American comics: Starting from the Dimensional Demon

【Emotion value from Grant Ward +1355】

As expected of Constantine, his methods are effective!

Exhaling a smoke ring, Constantine leaned impatiently against the table, gesturing in the air with his cigarette-holding right hand.

"Hey, hey, hey... that's enough. If you have something to say to us, hurry up and stop playing these tricks!"

The room was quiet, with no response.

"Mr. Constantine, who are you talking to?"

Grant turned around, looking puzzled.

"Naturally, the person who brought us both here."

Constantine shrugged, explaining casually.

"This dream-weaving trick is indeed interesting, but I don't have the time to waste here with you. If you don't show yourself, we're leaving."

He stood up, and just as he made a move to leave, the wall on the right suddenly shattered, and a large amount of white light eagerly shone into the room.

Then, a strange voice suddenly sounded.

The voice spoke of the dangers in Cauldron Lake, explaining that some kind of dark power was spreading in the town, and emphasized that only by staying in the light could one remain safe.

The voice was rambling on, wanting to continue guiding the two towards the direction of the white light, but Constantine had lost interest. He patted Grant's shoulder and instantly disappeared.

The voice: "......"

Whoosh!

Still in the same black car, the two opened their eyes one after the other from their seats.

"Huff... what was that just now?"

Grant took a deep breath and looked around.

Mountain road, daytime, misty, a drizzle falling from the sky, raindrops gently falling, dripping on a blue sign standing on the right.

【Bright Falls, Welcome You.】

"That was a dream, it didn't really happen. You can understand it as someone trying to send us a message through dreams..."

Constantine flicked the ash from his cigarette, looked at the sky outside the window, and explained the mysterious phenomenon just now to Grant.

【Town emotion value from Grant Ward +1368.】

"......"

A dream? Such a realistic dream?

How was it done? And who did it?

"Don't know."

He threw the cigarette butt out the window, lit another one and put it in his mouth. Accompanied by wisps of blue smoke rising upwards, Constantine's words carried a bit of a charlatan's tone.

"It's nothing more than darkness and light, an old story. By the way... your car should be equipped with a strong flashlight, right?"

"Yes, it is."

"If you don't want to die, you better carry it with you. Light, sometimes, is a power!"

"Thank you."

Just chatting like this, a dozen minutes later, the car drove into the center of Bright Falls.

At this time, the drizzle had turned into heavy rain. After contacting the client, the two found the client for this mission, Ms. Alice Wake, in a restaurant.

"Hello, I am the client, Alice.

I want to ask you to find Alan Wake, he is my husband, a famous thriller writer."

Leading the two to sit down by the window, the woman named Alice looked a little worried.

"Ms. Alice, hello, my name is John Constantine, I am a Hellblazer."

Shaking hands with her, Constantine pointed to Grant beside him and introduced him.

"This is my assistant, Grant Ward. He will be investigating Mr. Wake's disappearance case with me this time."

"Hello, Ms. Alice." Grant nodded to the other party, behaving like an assistant.

"I know you, but I didn't expect that you really exist in this world."

Her expression was strange, and she said something inexplicable.

Constantine and Grant looked at each other, each ordered a cup of coffee from the waitress, and then asked Alice for information about the missing person, Alan Wake.

Alice did not hide anything and told them about her husband's information.

Alan Wake, a famous thriller writer in New York.

After the publication of the 6th book in the "Alex Casey" series two years ago, he fell into a creative predicament.

This predicament caused him to become anxious, emotionally unstable, and even addicted to alcohol, making it impossible for him to create.

As his wife, Alice was very worried about his mental state. In order to cure his illness, she met a qualified doctor online and, on the doctor's suggestion, brought Alan Wake here to receive treatment.

She only remembered arguing with her husband for the last time. After she inexplicably swam out of the lake, she never saw Alan again.

"He's missing, in this town.

I can feel that he is still alive, but he is trapped......"

Alice held the coffee cup tightly with both hands, looking worried.

"I see, Ms. Alice, please believe me, I, Constantine, am a professional when it comes to finding people!"

Smiling slightly, Constantine had just taken out his compass when he saw a man pushing open the restaurant door without an umbrella, soaking wet.

Ding-a-ling~

The man strode over, dripping with rainwater, and walked straight to the table in the strange gazes of the people around him.

"Hello, my name is Alan Wake. It's all my fault, my wife is having some problems here."

He pointed to his brain, showing an apologetic expression.

"Sorry, Alice didn't cause any trouble for you two, did she?"

Constantine: "......"

Grant: "......"

It was strange that a person who was determined to be missing by S.H.I.E.L.D., a person they were about to investigate, suddenly appeared in front of them so abruptly.

The two looked at each other and exchanged opinions in a low voice.

Across the table, Alice's reaction was even stranger. She hugged her arms tremblingly and suddenly burst out.

"Get away, you monster, you're not Alan Wake!

"Apologizing to the surroundings, Alan Wake stepped forward and grabbed Alice's body, controlling her. Then, he nodded apologetically to Constantine and Grant, and dragged Alice's body out.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, his body paused, and a hand rested on his shoulder.

His eyes became extremely cold for a moment, and then turned warm the moment he turned his head.

"Mr. Constantine, is there anything else?"

"Oh, it's nothing, I just saw that your shoulder was a little dirty, so I helped you wipe it."

"How about now?"

"It's okay, you can go now."

Alan Wake nodded, forcefully put his arm around Alice's body, and led her out of the restaurant into the pouring rain.

"Constantine, I'm very sorry, there may have been a major flaw in our intelligence!"

Alan Wake was still here, he hadn't disappeared!

Standing up from his seat, Grant cursed those intelligence personnel to death in his heart. What were they doing? They could even get such simple information wrong, they were simply useless!

But Constantine just waved his hand casually, lit a cigarette, and looked deeply in the direction Alan Wake left.

"Grant, maybe your news isn't wrong, Mr. Alan Wake is indeed... missing."

Missing? Who? Alan Wake?

Isn't he here?

If Alan Wake is missing, then who was that man who just appeared?!

Rumble!

Thunderclouds rolled, and the white sky quickly dimmed. Lightning struck Grant's stiff face through the window glass.

Because of Constantine's words, he... was shocked!

【Emotion value from Grant Ward +1399】