilities, so how could the older sister be an ordinary person with no senses?

However, Angela learned to pretend and lie from a young age, and she hid the fact that she could see demons from the adults.

After watching her sister being sent to the hospital as a mental patient, she eventually forced herself to shut down her psychic abilities.

Having such a talent would only lead to tragedy in the world of ordinary people who don't understand it.

"I'm willing to die in her place..."

Angela collapsed to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, "It's all my fault!"

"If I hadn't lied, she wouldn't have died here all alone!"

She jerked her head up, looking at Constantine: "Please! Help me restore this talent! I want to see clearly what she went through!"

"impossible."

Constantine resolutely refused, coldly looking at the woman on the ground, "Once you can see them, they can see you too."

"Those demons will tear you to pieces."

Angela was in despair, and she turned to look at Suren.

Suren looked at her and shook her head slightly.

He really couldn't help with these things.

Angela looked ashen-faced, and just as she was sinking into despair, Suren spoke up again.

"Constantine, the plan for Mammon's arrival is inextricably linked to her."

"What?!"

Constantine's fingers, which were holding the cigarette, trembled.

"One of the essential conditions for Mammon to descend to the human world is that he needs a human with psychic abilities as a vessel for his birth."

Suren looked at Angela kneeling on the ground and continued, "Isabel chose to commit suicide in order to sabotage this plan."

"Now that the container is gone, who do you think those demons will target?"

Constantine's expression changed drastically, and he blurted out, "What else? What conditions are needed for Mammon's descent?!"

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