Djinn starting from Marvel

This was the seventh day that Liu Jianming and others set out. It was an ordinary night. No one walked in from the intersection of the apartment again. Obviously, this time, the team of ten people was wiped out.

A crackling sound rang out from the brazier, and sparks kept jumping in the air. Some long yellow sails were hung in the hall on the first floor, with traces written on them by a brush dipped in cinnabar.

The scene was solemn. Some residents who had accepted the reality held paper money made of yellow paper and lined up in front of the brazier to pay homage to their deceased neighbors and to eliminate the strange emotions in their hearts.

Johnson came to the brazier and threw the resume in his hand and the reply from the police station into the brazier. Watching the paper curl and burn under the lick of flames, Johnson sighed.

A moment later, after everyone had finished worshiping, Johnson turned and walked towards the upward elevator.

When the elevator door closed, a hand reached into the middle of the elevator door, forcing the elevator door to reopen, and then Constantine walked in.

"Everyone is already living a very difficult life, but there are always some guys who like to add insult to injury. I hate this kind of people, very much." Constantine said standing next to Johnson.

"I hate it too." Johnson said calmly, but he knew who Constantine was.

"Then I won't lie, Mr. Basa Chang, do you know who that damn zombie is?" As Constantine spoke, the elevator had already reached the floor, but Constantine leaned against the elevator door and kept the elevator door stuck. on this level.

"I don't know who he is, but I know who the zombie is." Johnson thought for two seconds and decided to say something.

A gentleman does what he wants and what he doesn't do, and puts everything else aside in order to get promoted. This is not Johnson's character. Moreover, Johnson felt that the zombie might have something to do with him. To a certain extent, Liu Jianming and the others He must bear some responsibility for his death.

"who is it?"

"Ren Cai." Johnson took out a written list from his pocket and handed it to Constantine as he spoke. "Everything I know is written on it. I originally planned to find a time to chat with you. , now is the time, you should tell them this first."

"It doesn't have to be so strenuous." Constantine smiled inexplicably, and the atmosphere relaxed a lot. He did not take the order from Johnson's hand, "Everyone happens to be in my room, let's go and sit together?"

"Okay, let's go." Johnson let go completely. At most, the effect of the performance this time was just a little less. If he could kill the zombie who was obviously coming to provoke him, it would actually be worthwhile.

In Constantine's room, Dad was cooking a hot pot, and the special spicy oil was stirring in the pot. Everyone had been working on it all day and didn't eat much.

"Sit wherever you want." Constantine opened the door and greeted Johnson, then walked to the kitchen and brought out all the prepared ingredients, while Connors was preparing some other ingredients.

A moment later, Lin Zhengying also came to the room.

Next to the hot pot, the only one who didn't understand what was going on was Zhang Wei, but the free hot pot was irresistible to Zhang Wei.

As for the sadness of losing teammates, after staying here for a long time, everyone has gradually become accustomed to it. What's more, on the third day after Liu Jianming left, when the phone call came through, everyone was already mentally prepared.

"Come on, come on, hold on, here we go." Connors put a plate of freshly cut meat on the table.

"Well, it's cut so thin. Judging from the quality of the meat, it shouldn't be cheap." Zhang Wei moved his chopsticks first and put half of the plate of meat into the pot.

After adding another spoonful of spicy soup to the ingredients, Zhang Wei mixed the ingredients with chopsticks while looking at the other people who didn't use their chopsticks, "Huh? If you move your chopsticks, I won't be polite."

Johnson picked up the chopsticks. Although he didn't use chopsticks very often, the super body control ability brought by the clown made him feel comfortable using them. "I haven't eaten hot pot in a long time. I can tell you this pot by smelling it." The base tastes good.”

The scene gradually became normal. Zhang Wei was gasping for breath from the hot chili sauce. When the bottom of the first plate of meat was bottomed, Constantine took the initiative to stir up the topic, "Barcelona is always like this." It’s been so long and we still don’t know what kind of business you used to do?”

"Mainly doing some jewelry trading business." Johnson continued following the topic started by Constantine.

"Now that the economy is down, business is hard to do. Hey, by the way, I have met some bosses when I was litigating for people. They are much more arrogant than you. They have the kind of look down upon the poor that the rich have."

Zhang Wei really started chatting, and Constantine was also happy to see this situation. Although he didn't know why Barcelona often had to do what this identity should do, but this did not prevent him from cooperating a little. After all, Johnson was very cooperative with him.

"There are indeed such people, but in fact most of them are quite normal." Johnson said and could feel the potion being digested at a faster pace, but not at a fast pace. The feedback from the performance was still a little worse than before.

"Yes, I once met a very kind rich man who chased a friend of mine. We all called him Mr. Shen at the time. Why do you think he and my friend broke up?" Zhang Wei said mysteriously.

After everyone else shook their heads, Zhang Wei chuckled, "They once argued about which was the worst movie, The Tomb of Hell or Three Guns, and then they had a disagreement. They used countless ways from arm wrestling to guessing to resolve the differences. However, Yifei, my friend, won the battle, but Mr. Shen still had different opinions, and the two of them broke up peacefully."

"This guy is quite interesting. If I have the chance, I really want to meet him." Johnson smiled.

"Yes, but there are not many interesting rich people like this. When I opened the yizhuang before, I saw too many people who were greedy for wealth and were ruthless. They were even capable of robbing the graves left by others. But later, That rich man got into big trouble because of that incident." Lin Zhengying interjected.

Zhang Wei blinked his eyes, feeling a bit ashamed of what Director Lin said about this matter.

"Capital comes into this world with dirty blood flowing from head to toe." Connors said suddenly.

The scene suddenly became a bit weird, Zhang Wei quickly smoothed it over, "Let's change the topic, let me tell you, I have a friend who is a super chef in Japan, but he is also good at making hot pot. Unfortunately, I don't remember his recipe. Otherwise I will definitely tell you."

Johnson smiled. He didn't care about the sting in Connors's words. During that time, the digestion speed of the potion was obviously accelerated. It seemed that Constantine just made some conjectures with Lin Zhengying and the others and didn't tell them anything. through.

"It's a pity, Zhang Wei, why don't you tell us a story about your past as a lawyer?" Johnson looked at Zhang Wei and said.

Zhang Wei was a little embarrassed, "Actually, my record as a lawyer is really not very good."

"The defense of the death penalty was lost, and the fine of two million was turned into a life sentence. In short, the record is quite shameful."

"It's a little strange over there. In Dad's impression, sentences are usually reduced but not increased." Dad was drinking coffee. He didn't eat much, and he was half full now.

"What you are talking about is dissatisfaction with the first-instance judgment. In the second instance, in most cases, the worst case scenario is to uphold the original judgment. That is to protect the legal rights of the defendant. Otherwise, the second instance can increase the sentence at will, which limits the defendant's willingness to continue to appeal. "

Zhang Wei said with a strange expression, "Actually, I think I have some luck problems. My clients all have some problems. They inexplicably exposed more criminal facts, and one time they almost got me in jail."

"But I did win once. I was a legal aid company. I helped Master Qi get his house back. It was not easy. Thinking about it at the time, it was a bit ridiculous. I won the lawsuit for oversleeping in court."

"At that time, it was really good. Although I was a little poor, everything was fine."

As he spoke, Zhang Wei sighed, no matter how poor he was, it would be better than living in this hellish place.

Seeing this, Johnson took out the list and handed it directly to his father sitting next to him.

Dad took it and glanced at it briefly, then looked at Johnson in surprise, so sincere?

Not only did the paper contain information about several other character cards that Johnson knew, but Johnson also wrote down the identity he currently uses in Barcelona.

After half a circle, Lin Zhengying and the others looked at it, and the scene was a bit strange.

Johnson sighed inwardly. Sure enough, the effect of the performance was obviously much worse. The effects that ordinary people can provide are still much worse than those of Lin Zhengying and others.

"What are you looking at?" Zhang Wei was a little curious.

The order fell into Zhang Wei's hands, and he just glanced at the beginning before his chopsticks fell to the table with a clatter.

Lu Ziqiao... Lu Xiaobu... I haven't seen this name in a long time.

Zhang Wei's mood fluctuated greatly in a short period of time, but he quickly suppressed it. After staying in the Hell Apartment for so long, Zhang Wei also practiced it.

"Barcelona...um...what does this mean?" Zhang Wei didn't know what to call Johnson for a while. After all, the identity of Barcelona Chang should be fake.

"All the character card information I know is here. The zombie character card that fell that day should be Ren Cai." Johnson continued to sandwich the meat.

"The founder of Renjia Town, Mr. Ren's grandfather, is really... unpredictable in the world. I didn't expect to see his name here." Lin Zhengying shook his head. The person he just mentioned who robbed people of the cemetery suffered retribution in the end. It's the Ren family.

Dad silently touched the charm on his wrist. After seeing the list, he also recalled who Barsa Chang was. He was indeed a rich man. He had seen him on TV many times, and he also came to his store. Bought antiques.

"I know Johnson, we are a superhero over there, but... he should not be dead... even if he is dead, he will not die in this world..." Connors said a little uncertainly.

"Chen Yongren's identity is stuck with me." Connor Tanding added.

Seeing that no one was trying to poke Johnson's identity, Zhang Wei also reacted, "Lu Ziqiao, my friend, Lu Xiaobu is a pseudonym for him. He always said that he was Lu Bu during the Three Kingdoms. Unexpectedly, it came true."

"The question now is who holds the identity of Ren Cai, and how to deal with him. Having a character card is equivalent to having an extra life." Constantine said.

"Leave Ren Cai's problem to me. Maoshan has some connections with the Ghost Exorcist Ma family. I will send him to the afterlife." Lin Zhengying said very seriously.

Lin Zhengying has always had a jealous temper. What's more, fighting zombies has always been his duty, and now it is even more obligatory.

"I will find out who is holding that card. When the time comes, may hell accept this sinful soul." Constantine said immediately.

"As for other roles, Lu Ziqiao will be left to Dad." Dad pushed up his glasses and said with a smile.

Invincible in a duel, you can be invincible no matter what, I won't die anyway.

"Take me with you, maybe I can instigate him to rebel. Zi Qiao is very loyal." Zhang Wei said next to him.

Connors turned the chopsticks in his hand. According to this situation, Johnson should have been handed to him, but he was not familiar with Johnson at all. The soothsayer... can predict the future, how can he fight?

"If Johnson's character appears, I will handle it. I still have some confidence in dealing with the fortune teller." Johnson said, genuine ones beat pirated ones, and Li Kui beat Li Gui, so he should have some advantages.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Johnson found that a portion of the potion in his body had been digested all at once, and he was a little surprised. What point had he encountered? Haven't you already been exposed? How come the progress has jumped up a bit?

Next to him, Constantine was guessing Johnson's identity in his mind. Does he have any experience in dealing with Johnson? Someone from the Church of the Secret Prayer? Is he the target?

That's not right, the Secret Prayer Church is basically full of lunatics, and he doesn't look like that, and his looks are not good enough to meet the Secret Prayer's recruitment standards.

"Wait, I have a question, how do we find Ren Cai?" Zhang Wei raised his hand and asked.

"I can collect some information through my little brother. As long as he is in this city, he can't hide from my eyes and ears." Johnson continued to maintain his usual personality in Barcelona.

The current situation is a bit strange. Everyone knows that Johnson is not a Barcelona regular, but no one knows who Johnson is.

No one took the initiative to ask about this matter. After all, the sincerity shown by Johnson was enough. Since you want to cooperate, don't try to reveal people's secrets. No one present has a secret that no one knows.

"I plan to go undercover and go undercover. They are everywhere and should be able to help us get the upper hand." Constantine said that the effect of Chen Yongren's character "Ghost Talk" is still very strong.

"Okay, let's keep this matter in this room today. It's enough for them to protect themselves. It's up to us to take care of these things." What Lin Zhengying said was referring to the other residents in the apartment.

"I have no objection. The director of my orphanage once said that if you are poor, you can take care of yourself, and if you are successful, you can help the world. No matter how you say it, I can't be considered "poor". "Zhang Wei said immediately.