Marvel – Immortal Path

The panic and crying expression on Jacqueline’s face quickly solidified naked eye. She slid the hair on her forehead coldly and combed it behind her ears with an arrogant attitude. Indifferent like a queen wearing a crown, staring at Li Ang’s gaze with interest,

"Who am I? I’m Jacqueline, Jacqueline Harris, a good boy from a wealthy background. Female, the prom queen of St. Bridge’s School, the heir to the future tens of billions of fortunes."

She curled up her hair behind her ears, and said contemptuously, "Is there a problem? Wearing a cheap hood shirt. Poor bug?"

Li Ang's mouth raised a slight curve, he let go of the hand that pinched Jacqueline’s neck, said with a smile: "Let me guess, waste textiles on the island of Paris In the factory, the fifth pair of human footprints caused by the wooden slippers is yours?"

"Absurd," Jacqueline sneered and looked at Li Ang, "I obviously wore laceless sneakers that day. Holding a ceremony with Abigail, how did it become wooden slippers. And there are only four people participating in the ceremony, where is the fifth person."

"Then I will ask you another way," Li Ang said kindly: "The owner of the wooden slippers footprints is an old and fat Cape Town black woman who is approaching her death."

Abigail eyes suddenly shrank, ignoring the freezing atmosphere of the moment. , Cry out in surprise: "It was the one who sold me German classics in the antique shop..."

"Yes." Li Ang snapped his fingers and looked at Jacqueline She said with a cold expression: "When Jacqueline and Abigail held the so-called'ceremony', the old black lady who sold classics hid behind the textile machine in the corner, stepping on the traditional African wooden slippers. , Staring at the boys and girls with greedy eyes."

"I don't know what you are talking about. What you are saying sounds like Mad Hatter's nonsense." Jacqueline said nothing. Said with an expression.

"Listen to me and explain," Li Ang pointed to Abigail with a smile, "The story is going from the very beginning, when Abigail stepped into the antique shop, She entered a trap, a trap woven from outright lies."

Everyone's eyes are focused on Li Ang, while he walks in the living room leisurely and comfortably, raising three fingers. The head said:

"Question 1: German classics true or false?"

"Question 2: The identity of the old black lady?"

"Question 3: : The purpose of all this?"

No one said, only Li Ang's monologue was left in the hall, "Miss Abigail, can you put that German book on the desk? Pass it to me?"

The girl full of suspicion and astonishment followed suit.

"Thank you very much." Li Ang nodded, looking through the classics at will, "The first question, as Mr. Constantine said, this book is indeed written in 1805, and its author is indeed The hidden cultivator of the golden dawn witchcraft association."

"However..." He spread the book in half, using force with his hand, and rudely tore apart the classics. "The array incantation inside is indeed Effective, but not for the purpose of attracting Spirit Physique through ceremony and communicating with the dead.

Accurately speaking, the sole function of this ceremony is to let the soul of the holder leave the body in a very short time. This time limit is so short that the organizer can't even notice it."

"How is it possible," Abigail called: "In the abandoned factory, we did feel the wind. also faintly discernable whispers."

"It was a false illusion crafted by people," Li Ang explained: "Since you took this classic, the old black lady has been paying close attention to it. Your whereabouts follow you all the way back to the United States and Gotham, watching from the dark how you prepare for the ceremony, and even at the ceremony site, you have used magic to create an illusion similar to the spirit."

Abigail was dumbfounded, while Jacqueline was still indifferent, Constantine lowered his head and smoked silently, rubbing his toes on the floor, kicking back and forth against the soot accumulated on the ground.

"But if the spirit ceremony is fake, then why does the old black lady take such a lot of work?" Abigail is not a stupid person, and then asked: "Is it just to see us? Are you embarrassed?"

"No, she does want you to have a ceremony, what she wants is your moment of soul departments from the body moment," Li Ang spread his hands and said: "Now To answer the second question, this old black lady is indeed the Boss that set up an antique shop in Cape Town, South Africa. Born in 1938, she has a long-spoken name. She has own sons, grandsons, nephews, and grand-nephews. ,

But at the same time, she is also the hidden cultivator of the Golden Dawn Sorcery Association. She is the author of this German classic in the early nineteenth century. "

The time is not right! How could an African woman born in 1938 be the author of a book from 1805? This spanned a century!

Li Ang saw the doubts of everyone, said with a smile: "Now to answer the third question, the black old lady concocted all this to prolong her life.

She is old, old, and on the verge of death. This body has reached its limit. The average person may accept her fate, but she does not need it."

Li Ang reached out to Abigail and said "What she needs is you."

The young girl cried out in astonishment: "What?!"

"Don’t get me wrong, she wants you young and beautiful Body." Li Ang chooses words and sentences accurately like medical pliers, so as not to cause more misunderstandings. "She is waiting, like a fisherman holding a fishing rod, waiting for the bait to be gnawed off."

He kicked the messy paper pages scattered on the ground, "This book is a bait. Anyone who holds a ceremony according to the notes on the book will have a very short time for his soul to leave his body,

The old black lady in her elder years can take advantage of the emptiness to invade Abigail’s body and gain a new life."

Abigail covered her lips, incredibly Cried: "Then why is it not me, but Jacqueline?! Why didn't she do it during the first ceremony?" Li Ang smiled, the surface of the sunglasses reflected the brilliance of the chandelier," Although she is a magician, her body on the verge of decay does not allow her to have too much room for manipulation. She impossible to walk in front of the four teenagers and perform tricks of invading others' bodies in full view.

Her goal was originally you. She wanted to wait until you held the ceremony alone according to the content at the back of the classics. However, she found a better goal, younger and more beautiful, more luxurious life experience, and has a deeper desire for spiritual ceremony. Jacqueline.

She saw Jacqueline’s deep love for her younger brother, so she chose to wait for the moment. Sure enough, Jacqueline stole the classics according to her ideas, and alone held the ceremony. .

At this moment, she followed all the way to cast her spells, injecting her own soul into Jacqueline’s body, and successfully completed the replacement."

Li Ang stepped forward, opened the door of the French windows, and pulled out a black female corpse covered with mud from the depths of the backyard under the bushes.

He unscrupulously wiped the dust off the face of the corpse of the maggot, so that Abigail could clearly distinguish it,

"When her soul departs from the body At the time, this body began to decay uncontrollably. In order to prevent others from discovering, she even buried oneself in the soil before Jacqueline held the ceremony.

One day, what evidence could the police find from the completely decomposed bones? Even if it was found, how could there be any physical information of the old South African lady in the United States police database?

Even me , I have to be amazed by her profound magic skills, bold and precise action plan."

Pop, pop, pop,

Applause, applause It was Jacqueline, with an approving smile on her face, and said sweetly: "It's a perfect reasoning, but you haven't explained the last question..."

"You are Say why an African woman born in 1938 is the author of a book from 1805?"

Li Ang smiled at the dust on his hands and said: "Because this kind of ceremony has been held countless Secondly, since the nineteenth century, the author of the book has been using this method to change his body and continue his life.

The so-called old black lady is probably one of the victims of this trap, I said Right? The golden dawn association magician, who has lived for more than two hundred years and has changed his body countless times?"