Chapter 3484

Constantine has the ability to cast spells. In fact, there is little difference. He usually doesn't need magic. He prefers to solve problems with his brain.

You can say he is a scum bastard and irresponsible scum, but you have to admit that hell detective is a smart man.

It is said that the death knell and the secret guest put their hands on his shoulder to provide a sense of security, but Su Ming has long seen that he wants to use the energy in Liana's body through physical contact.

Maybe he had this plan when he saw that the girl could cast magic and determined that the energy attribute was also the dark one.

Because slag Kang is not familiar with the secret guest, and he doesn't know what kind of person she is. In his eyes, the girl is just a devil. What's wrong with casting magic with the power of the devil?

In fact, if he said directly that he wanted to borrow energy, Su Ming would certainly let the secret guest agree. But slag Kang is this character. If he can cheat, he will never tell the truth.

However, it doesn't matter. There is no need to worry about some minor things, as long as the results are good.

Su Ming nodded to the secret guest and motioned to do just that. Liana flattened her mouth silently and took a breath, putting her palm on Zha Kang's shoulder behind her.

There seemed to be a breeze blowing through the corridor, the coolness followed, and the air seemed to become thicker.

Constantine shrunk his neck, trembled, closed his eyes, as if he had been covered by something, clutching the cross in both hands, and began to jump up the great God.

He is also a talent. He uses the ritual of African voodoo to drive the holy objects of the crusade. Is this a stage play CO produced by Britain and Africa?

Anyway, Su Ming directly thought of two blossoms. If he hadn't been an unbeliever, I'm afraid he would have asked slag Kang to apologize to all the people of the Vatican.

While jumping and twisting, slag Kang rolled his eyes and recited the mantra. Sure enough, he was stealing the power of the secret guest to cast the spell.

Leana glanced at the teacher secretly and raised her eyebrows for advice. Su Ming just shook his head and motioned to Constantine to steal it, pretending not to notice.

Anyway, even if the lie is exposed, the cheeky scum will only cheat and say that there is no way to solve the problem without energy. The final result will not change.

The spell became faster and faster, and the sound became louder and louder. After more than ten seconds, it seemed that the whole corridor was echoing with the sound of chanting loudly.

It's like a bell ringing, and it's like the waves beating the rocks.

An indescribable sense of rhythm filled the spell that was not rhymed at all, and Constantine's eyes also emitted a faint red light. But the scene that should have been very oppressive, when matched with his obscene face, it only makes people want to laugh.

Fortunately, the spell was effective. Although no one knew what Zhekang had done, the corridor was gradually stretched open.

The wallpaper on the wall seems to move with the space, like a silk scarf stuck in a hole on the desktop. An invisible hand pulls the four corners of the silk scarf out of the hole and slowly paves it on the table.

A room marked 217 on the door appeared, as if it had grown out of the original wall. Even when it came out, it made a bang, like pulling out the leather spoon from the toilet.

Constantine smiled askew, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. After putting away the cross, he turned his palm and made a gesture of inviting in:

"It's done. Now send me back to earth 0. If conditions permit, give me a few more bottles of wine. Etania's wine is really hard to drink. I haven't had a good day these days."

He smacked his mouth, showing an expression after drinking horse urine.

"Don't worry, John." Su Ming grabbed his shoulder and didn't loosen it. With his other hand, he twisted the doorknob: "I don't know if there is anything I want to find in the door. Just play with me for a while, so as to save me from sending you away and catching it back."

"Gee, has anyone ever said that it's harder to deal with you than dealing with demons?" Slag Kang sighed. He deeply inhaled the nicotine mist, and his nostrils expanded and narrowed, but he nodded his head: "OK, since you like to act with me, I can't refuse, but let go first. You still hold me when you open the door. I have the illusion of being used as a meat shield."

Su Ming smiled, decisively opened the door and walked first.

When I was outside the door, I was quiet and couldn't hear anything. After entering the suite, the three clearly heard the sound of cutting trees.

Through the small aisle behind the door, you first come to the master bedroom of the suite. The suite has a half floor structure of the middle floor. A huge king size double bed is placed in the center of the room, facing a set of gorgeous lamps.

The bed was in a mess. A set of yellow bear doll clothes were thrown in the corner. The quilt and bed sheets were cluttered together, as if someone had just got up not long ago.

Su Ming put a finger on the lip of the mask and motioned his teammates not to speak. In the sound of "trembling" like cutting trees, he went to the bedside, bent over and reached out to touch under the quilt.

It's freezing, like digging a hole in the Arctic glacier, and there's a disgusting moisture.

The TV opposite the big bed is still on, but only the snowflakes on the screen are left, and the black and white spots twist unnaturally.

The direction of the sound of cutting trees is deep in the suite. Ambassador Suites often have a small bedroom and cloakroom. Those rooms are in another small aisle.

Constantine vomited a smoke ring, made the expression of stretching his face and sticking out his tongue like a hanging ghost, and silently pointed to that direction. He had felt the existence of the spirit.

In fact, hearing this sound, the death knell has guessed what it will be, but the classic scene still needs everyone to watch together.

So he pulled Constantine up, took lyana, and they walked around the dirty big bed to the deep corridor.

As soon as I turned the corner, I saw a blue and white man under the weak light. He had a layer of ice shell all over his body and even hung a small ice edge under his nose. At this time, he was rigidly chopping the door of the bathroom with his fire axe.

The zombie like face also reflected a light yellow light, like an ice sculpture ready for exhibition.

"Hoo, it's OK. It's not the most unattractive." Slag Kang commented with a cigarette in his mouth and didn't even pay attention to the moving body: "Slade, what do you think? I personally believe that there are ghosts in the story of flash."

"Oh? Now this thing is right in front of you. It's hard to say no?" Su Ming looks at Jack's zombie, watching him focus on splitting the door, and continues to chat with slag Kang.

"I thought there was a ghost before, because if the unlucky Jack was simply frozen to death in the hedge maze, he should have 'strip phenomenon'." Constantine said something about the autopsy. After all, he was a detective.

Many people who are frozen to death will have all kinds of illusions before they die. They feel that they are so hot, just like under the noon sun in the deep equatorial countries, so they will vaguely start to take off their clothes and accelerate their death.

Therefore, Constantine prefers that this unlucky guy was killed by evil spirits in the hotel, and today's visit proves his point.

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