Compared to the depressed John Constantine, his mentor was more concerned about the development of the matter. At this moment, Faust. Through the paralysis of the alcohol, Han Nissen used his psychic powers, and his pupils bulged. Only the whites of his eyes remained. The simple hut was filled with all kinds of newspapers. His hands quickly flipped through every newspaper. All kinds of information were transmitted to Faust. In Han Nissen's mind. When it came to the report on the death of a mental patient in Ravenska Mental Hospital, Faust was shocked. Han Nissen was startled.
'Isabel…' Isabel...' This name seemed to be calling out to Faust. Han Nissen said. He put on his glasses and read the report in the newspaper. Faust. Hennessin quickly went to the Bounty Hunter Association to find Isabel. Dawson's information.
The Bounty Hunter Association, an ancient organization hidden in the church, naturally had its own methods. It didn't take long, Faust. Through the Church's channels, Hannison found out about Isabel. All the information on Dawson. Even Angela. Dawson, the twin sister, wanted the priest to replace Isabel. Dawson's hosting of the Christian funeral ceremony was also mentioned by Faust. Han Nissen found it.
An aura of conspiracy gradually enveloped Faust. Han Nissen thought. Isabel. Although Dawson didn't have much information, through Faust. Hannison's analysis, Isabel's analysis. Dawson was definitely a talented person, so why was her twin sister an ordinary person? Thinking of this, Faust. Han Nissen drove his old Buick to the hospital.
The entire morgue was like a huge refrigerator. Rows of iron racks were filled with corpses. Wealth, beauty, and power seemed to be the least important things in this cold morgue. Here, the forensic doctor would not show mercy to you just because of your prominent identity or beautiful appearance. Sharp scalpels would still cut open cold corpses without hesitation. Some unclaimed corpses might become anatomy teachers in medical schools.
Corpses were covered in white cloth. Only their legs were exposed, and there was a tag tied to their ankles. The identity of the deceased was indicated.
Faust. Han Nissen looked at the room full of corpses. He took out a flagon, twisted open the copper flagon, and took a sip of the liquor. A burning sensation spread from his throat to his abdomen. Due to the cold temperature in the morgue, Faust was stunned. Han Nissen breathed heavily, and mist came out of his nostrils.
The intoxicating magic of alcohol made Faust…Han Nissen had gained the ability to communicate with spirits. He opened his hands and slowly touched the tags tied to the ankles of the corpses. Han Nissen heard.
"Save me…Don't kill me…Please…"
"Aaa I won't let you off even if I die!”
"Oh my God... Please save me…"
All kinds of voices entered Faust's ears. Han Nissen heard. Some were wailing before death, some were crying and cursing. Facing this tearing sound. Faust. Han Nissen focused his mind and began to search for Isabel among the rows of corpses. Faust, who had entered a psychic state. Han Nissen's pupils dilated, leaving behind only white eyes. He touched the tags on the ankles of the corpses and listened to the various sounds.
'Isabel…' Isabel…"
The call from the unseen world made Faust. Han Nissen shuddered. He was panting heavily. As if he had seen something terrifying, his face turned pale. Forcefully suppressing the fear in his heart, Faust. Han Nissen stretched out his trembling finger and touched the label 'Isabel. Dawson.
" Caw caw…Your soul belongs to hell! Only hell is where you belong!!'
'You can see…You can see me, right? I died a horrible death…You see... My intestines were pulled out…' All kinds of sinister voices instantly filled Faust. Han Nissen's eardrums seemed to be connected to hundreds of radio sets, and all kinds of sounds were coming from them.
When I saw Isabel. The wound on Dawson's arm that he had dug out with his fingernails. Faust. Han Nissen's face turned pale. "Menma…Menma... It's actually Menma…" Faust. Han Nissen muttered to himself with a blank expression. He was a qualified priest and a priest with psychic abilities. How could he not know the meaning of this label? There was always a cross in the circle. It was like the cross seal that had been inserted into the Origin of All Things. This symbol of disaster was the one recorded in the Hell Bible, the symbol of Menma's descent to the human world.
At this moment, Porsessa, who was dressed in a dark blue suit, was already standing at the entrance of the morgue. I didn't expect that the most useless priest would discover my plan…" Bossa murmured to herself.
Faust. With trembling hands, Han Nissen took out a copper flagon from his pocket, ready to use the liquor to suppress his fear.
Standing in the distance, Possia saw Faust. A cold smile appeared on Han Nissen's face. "Hmph, since you like to drink so much, then... Just get drunk…This might be the happiest ending for you…" A red light flashed in Porssa's eyes, and the magic power in her body completely exploded. The temptation of the demon could not only stimulate the hidden desire in the human heart, but also blind the human eyes.
"Damn it! Aaa Faust. Han Nissen shouted and smashed the wine pot in his hand on the ground. When he raised his head just now, the wine in the wine pot seemed to have been frozen. Not a drop fell into his mouth. Panting heavily, saliva flowed out of his mouth as he roared. Little did he know that under the temptation of Possetha's magic power, Faust. Han Nissen's consciousness had been concealed, and the jug of wine had been poured into Faust. From what Han Nissen had said, it was Faust. Han Nissen didn't taste any alcohol in his mouth.
The morgue guard heard the commotion and rushed over. When he saw a man in a gray trench coat lying next to a corpse, he immediately shouted," Hey!!! Raise your hands!"
Not only did Porssa's magic cover Faust's body, but it also covered his entire body. Han Nissen's consciousness had also stimulated his desire for alcohol to the extreme. Faust, who reeked of alcohol. Han Nissen staggered up from the ground. The guard was shouting something. Han Nissen couldn't hear anything. He only wanted to use the liquor to suppress his fear.
The guards were killed. Hennesson pushed the guard away, and the fallen guard cursed,"Oh..." Damn drunkard! Run far away when you're drunk! This was a morgue! It was a place where the f * cking dead stayed!!!”
Stumbling out of the morgue, Faust. Han Nissen quickly ran to the supermarket across the road. The customers in the supermarket saw a drunkard rushing in and quickly moved away. After all, no one wanted to cause trouble. Especially when they saw these drunkards or drug users, ordinary people would choose to avoid them.
The staggering Faust. Han Nissen ran to the wine rack and picked up a bottle of vodka. He broke the bottleneck and poured half of the bottle into his mouth. Hannison's throat. However, Faust, whose consciousness had been covered by Possetha's magic. But Han Nissen did not feel it at all. The vodka in the half-empty bottle was like a sticky jelly, and not a single drop had flowed into his mouth. The impatient and restless Faust. Han Nissen smashed the bottle in his hand on the ground. With a cry, he grabbed the strong liquor on the wine rack with both hands.
Well, the protagonist is going to disappear for a few chapters...。。
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