NOVEL NEXT Mei Man: Starting from the Dimension Demon
Chapter 33 This question is a bit tricky
Chapter 33 This question is a bit tricky
".The killer left us no clues other than ripping off his shirt and trousers. He was dressed very formally. He might be going out to have fun at night.
The pants are made of polyester, which is very durable, and like the shirts, they are cheap and low-end.
But the clothes and pants are too big for him, so it must be some kind of uniform with equipment.
As for what job?He has a holster on his belt for a walkie-talkie"
"Subway driver?"
Natasha guessed.
"security guard?"
He took out a book from his crotch, and Deadpool interjected casually.
"Yes, you can see it from the dead man's back.
His back is flabby, reminiscent of sitting often"
With a cigarette in his mouth and a detective look on his face, Constantine put one hand in his pocket and talked eloquently.
"But varicose veins on the soles of the feet and calves are just the opposite, so you're either sitting or walking all day long."
The sudden interruption caught Natasha's attention, and Deadpool unfolded the book, pointing to a passage in it.
"I said. Constantine, isn't this a line from the latest Sherlock Holmes book? Why did you use it all of a sudden? Have you paid the copyright fee?"
"Ahem, Wade, is there any?
You are absolutely wrong. "
Being guessed the truth, Constantine quickly tried to deny it.
But Natasha didn't give him a chance at all, took the book and read that paragraph seriously.
Good guy, that's a good guy.
The lines spoken and the sentences in the novel cannot be said to be the same, only word for word!
[Mood value from Natasha Romanov +533]
She looked at Constantine with a contemptuous look and said.
"It's hard for you, Constantine.
For the sake of the case, he even memorized such a large passage of lines in advance. "
Raising his hands, Constantine resolutely surrendered.
"Okay, okay, I just see how serious the atmosphere is, so I will cooperate with you a little bit."
Rolling her eyes, Natasha warned: "Konstantin, please be serious!"
She pointed to the swollen corpse at her feet: "The deceased this time is a bit special. He didn't die in his own home, but on this shoal of the Hudson River."
"What's the difference?"
Suddenly interested, Deadpool lay down next to the corpse, pressed the abdomen of the corpse with his hands, and some river water and sand spewed out of his mouth.
"Wow, Constantine, he actually has a little goldfish in his belly?"
Being sprayed on the face, Deadpool didn't care too much, but he yelled loudly when he saw the lively little fish in his hand.
"Stupid, you're uneducated, that's an Asian carp."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine looked at the scumbag disdainfully.
Natasha rested her forehead with one hand and sighed, "Are you sure? That's obviously a perch!"
"Did you hear that, Deadpool?"
Turning his face to the side, Constantine looked calm: "That's perch, remember to use it when you pick up girls in the future."
"Quack, it's really you, Constantine, at times like this, I never forget to help my brother."
As expected of an idiot, his brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people. He happily took out a small notebook from his crotch, and Deadpool diligently wrote down the word "bass" in the notebook.
Natasha was speechless, complaining inwardly.
What stupid dicks! !
Of course, as a mature agent, one must always learn to bring the topic back to the main thread.
"Ahem, let's talk about the case again.
Most of those who died before died at home. Even if they were not at home, they were not a short distance from the Hudson River. "
"Moreover, the cause of their death without exception is that the windpipe was blocked by the sudden gushing of river water and sand, causing suffocation.
Even better, these dead will be revived on time at twelve midnight the next day, and finally walk all the way and disappear in the Hudson River. "
Gently exhaling smoke, Constantine looked solemnly at the peaceful Hudson River and said.
"You are right, this is a complete - supernatural case!"
"Really?"
Looking at the quietly flowing river, Natasha found that she could no longer look at it with the eyes of the past.
Turning around, facing Constantine, Natasha asked seriously.
"Mr. Constantine, is there any way to solve this case?"
"Have."
"Great, what is the solution?" Natasha smiled as her eyes lit up.
Without speaking, Constantine looked up at the sky, holding a cigarette in one hand, and rubbing his thumb and index finger up and down.
Ok? !
Natasha's smile froze on her face: "."
As expected, it's you, Konstantin, this trick of extorting money is too fucking slippery!
Even the dead waiter standing beside shouted "teachable", he suddenly felt a little inferior, feeling that he was too pure compared with Constantine, and decided to carry forward this method in the next mercenary career!
[Mood value from Wade Wilson +666]
Belleville Hospital.
12 midnight.
Nuo Da's hospital was quiet, and there was no one on the street outside.
In the morgue on the first basement floor, the male deceased found this morning was lying quietly on the mortuary table, sleeping peacefully.
Constantine leaned against the wall, quietly smoking a cigarette.
Deadpool was lying on one side, sleepy and yawning.
"Konstantin. Are you sure that evil spirit will come?"
Yawning, Deadpool found a topic.
He felt that he was so stupid. If he had time to stay in this gloomy morgue without earning a penny, he might as well find some bills and go out to work, at least he could get money, right?
Thinking of his poor girlfriend Vanessa tonight, alone in the empty room, made his heart ache.
Konstantin glanced at him lightly, and Konstantin said unhappily.
"Don't worry, as a detective from hell, I'm sure that thing will appear."
"Really?"
"More real than real gold."
"No, I mean, are there really evil spirits in this world?
You know, although I'm not a devout Catholic, but if the evil spirits really exist, it means that God also exists, doesn't he?
Of course, I say this without any doubts.
I just heard that god he made a human being in his own image, if that's true, Constantine. God, can shit? "
Leaning his back against the wall, Deadpool seemed to be interested in something suddenly, and kept chattering.
Don't even mention it, although his question is a bit tricky and vulgar, if those believers hear it, they will definitely beat him to death.
But, it's really deep.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine fell into some kind of contemplation.
"Wade Wilson, I have to say that your idea is very innovative.
But I have to say this, at that level of existence, if it is not necessary, there will be no such low-level physiological reactions as excretion! "
"On a certain level, their power is indeed supreme."
Constantine didn't say anything false, but in the original world, he had a lot of dealings with heaven and demons.
Although this question is weird and tricky, it is still within the scope of knowledge that Constantine can answer.
Hearing Constantine's explanation, Deadpool didn't know what he thought of, showing sympathy on his face.
"Oh, my poor angels, doesn't that mean they don't have one of life's other great pleasures?"
Inexplicably wrote down this question, the snail made a patch first, the religion in Marvel has nothing to do with reality.
So, if you are a Catholic believer, please don't take it for granted, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
".The killer left us no clues other than ripping off his shirt and trousers. He was dressed very formally. He might be going out to have fun at night.
The pants are made of polyester, which is very durable, and like the shirts, they are cheap and low-end.
But the clothes and pants are too big for him, so it must be some kind of uniform with equipment.
As for what job?He has a holster on his belt for a walkie-talkie"
"Subway driver?"
Natasha guessed.
"security guard?"
He took out a book from his crotch, and Deadpool interjected casually.
"Yes, you can see it from the dead man's back.
His back is flabby, reminiscent of sitting often"
With a cigarette in his mouth and a detective look on his face, Constantine put one hand in his pocket and talked eloquently.
"But varicose veins on the soles of the feet and calves are just the opposite, so you're either sitting or walking all day long."
The sudden interruption caught Natasha's attention, and Deadpool unfolded the book, pointing to a passage in it.
"I said. Constantine, isn't this a line from the latest Sherlock Holmes book? Why did you use it all of a sudden? Have you paid the copyright fee?"
"Ahem, Wade, is there any?
You are absolutely wrong. "
Being guessed the truth, Constantine quickly tried to deny it.
But Natasha didn't give him a chance at all, took the book and read that paragraph seriously.
Good guy, that's a good guy.
The lines spoken and the sentences in the novel cannot be said to be the same, only word for word!
[Mood value from Natasha Romanov +533]
She looked at Constantine with a contemptuous look and said.
"It's hard for you, Constantine.
For the sake of the case, he even memorized such a large passage of lines in advance. "
Raising his hands, Constantine resolutely surrendered.
"Okay, okay, I just see how serious the atmosphere is, so I will cooperate with you a little bit."
Rolling her eyes, Natasha warned: "Konstantin, please be serious!"
She pointed to the swollen corpse at her feet: "The deceased this time is a bit special. He didn't die in his own home, but on this shoal of the Hudson River."
"What's the difference?"
Suddenly interested, Deadpool lay down next to the corpse, pressed the abdomen of the corpse with his hands, and some river water and sand spewed out of his mouth.
"Wow, Constantine, he actually has a little goldfish in his belly?"
Being sprayed on the face, Deadpool didn't care too much, but he yelled loudly when he saw the lively little fish in his hand.
"Stupid, you're uneducated, that's an Asian carp."
With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine looked at the scumbag disdainfully.
Natasha rested her forehead with one hand and sighed, "Are you sure? That's obviously a perch!"
"Did you hear that, Deadpool?"
Turning his face to the side, Constantine looked calm: "That's perch, remember to use it when you pick up girls in the future."
"Quack, it's really you, Constantine, at times like this, I never forget to help my brother."
As expected of an idiot, his brain circuit is different from that of ordinary people. He happily took out a small notebook from his crotch, and Deadpool diligently wrote down the word "bass" in the notebook.
Natasha was speechless, complaining inwardly.
What stupid dicks! !
Of course, as a mature agent, one must always learn to bring the topic back to the main thread.
"Ahem, let's talk about the case again.
Most of those who died before died at home. Even if they were not at home, they were not a short distance from the Hudson River. "
"Moreover, the cause of their death without exception is that the windpipe was blocked by the sudden gushing of river water and sand, causing suffocation.
Even better, these dead will be revived on time at twelve midnight the next day, and finally walk all the way and disappear in the Hudson River. "
Gently exhaling smoke, Constantine looked solemnly at the peaceful Hudson River and said.
"You are right, this is a complete - supernatural case!"
"Really?"
Looking at the quietly flowing river, Natasha found that she could no longer look at it with the eyes of the past.
Turning around, facing Constantine, Natasha asked seriously.
"Mr. Constantine, is there any way to solve this case?"
"Have."
"Great, what is the solution?" Natasha smiled as her eyes lit up.
Without speaking, Constantine looked up at the sky, holding a cigarette in one hand, and rubbing his thumb and index finger up and down.
Ok? !
Natasha's smile froze on her face: "."
As expected, it's you, Konstantin, this trick of extorting money is too fucking slippery!
Even the dead waiter standing beside shouted "teachable", he suddenly felt a little inferior, feeling that he was too pure compared with Constantine, and decided to carry forward this method in the next mercenary career!
[Mood value from Wade Wilson +666]
Belleville Hospital.
12 midnight.
Nuo Da's hospital was quiet, and there was no one on the street outside.
In the morgue on the first basement floor, the male deceased found this morning was lying quietly on the mortuary table, sleeping peacefully.
Constantine leaned against the wall, quietly smoking a cigarette.
Deadpool was lying on one side, sleepy and yawning.
"Konstantin. Are you sure that evil spirit will come?"
Yawning, Deadpool found a topic.
He felt that he was so stupid. If he had time to stay in this gloomy morgue without earning a penny, he might as well find some bills and go out to work, at least he could get money, right?
Thinking of his poor girlfriend Vanessa tonight, alone in the empty room, made his heart ache.
Konstantin glanced at him lightly, and Konstantin said unhappily.
"Don't worry, as a detective from hell, I'm sure that thing will appear."
"Really?"
"More real than real gold."
"No, I mean, are there really evil spirits in this world?
You know, although I'm not a devout Catholic, but if the evil spirits really exist, it means that God also exists, doesn't he?
Of course, I say this without any doubts.
I just heard that god he made a human being in his own image, if that's true, Constantine. God, can shit? "
Leaning his back against the wall, Deadpool seemed to be interested in something suddenly, and kept chattering.
Don't even mention it, although his question is a bit tricky and vulgar, if those believers hear it, they will definitely beat him to death.
But, it's really deep.
With a cigarette in his mouth, Constantine fell into some kind of contemplation.
"Wade Wilson, I have to say that your idea is very innovative.
But I have to say this, at that level of existence, if it is not necessary, there will be no such low-level physiological reactions as excretion! "
"On a certain level, their power is indeed supreme."
Constantine didn't say anything false, but in the original world, he had a lot of dealings with heaven and demons.
Although this question is weird and tricky, it is still within the scope of knowledge that Constantine can answer.
Hearing Constantine's explanation, Deadpool didn't know what he thought of, showing sympathy on his face.
"Oh, my poor angels, doesn't that mean they don't have one of life's other great pleasures?"
Inexplicably wrote down this question, the snail made a patch first, the religion in Marvel has nothing to do with reality.
So, if you are a Catholic believer, please don't take it for granted, thank you!
(End of this chapter)
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