American Zombie Detective

Chapter 215 My Target Is Me

There was a moment of silence in the living room—three to five seconds.

Just when everyone thought that the eerie presence had been frightened or obstructed and had given up, the cold, emotionless broadcast suddenly rang out again!

"—The exorcist in our story is named John Constantine."

The moment the sound rang out, everyone's eyes were suddenly focused!

The source of the problem was Mark, a software engineer sitting on the sofa with a look of fear on his face, who was now trembling uncontrollably!

At this moment, his eyes were almost bulging out of extreme terror, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, and his mouth opened and closed woodenly, squeezing out that eerie sound from deep in his throat, like a puppet in the hands of a ventriloquist!

"Waaaaah—to tell the story of Constantine—waaaaah—we have to start from his childhood—waaaaah—"

Mark pulled hard on his tongue, pried open his jaw, his nails almost digging into his flesh, and finally used all his strength to cover his mouth.

However, all of this was in vain.

The story continued with undiminished clarity, flowing from between his fingers and from his convulsing throat: "—From a young age, Constantine could see things that others could not—"

"Ugh—Waaaaah—"

Mark let out a painful whimper, as if he were being choked, tears and snot streaming down his face, his body convulsing unconsciously from extreme fear and resistance.

Catherine froze, stunned by the horrifying scene, while Constantine was both angry and furious—

What angered me was that my secrets were ruthlessly exposed by this thing, and what infuriated me was my own powerlessness!

Possession? Mind control? Evil spirit possession? None of the above!

He had absolutely no idea what to do! This was completely beyond his common sense!

Just as Constantine instinctively raised his sacred hunting rifle, unsure of where to aim—

Qin Jin took two steps to Mark's side and slapped him cleanly on the side of the neck.

"belch--"

Mark's eyes rolled upwards abruptly, all struggle and sound ceased, and his body slumped limply to the ground.

The terrifying narration abruptly stopped, and the living room fell silent once more.

However, the silence lasted for less than three seconds.

"—Later, when he got a little older, he just couldn't take it anymore—"

A new voice is emerging!

This time, it came from the other side, from the mouth of Emily, the Chinese-American female college student!

Emily opened her mouth wide, as if she wanted to scream, but what came out was still the straightforward story, not the high-pitched female voice. Her face was contorted with fear, and she clutched her neck with both hands, as if trying to choke the voice inside her body.

Having learned from Qin Jin's demonstration, Constantine reacted extremely quickly this time, swiftly striking Emily on the forehead with the butt of his gun.

The sound disappeared again.

Qin Jin's gaze subconsciously swept over the few remaining people present: Alessa, Constanze, Catherine, and even lingered on Yuanxiao for a moment before finally settling back on Catherine.

Fear, like an icy tide, crept up Catherine's ankles, and Constantine felt a chill run down his spine. Only Qin Jin and Alessa seemed perfectly normal.

He still had that leisurely, lazy demeanor and that perpetually expressionless, indifferent attitude.

"—Finally, one day, our exorcist chose to commit suicide—"

The cold voice rang out for the third time!

This time, the voice came from Catherine!

"Waaaaah—waaaaah!"

Catherine's reaction was even more desperate than the previous two.

She could no longer feel her jaw and tongue; it was as if, in an instant, these parts had been taken away!

Just as she was about to tear at the corner of her mouth, Qin Jin reached out and grabbed her: "Relax! Catherine! It's nothing serious, you'll be fine after a good night's sleep."

Her eyes looked at Qin Jin, then at Constantine, and then she nodded sharply! She would rather faint!

"—When he died, Constantine went to Hell and saw a horrific sight that he never wanted to experience again in his life—"

Qin Jin's hand moved swiftly and decisively, without the slightest hesitation, let alone any tenderness or mercy—those four words simply didn't exist in his dictionary!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, Catherine collapsed, and the narration ceased.

Now, only Qin Jin, Alessa, and Constantine, who is pale and breathing rapidly, remain conscious.

Yuanxiao stood up warily, letting out a low whimper, its bear-like eyes staring into the void, as if it could sense the location of the invisible enemy.

Constantine abruptly raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead. He looked at Qin Jin, forcing himself to remain calm: "Qin! If—I'm next—you can hit me directly! Just—don't hit me in the face—"

Qin Jin merely glanced at him indifferently, his tone calm and unwavering: "Don't worry."

I don't know if I wanted him to feel reassured that I would take action, or that I wouldn't embarrass him.

Constantine: "————" He wasn't comforted at all!

In the suffocating silence and the fear of the next target, Alessa's expression suddenly changed slightly—

It wasn't fear, panic, or astonishment, but rather—their eyes lit up! Excitement was palpable!

It felt like—winning the lottery!?

She opened her mouth, but no story came out.

Then, Alessa softly, calmly, and clearly uttered three words: "It's me!"

Looking at Alessa's playful expression, Qin Jin was both annoyed and amused. In Alessa's mind, as long as it wasn't her problem, she didn't seem to care about anything. She was a typical heartless person.

However, this is precisely the key to Alessa's ability to live with him.

Qin Jin thought for a moment, then asked directly, "How does it feel?"

"Gotcha."

Aresa's voice remained calm, but the meaning it contained sent chills down Constantine's spine!

"Let's see! Can we release him?" Qin Jin asked simply.

Aresa raised her free right hand and lightly pressed it on the surface of the wooden coffee table, about twenty centimeters away.

The next moment, an astonishing change occurred: rust and decay marks, as if eroded by hundreds of years of time, spread rapidly across the smooth wooden surface, centered on the area below her palm, as if they had come alive!

The dark brown, lifeless area instantly swallowed up the original texture and luster of the wood, and emitted a faint "sizzling" sound, as if even the air was being corroded!

Constantine's eyes widened even more instantly than when he saw the possession, his mouth opened unconsciously, and he didn't even notice the cigarette butt he was holding falling to the ground.

"What the Fk?!?" he screamed inwardly.

Yes! He always knew that Qin Jin was special, and Alessa was special, but—he never expected them to be this special!

It's like a friend who comes to your house every day to freeload, and you always think he's doing alright, but then you start writing novels and find out he's actually Tang Jia San Shao!

This power was filled with an aura of annihilation, and its impact on Constantine was like a raging storm.

Right in the very center of that rapidly expanding, decaying area, a point of pitch blackness that seemed to absorb all light appeared out of thin air!

It was only the size of a fingernail, like a living, constantly twisting and struggling black viscous liquid, or like a cursed core that had been forcibly given form!

It writhed and rolled violently there, trying to break free from some invisible restraint, exuding a chilling, resentful, and ominous aura that sent shivers down one's spine!

Qin Jin's icy gaze was fixed on the thing that had finally been forced into form by Alessa's power, and he seemed to have an idea in mind—

"Try killing him."

Aresa's small hand, which was resting lightly on the coffee table, suddenly clenched!

Pfft—!

A muffled sound, extremely faint yet exceptionally clear, as if something invisible had been instantly crushed!

The distorted, struggling ink blot suddenly exploded!

But instead of scattering and splashing, it seemed to be restrained by a more powerful force, suddenly freezing in place!

The explosion didn't result in disappearance, but rather left a shard of broken pieces on the decaying tabletop.

What finally appeared was a bunch of strokes—some long, some short, fragmented and disjointed!

It felt like a piece of glass with calligraphy on it had been smashed into pieces.