I wish my brothers a happy New Year, good food and good drinks!

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"I have a big deal, do you dare to take it?"

When Huang Shaohong said these words, Constantine looked interested at first, but suddenly he started coughing for no apparent reason, and the more he coughed, the worse he got, and he couldn't stop it.

He first waved his hand to Huang Shaohong, then covered his mouth and staggered up, walked to the washbasin not far away, and then coughed more than ten times in a row until he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and then gradually calmed down.

Constantine poured water to clean it, then turned around and walked to the table to sit down. He lit another cigarette for himself and took two puffs. Then he felt much better and relaxed.

"You go, I'm not interested in doing business now, and I won't do it in the future!"

At this time, Constantine's original interested expression had disappeared, replaced by a lonely and worried expression.

Huang Shaohong had a smile on his face: "Don't you want to hear what the big deal I'm talking about is?"

Constantine took two more puffs of cigarette, stood up and put on his windbreaker: "I want to go out, you should go back too!"

After the cough just now, his attitude suddenly changed, and there was an indifference in his voice that could make people feel distant.

"Okay, but I'm confident you will agree in the end!"

Huang Shaohong stood up, waved his hand, and took Jarvo out of Constantine's house.

The next day, at Santa Maria Hospital in Los Angeles, a black female doctor looked at the lung slices covered with shadows in front of her and remained silent.

Constantine complained with a frustrated face: "You know what I have done for this world? Most people have never even heard of the things I repaired, and I am going to die because of smoking...

"

As he spoke, he looked at the unlit cigarette in his hand, his eyes full of reluctance.

The black female doctor was obviously an old acquaintance of him and said apologetically: "John, you are not the first..."

A hint of hope flashed in Constantine's eyes: "Please Les, you have saved me once, can you save me again, right?"

The female doctor named Les stressed helplessly: "This is malignant..." Needless to say, the implication is that in the eyes of the female doctor, Constantine's disease is hopeless.

Les continued: "Twenty years ago, you didn't want to live, and now you don't want to leave. In fact, you can think of some options..."

Before she finished speaking, Constantine had already lit a cigarette for himself again and started smoking.

Les said helplessly: "You still smoke in this situation?"

Constantine closed the lighter and asked: "Can I live longer without smoking?"

Les sighed: "John, you are really ready!"

Constantine smiled self-deprecatingly: "Are you preparing for the funeral? No need, I know where I am going!"

After saying that, he opened the door of the office and walked out directly.

Constantine, who was in a bad mood, walked into the elevator with dull eyes, leaned against the wall marked "No Smoking" in English on the side of the elevator, and smoked to himself.

When the elevator door was about to close, a young white woman hurried over from the other side of the corridor, but it was obvious that she could not catch up with the elevator. She asked Constantine:

"Sir, could you please press the door for me?"

The white woman had a sad look on her face, and she had obviously encountered something sad.

Constantine showed a smile that seemed to be mocking and self-deprecating, and refused: "I'm sorry, madam, I can't help you!"

Although it was easy for him to do anything, he refused with a mocking look on his face, which made the already sad white woman's eyes instantly burst into tears. At this moment, her negative emotions reached their peak, and she almost cried out of grievance.

And she could only watch the elevator door close, but there was nothing she could do about it.

At this moment, behind Constantine, a man's hand, which was whiter than a woman's hand, reached over, stretched out his middle finger and pressed the door open button in time, and the closed elevator door opened again.

The white woman and Constantine were stunned at the same time, each having different emotions.

"Thanks!"

The white woman walked into the elevator and nodded and thanked the handsome Asian man behind Constantine.

Constantine turned around, looked at Huang Shaohong, and said with some surprise: "Why are you here?"

Huang Shaohong first nodded to the white woman, then shrugged to Constantine, and said jokingly: "What you just did was not like a gentleman!"

Constantine laughed at himself: "I was never a gentleman!"

"This is why you can't go to heaven!" Huang Shaohong said pointedly.

Of course, the 'reasons why you can't go to heaven' he refers to are not the gentleman's issues, which have nothing to do with not being able to go to heaven.

Constantine's eyes suddenly shrank, and his expressionless dead face instantly became a little excited, and he asked in a low voice: "How do you know?"

At this time, the white woman who had just entered the elevator looked at Huang Shaohong more and more familiar, and asked: "Sir, have we met somewhere?"

This woman is not a supporting role, she is the heroine in the original plot, the female police officer Huang Shaohong met at the police station.

At that time, Huang Shaohong's memory was probably used by Po Tong to watch a short movie, which seriously affected his memory. He only thought that the woman looked familiar, but he couldn't remember who she was.

In fact, he was very familiar with this woman's face, because the actress who played the heroine was the heroine in the Hollywood blockbuster "The Mummy" trilogy.

Huang Shaohong had no intention of saying hello to this woman, but when he saw that she recognized him, he smiled and nodded: "We have met in the police station before!"

"Oh...I remember, you are just like that little girl!" The white female police officer pointed at Huang Shaohong angrily, a little excited, and said firmly, but to

As a face-blind Asian, she obviously recognized the wrong person.

At this time, the elevator door happened to open, and two pretty blond girls were about to come in. When they heard the words of the white female police officer, they immediately backed out in a panic, looking at Huang Shaohong with eyes full of disgust and contempt.

Huang Shaohong's smile froze on his face. He looked at the elevator display and asked the policewoman: "Which floor are you going to?"

"First floor, what are you doing? I'm warning you not to think about those dirty things. I'll take you back to the police station!" After speaking, the white female police officer tightened her clothes.

Huang Shaohong reached out and grabbed her neck and threw her out of the elevator door: "The elevator is full, you can take the stairs by yourself, you bastard!"

The last three words were cursed in Chinese. After finishing the curse, he stretched out his hand and pressed the door button hard, and turned his head and said to Constantine:

"You made the right choice in not letting this bitch come up, and I apologize to you!"

Constantine looked at Huang Shaohong in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be worse than me. Are you really a little girl?"

Huang Shaohong was going crazy: "That bitch's sister just died and her head was stimulated. Do you believe what she said?"

After speaking, he remembered the purpose of his trip, suppressed the unknown fire in his chest, and said to Constantine: "Can we find a place to talk?"

"Go to my house!"

Constantine thought for a while but did not refuse, and nodded in agreement.

When he came to Constantine's house again, Huang Shaohong did not regard himself as an outsider. He sat directly at the table and tapped his fingers on the table: "Do you have anything to drink? The stronger the better!"

"Do you want gasoline? It will burn more intensely!"

After Constantine made a joke, he poured two glasses of whiskey, placed one in front of Huang Shaohong, and asked: "Where is your werewolf bodyguard?"

"That's actually my butler!"

When Huang Shaohong saw Constantine lighting up a cigarette after taking a sip of wine, he took out two "King of Denmark Cigars" and threw one over.

"Smoke this, this is powerful!"

Constantine looked at the cigarette in his hand, then at the cigar rolled in gold foil and studded with diamonds in front of him. He put the cigarette aside, then picked up the cigar and lit it for himself.

He commented while smoking: "It tastes good, but it's a little worse than the top Cuban cigars!"

Huang Shaohong curled his lips and looked at Constantine with the eyes of a country bumpkin: "Am I smoking a cigar? I am smoking gold and diamonds!"

"Uh... what you said makes sense, just pretend I didn't say it!"

Constantine shrugged, and then said seriously: "Okay, it's time to get down to business. What did you mean by what you just said in the elevator?"

"What are you talking about?" Huang Shaohong pretended to be confused and took a sip of whiskey, then looked at Constantine with a smile.

"That's what I said: I can't go to heaven!"

Constantine gritted his teeth when he said this, obviously he was very concerned about this matter.

Huang Shaohong held a cigar in his mouth and tapped his fingers on the table while saying:

"John Constantine has had yin and yang eyes since he was a child. Oh, this is what we call it in the East. He can see ghosts, souls and other existences. This is regarded as a psychic ability in the West!"

"Then because my parents and friends couldn't understand, and a person couldn't bear the pressure brought by this ability, he chose to commit suicide when he was fifteen years old. He died for two minutes and was rescued by Dr. Rice, but because of this he knew heaven and hell.

existence!"

When Huang Shaohong was talking, Constantine began to sweat on his forehead, and asked in surprise: "How do you know?"

Huang Shaohong ignored him and went on to talk to himself:

"Because I have seen the horror of hell, I only want to go to heaven after death. However, according to Christian teachings, suicide is a serious crime and you are destined to go to hell!"

"So you have been subduing demons in the world and kicking those who don't follow the rules back to hell, but your purpose is not simple. You just want to please God and want to enter heaven after death. Unfortunately, everything you do is in vain.

You are destined to go to hell!"

‘Bang’

Constantine swept the wine glass in front of him to the ground and broke it into pieces. He stood up with his hands on the table, stared into Huang Shaohong's eyes, and shouted angrily:

"Why, why can't I go to heaven? Haven't I done enough? This is so unfair. You know how many good things I have done!"
To be continued...