In the past 1950s, there were naturally no smart maps, but the arrow on this waste paper is like a "smart map", following Constantine's pace and constantly changing directions.

Fortunately, Constantine was a person who had seen the world, so he was not very surprised and walked forward with the arrow's instructions.

Then, he was really surprised.

Because before he could walk out of this street, a two-story building with the words "hospital" appeared in front of him. Well...yes, he has arrived at the place.

"Damn it, didn't that bastard say that I've been looking for me for a long time, and the relationship is less than 200 meters apart." John muttered unhappily, then put the waste paper in his pocket and walked into the hospital.

Suddenly...

"Hi! Hi!" A very impatient voice came.

John subconsciously looked to the side, and then he was stunned, because there was a small window next to this door, which looked like a guard room.

Of course, what made John stunned was not because such a small and broken hospital actually had a painful design like a guard room, but the person in the guard room.

Let me put it this way, John had seen the ugliest thing that was the "deformal demon". It was a disgusting thing in hell with some broken limbs and broken arms, because it was just randomly played. Therefore, the thing was often three hands, eight feet, and a head on the crotch.

However, after seeing this guard, the Deformed Demon had to retreat to second place.

Because this guy looks...why? If John hadn't been lucky enough to see the guy's eyes first, he might have regarded the other person's head as a meatball with a top hat.

Well, although John knew that it was impolite to say that a burn patient was, this guy was so crazy.

What surprised John even more was that this guy not only did not have the inferiority complex of ordinary disabled people, but his tone was also terrifying.

"What are you going to do?" the man asked.

John thought for a while and pointed to the door in front of him: "I... want to go in."

"Are you sick?" the man said again.

This sounds like a sarcasm, but...it's the entrance of the hospital after all, so the meaning of this sentence is an ordinary question.

John slowed down: "I...is not sick."

"Why are you here if you are not sick?" the guard said relentlessly.

"I'm looking for someone...a doctor named Ziliang."

"Look for Ziliang, right?" the guard said: "$5."

"Ah?" This time, John finally couldn't hold back: "What's the rule? You can still collect tickets when you enter the hospital?"

"Stop talking nonsense. You only charge you $5 for that bastard Ziliang. If you find Nurse Quinn, I will charge you $20."

John had never seen such a hospital in his life, nor had he seen such a tough guard. However, when he thought of his father's expression at midnight, John gritted his teeth helplessly and took out five dollars.

"Get in..." After collecting the money, the guard waved his hand and signaled that he could pass.

Constantine clearly saw that the guard wrote +5 on a sheet of paper in front of him, and at the end of the paper, it said [Outdoor Audio, total price of $355].

......

In this way, John finally entered the hospital and opened the door. There was a straight corridor inside. At the end was a "7"-shaped corner. There, you could see a room with the words "Psychological Counseling Room".

At this moment, a man wearing a chef's apron was walking out of the room... Well... a chef walked out of the psychological counseling room. It seemed quite normal, but what was a bit abnormal is that the chef was dragging a body in his hand...

The man saw John coming in, and looked at him with a polite smile: "Welcome..." he said, then seemed to think that he was still dragging his body: "Oh, don't be afraid, this is just... a patient who has just been hypnotized. He has always been unable to sleep lately, so I'm just helping him."

The man said, then quickly grabbed the body and disappeared around the corner.

But John didn't believe this nonsense, because there was still a long strip of blood left where the man dragged it... Hey, wait a moment? Why is the blood gone? Damn, the floor is actually sucking blood.

John repeatedly told himself that I was a person who had seen the world, so he let out a heavy breath and continued to move forward.

Soon, he saw the words [Doctor's Office] next to the corridor. I guess Ziliang is inside.

He was about to knock on the door.

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John swallowed, and the same sentence was still said, I was a person who had seen the world.

Just as he thought of this, a "reptile" whose brain was exposed, swung his big tongue about half a meter long and had no skin on his body, crawling over his head.

Yes, it was climbing over from the ceiling. John concluded that what he grew up like would definitely be climbing out of hell.

John finally couldn't calm down and he began to chisel the door with a bang.

"Bastard, open the door, what the hell is this!"

Before I could knock a few times, the door was opened.

But behind the door was not Ziliang, but a guy in a suit, a round face, and a cute attribute. This guy was staring at John with half-empty eyes. Although John could feel that this guy had no magical power at all, he would be uncomfortable if he stared like this.

"I..." John was about to speak.

"Ziliang, right? It's inside." The man said lightly, then passed by John and left.

John frowned and walked into the office...

Then, he saw Zi Liangzheng's expression with a bitter and revengeful expression. In front of him, there was a chess board. It seemed that he was playing chess with the man who walked out, but the result was that Zi Liang lost because he was still covering his head and muttering: "I deserve general! Why don't I general first?"

John didn't care about anything else, and he sat angrily opposite Ziliang.

"Bastard...what is this place?" he yelled.

Ziliang raised his head: "Oh, you are here, this is my hospital."

"Fart." John yelled: "How could a hospital have a demon crawling on the ceiling?"

"Devil?" Ziliang was stunned: "Oh, that's not a demon, but a simple and cute product of science. You can call them 'lippers'."

"Licker?" John said with a disgusting look on his face. "Well, no matter what he is, anyway... well... maybe this may be a bit awkward, but... you said you can help me, right?"

"Yes, I always keep my word," Ziliang said.

Ziliang's words were like a tasteless fart in John's ears, but there was no way, he nodded: "Okay, then I'll join... Let's say it first, it's just for the time being."

"Of course, I am a reasonable person and never force employees. Look, everyone here is attracted by the welfare benefits here and stayed. I think that after a while, you will also love this hospital like them." Ziliang said with a smile.

Of course, this is equivalent to another fart for John.

"So... since I'm here, should we quickly talk about what's going on with my cancer?"

"Of course..." Ziliang said: "You also know that you had cancer a long time ago. The reason you can survive until now is entirely because some people took the cancer away... But, after all, the operation of 'take away cancer' is a kind of magical blessing. When that person doesn't want to maintain it, the cancer will naturally return to your body immediately."

"But...this shouldn't be possible..." John said.

"Oh, I know, you used to play the three demon kings of hell... right." Ziliang took John's words and said: "This matter is not a secret in the circle. Of course, my notes have a powerful information search function, so I know more details than those rumors. I know how fucked the contract of "one soul sells more" is, and I also know that it almost prevents you from dying forever. But... If hell really starts war, hell is unified and there is only one demon king left, then your contract will eventually become a piece of waste paper."

John shook his head: "That's why I said it's impossible, because those three guys could not start a war. If that were the case, none of the three people would have good results. They were not fools."

"I know that under normal circumstances, they will not start a war, because the number of 'three' is a balance and no one wants to break it... But what if it is not balanced..."

As he said that, Ziliang took out a newspaper from under the desk and threw it to John.

"You've been drunk every day these days, so you may not have noticed that something big happened in France."

John picked up the newspaper and saw that the headlines were written in the largest font...

【The Louvre was stolen, ancient documents were stolen】

Such words.

What John realized instinctively: "What is the stolen...?"

"A book, the group of people who ate rice in the Louvre did not find out what the book was. They only knew that it was a cultural relics from the Crusader Holy War, so they were placed in the museum to count... But I know what that thing was." Ziliang's expression became a little serious: "That was the first draft of "Hell"."

"Ah?" John was stunned: "Hell...is the book "Hell" written by Dante? Haha, stop making trouble. The original version of "Divine Comedy" has been burned long ago. Even if it was the first draft, what does it have to do with my cancer?"

Ziliang's answerer: "Listen to me, first of all, that's the original manuscript. It is precisely because everyone thinks that the "Divine Comedy" trilogy has been burned, so it can lie quietly in the museum for so many years. However, it seems that someone knows that the "Hell" is still in this world, so... it was stolen-the most important thing is that although the stories written by Dante are added to the fire and made up randomly, some things are still based on some reason. For example, he recorded in "Hell" that whenever the sun and the moon meet, the soul of the demon king Azazler will be suppressed by the most powerful force. In other words, at that time, Azazler's power was the weakest stage. If someone wants to do something in hell... then at that time, it is undoubtedly the best choice."

When John heard this, his eyebrows gradually frowned, because the devil "Asazel" was one of the demons who signed a bloody treaty with him, and there was also a "Beiseb", and the last one, the "first fallen man".

Speaking of the strength of these three demon kings, the "first fallen man" must be the most powerful, because in a sense, hell was handled by this guy, but even if he is strong, he doesn't have the strength to kill the other two people at the same time, so hell has been divided by these three people like this.

And if the power of "Asazel" will be weakened as the sun and the moon meet, then the "first fallen man" may take the opportunity to take down the other two in one fell swoop.

"Ha." John smiled: "When the sun and the moon meet, isn't this kind of argument really a random thing? The three guys in hell have fought for so many years and don't know each other's weaknesses. Can a mortal who has traveled to hell for a few rounds to know?"

"What's wrong? You can even sleep with the soul banshee. I won't be happy with the demons. I'll give you some heartfelt words?" Ziliang responded.

"Well——" John nodded, "It makes sense."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ziliang threw another newspaper over.

John took it and saw that it was written on the headline.

[Astronomical Bureau speculates that on the afternoon of March 8, the largest total solar eclipse in 90 years is approaching]

"What day today?" John asked.

"On March 4th, if you pinch your head and tail, you will have three days at most." Ziliang replied lightly.

John breathed a long sigh, and everything was over, and he couldn't pretend to be disbelief: "Okay, it seems that I do have to thank you, but the question is, how do you help me?"

"Hi, hey. Pay attention to your tone. I just said to help you, not to help you wipe your butt like your nanny. So, how to solve this problem, you will be sure of your decision. Of course, the most important thing is that you owe me a favor afterwards."

These words made John feel uncomfortable because usually, they were said from him.

"Well, if that happens, I'm left...well...and some friends, I have to go find them." John said.

"Of course, I have heard rumors that you always find friends before you do things." Ziliang smiled and said, "Then, I'll wait for you here. When you use me, you only need one sentence."

"good!"

Constantine said, then turned around and hurried out of Ziliang's office.

Meanwhile, in the [Library] around the corner.

Moriarty sat by the window, holding a book that looked very old and modern in his hand.

On the cover is an Italian word.
Chapter completed!