It wasn't the first time Lin Sanjiu experienced the memories and personalities of other people, but this time, she couldn't tell where she ended and where Constantine began.
There was some kind of force that crushed her mercilessly. Like a giant iron hand, it squeezed the pieces of her and Constantine together. She couldn't even tell if the personality that had the thought of "who am I" was her, was it Constantine, or was it a combination of both of them?
"Is this a pocket dimension of the Twelve Worlds, or is it the gigantic metropolis called the Liberty City that is countless dimensions away?"
Lin Sanjiu opened her mouth slightly. Her unfamiliar voice melted into an unfamiliar song, and it was carried by the microphone into the dimly lit club.
Constantine's singing skills were average, but she was in high spirits tonight.
In the empty club, there were only two tables of men and two to three half-finished bottles of liquor on the table. Everything was just as she had planned and grasped; neither party was aware of the great dark net that was descending upon them.
She had heard about the cadre called Juan. Now that she saw him, he was like chewed bagasse, loose and tasteless. Even if she was caught off guard and sent a batch of goods in, he wouldn't be much of a threat.
Constantine naturally didn't have the hobby of singing for the dead.
However, she was more willing to come and see for herself tonight.
When Juan led the group of people into the club, she was the security guard who stood in the shadows and opened the door for them. No one noticed that she wasn't a man. After all, she was half a head taller than the tallest person in the group.
Constantine lowered his gaze slightly and watched the group of people walk past him one by one. He seemed to be a little happy as he secretly wished them a smooth success tonight.
It was at this moment that she saw the teenager walk past her silently with his head lowered. His long hair covered his face, and his hands were in his pockets.
The group of people did not sit down in the hall. Instead, they went up the stairs to the rooftop. Ten minutes later, they came down again and found two tables at the side of the stage to sit down. After looking at the place where they would fight in a while, the tension and excitement that floated around them was so strong that they could touch it if they stretched out their hands.
Constantine held out his arm to them, his long velvet gloves gleaming in the light. With the next line of the lyrics, she retracted her hand. Her light golden fingertips slowly caressed the face of a young man in the crowd in the distance.
The men who looked at her probably thought that this was part of the singer's performance.
Now that she took a closer look, she realized that he didn't look like a teenager. He was just as skinny as a teenager. He was wearing a big coat, but it made him look like he hadn't finished puberty. However, he looked at least eighteen or nineteen years old and should be an adult. For adult men, Constantine could send them on their way without any worries.
Juan didn't seem to notice that there were at least four people around him who didn't see him as their leader. Constantine was naturally sensitive to power, power, and manipulation. Those few people's secret obedience and quiet loyalty seemed to revolve around the same young man.
Juan asked him something, and the young man looked at Constantinay and shook his head.
She wanted to laugh.
Tonight was really a good entertainment, something that she didn't often have in her life.
After a few words that she couldn't hear clearly, the young man suddenly picked up the untouched brandy in front of him and slowly poured it on his hair. The few people around him were stunned for a moment. He just reached out and pushed his wet black hair to the back of his head, revealing a narrow and thin face.
As if he was half shy and half uninterested, he slightly lowered his eyelids.
His wet eyelashes, the wine dripping down his cheeks, the tip of his nose, and his glossy lips … The golden-orange liquor seemed to have condensed a halo of light, sparkling like honey on his face. Only that pair of translucent pupils suddenly sank into emptiness.
It was a pity that such a child was going to die tonight.
They were all going to die. If only she could do it herself. When Constantine thought of this, she suppressed her desire to breathe. But she couldn't. A plan was a plan.
"Alright, you don't have to sing anymore. Wait for me to find you!"
When Juan led the people upstairs, he turned around and shouted at the stage.
She stopped singing and watched as they walked out of the door.
She thought that was the last time she would see that child. Thirty minutes later, he opened the door of her dressing room with an injured and pale face.
When Constantine saw him in the mirror, she almost let out a moan. It was not easy for her to maintain the facade of a "female singer" for another two minutes. It was too difficult. If she kept up the facade any longer, she would have trembled all over.
"I didn't lie to you. The soundproofing of this club is very good."
His hair was dry, and when it slid through his fingers, it still carried a faint scent of alcohol. A small pistol was buried deep in his black hair, and it was almost impossible to see it clearly.
"But I saw what happened on the rooftop from the surveillance camera. You're the last person left, right? Welcome back. "
Constantine bent her waist and looked at the same level as the person in the mirror. The contrast between their appearances in the mirror was so striking that even she felt as if she would press her lips down and suck his blood in the next second.
But of course, Constantine was just a normal woman.
She reached out her hand and tucked the black hair that covered his face behind his head. She said in a low voice, "You look better like this, don't you?"
The person in the mirror swallowed.
His eyes could be translucent and bright, yet dark and empty at the same time.
"Throw the gun on the floor," she ordered in a low voice.
He obediently opened his hands, and the Scorpion submachine gun fell on the carpet with a dull thud.
He's … so obedient.
He's so obedient that I can't bear to kill him with a single shot.
"I've wondered why not many people have seen the supplier in person …"
As he spoke, his eyes never left Constantine's eyes in the mirror, as if he was afraid that if he turned his eyes away, Constantine would disappear. Perhaps it was because of his injury, but his voice was hoarse. It sounded like the edge of his fingernails scratching her spine.
"Then, the person you put on the train …"
"I also have a problem that I need to solve."
Constantine, on the other hand, was confused. This should be something that could be easily thought of. When she found out that someone was going to attack the most important shipment in recent times, she knew who she should send on the train.
He didn't look stupid. He shouldn't be unable to figure this out.
Constantine's answer made him frown.
"You wanted to use us to get rid of the person you wanted to get rid of. Then, the second train you arranged would kill us all when we let our guard down, right? "
Constantine smiled faintly.
She used the hand that wasn't holding the gun to press on his bare shoulder, using the warmth as a support. She extended her leg and kicked the Scorpion submachine gun away from under the chair.
While they were talking, the lad — no, the young man, with his uninjured leg, quietly moved closer to the chair.
"I almost forgot that the gun is still here." She almost snorted through her nose.
After Juan and the others left, she couldn't help but drink some brandy in the dressing room alone. Constantine didn't expect that she would need to do anything tonight.
The gun was kicked away, but the face in the mirror suddenly smiled. For a moment, she doubted his age again.
"I really do have a question."
He seemed to know that every time he opened his mouth to speak, he was prolonging his life by a few seconds.
"It seems that your surveillance coverage isn't wide … or you can't see clearly at night." He leaned against the back of the chair and raised his head slightly. The back of his head was almost pressed against the muzzle of her gun, as though he was using her gun as a pillow.
Constantine's fingertips gently stroked the trigger.
He must have heard the soft sound. At this moment, it was as though the whole world had died, and only the two of them were left. In the silence of the dressing room, even when he opened his mouth to speak, he could hear the moist sound of his tongue moving.
"Then, tell me about it."
"I didn't kill the person you put on the train."
Constantine felt her eyebrows twitch slightly.
He had caught it, and she knew that he had caught it. "When I came to the door of the second carriage, it was as though I was abandoned. There was no sound or light inside."
Even though she knew that he might be talking nonsense, Constantine still couldn't help but ask, "Oh?"
Because the surveillance coverage of the club wasn't wide enough, and she also wondered why the gunfight ended so early and so fiercely.
"So I climbed out of the train," he whispered in Constantine's ear as though he was telling her a story. "I climbed to the second carriage. I slid down the side of the carriage and looked through the window … "
"What did you see?"
The two figures in the mirror seemed to be intimately entangled in the smell of blood and the metallic smell of bullets.
"It was pitch black."
"Are you purposely trying to piss me off?" Constantine bit his dark red lips and almost laughed.
"No, you don't understand."
He suddenly became serious and said in a steady tone, "The moonlight, the light in the first carriage, the light from the neon signs, the lights in the nearby buildings … It wasn't pitch black outside. I mean, it's as dark as ink … Only in the second carriage, it's as dark as ink. When the light shone in, it seemed to shine on the dark ink that had lost its weight. That inky black mass is slowly rolling in the air. "
Constantine straightened her back. She wasn't interested in fantasy.
"Your subordinates are also rolling in the pitch-black darkness with you. On one of their arms, there was a carving of the Virgin Mary … "He looked up and said.
Their eyes met for the first time.
Constantine shuddered, and goosebumps appeared on her skin.
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