Chapter 18: That Year, That Night, That Meteor
A eerie demon wind blew past.
Nothing happened.
It was just that an ordinary Student ID disappeared. However, this was already enough to make one feel chills, especially for someone who faces Supernatural Events every day, it was makes one shudder upon further thought.
“？？？？”
Charles was instantly startled, looking left and right like a stress response a few times, but he found no Thing. He turned his head somewhat suspiciously toward Constantine.
“What happened?”
Charles knew very well that the strong wind just now was definitely not a natural factor.
“Gulp~”
Constantine stared blankly at his empty hand, his eyes shaking violently a few times. He licked his hand, as if still savoring the sensation from before.
“This is…”
Constantine could clearly sense that someone had taken the card from his hand.
Such fast Speed!
What special person?
Or a Demon from Hell?
No, some of his defensive measures weren’t triggered, so it was probably not a malicious attack… Thinking of this, he seemed to realize something.
“No! That little brat!”
Constantine suddenly ran to the Window on the second floor, first scanning the Farm grassland outside with his gaze, finding nothing, then looking up at the sky somewhat puzzled.
This guy’s original intention was just to check the weather.
However.
He really stumbled upon great luck.
One could see.
The dark clouds were slowly dissipating along with the binding of the Evil Spirit.
In the golden sky.
Constantine vaguely saw a figure appearing and disappearing, looking down from above, overlooking a certain direction, which was exactly the direction where the Taxi had zigzagged and disappeared along the way.
He was immediately shocked, his pupils contracting a few times.
“Charles.”
Constantine swallowed.
His voice was serious.
“What?”
Charles was clearly still confused, constantly searching the Wooden House for suspicious persons.
“You’re done for.”
Constantine turned his head to look at his Friend, then stuck his Head out to look at the sky again, and after feeling the Warning gaze, he immediately shrank his neck and quickly retreated into the house.
“What do you mean? My Car is gone?” Charles felt Constantine was very inexplicable; he hadn’t found any hiding Evil Spirit or Supernatural Life in the Wooden House.
“Forget about your Car, you’ve brought big trouble on yourself.” Constantine wiped the sweat beading on his forehead; at this point, he even couldn’t pretend to be calm anymore.
“Ah?”
Charles was directly dumbfounded upon hearing this.
“That little brat has someone above him, I think he will definitely report you.” Constantine swallowed, as if he had already figured out the spooky middle school student’s personality.
“He has an Angel protecting him?”
Charles used his imagination.
“Much scarier than that.”
Constantine’s Head hovered at the Window, wanting to probe but hesitating; he wanted to confirm if he had seen wrong, but ultimately chose to fully retreat into the Wooden House.
“What are you even saying.” Charles thought Constantine was like a Riddler who should be skinned and made into swallow skins, but this didn’t stop him from being shocked upon hearing it.
Scarier than an Angel?
What kind of background is that!
Protected by God?
“No, why am I the one in big trouble? Instead of both of us being in big trouble?” Charles grasped the key point, feeling Constantine’s shamelessness again.
This speed of distancing himself is too fast!
He stared speechlessly at his old Friend, while Constantine’s shameless behavior continued.
“The one who abducted a Minor isn’t me, I’m just a passerby through the Metropolis, tomorrow… no, right now I’ll leave the Metropolis overnight.”
Saying this.
Constantine started packing his Things, even throwing the burial of that poor Lady in the house to the back of his mind. To be fair, he really slipped away fast.
Patting a Talisman on a Door in the Room, Constantine disappeared without a trace after entering; at this time, the dumbfounded Charles hadn’t recovered from his shock.
“My Car…”
He was still heartbroken over his most valuable Property.
Regarding Constantine’s actions, Charles only felt it was par for the course. A familiar “betrayal” — die a few more times, and he wouldn’t feel much Anger toward Constantine anymore.
……
The sunset sank into the City skyline, dyeing the Streets a dark orange. The Taxi driven by Ian stopped by the roadside, not because he had reached his destination but because he encountered Traffic Police.
“Please get out of the Car and show your Driver’s License.” The Traffic Police’s eyes carried professional vigilance, especially after seeing the unreasonably young Ian in the driver’s seat, his expression became even more serious.
No way around it.
Who let this Taxi look like it had just suffered a highway bullying, and Ian looked too youthful to be a Youth qualified to take a driving test.
“Here it is.”
Ian pushed hard on the deformed Car Door, got out unhurriedly, and took out a worn-edged ID Card holder. He calmly dangled the ID Card in front of the Traffic Police a few times.
Speed was very fast.
Dazzling to the eyes.
Then he put the ID Card back into his pocket.
“Hand it directly to me, I didn’t see it clearly.”
The Traffic Police frowned, his gaze very suspicious.
“Officer, you definitely don’t like doing eye exercises in the morning.” Ian took out the ID Card again and handed it directly to the Traffic Police, who took it and examined it carefully.
It was of course all False Information.
However.
Yet it was enough to pass as real — to ask why, of course it wasn’t because Ian majored in forging IDs, but because before leaving the Wooden House, he “picked” this Trinket from Constantine.
Spirit Calling Card.
It could make others see the corresponding ID Card they should see, a very practical Magic gadget — Ian actually noticed Constantine had swiped the Student ID from him.
But he didn’t make a fuss, instead respecting the law of conservation of matter, boosting Lavoisier’s value, and chose to let part of Constantine’s matter flow to him as well.
“You’re nineteen?”
The Traffic Police examined it seriously for several minutes and found no issues with the ID Card. However, he still suspected Ian; in his view, the Youth in front of him was at most fifteen or sixteen, no more.
“Yeah, everyone says I have a baby face.”
Ian didn’t even blink when telling lies.
“Hm?”
The Traffic Police was noncommittal, his gaze alternating repeatedly between the ID Card in his hand and Ian’s face, finally returning the ID Card to Ian with a slightly odd expression.
“What’s the deal with your Car?”
The Traffic Police looked at the Taxi; the front was simply horrific.
“It’s just…”
Ian was still coming up with an idea when unexpectedly, the stopped Car began sliding forward slowly, faster and faster, then bang, it directly crashed into the Fire Hydrant.
“Yeah, it got damaged just like that.”
It really was heaven helping with the excuse, at least that’s what Ian thought in his heart.
