A strange evil wind blew by.
Nothing happened.
It was just an ordinary student ID card that disappeared. However, this was enough to make people feel terrified, especially for those who face supernatural events all day long.
"????"
Charles was startled for a moment, and looked around a few times, but he couldn't find anything. He turned to look at Constantine in doubt.
"What's going on?"
Charles knew very well that the strong wind just now was definitely not natural.
"Gu~"
Constantine stared blankly at his empty hands, his eyes shaking violently for a few times. He looked at his hands, as if he was still savoring the feeling just now.
"This is..."
Constantine could clearly realize that someone had taken the card from his hand.
Such a fast speed!
What is that special person?
Or a demon from hell?
No, some of his defenses were not triggered, so it was probably not an attack with malicious intent... Thinking of this, he seemed to realize something.
"No! That brat!"
Constantine suddenly ran to the second-floor window. He first glanced at the farm grass outside and found nothing. Then he looked up at the sky in some confusion.
This guy's original intention was just to check the weather.
However, he really got lucky.
Just to see.
The dark clouds have slowly dissipated as the evil spirit was been bound.
In the golden sky.
Constantine could vaguely see a figure looming, looking down from a high place in a certain direction. That was the direction in which the taxi had disappeared along the way.
He was suddenly shocked and his pupils contracted several times.
"Charles."
Constantine swallowed, and said with a serious tone.
"What?"
Charles was obviously still confused and kept searching the cabin for suspicious people.
"You are done."
Constantine turned around to look at his friend, then stretched his head to look at the sky. After feeling the warning in the gaze, he immediately shrank his neck and quickly retreated back to the house.
"What do you mean? My car can't be found?" Charles felt that Constantine was very puzzled. He did not find any evil spirits or supernatural creature hiding in the cabin.
"Don't think about your car. You've got yourself into big trouble." Constantine wiped the sweat from his forehead. He couldn't even keep calm at this moment.
"ah?"
Charles was stunned when he heard this.
"That kid has someone above him. I think he will definitely report you." Constantine swallowed, as if he had already figured out the character of the evil middle school student.
"He has an angel protecting him?"
Charles used his imagination.
"No. It's much scarier than that."
Constantine's head was about to pop out of the window, but he stopped. He wanted to confirm whether he saw it wrong, but in the end he chose to retract his body completely into the cabin.
"What are you talking about?" Charles felt that Constantine was like a Riddler who should be taken away to be skinned, but this did not affect his shock after hearing it.
Scarier than angels?
What kind of background is that!
Is God protecting him?
"No, why should I be the one to suffer the bad luck? Why shouldn't both of us suffer the bad luck?" Charles grasped the key point and once again felt Constantine's shamelessness.
It's too fast to cut off the relationship!
He stared at his old friend in silence, while Constantine's shameless behavior continued.
"I'm not the one who trafficked underage children. I'm just a passerby passing through Metropolis. Tomorrow... no, I will leave Metropolis overnight."
Speaking of which.
Constantine began to pack up his things, forgetting even the thought of burying the poor lady in the house. To be honest, he was really quick.
He cast a spell at a door in the room, and after Constantine went in, he disappeared without a trace. At this time, Charles was dumbfounded and had not yet recovered from his shock.
"My car..."
He was still feeling bad for his most valuable possession.
As for Constantine, Charles was used to Constantine's behavior. It was just a familiar "betrayal". After dying a few more times, he would no longer feel so angry at Constantine.
…
The setting sun sank into the city's skyline, dyeing the streets a dark orange. Ian's taxi stopped on the side of the road, not because he had reached his destination but because he encountered a traffic policeman.
"Please get out of the car and show your driver's license." The traffic policeman's eyes were filled with professional alertness, and his expression became even more serious when he saw the unimaginably young Ian in the driver's seat.
No way.
The taxi looked like it had just been involved in a road bullying incident, and Ian looked too immature to be a teenager qualified to take a driver's license test.
"Here it is."
Ian pushed open the deformed car door with all his strength, and after getting out of the car, he took out a document holder with frayed edges. He calmly waved the document in front of the traffic policeman.
Very fast.
It makes people feel dazzling.
He then put the certificate back into his pocket.
"Just give it to me, I didn't see it clearly."
The traffic police frowned, looking suspicious.
"Officer, you probably don't like to do eye exercises when you wake up in the morning." Ian took out his ID again and handed it directly to the traffic police, who took it and checked it carefully.
Of course, the above is all false information.
But it is so real that it can be mistaken for the real thing - if you want to know why, it is certainly not because Ian made a fake certificate, but because he "picked up" this little thing from Constantine before leaving the cabin.
Psychic cards.
A very practical magic prop that can allow others to see the corresponding documents they should see. Ian actually noticed that Constantine had taken his student ID from him.
However, he did not make a fuss. Instead, he respected the law of conservation of matter, increased the gold content of Lavoisier, and chose to transfer some of the matter in Constantine to himself.
"You are nineteen?"
The traffic police checked carefully for several minutes and found nothing wrong with the documents. However, he still had doubts about Ian. In his opinion, the boy in front of him was no older than fifteen or sixteen years old.
"Yeah, everyone says I have a baby face."
Ian really doesn't blink when he tells lies.
"Um?"
The traffic policeman did not comment, his eyes repeatedly switching between the ID in his hand and Ian's face. Finally, with a slightly strange expression on his face, he returned the ID to Ian.
"What's wrong with your car?"
The traffic police looked at the taxi and saw that the front of the car was in a horrible state.
"that is..."
Ian was still trying to come up with an idea, but he didn't expect that the stopped car began to slide forward slowly, getting faster and faster, and then it hit the fire hydrant with a bang.
"Yeah, that's how it got broken."
It must be God who was helping him to come up with an excuse, at least that's what Ian thought.