"Generally speaking, the soul of a person who dies with emotions such as resentment, grievance, hatred, or even deep love will remain in the world for a period of time, but the plane in which they are located is not the present world, but more precisely, a secondary plane that is reflected from the present life."

Konstantin explained: "Occultists in different regions of the world have different names for this plane, the astral plane, the hellside otherworld, the alien space,

Of course, no matter what name is used, this sub-plane will always be dark and cold, and the confused spirits hovering here, unable to see hope and the future, after Miss Jacqueline's body is occupied by the spirits, her soul that has nowhere to put it will be like flies in the toilet bowl, and will be washed up to the astral plane like flies in the toilet bowl, becoming one of the army of wraiths who are at a loss. ”

The metaphor was rude but effective, and Grace Harris's knuckles gripped her husband's palm, their knuckles pale from too much force, "Mr. Constantine, please save Jacqueline, no matter what the cost." ”

"It's not a question of cost." Konstantin was embarrassed and said: "If I want to save her, I must first leave my soul and step into the astral realm alone, lurk in the environment surrounded by resentful spirits, and watch from afar.

When the spirits in Miss Jacqueline's body are fighting each other, and only a few are left, I will approach and awaken her soul, the process is too dangerous and uncertain..."

"Three million."

Constantine's babbling was interrupted, he froze like a steer with his neck pinched, the cigarette on his lips snapped down, the red light flashed and scalded his inferior trousers, the smell of smoke and burnt fire rose, and his widening eyes stared at William Harris as he spoke.

"Three million, as long as you promise to save it," William Harris, who owns three multinational banks, put his chin on his hand and said expressionlessly: "After Jacqueline wakes up, I can give you another two million." ”

Konstantin straightened up and hurriedly shook off the cigarette ash on the son, swallowed his saliva, rubbed his palms unconsciously, trying to maintain the reserve of the occult expert, and after a moment of silence, he asked softly, "..... Dollar? ”

"You're not British, Pound sterling."

William smiled rarely, he finally took the lead of this conversation in his hands, as long as it didn't involve anything like gods and gods, and returned to the field he was familiar with, he was still the resolute and unassuming business pride and financial tycoon.

Konstantin coughed, untied the tie of his collar slightly, let his breathing be smoother, and said righteously: "Walking on the border between hell and reality, saving those helpless people who are deep in the quagmire, this is my original intention to study and study the occult, if there is no problem, start immediately, save people urgently." ”

Even though William has been up and down in the business world for many years, it is the first time he has seen such a faceless person, he was stunned for a moment before nodding, he did not ask about the specific principle, professional matters are best left to professionals to deal with, he hesitated and asked: "Then what do we need to prepare?" ”

"I don't need anything, keep quiet while I start working, and don't move my sleeping body for fifteen minutes—or I'll probably not find my way back, which is my soul leaving my body,"

Konstantin shrugged his shoulders, took off his long brown trench coat and put it on the sofa, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt slightly, lit a cigarette with himself again, and recounted the worst possibility without reverence,

"At that time, I will be like the bride played by Uma Thurman in "Kill Bill", and I will become a vegetative person who is unconscious even if I am ** flowered."

“.... Well, fifteen minutes. William's eyes twitched, and he turned to his anxious wife and said, "Let's go Grey, go with me and move Jacqueline down." ”

"I'll go too." Abigail stood up suddenly, and William stared at her for a few seconds, then pursed his lips and said nothing.

When the three of them went upstairs to carry Jacqueline, Konstantin wandered around the living room boredly with a cigarette in his mouth, touching Sony's KD-77A1 model 4k LCD TV for a while, and touching the brown translucent glass wine rack for a while.

He looked left and right, carefully opening the shelf plugs, stroking the bottles back and forth.

"Gan, 92-year-old Romani Conti Dry Red, this thing is enough for me to buy enough Rum for sudden death dose...."

He frowned slightly, reluctantly put the bottle back, and sat back on the sofa honestly, muttering "Five million pounds, five million, five million..."

William and his wife moved Jacqueline downstairs, and the once handsome girl was now in a coma, with a white silk cloth around her neck to catch the sluggling saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

Abigail, on the other hand, gently wiped her lips with a tissue, her eyes full of concern and pity, and her attitude was more intimate than the boundaries of ordinary friends.

Of course, no one cared about this little thing at this time, William carried his daughter to the sofa, while Konstantin snuffed out the cigarette, took out the syringe and medicine from his pocket very skillfully, and calmly explained in the disbelief of the rest of the people: "Don't worry, this is not poison, but amirazine can calm chlorthiodiphenylamine, commonly known as chlorpromamine, is a blocker of central dopamine receptors, can help people sedative, antiemetic, with this thing, the probability of successful astral walking can be a little higher." ”

Gray Harris was obviously still a little unsure, she looked at Constantine's calm preparation of the dilution potion, and asked hesitantly, "Are you sure this is the standard process?" I mean, other occultists use this drug? It doesn't look very reassuring...."

"Ha, ma'am, you are so rare and strange." Konstantin shrugged his shoulders and said, "The witch doctors of the Indian tribes rely on addictive tobacco leaves to obtain 'divine revelations', and the primitive tribes of the Amazon basin use poisonous mushroom powder to arouse emotions at carnivals.

From voodoo shamans in black Africa to alchemical societies in continental Europe, many occult societies around the world advocate the use of drugs to transcend the confines of the human body, and many occultists I know have private supply channels that go directly to the Golden Triangle.

Compared to them, I was convicted of drug abuse at most with only chlorpromazine. ”

As he spoke, he had injected 30mg of chlorpromazine into his body through intramuscular injection, collapsed comfortably on the sofa, and only said, "Remember, it will wake me up as soon as 15 minutes are up." He fell into a peaceful sleep.