People in DC, every day administrative leave

"Don't lie to me. I have many ways to get you to tell the truth."

Seeing that Ian was dishonest, Constantine threatened the rock star directly in front of the ace police officer and the Chicago Police Chief.

"I don't know what record you are talking about! What the hell is going on?!" Ian looked a little excited, as if he really didn't know anything about Death Records.

"Bernie was killed by a record, and it just so happened that a private detective took your signed check and went to buy the vinyl record from the only person who knew where it was."

“Can records still kill people?”

The expression on the other person's face didn't look like he was pretending. Constantine let go and asked him if he could remember who he had sent checks with signatures to.

After a while.

Sitting in the living room with others, Ian told the exorcist named John Constantine all the names he could think of. With Director Gary and Ace Police Officer testifying, he did not doubt the authenticity of the exorcist's identity.

"I'm sorry, Officer Zhang, my attention was entirely on this guy just now."

"fine."

Zhang San did not blame him. Constantine rushed forward like a psychopath, grabbed others and kept questioning them. Who would carefully distinguish other people in this situation?

"Ian, what's going on?"

Suddenly, when several people were analyzing who among the dozen names was the one who got the record and went to find Bernie, a blond woman came back from outside with a little girl.

"Jasmine, they were asking about a record, and I don't know who took the check signed by me to buy that Death record."

Ian, who was talking, hugged his daughter who had just returned from outside.

Facing the looks from several people, the woman who had brought her child home looked a little flustered. She nodded and grabbed the little girl's hand and went upstairs.

Several people in the living room looked at each other, then Zhang San opened his hands and said, "I'm not the only one who sees something wrong with her, right?"

"She knows about the record." Director Gary also noticed it. People in their profession are very sensitive to changes in other people's expressions.

"I'll go up and ask."

Ian was just about to go upstairs when he found his wife walking down quickly again, leaving her daughter upstairs.

Then, Jasmine Fair told them the whole story:
Ian didn't make a pact with the devil, she did.

Ian had cancer that year. On the night he was admitted to the hospital, a man named Anton found Jasmine and said that he could be cured of the disease as long as he paid for his soul.

Although she didn't believe it, she still signed her name on the paper, and Ian miraculously recovered.

"Soul Contractors like to look for dying people in hospitals. Let me see that death contract."

Constantine took the dirty paper handed over by the other party and unfolded it to read the contents. The Etruscan runes and words on it were disappearing one by one.

"Anton said that when the last words dissipated, the First Fallen would take my soul away. It was he who came to me again and said that he could exchange my soul for vinyl records, and I had already warned Bernie not to listen to that A record."

Jasmine just wanted Bernie to do a sound spectrum analysis to verify whether the record was authentic, but she didn't expect that Bernie didn't listen to her and put on headphones to listen to the music on the record. As a result...
This incident made her feel very guilty. "Soul contractors will never break the contract, otherwise they will lose the right to negotiate with hell. Something is not right."

Rerolling the contract, Constantine handed it back to Jasmine.

"It sounds like this Anton wants to use a rich and well-connected rock star to help him get vinyl records. You can't refuse yet."

Director Gary sighed. The famous music producer was actually killed by a legendary record, and the 'murderer' who caused all this to happen was himself.

Bernie's uncontrollable curiosity eventually cost him his life.

"Do you still have the vinyl record with you? When will he come to pick it up?"

"I hid it in the record cabinet. He asked me to take it to him in the afternoon and texted me an address."

Just when Constantine reached out to pick up the cell phone that Jasmine had just taken out, Zhang San asked strangely: "Do you often put dangerous things where your daughter can reach?"

She had taken out the contract from a drawer in the living room before, and now she said she had hidden a death record in the record cabinet that would cause terrible things if it was touched without gloves?
The last time Zhang San heard about this situation, it was on the news. A couple casually placed a pistol where a child could see it, and then the child took the gun to school and had sex.

After reacting, Constantine motioned to Officer Zhang with his eyes and told the woman in front of him that they were going to take the record away to prevent any accidents.

"Director Gary, you, Zed, and Chas stay here to protect them. Officer Zhang and I go to see the contractor."

Things were a little weird at first. Constantine just wanted to bring the ace police officer with him, but he needed to borrow the police chief's car.

"Take this." Director Gary, who agreed to stay, handed his pistol to Zhang San. The ace police officer couldn't do without a gun.

"Thank you."

Without refusing, Zhang San took the gun, hid it in his waist and then got into the car behind Constantine who was holding a vinyl record.

Bang.

In the car, Constantine, who was sitting in the passenger seat, and Officer Zhang, who was sitting in the back seat, looked at each other for a while. Finally, the British man dropped the record, opened the door, and called the professional driver Chas over.

Neither of them wanted to drive, so they could only call a professional driver for help.

"Don't take out that record before you see the keyboard. If I guess correctly, the people who signed the contract with Willy Cole were the First Fallen, those demonic whispers recorded on the record. It’s his voice too.”

Constantine asked for the Death Record because he wanted to give it to Mr. Zhang San, who has a magical space. If there is anyone else on earth who can throw away the works of the First Fallen, he can only think of keyboards or... Dr. Destiny.

Coupled with the fact that Officer Zhang himself is immune to the control of evil spirits, and his brain defenses surprise even Dr. Fate, it is very appropriate for him to bring things to the keyboard.

"Don't worry, I'm very reliable."

Zhang San plans to combine this record with its own air-conditioning effect with a refrigerator, and make a music refrigerator that can be used without plugging in and throw it into the war world as a reward for Morris.

The demon captain likes to drink beer, and it's time for him to experience the taste of cold beer. (End of chapter)