Chapter 675: I'm Konstantin, make a friend
The power of the angel was condensed on the fingertips, and Russell lightly tapped on the girl's forehead, and a little light was infinitely magnified, quickly spreading to at least a hundred female limbs.
The evil spirit entrenched in the girl's body is just a little imp from hell, how can it resist the purest angelic power in Russell's body, twitch wildly, let out a sharp strange scream, and break away from the girl's body.
The evil spirit left her body, and the girl's violently trembling body stopped suddenly, and her whole body seemed to have just been fished out of the water, soaked with sweat, and her head tilted and there was no movement.
The evil spirit floated in the air in defiance of gravity, and found that even though it left the girl's body, it was still purified by the power of the angel, and his brain twitched, and he screamed and pounced on Russell.
The piercing screams were like fingernails scratching the blackboard, and the cold hairs exploded all over the body.
Russell gasped and slapped the demon on the floor with a backhand slap, then raised his foot to stomp it into a shattered black mist.
And so far, the exorcism is over!
Outside the door, the couple who watched the exorcism saw Russell nodding and couldn't wait to rush into the house and hold their daughter in their arms.
The girl was tormented by the evil spirits, purified by the power of angels, her dark face became ruddy, and she gradually woke up at the call of her parents.
"Daddy...... Mom...... I'm so hungry......"
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The family hugged each other and wept, the mother rushed to prepare the food, and the father laid the girl flat on the bed, covered the quilt and began to hold Russell's hand and thank him repeatedly.
Thank you, the labor fee of 500 US dollars still has to be paid.
Russell exchanged his labor for payment, and when he took the money, he was unequivocal, and before leaving, he explained: "It's okay to drink more boiled water, and it will be fine to lie down for two days." β
Outside the door, the little brother came over with a look of admiration: "Russell, it turns out that you are so powerful, the backhand slap just now is too handsome, can you teach me?" β
"Are you sure?"
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The little brother was not very sure, Russell bypassed him and walked out the door, combing through the previous clues, and decided to go to Gotham City first.
"It's really surprising, are you angels so down-and-out that you even rob the business of exorcists?"
With a bit of mockery in his voice, Russell turned his head and looked over, khaki trench coat + cigarette, very familiar face, he had seen it in [The Matrix], [Speed of Life and Death], and [Four Hundred Years of Shock].
There is no need to describe the specific appearance, Russell rarely cares about these, after all, it is just a dough, ugly or beautiful, and after a hundred years, it will be a piece of loess.
People, one by one, are simple.
The important thing is the soul!
"Who are you?"
Russell frowned slightly, and the familiar face and the plot he was in made him think of something and wanted to confirm it.
"I'm John, and I'm here to exorcise demons just like you."
"Full name!"
"John Constantine! How about making friends? β
"Get out!"
After Russell finished speaking, he turned around and left.
When Constantine made a request to make friends, Russell sensed a wave of malice, a premonition that someone was digging a hole.
It is true that Konstantin has a handsome face in the movie, and he should be a guy with good character in combination with the plot.
But intuition told Russell that the other party was full of ruffians, prostitution, gambling, and his soul was deeply hidden in all kinds of pits and abductions, and this kind of person was not suitable for being friends.
To put it simply, don't look at Konstantin with a paralyzed face as an honest man in the movie, but inside he is the soul of the comics, the greatest super-duper in the DC universe, and he has to guard against it.
Russell walked out of the building quickly, stopped a passing taxi, and left without looking back.
It's not that he doesn't want to see Konstantin, but in fact, the other party is notorious, smoke-addicted, full of trains, the life of the lonely star, and the bottomless gambler's mentality......
Can't be provoked, can't be provoked!
There is a good saying, maybe Konstantin's strength is average, but he is a scumbag!
At the end of the corridor, Konstantin stood in front of the window, and only turned around until he couldn't see the shadow of the taxi and found the little brother who talked a lot.
"Who was that guy just now, and where did he come from?"
"What?"
The little brother shook his head, saying that he didn't know anything, and the second cousin's neighbor's junior high school classmate's netizen's cousin's cousin's pen pal's girlfriend's boyfriend introduced the exorcist, and he had to keep his mouth shut about anything.
"Hehehe, I know."
Konstantin smiled, opened his wallet and took out a beautiful knife and handed it over, the little brother shook his head, indicating that he was not a person who bent his waist for money.
Konstantin smiled even more, he understood, he understood, it was a pity that his teammates didn't sell it, but he couldn't sell it cheaply.
Two beautiful knives were erected in front of him, and the little brother's expression began to hesitate, he glanced at Konstantin's wallet, and still shook his head firmly.
Finally, when all the American knives in the wallet were spread out in front of him, the little brother said quickly: "His name is Russell, he is from Gotham, he is a private detective who does everything for money, and his business is very extensive, the address of the detective agency is in ******, and the phone number is *****, so I know so much." β
"Private detective? It turned out to be a peer. β
Getting the answer he wanted, Konstantin nodded with satisfaction, stuffed the knife back into his wallet, and walked away, leaving the little brother with a confused face.
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Gotham City Airport!
The city where Russell met Constantine was Los Angeles, the westernmost point of the United States, while Gotham City was on the east coast, and because of the time difference, the flight time of 6 hours would be added to 3 hours, becoming 9 hours.
The ticket is not worth much, and once and again, the 500 US dollars of the exorcism still have to be earned.
What makes Russell very puzzling is what this body originally thought, 12 hours back and forth for 500 US dollars, is there no business to do in Gotham?
It wasn't until he found his business card in his pocket that he roughly understood why.
The business card with white letters on a black background looks regular, but it is also a regular color, and on the front is the name, address and telephone number of Russell and the detective agency.
On the other side is a bunch of small print contracting business, exorcism, insurance consulting, legal counsel, fortune telling, massage and bone correction, housekeeping services......
There is also the mysterious Oriental Qigong, which is used by the royal family, and specializes in the treatment of infertility and other incurable diseases.
It can be said that the distance to the decathlon is to send couriers and write homework on behalf of children.
"This Nima is a liar, right......" Seeing this business card, Russell still didn't understand that this body couldn't get along in Gotham, so he went to Los Angeles to take over business.
And, most likely, I didn't plan to go back to Gotham City when I went to Los Angeles this time!
For a while, Russell was a little melancholy, in Gotham City, where there are outstanding people and simple folk customs, as long as he has hands and feet, he can mix a bite of food.
Even Gotham City can't get along, and the identity arranged for him by the system is afraid that it will rot to a new height.
Russell guessed right, the identity arranged by the system this time was really bad, and when he came to his detective agency, he was even more convinced of this.
Homely?
A dilapidated faΓ§ade?
No, it's just a building on the outskirts of the city!
From the outside, the detective office is on the second floor of the unfinished building, and the name of the agency is taped with black tape on the gray windows.
Inside, after passing through the dusty staircase, the kind that doesn't even have a handle, and passing by the wall covered with the paint of 'Debt Repayment', you will find the main entrance of the detective agency.
It's not a glass door, it's not an anti-theft door, it's not even a wooden door, and his office doesn't have a door at all.
Or rather, there used to be, but someone pried it away!
The house is surrounded by four walls, and the interior of the house is unobstructed, and even the posters on the walls have been torn, leaving only four traces of duct tape to prove that it once existed.
Russell walked around the office twice, and not only the office area had a wide view, but even his bedroom could be seen at a glance.
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"It's miserable, I don't even have a toilet to sit on...... Then again, does Baxter Men care about this? β
Just when Russell was full of emotion, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps on the stairs outside the house, and seven or eight big men in black and white broke down the door...... Ahem, walked straight in.
"Luo, I'm so happy to see you, I thought you had already run away." The white man at the head was dressed formally, carrying a briefcase in his hand, like a clerk sitting in an office.
Russell raised his eyebrows: "Debt collection or death?" β
The white man was slightly stunned, thinking that Russell's first words were 'a few more days', but after coming back to his senses, he said with a smile: "I'm a businessman, what do you want your life for?" β
"Of course, if you really don't have any money, according to the agreement we signed at the beginning, a few organs on your body will belong to me."
Russell nodded: "Does it support swiping cards?" β
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Two minutes later, the POS machine showed that 100,000 US dollars had been credited, and the white man looked confused. He glanced at Russell without a trace and took back the credit card behind him, and smiled: "Luo, I didn't expect you to be able to turn over this piece of shit, let's hear it, where did you make your fortune?" β
"Los Angeles! The City of Gold in the Golden State, where gold is everywhere, no joke at all. β
The white man pursed his lips disdainfully, stretched out his hand, and asked the younger brothers to surround Russell: "Luo, the arrears have been paid off, and now it's time to calculate the interest." β
Russell nodded and said sincerely: "That's true, I don't know if the lives of the eight of you are enough to pay the interest?" β
"Hahaha...... Ha...... Uh, don't be impulsive, have something to say! β
The white man laughed wildly, and when his tears almost burst out of his eyes, his head was held up by a sand eagle, and his younger brothers stood there unconsciously, as if they had been immobilized.
"No problem, then say it well."
Russell said, squinting slightly at the white man, telepathy instantly invaded, and manipulated his thinking: "Find a renovation team, I want to see this place look new in three days, if you can't do it, you will jump from the top floor." β
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The white man nodded confusedly, came to his senses after a moment, nodded at Russell and left, calling the renovation company as he walked.
"I just forgot, I should leave with them, at least for a ride."
As soon as Russell finished complaining, another group of people walked in quickly: "Luo, I'm so happy to see you, I thought you would never come back if you ran away." β
Russell: "......"
On the bright side, hitchhiking is coming!