"Interesting."

Leon stretched calmly, drained the dust from his body, and after sweeping all the footprints on the ground with his shoes, he walked towards the door of the textile factory.

There is a source suffix on the forum, which shows that the post is sent from the Apple phone, which saves a lot of trouble.

Li Ang returned to the downtown of Gotham, opened a computer in the Internet café, found the IP log and routing table of the mobile phone, and searched for logical connections and physical connections one by one, and finally located the specific fruit mobile phone device, which was displayed in the form of Google Maps.

"According to the speed of movement, the owner of the mobile phone is now in the car, the direction of the car is to the upper city, sure enough, the children of rich families, only this kind of well-educated and like their peers eager to break away from the shackles of their parents and elders, will have nothing to do to find excitement, and hold this kind of unreliable supernatural ritual that they don't know the principle at all."

Li Ang left the Internet café, walked into the dark and dark secluded alley, took out a mask from his backpack and put on sunglasses, buckled his fingers into the brick and stone cracks on the exterior of the high-rise building, climbed to the rooftop, and jumped on the roof of the building, looking for the directions on Google Maps, and headed towards the high-end residential area.

The rows of three- and four-storey luxury villas are built on a small hillside, each with a rippling open-air swimming pool and a spacious backyard, which can be seen through the floor-to-ceiling transparent windows.

The people who can live here are the few big names in the city, the director of the hospital, the star of the entertainment industry, the chairman of the foundation, according to the gossip of the small people in the market, if the villa where these big people live is higher, the more it proves that they have strong financial resources and status.

Leon hid himself in the bushes, maneuvering around the ubiquitous surveillance cameras, and leaping onto the white pine branches that serve as landscapes, observing the changes in the position of his iPhone.

With the movement of a small red dot on Google Maps, a bright red Porsche slowly drove up the hill and into Leon's line of sight.

Then the bright light of the street lamps below, he could see that the driver was a petite white girl wearing a white sweatshirt, just with a haggard face, messy hair, and red eyes, apparently just crying.

She parked her Porsche on the side of the road outside a certain villa, got out of the car, took a deep breath, lingered for a while, then nervously rang the doorbell and said to the walkie-talkie at the door: "Mr. Harris, it's me, Abigail, can you open the door?" ”

Harris? This surname is a little familiar.

Leon frowned slightly, took out his phone in the treetops, and after slightly covering the screen with his palm to prevent the light from leaking, he searched for the Harris family in Gotham City through the search engine.

William Harris, a graduate of Brown University, owns three multinational banks, Gotham is a well-known industrialist, financier, philanthropist,

His wife is Grace Harris, a graduate of Central Saint Martins College of Art and Design in London, and is now a fashion designer.

The couple have a daughter and a son, Jacqueline Harris, who attended St. Bridge's School, the best private high school in Gotham City, and her youngest son died of leukemia two years ago.

It's really an acquaintance.... At that time, Li Ang bumped into the clown gang gangsters, and also saved Miss Jacqueline in the sewer, and the other party also reported Li Toutao, and used the family power to help Li Ang solve the identity problem at that time without leaving a trace, otherwise Li Ang would still be a black household in the legal sense.

Interestingly, the Harris family did not live in an old mansion like the traditional "old money" family (although the Harris family also had a mansion), or live on the top floor of their own property hotel building like the new rich and enjoy the nobility of the look, but have been living in a relatively low-key way in the upper city, that is, in front of Leon.

"In this way, the A who was in a coma by performing the ritual alone in the post is Jacqueline Harris."

Leon pondered, squinting his eyes at the scene unfolding in front of him.

The walkie-talkie at the door of the villa did not respond, and the girl waiting in front of the iron gate wandered back and forth anxiously, hesitating several times to reach for the walkie-talkie again.

Finally, a middle-aged man with slightly gray temples walked out of the villa, his face was serious, his eyebrows were twisted, and his hands and feet were raised with the aura of a superior who was not angry and resolute.

Abigail hurriedly said, "Mr. Harris, I...."

"Don't talk about Miss Abigail," said William Harris without opening the iron gate, but through the fence, with a blank and indifferent face, "I have been friends with your father for many years, and I have watched you grow up, and I know that you are a kind-hearted child,

Even for you and Jacqueline's unorthodox and special feelings, you can be tolerant,

But this time, the evil jiao ritual you taught her left my daughter in a coma until now, and you are not welcome in the family. ”

Abigail obviously got the expected reply, she lowered her head, stared at the stone on her toes, and said pitifully, "I know it's all my fault, but I also know that the occult expert you hired will be waiting to arrive tonight, maybe I can retell the scene of the abandoned factory for the occult expert, which should help Jacqueline wake up some." ”

She plucked up her courage and raised her head to meet William's eyes without fear, obviously her own safety was obviously more important than dwelling on blaming faults, William Harris stared at Abigail with sharp eyes for a few seconds, and finally sighed softly and opened the door.

"Come in, the occult expert is already inside."

"Thank you." Abigail nodded gratefully, wiped the red eyes with the cuffs of her sweatshirt to make her tears less obvious, and said hesitantly, "That gentleman is from England, right?" What is his name? ”

"John, John Constantine." William waited until Abigail had entered, and then cautiously looked left and right for a while to make sure that there was no one around, and then closed the door again.

Leon, who was sitting in the treetops, chewed on the name, the last time he heard it was when he was exorcizing a family in the lower city, and if this Mr. Constantine was not a person who deceived the world and deceived people out of money, he really had some supernatural ability.

"You'll have to see with your own eyes to determine if he's the owner of the fifth group of human footprints."

Leon quietly rolled over and descended from the treetops, evading CCTV and alarm systems, and sneaked into the villa's backyard.