As the sun sets in the west, the orange sunlight passes through the high-rise buildings in the city, passes through the barriers of glass and curtains, and slowly slides across the room.
Sliding over the corner of the messy quilt, sliding over the wrinkled sheets, sliding over... and onto the stubbled face of a man.
"Hmm...it will be dawn so soon...?"
Constantine rubbed his eyes drowsily, and drowsily grabbed the electronic clock on the bedside and took a look.
"Oh, it's afternoon."
Picking up the wine glass on the bedside table and taking a sip to refresh himself, Constantine began to recall what happened last night.
no idea.
"This is……
Whose house is this? Who is this woman? Where are my clothes? "
…………
Ten minutes later, Constantine staggered out of the apartment door.
The setting sun on the horizon has been half swallowed by the horizon, and the light shining along the road shows a strange fiery red color.
"Huh... What a coincidence. I shouldn't have woken up at this time."
Constantine, who was used to being a nocturnal creature, seemed to have not seen the sun at this time for a long time.
This made him somewhat uncomfortable.
After tightening the windbreaker, the air at this time was still a bit cold, which made people uncomfortable.
Turning around and looking up at the tall apartment building, Constantine frowned: "Maybe I should promise her to stay a little longer."
He said so, but Constantine didn't show any nostalgia. He took out the crumpled cigarette case from his pocket, took out an equally crumpled cigarette, held it in his mouth, and touched his pocket.
"I should have asked for the lighter from Lynn a long time ago. I don't know when this bastard will think of looking for me."
Holding an unlit cigarette in his mouth and walking aimlessly along the street, Constantine himself was not sure where he should go tonight.
Maybe finding another place to have some drinks would be a good option.
When passing by a man standing in the wind lighting a cigarette with his back turned, Constantine lit the cigarette in his mouth and used a street trick to get the guy's lighter into his pocket.
Well, actually it was stealing.
In addition to being a true magician, Constantine was also an expert in deception, a street magician, and a skilled thief.
Most of the time, Constantine will choose to use means other than magic to achieve his goals, because he knows that there is a price.
"Wow! What a unique bar!"
Constantine, who habitually started to avoid the main roads and take small roads as he walked, got darker and darker as he walked, and he strayed further and further away from the bustling area in the center of the city.
When he reached an intersection located at the junction of several underground forces, under the dim light of the street lights that turned on and off, Constantine saw the door sign of a bar with gorgeous and messy lighting, filled with all kinds of light pollution.
"Ha, here it is!"
Constantine found his evening haunt.
…
Pushing open the door of the bar, the familiar feeling came instantly.
After casually teasing the bunny girl who was standing in the door, wearing a sparsely dressed outfit, Constantine once again found the feeling of being alive amidst the noisy sounds and smoke filled with the smell of alcohol.
Along the way to the bar, Constantine felt unexplained glances from all directions.
But he didn't care.
Seeing the way those people were sitting in a dark booth away from the crowd, whispering to each other, and making frequent eye contact, Constantine knew that these guys must have done nothing illegal.
For Constantine, who dealt with all kinds of dark-related things almost every day, he could tell the approximate identities of these people just from their gestures and the location and type of tattoos.
It's just some dynamic social groups selling washing powder. That's not something Constantine wants to deal with.
that whoever?
oh. Gordon. Yes, this is his business.
"Let humans handle human affairs themselves...
Whiskey, no ice. "
Picking up a glass of whiskey, Constantine opened his mouth and raised his neck. When he gestured for the next drink, the bartender at the bar was watching him carefully.
Messy hair, neglected beard, cigarette in hand, wine glass being picked up again, beige windbreaker...
The more I look at it, the more it looks like...
"Hello, sir."
The bartender poured an extra glass of tequila, pushed the glass in front of Constantine, and asked politely: "I have a question for you."
"Huh? Ha."
Constantine found it interesting.
It seems that I still enjoy a certain degree of prestige in the secular world.
After drinking down the glass of wine in one gulp, Constantine opened his eyes that gradually became blurred, and with a hint of unknown pride in his smile, he raised his chin slightly and picked up the glass of tequila.
"You seem to know who I am. Tell me, do you want to ask me something, or do you have any trouble?
Let me guess, a sudden intrusion? Inescapable evil? The darkness of still being disappointed after struggling?
Ha...that's what I specialize in. Tell me what your problem is. "
The bartender's eyes became brighter and brighter, but he still maintained his emotional stability, at least it seemed stable.
Lowering his head and raising his upper body over the bar, the bartender looked around and asked in a low voice: "...Excuse me, what is your name..."
"Ah? You don't know? Then you..."
"Haha, I just wanted to confirm."
Holding a cigarette in one hand and holding the wine in the other, he puffed out a smoke ring gracefully and took a sip of the wine in the glass. Constantine raised his head again and raised his voice: "I, Constantine."
The next second, the bustling bar fell silent.
The music was still not so soothing and the air was still turbid, but everyone stopped making any sound and all turned their heads to Constantine's position.
Their faces were expressionless, as if they had discovered some prey.
This...what's going on...can't all of them be possessed by demons...
Even Constantine, who has been walking in the blurred area of light and darkness all year round, has never seen such a strange scene.
These people are obviously normal human beings...
"You are..."
Click!
"I discovered him first!!"
The bartender, who had a professional smile on his face just a moment ago and was asking questions cautiously, suddenly took out a big spray gun from under the bar, gritted his teeth, opened his eyes wide, and pointed the gun at everyone with a look of fanaticism and excitement.
Before Constantine could understand what was going on, there was a continuous clicking sound behind him.
He slowly turned around, and what he could see was a mass of gun muzzles.
"I must have drank too much today..."
………………
Sitting on a rocking chair, Linn gently stroked the head of the kitten lying in his arms and looked out the window with sleepy eyes.
Behind him, there was a group of restless people lined up in an orphan shape. They were of different heights, young and old, but if someone recognized one of them, they would probably recognize the others.
They are all the bosses of dynamic social groups.
"Why haven't I found it yet..."
Lin En suddenly made a sound, which made everyone tremble.
His eyes turned to the blood stains under Lin En's reclining chair that had not yet dried, and he did not bother to wipe the cold sweat on his head. An old man who had been standing for a long time took half a step forward and whispered: "Is it possible that he is not here?" This city…”
"Then I don't care."
Lin En's tone was cold: "One person dies every day. If you can't find them, just come one by one."
"……Yes Yes……"
The old man stepped back, sweating a little more on his face.
After another excruciating minute, or maybe ten thousand years, someone's cell phone rang.
A person standing behind Lin En took out his cell phone with trembling hands, answered the call, said a few words in a panic, and then quickly walked a few steps with a happy face and handed the phone to Lin En's hand.
"Mr. Lin, found it!"
"Yeah, good job!"
Taking the phone and putting it to his ear, Linn heard a bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.
"crooked?"
Lin En took the phone away a little, with a puzzled look on his face: "Where...is the New Year's flavor so strong over there?"
