Rubik’s Cube of Heavens Chapter 21: Disgust

Although the clues were discovered, Kewen didn't get started immediately.

I waited quietly for a while, and when Angela finished praying, Kewen asked: "There is some breath left in his body, I need to take that breath out, but it will speed up the decay of his body. "

"Soon?" Angela asked.

"Should be within two days." Kewen replied.

Hearing this, Angela nodded: "It doesn't matter, Sion will be buried tomorrow."

"That's fine."

Speaking, Kewen stretched out his hand and grabbed the space above Sean's chest.

A black and red aura emerged from Sein's body and automatically gathered in Kewen's hand.

Angela, whose talent was recovering, saw the breath, so she couldn't help but ask, "What is that?"

"The murderer's breath of **** left in his heart."

Kewen looked at the breath in his hand and said, "We can use this breath to find the murderer."

Angela immediately asked, "So what do we do next?"

Kewen thought for a moment, then looked left and right.

Not sensing anyone else nearby, he raised his hand to cast the spell.

The two hands held the seal and swayed a few times, causing a small magic circle to quickly appear in front of him.

Then Kewen put that breath into the magic circle and activated the magic circle.

Om——

A slight vibration sounded, and a blue teleportation channel opened instantly.

However, the portal had just been half-opened, but then closed as quickly as it was powerless.

Kewen was slightly taken aback.

"What's wrong?"

Angela noticed Kewen's expression, so she asked, "Have you found the murderer?"

"Unfortunately, no."

Returning to God, Kewen shook his head and explained: "The tracking channel just now seems to be linked to hell, but the dimension of **** in this world is very special, and I haven't got a mechanism for crossing dimensions."

"If the violence gets through, it may break the agreement between heaven and hell, causing some kind of disaster."

There are so many extraordinary elements of information that Angela ignores the phrase 'this world' in Kewen's passage.

She asked again, "What should I do?"

"Let's go through normal investigative procedures."

Kewen replied: "The murderer has obviously returned to hell, we can't go to **** to catch it, we can only investigate how it came to the world and see if there is any story behind it. "

"Sorry Cowen." Angela said apologetically, "I can only trouble you all."

"It's okay."

Kewen laughed: "Aren't we friends?"

Angela smiled gratefully.

"Let's go."

Cowen greeted: "Let's go to the midnight bar."

"Midnight bars?"

Angela, following in Cowen's footsteps, said, "I think I heard John say about that bar, but only by the name. I don't know anything about it."

"I know where the bar is," said Cowan, who was walking ahead. "Near Huntington Park."

"Okay."

Angela picked up her pace and walked out of the church with Cowan.

After driving for nearly an hour, Angela parked the car on the side of a street according to Kewen's instructions.

Cowen took Angela into a small building and followed the stairs to the basement.

At the end of the stairs is a darkroom, like a dark red hut used for photo-processing.

In the dim red light, a very large doorman rose from his chair.

Without saying a word, the doorman picked up a stack of cards from the side, stared at Cowen and Angela, took one out of the cards, and showed the back in front of them.

"This is..." Angela was at a loss.

"Eligibility for entry."

Kewen explained: "Use your sixth sense to perceive the card. What is the first thought that pops into your mind?"

"Wearing a princess dress..." Angela said hesitantly, "And a rabbit with an umbrella?"

Hearing this, the doorman put down the card directly, and reached out to untie the chain that was blocking entry, signaling that Angela could go in.

This leaves Angela even more at a loss.

Kewen smiled and reminded: "Go in, you guessed it right, so you are qualified to enter."

Angela was surprised, hesitantly nodded slowly, and stepped over the door.

The doorman drew another card and lay it out in front of Kewen.

Kewen gave a pause, then said speechlessly: "Two cartoon dogs mating."

The doorman put down the card again without a word, and opened the lanyard on the door.

Cowen shook his head and walked in, and joined Angela, who was waiting.

Next, the two walked through a long corridor and entered a hall whose main color was still dark red.

Maybe because it was daytime, there were not a few customers in the bar hall, only a sparse number of less than ten extraordinary customers, who were sitting in different booths and drinking silently.

Cowen and Angela attracted all the attention, and everyone in the hall turned to look over.

This gave Angela an instant chill.

She felt that the gazes of those people filled her with pressure, and the gaze from the farthest corner almost made Angela breathless.

At this moment, a palm suddenly landed on her shoulder.

Angela shuddered, gasping for breath.

Kewen glanced at the booth in the corner, then took Angela's hand and led her further inside.

Entering a corridor again, Angela, who felt her eyes disappear, asked in a panic, "What's wrong with me?"

"It's fine."

Kewen reassured: "It's a high-ranking Gorefiend, and what you feel is the coercion of its malicious eyes."

"Gorefiend, devil?!" Angela couldn't believe it, she whispered: "You mean, there are devils in the hall just now?! Why?!"

"Because this bar is a neutral ground in the Otherworld."

Cowen explained: "As long as the rules are followed, all extraordinary creatures are entertained here, whether wizards or angels, even demons and devils can come here."

"God..." Angela sighed.

"Let's go."

Cowen released Angela's hand and greeted, "The owner of this bar is in the front room."

Angela nodded reluctantly and followed Kewen a few steps to the door.

Kewen opened the soundproof door and pushed open another soundproof door inside.

The room is still red, but slightly brighter than the outside hall.

At this time, the black man Minai was sitting behind the boss's desk smoking a cigarette, still wearing a dark red gentleman's hat even in his own office.

The movement of the door made Minai raise her head. The first moment she saw Kewen, Minai's Tong Kong couldn't help shrinking slightly.

"Rare customer..."

Mine said in a complex tone: "Cowen Quinn, what are you doing here with me?"

Cowen led Angela into the office.

He didn't answer, but just stared at Mina with that expressionless face.

After a brief silence, Mina the black man gritted his teeth and stood up, putting away his aloof stance.

Kewen then said: "Three days ago, a patrolling policeman was killed by a **** creature. Do you have any relevant information here?"

Hearing this, Minai shook her head slightly with a calm expression, and replied, "I'm just an intermediary running a neutral bar, and I don't care about outside affairs."

"Give you a chance to reorganize the language." Kewen threatened.

This annoys Negro Mina.

But thinking of the fiasco of the last time he had no resistance under Kewen's hands, the black Minay could only force down that anger.

He took a deep breath, and then said in a deep voice: "After nine o'clock in the evening! You will find someone specializing in selling news outside!"

Kewen looked at the other party's eyes that were hiding anger, then nodded slightly, then said nothing, turned around and left the office with Angela.

Bang! Crash-

In the corridor, Cowen's powerful hearing allowed him to hear the sound of smashing in the office through the two floors of the 'soundproof door'.

He didn't take it to heart, he took Angela's hand and led her all the way through the hall and out of the bar.

Back in the car, Angela finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She held her chest to calm down, and after a while, she asked, "You don't have a good relationship with that boss?"

"Well, I cleaned him up." Kewen nodded in response.

"Why?" Angela continued, "What caused the conflict?"

"It's just my unilateral dislike of him."

Cowwen explained: "His name is Minai, a voodoo magician from the Mediterranean region who has lived for more than two centuries."

"He cut off his sister's head with his own hands in order to survive, and then used her sister's skull for channeling, communicating with the demons of the world to use various witchcraft, or communicating with the devils in **** to obtain various information ."

"After the soul of his sister left and the skull was rendered psychic, he collected more skulls that imprisoned the soul, and collectively referred to them as his sister, and continued to gather information for his benefit. "

"It wasn't until 20 years ago that he met the fledgling Constantine, and since then it has been reconciled."

Kewen shook his head: "Later ~IndoMTL.com~ he provoked demons in hell, and was chased by demons to the world to take revenge. He struggled to destroy those demons, but he was afraid of being chased by more powerful demons. So I took the oath of neutrality."

Showing a look of contempt, Kewen continued: "He concealed the real situation, and only said that he was tired of the endless war with the devil, so he signed a neutrality contract with the devil."

"Until now, the halo on his body, which is called a legend, is actually just a complete lie."

"I've been pretending all day, and I've been pretending for a long time, and I really think I'm a retired hero who is tired of war?"

After finishing the story, Kewen shook his head contemptuously again.

And Angela was stunned.

After returning to her senses, she said with emotion: "I thought he was a great person to be able to run such a bar. It turns out that the truth is so dark..."

Kewen shrugged, darkness is right, after all, this is the DC universe, unlike the sand withering wind in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, darkness is the mainstream color here...