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Soon after, Constantine packed up the things he needed to bring, and Chas happened to come over.

"John" Chase put his cell phone back in his trouser pocket. He had just asked Rich, a professor at Emory University, to help him investigate: "The boss of a mining area near the town of Headwich was burned to death while taking a shower at home. "

"Ha" Constantine waved his hand casually: "What kind of accident can cause someone to be burned to death in the bath, Chas, it seems we have found the target, let's go"

"I'm afraid you'll have to go alone this time." Chas turned his back to Constantine and shook his head.

Constantine asked in surprise: "Why, are you covered in wounds like Dante?"

"Have you forgotten, Pennsylvania, the banshee on the freight train?" Chas said depressedly: "The fatwa has been in effect, and I can't take the train to Pennsylvania."

"You have a really good memory"

Chas' words reminded Constantine of the past and he understood Chas.

So, Constantine carried his suitcase and walked toward the stairs alone. When he was about to go out, he suddenly remembered something. He turned around, revealing his face covered by shadows.

"Dante, there is an incident report on your death in my room. There are many doubts in it. I hope you can take a look. In addition, Chas, you know that Dante is like an old antique, so teach him more. New things"

After Constantine finished speaking, he stepped on the shadows and left the Everything Room.

After driving his old enchanted car and slowly arriving at the train station, Constantine faced the disdainful gazes of countless passers-by, carrying a dilapidated and dirty old enchanted suitcase, despite his sloppy appearance. I walked to the ticket office on my own.

"Give me a ticket to Pennsylvania."

Constantine said as he took out the banknotes from his pocket.

"Here's your ticket," the conductor said, handing the ticket to Constantine.

When Constantine heard the conductor's voice, he already understood what was happening.

"Manny"

Constantine looked at the black man in front of him, and what caught the eye was the black man's golden pupils.

Time all around seems to have stopped. Whenever an angel appears, time always passes very slowly, because you have either just died or are heading towards death, and Constantine obviously belongs to the latter.

"Constantine," Manny said seriously: "You hid the news about Dante from Liv, and you didn't tell her that you took back Dante's body."

"Manny, I remember there is a small difference between custody and surveillance. Are you monitoring my life now?"

Constantine glared at Manny, now he was very unhappy, very unhappy.

Manny shook his head. From his point of view, he should not be at odds with Constantine.

"John, you can't deny that you scared her away."

"I know." Constantine grinned and smiled evilly: "I am John Constantine, and I am used to living alone."

Constantine's indifferent expression made Manny angry. Manny put his hands on the ticket window and leaned close to Constantine. He said something sternly.

"Don't you understand yet? Liv's abilities are very valuable."

"Her life is the same" Constantine interrupted Manny angrily.

The two fell into a brief stalemate. After a moment, Constantine broke the deadlock.

"Manny, what we are about to face is very dangerous. Moreover, Liv's ability is only valuable. She is not a necessity. I gave Liv a good choice. This is something I have not given Astra." of"

"You just told us." Manny smiled. He was satisfied with Constantine's attitude: "Why, have you decided to help us?"

Constantine forced a smile.

"Isn't this exactly what you want?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Manny laughed even louder.

Constantine took out a cigarette lonely and lit it silently.

"You still called me a liar, what do you have to say now?"

Constantine blew the smoke into Manny's face, he smiled reluctantly, put the money he planned to use to pay the bill back into his pocket, and then took his ticket away.

"Help me pay the bill" Constantine shouted from a distance: "You bastards will owe me a lot in the future, fuck you"

Manny didn't reply. He just looked at Constantine quietly. No one could see the angel's heart through those golden pupils.

While Constantine was having a not-too-friendly exchange with the angel, Dante was reading the incident report with Chas in the Everything Room.

The incident report, as the name suggests, is the crazy police murder that occurred at the Mexican restaurant on Edgewood Street at 8 o'clock last night. It was also the first incident that led Dante to the kingdom of death after escaping from eternal purgatory.

"Chas, the word police appears very frequently here. Can you tell me what kind of sect or organization this is?"

Dante pointed to the word police on the report and asked Chase in a low voice, why was it so low?

A long time ago, Dante was still a child. He had never seen his father since he was a child, and his mother also died in childbirth. Growing up in the Temple of War, Dante’s only teacher was an old temple knight in his seventies.

As an alcoholic, dim-witted teacher whose warrior heart has never been wiped out, Dante was beaten many times by this teacher for no reason. Sometimes, even if Dante just asked a question, he would be beaten severely by the teacher. Get on two feet.

This made Dante develop the habit of asking questions in a low voice, but Dante never hated his first teacher. Dante's surname and race were Nefilim, the target of countless demons, and all races in the Pantheon. All creatures know that any life that brings the soul of Nefilim to the Demon of Demons will be generously rewarded by the Demon of Demons.

Dante is seven years old

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That year, he ran away from home with the little girl who admired him the most in the God of War. As a result, as soon as they walked out of the side door of the temple shrouded in the glory of the God of War, a demigod-level demon lord blocked a small area of ​​the sky. He threw a little demon under his command onto Dante. If Dante hadn't awakened the power of Nefilim, if it weren't for the rule of the God of Gods, higher-ranking creatures cannot attack lower-ranking creatures. Then, Dante is long dead.

Why can Dante awaken at the critical moment? Is it the so-called halo of the protagonist?

No, the reason why he can awaken is that the old Templars have been training Dante rigorously since he was a child. This is the key to Dante's survival. Strength will never favor his weak mind and body. Although seven-year-old Dante only has a weak mind, he has a powerful body comparable to that of an adult.

After hearing Dante's question, Chase scratched his head.

"Dante, the police are the protectors of the citizens, the defenders of the law and the maintainers of order."

"You mean, the police like to kill people at will to maintain order?"

Dante stared in surprise. Whether it was the police who injured seven diners or the police who seriously injured Dante, they were all crazy lunatics in Dante's eyes.

When Chase heard Dante's words, he weakly shook his head.

"Perhaps some police officers are bad, but there are still many police officers who insist on justice in their hearts. In your era, were there no government agencies to protect civilians?"

"Of course." Dante nodded. He thought of his first teacher, the old guy who was drunk and comatose but was always favored by the God of War.

"The Temple Knights were the protectors of the common people in our era, but as you said, their quality is always uneven. I kind of understand what you mean."

Dante then continued reading the report.

As time continued to pass, more and more content in the report was displayed in front of Dante, and Dante's eyes gradually became solemn.

"The body of the policeman who was the first to shoot wildly at passers-by was actually found to be an unknown hallucinogenic drug." Dante read it seriously: "The subsequent group of policemen who rushed to the scene turned out to be fake. They Their identities are all unknown.”

Only these two pieces of information in the report made Dante think deeply, because the rest of the report was about Dante's body.

"Chas"

Dante gently put the report on the table, and he remembered what the policeman whom he stabbed in the chest with his rebellion said to himself before he died.

"I stabbed the assailant in the chest with my own hands. Then, the assailant hugged my arm and vowed that he was a hero."

Dante covered his head in frustration.

"I should have noticed. I should have noticed at that time. I was still wondering why the devil's swaddling clothes in him did not hatch. It turned out that there was no madness and fear in him that the devil needed to hatch."

Before Chase could say anything, Dante continued to be lost in his own thoughts.

"Psychedelic drugs should have similar effects to illusions. Perhaps, in the eyes of the policeman, he was facing a group of vicious devils. Instead of collapsing out of fear, he bravely attacked the devils in his eyes. "Charge"

Dante said, slamming the table hard.

"Yes, that must be what I thought. I remember that before he died, he said that he finally saw a human being. I'm sorry. I let too many devils escape from the restaurant. I tried my best. Damn it. Maybe I killed a real warrior, a warrior who bravely challenged the unknown, a warrior who was clear at the last moment before his death and did not forget justice and honor."

Dante beat his chest crazily, and the divinity of the fellow warrior continued to bloom. Dante could understand a warrior's persistence in fighting and pursuit of honor better than anyone else.

"Chas, what have I done? The hatred for the devil has obscured my eyes. Why, why can't I figure everything out first? Why am I so impulsive?"

Dante finally squatted on the ground weakly. He always had and insisted on his creed, and his wrong behavior last night betrayed his lifelong persistence.

Chas looked at Dante who was immersed in pain, and felt a little unbearable. He also read the incident report, and he vaguely understood the story Dante told, but what he thought was different from Dante.

"Dante" Chas shouted Dante's name loudly, trying to make Dante feel better: "You are right, Dante, maybe the policeman you killed really had a hallucination, maybe he really thought he killed He was a demon, but none of that could hide the fact that he shot and wounded seven diners, two of whom left this world forever."

Chase put his hands on Dante's shoulders and explained loudly.

"No matter what purpose he had before doing all this, he is guilty. Two families lost their loved ones because of him, and five innocent people suffered undue pain. He is guilty, Dante , you did it right”

Dante was stunned, I was right, yes, I should be right, he did kill innocent people, he did commit evil deeds, but was what I did really right?

Dante was confused, but Dante was never confused for long.

"Chas" Dante stood up and looked at Chas seriously.

"I still insist on my own thoughts. He may have really committed evil deeds and harmed innocent civilians, but he did not betray his career and heart. He always carried bravery and fearlessness and challenged the devil who appeared in his eyes. He is a real man and he is a real warrior."

Dante knelt down on one knee and prayed silently for him.

"I can understand your struggle and persistence. I admit that you have always adhered to your creed. I admire your courage and fighting spirit. I will find your soul. When I ignite the divine fire and lift up the kingdom of God, you will be reborn. In the kingdom of the God of War, I will give you eternal life and a pure heart, and I will give you glory, justice and light."

Dante held his chest with his right hand and felt no pain even if blood flowed across his chest. He kept mumbling to himself.

"Because you taught me that not every conclusion will be seen clearly by both eyes."