Chapter 307: Three Detectives (11)

Chapter 307: Three Detectives (11)

"Alright, the greatest detective of all time, Constantine, has investigated and found the results you wanted," said Constantine, holding a cigarette and standing in the Schiller Manor's reception room.

Schiller leaned back on the sofa, lowered the newspaper slightly, revealing his eyes, and looked at Constantine, asking, "What did you find out?"

"It's the murderers of those two murders. Didn't you ask me to investigate this?"

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"The person who decapitated Hawk is called Evans Falcone, and the person who sawed Richie is unknown, but they were wearing black and yellow armor."

Schiller closed the newspaper in his hands, folded it, and set it aside. He pointed to the sofa opposite him, and Constantine walked over and sat down. Schiller said, "I guess you went to hell, found the souls of these two unfortunate victims, and questioned them in person, right?"

"That's the Hell Detective for you," Constantine said, spreading his hands. "I've said it before, the focus is on hell."

"I can directly go to hell and ask the souls of the deceased. There's no case in this world that I can't solve."

"...Did you go to school?" Schiller suddenly asked him.

"Of course, I did. I even studied at a university in London for a while."

"Well, if you only write down the final answer in an exam, will you get a grade?"

"Um..." Constantine rubbed his stubble on his chin and said, "Alright, I can deduce the process from the result."

"Although I haven't seen this person named Evans, Falcone is the surname of The Godfather. So, Evans should be his son."

"The Godfather's son killed The Godfather's subordinate..." Constantine exhaled a puff of cigarette smoke, squinted his eyes, and said with some emotion, "Perhaps because the old king has grown old, and the young lion is showing its fangs..."

"If the prince wants to seize the throne, he must first eliminate the wings of the old royalists. From what I know, the Twelve Families are the core power that rules Gotham under The Godfather. If The Godfather's heir wants to take over, he must dismantle these pillars first."

"When he visited Hawk, Hawk wouldn't suspect anything because he is, after all, The Godfather's son. Like that, this person named Evans lured Hawk into the reception room and then chopped off his head."

"Afterwards, Richie's death also makes sense. The person Richie saw wearing black and yellow armor should be an assassin or a mercenary, as only people in those professions would dress like that."

"Evans hired this assassin to kill Richie, just to further weaken The Godfather's power."

"After I opened the door with Lawrence, this heir of The Godfather cleverly seized the opportunity. As long as he commits similar murders after me, he can blame everything on the serial killer..."

"That's how it is. It's all part of Little Falcone's conspiracy. He wants to seize The Godfather's position and uses the serial murders as a pretext to eliminate dissidents..."

"...What do you think of this reasoning?" Constantine looked at Schiller.

"Almost everything is wrong."

Constantine raised an eyebrow and said, "It's not completely wrong, is it? Even if there may be flaws in the process, at least the result is correct, right?"

Schiller shook his head and said, "I have to admit, even though your methods may be suspicious of cheating, they work well in the majority of cases. Having a deceased victim identify the killer is as accurate as it gets."

"But this is Gotham, Constantine..." Schiller looked at Constantine and said, "You've been here for several days, haven't you realized that everything here is absurd?"

Amidst the haze of cigarette smoke, Constantine began his narration.

Before I was born, I had a brother. We were twins, sharing the space in our mother's womb and the nutrients she gave us.

One day, still inside our mother's womb, I strangled him with the umbilical cord. Before I was even born, I killed my own elder brother and took away all the space and nutrients.

And that caused my mother to bleed heavily and die during childbirth. When I was just born, I killed my own mother.

My mother died because of me, so my father hated me intensely. After he committed a crime and went to prison, I was fostered by other relatives.

It was during this time that I began to have contact with magic. After my father was released from prison, in order to seek revenge for his indifference, I cursed him with the magic I had just learned. He didn't die, but became weak and in pain.

Then, I started performing as a member of a band all over the world, causing more chaos and killing more people. But in an accident that landed me in a mental hospital, I awakened to an understanding of my own fate, and I saw all of this...

More importantly, I saw a shadow that had always been with me. It was my elder brother, the one I killed before he was born, my own blood brother. He didn't die but turned into a curse that forever haunted me...

We are twins. I have unparalleled magical talent, and so does he. The curse he became continues to surround me, hiding under my bed every night, stealing away my good dreams. But I know that's not all he wants.

He wants to torment me, to make me suffer and break me, and then kill me.

This curse is gradually eroding my body, from dreams to soul, and finally to flesh, causing me intense pain year after year. I've tried all kinds of exorcism rituals, but none of them worked.

Why?

When I killed him, he was not yet born. After his soul became a curse, he was born alongside me. We are one person, so no exorcism ritual would be effective...

But I have to solve this problem because he's about to kill me... Constantine coughed twice. He relaxed his body and leaned against the back of the sofa

, appearing somewhat content. He said, "The moment I entered your dream space, I was shocked. It's been many years since I felt so relaxed."

The rhythm of Constantine's cigarette smoking finally slowed down, and the smoke became thinner. Schiller asked, "So it's because of your brother that you wanted to find the god of dreams?"

That's right, because I found out that he seems to be able to interfere with my dreams, giving me all kinds of nightmares. I thought, maybe it's related to the god of dreams, maybe Morpheus can find a solution.

But before coming here, I didn't have much hope because in my last encounter with the god of dreams, he told me he couldn't give me good dreams. I don't know why, but maybe he was expressing refusal.

Therefore, I prepared another plan.

What is it?

Lorena Sanchez, a ghost mother who specializes in dealing with children. Constantine narrowed his eyes and said, "The curse that entwines me takes the form of a fetus, and anything related to fetuses, infants, and children falls under the jurisdiction of the ghost mother."

Lorena has been in Gotham for a long time, not because she likes to stay here, but because her grandmother made a contract with a mysterious power here...

And that mysterious power is... the Owl Priest.

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