MTL - Marvel: Starting From the Dimensional Demon God-Chapter 121

Twisted, Grant wondered.

"Naturally, it's the one who got the two of us here."

Shrugging, Constantine explained indifferently.

"This dream trick is really interesting, but I don't have the time to accompany you to chat here. If you don't show up again, we'll go out."

He stood up, and just as he was about to leave, the wall on the right suddenly shattered, and a large amount of white light could not wait to shine into the room.

Then, an inexplicable voice suddenly sounded.

The voice spoke of the dangers in the giant cauldron, explained that there was some kind of dark force spreading in the town, and emphasized that only by staying in the light can you stay safe.

The voice was chattering, and he wanted to continue to guide the two of them in the direction of the white light. But Constantine had lost interest, and he patted Grant on the shoulder and disappeared instantly.

The voice: "…"

Swish!

It was still the black car, and the two opened their eyes one after another from their seats.

"Huh... just now, what was that?"

Taking a loud breath, Grant raised his eyes and looked around.

The mountain road, during the day, was foggy, the sky was lightly raining, and the raindrops fell gently on a blue sign erected on the right side.

[Liangpu Town, you are welcome. 】

"It was a dream, it didn't happen in reality, you can understand that someone is trying to send us a message through the means of dreams..."

With a flick of the soot in his hand, Constantine looked at the sky outside the window and explained to Grant the mysterious phenomenon just now.

[The town sentiment value from Grant Ward is +1368. 】

"…"Dream? Such a real dream?

How is it done? Who else did it?

"do not know…"

Throwing the cigarette **** in his hand out of the window, he lit another one and held it in his mouth. With the blue smoke wafting upwards, Constantine's words had the taste of a magic stick.

"It's nothing more than darkness and light. It's an old-fashioned story. By the way, you should have a bright flashlight in your car, right?"

"some…"

"If you don't want to die, you'd better take it with you. Light is sometimes a power!"

"thanks…"

After a few minutes of talking, the vehicle drove into the center of Liangpu Town.

At this time, the light rain had turned into a heavy rain. After contacting the client, the two found the client of this mission, Ms. Alice Wake, in a restaurant.

"Hello, I am the client this time, Alice."

I want to ask you to find Alan Wake, my husband, a famous writer of thrillers. "

Leading the two to sit down by the window, the woman named Alice looked a little worried.

"Hello, Ms. Alice, my name is John Constantine, and I'm a **** detective."

Shaking hands with her, Constantine pointed to Grant who was beside him and introduced.

"This is my assistant, Grant Ward, who will join me in this investigation of Mr. Wake's disappearance."

"Hello, Ms. Alice." Nodding to the other side, Grant acted like an assistant.

"I know you, but I didn't expect you to exist in this world."

She looked strange and said something inexplicable.

Constantine and Grant looked at each other as they each ordered a cup of coffee from the waitress. Then ask Alice about the missing Alan Wake.

Alice didn't hide it and told her husband's information. thousand thousand

Alan Wake, a famous New York thriller writer.

Stuck in creative trouble after publishing the sixth book in the Alex Casey series two years ago.

This predicament left him with anxiety, emotional instability, and even alcoholism, preventing him from creating.

As his wife, Alice was very worried about his mental state. In order to cure his illness, she met a qualified doctor on the Internet. receive treatment.

She only remembered the last time she got into a quarrel with her husband, and when she swam out of the lake inexplicably, she never saw Alan again.

"He's missing, right here in this town."

I can feel he's alive, just trapped..."

Holding the coffee cup nervously in both hands, Alice looked worried.

"It turns out that, Miss Alice, please believe me, I am Konstantin professional in finding people!"

He smiled slightly, and as soon as he took out the compass, Constantine saw a man who didn't open the door of the restaurant wetly without opening an umbrella.

jingle…

The man strode forward, dripping rainwater all over his body, and went straight to the table of several people under the strange eyes of the people around him.

"Hi, my name is Alan Wake, and they all blame me. There's something wrong with my wife here."

He pointed to his brain with his finger, showing an apologetic expression.

"Sorry, Alice didn't cause trouble for the two of you?"

Constantine: "…"

Grant: "…"

It is very strange that a person who was judged missing by S.H.I.E.L.D., a person they were just about to investigate, appeared in front of the two of them abruptly.

The two looked at each other and exchanged opinions in a low voice.

Across the table, Alice's reaction was even more strange, her trembling arms suddenly burst out.

"Go away, you monster, you're not Alan Wake!"

Apologetically bowed to the surrounding, Ellen Wake stepped forward and pulled Alice's body to control her, then nodded apologetically to the two of Constantine, dragged Alice's body out and walked away .

"and many more!"

Suddenly, his body froze, and a palm rested on his shoulder.

His eyes became extremely cold in an instant, and then became warm the moment he turned his head.

"Mr. Constantine, is there anything else you can do?"

"Oh, it's okay, I just saw that your shoulders are a little dirty, so I'll wipe it for you."

"now what?"

"It's alright, you can go."

Alan Wake nodded, hugged Alice's body firmly, and took him out of the restaurant into the pouring rain.

"Constantine, I'm very sorry, there may be a major flaw in our information!"

Alan Wake is still here, he's not missing!

Standing up from his seat, Grant scolded those intelligence officers half to death in his heart, what are they doing to eat, such simple information will be wrong, it is just trash!

But Constantine just waved his hand casually, picked up a cigarette, and looked deeply in the direction Alan Wake left.

"Grant, maybe your news is not wrong, Mr. Alan Wake is indeed... missing."

Missing? who? Alan Wake?

Isn't he here?

If Alan Wake is missing, who is that man who just appeared...? !

Boom!

Thunderclouds rolled, the white sky quickly dimmed, and electric light hit Grant's stiff face through the window glass.

Because of what Constantine said, he was shocked!

[Mood value from Grant Ward +1399]

Chapter 154 "This is what we really invite you to come here for!"

On the shore of the giant cauldron, there is a wooden house somewhere.

Boom!

The rain was pouring, and the thunder was rolling.

The "Alan Wake" that appeared today, and this heavy rain, seemed to be an omen, indicating that the next action would not be peaceful.

"Constantine, this is some information that our S.H.I.E.L.D. has investigated..."

Sitting at the table by the window, Grant Ward took out a file bag and took out the information and photos inside.

Across the table, Constantine put down the red wine in his hand and looked lazily at the photos.

These photos are various, crows flying in the sky, planes that crashed near the town, wreckage of houses that collapsed inexplicably...

"this is?"

His gaze stopped on a black-and-white photo, and Constantine asked, pointing to a building above.

"Oh... This is a wooden house on the island in the middle of the lake."

40 years ago, it was accompanied by a poet and sank to the bottom of the lake. "

Explaining a sentence, Grant pushed another photo in front of Constantine.

"This is what our satellite looked like 10 days ago..."

Two photos side by side, one black and white from a long time ago, and one color full of the atmosphere of this era.

"This new wooden house was built by the locals?"

Although the colors are different and the times of shooting are different, Constantine didn't see any difference in the wooden house above.

But Grant's answer denied this conjecture.

"The locals haven't built anything on top of the wooden house since it sank to the bottom of the lake 40 years ago."

"Then what is this cabin?"

"No one knows, it seems like overnight, it suddenly appeared like that."

After our agents confirmed that Alan Wake had gone missing a few days earlier, so did the new cabin.

Well, to be honest, I'm not sure what happened to "Alan Wake" today.

In short, after we talked with the locals, we found that they themselves were amazed by the log house, and seemed to wonder why they were not curious at that time. "

"So, your conclusion is..."

After listening to the other party's words, Constantine lit a cigarette for himself.

"Yes, after careful analysis, the experts of S.H.I.E.L.D. judged that there is some kind of supernatural force in this small town named Bright Falls."

Not only can it interfere with human thinking, but it can also manifest things that didn't exist in the past, just like... Loki! "

"Loki?"

The body suddenly leaned back, and Constantine was a little uneasy.

"Listen, I don't want to deal with that kind of troublesome guy. If you use that ability to do whatever you want, it won't take even a second to destroy a city!"

"There should be no interference like Loki's. After our judgment, this supernatural force entrenched in the town seems to only cover the town."

After explaining a sentence, and placing a manuscript on Constantine's desk, Grant said with a sullen face.

"This is what we really invite you to come here for!"

"Oh?"

Looking at this manuscript, Constantine suddenly became interested, his eyes swept over the words quickly, and soon, he stopped at the last sentence of the manuscript.

"Getting off the car, the **** detective John Constantine and Grant Ward who turned into an assistant stood in the pattering rain, watching the town of Bright Falls in the distance..."