There was a cold smile on Porsessa's face. He looked at Faust. Han Nissen gulped down bottle after bottle of liquor.
The human body was a complex and precise structure. In an adult's body, water accounted for 60 to 70 percent. If the alcohol content in the body fluid reached 0.7%, it would be life-threatening. According to Faust. Han Nissen was a 200-pound man. If he drank four kilograms of strong alcohol, he would definitely pass out.
A red light flashed in Porssa's eyes. After drinking the thirteenth bottle of vodka, Han Nissen left with a cold smile.
After the alcohol entered the wall of the stomach and intestines, it was quickly absorbed and dissolved in the blood. Five minutes after drinking, alcohol could be found in the blood. After 2.5 hours, the alcohol in the wine was completely absorbed by the human body and penetrated into the internal tissues of the body. The human body only needed to absorb 30 to 80 milligrams of alcohol per 100 milliliters of blood, and it would become talkative, clumsy, long-winded, impulsive, and slow to react. If one hundred milliliters of blood absorbed more than 120 milligrams of alcohol, one would already be in a drunken state, experiencing fatigue, sleepiness, loss of control of urine and feces, and coma. If 100 milliliters of blood absorbed 600 milligrams of alcohol, then if it was not treated in time, it would not be far from death.
"Do you like to drink? Then I'll let you die drunk. This way of dying…You should be very satisfied!" Portia dodged the crowd and walked out of the supermarket.
After continuously drinking about four to five kilograms of hard liquor, Faust. Han Nissen's eyes were bloodshot. His groggy brain was already showing signs of consciousness deviation. The feeling of the world spinning made him unable to distinguish his direction. He struggled to climb to the counter and used the sharp wine opener to stab Isabel out of his palm. The symbol on Dawson's wrist was because he knew that even if he had to die, he had to send out the signal that Menma was about to descend into the mortal world.
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Angela, who had lost the person she loved the most and insisted that there was another reason for her sister's death. Dawson repeatedly looked at the surveillance camera footage of his sister's suicide. After many years of being a police officer, Angela had become a police officer. Dawson felt that his sister's death from falling off the building was not that simple. Afterwards, when he wanted to find Isabel. When Dawson's attending doctor, Bellona, was looking for clues, she realized that Bellona seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. She couldn't be found no matter how hard she tried. Moreover, after searching for a long time, Belona's person seemed to have appeared out of thin air.
Because of Isabel. About Dawson, Angela. Dawson asked for a long leave from the director to focus on finding out the truth of his sister's death.
The part where Isabel... The video of Dawson standing on the rooftop didn't go to the side. Dawson felt as if his heart had been stabbed by a knife. The twin sisters who were related by blood looked relieved when they saw Isabel's pale face. Dawson's tears fell again. "Why…I know you won't end your life in this way, right? Someone must have forced or bewitched you, right?”Angela. Dawson muttered to himself.
After many years of investigation, Angela…Dawson was the female detective of the Los Angeles Major Crimes Division. He had handled many cases of various kinds. There was a murder case in the past where a psychiatrist used hypnosis to lure his patient into buying a huge insurance policy and then committing suicide at home. The beneficiary of those huge insurance policies was the psychiatrist.
Following this line of thought, Angela was shocked. Dawson investigated whether his sister had come into contact with a similar psychiatrist before she died, or bought insurance, but he found nothing.
He thought about how his sister's body was still in the hospital morgue. The priest did not allow his poor sister to have a Christian funeral. That rainy night, the image of him begging the priest in the church came to his mind again.‘John Constantine 'also appeared. She recalled the man in the black windbreaker who had no manners at all. Angela. Dawson was stunned for a moment. Constantine seemed to be arguing with another person of high status in the church. From the priest's attitude towards the blonde woman, she should have a high status in the church.
Thinking of this, Angela…Dawson picked up the phone and called his colleague on duty.
After a busy tone, his subordinate's voice came from the other end of the phone. "Head... What's the matter?"
"Help me check on a man named John. Constantine's man. Around thirty years old. White man! Black hair!" Angela. Dawson described John. Constantine's physical features.
Red wine was a good choice to relieve stress and soothe the nerves. John Constantine opened the fridge and casually took out a bottle of red wine. According to the ancient legend, bounty hunters were originally poor and rich. Fortunately, after the auction at the Minai Bar was born, some of the shady items that they stole while carrying out missions could be exchanged for a good price here. This eased the poor living conditions of the bounty hunters.
John The red wine in Constantine's house naturally couldn't be compared to Bapa's. Compared to the Bordeaux kings that Midney drank. However, John, who had even experienced hell. In Constantine's eyes. Ten thousand dollars for a bottle of red wine was not much different from ten dollars for a bottle of red wine. It was just to relax his nervous nerves. However, in order not to affect his normal work, John had to be careful. Constantine was not like Faust. Han Nissen was a heavy drinker, and he could only smoke to relax during missions. It was this unremarkable Nicholas that took his life.
Drinking cheap red wine and smoking the cigarette in his hand, he relaxed his nerves. It seemed to make John. Constantine had forgotten about the terminal lung cancer, the alarm clock that would ring at any moment. Just as John. While Constantine was drinking one glass after another, there was a knock on the door.
As soon as he opened the door, John. Constantine saw a brown-haired woman. He raised his eyebrows. Although they had met twice, it was still an unpleasant meeting. Constantine remembered his name. And how did she find his residence? So John. Constantine couldn't help but be on guard. No dark creatures could hide from his eyes. Although he could tell that this woman was undoubtedly human, based on his past experience, it was not unheard of for humans who were bribed by dark creatures to attack bounty hunters.
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