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Chapter 485

"You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time (Cryin' all the time)
You ain't nothin' but a hound dog
Cryin' all the time (Cryin' all the time)
Well, you ain't never caught a rabbit . (Oh, you ain't never caught a rabbit)
And you ain't no friend of mine
......"

Clutching his injured arm, he approached the bar.

The noise and laughter that are familiar to the 'guests' in the bar came to us.

The air is filled with a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol. Under the dim light, a familiar jazz tune from the last century swayed and reverberated in the bar.

Infected by the joyful and interesting music, even Amanda couldn't help shaking her head until the sharp pain from the wound on her shoulder made her recover from the music and remember The purpose of my trip.

The loud laughter in the bar was still in the ear, but Amanda's eyes had already withdrawn from the cheerful scene in the hall.

It seems that no matter what she enters the bar, the 'guests' in the hall will always look like this cheerful.

Obviously, Washington, which is separated by a wall from the bar, has fallen into dead silence.

But the people in the bar didn't seem to notice it. They collided wine glasses in the hall and made a lot of noise, as if they were participating in a never-ending carnival, and they were too drunk to wake up.

Amanda had no desire to delve into the secrets of the bar's 'guests'.

After all, she hadn't forgotten that the owner of the bar belonged to a real Solomon 72 Demon God in history.

Clutching her aching arm, Amanda looked down at her attire. The exaggerated shoulder-padded shirt was paired with a miniskirt and thermal pants, as well as the bright eyeshadow on her face, and the thick steel wire hair on her head. She wore huge earrings, but this retro dress couldn't cover up her injuries.

"Guest, please follow me."

Suppressing the pain in her body, Amanda was about to walk to the bar.

A weak voice sounded, and when he turned his head, he saw a pale figure appear beside him.

"The boss has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

The wide uniform covered the thin body of the waiter. Standing beside Amanda, he raised his head and stared at her with a pair of dull eyes, and slowly raised his bony arms to signal.

Her eyes stayed on the waiter's pale face for a while, Amanda didn't say anything, she just nodded and covered her injured arm, followed her weak footsteps, and walked towards the bar.

"..."

Walking through the hall and into the box, the original noisy noise and music were cut off.

In the box, Amanda saw the Demon God sitting on the sofa in the box.

[Saigong] was still wearing a blood-red suit, holding a red wine glass in his hand and smiling at Amanda.

But the figure sitting opposite him surprised Amanda, and she couldn't help blurting out.

"Spike?!"

Hearing Amanda's surprised voice, Spike, who was sitting opposite the [Sai Gong], turned his head.

The slightly drooping blue eyes and Amanda's surprised gaze met for a moment, and the corners of his mouth were pulled to reveal a shallow smile, and he greeted casually.

"Long time no see, Amanda."

Seeing Spike's relaxed and laid-back appearance in front of her, Amanda froze for a few seconds in the box of the bar before speaking in a daze.

"I clearly remember, you are not..."

"It's not that I died under the curse of [Nibelung's Ring], I thought so too, and I'm ready."

For Spike, as long as he can complete the revenge of his wife and daughter, sacrificing his life and even his soul is not unacceptable.

"However, obviously there is an existence that doesn't want me to be freed so easily."

Following Spike's explanation, [Sai Gong] on the opposite side shook the wine glass in his hand, and the red liquid contained in the transparent goblet reflected dazzling ripples under the refraction of the light, and continued.

"I said, Spike, from the moment the contract is signed, your soul already belongs to me."

There is no doubt that the existence that makes Spike talk about is the [Sai Gong] in front of him.

"It's just that I didn't expect that besides the contract you signed with me, you actually found the existence of [Ring of the Nibelungen]."

When talking about [Ring of the Nibelungen], the expression on [Saigong]'s face obviously changed a bit.

Obviously, even for a demon god, [Ring of the Nibelungen] is not a simple existence.

"If it wasn't for the strong binding force of the contract, it also protected your soul to some extent, or you would have already been reduced to ashes under the revenge curse of [Nibelungen's Ring] gone."

The contract symbolizes the supreme power in Solomon's 72 pillars.

Even after the 72-pillar Demon God signed a contract with Solomon, he had to lend his power to Solomon according to the content.

Therefore, from the words of [Saigong], Amanda gradually understood the truth that Spike was able to 'survive'.

"It doesn't make any difference to me whether I die under the curse of vengeance in the [Ring of the Nibelung] or die in a contract."

Facing the reminder from [Sai Gong], Spike's expression was calm, or relaxed.

From beginning to end, his purpose is only revenge.

"What's more, if I don't go through all this, maybe I will never know the 'truth'."

"What exactly did you see?"

Spike's words made [Sai Gong]'s finger shaking the red wine glass pause slightly, and he stared at the face of the psychic and said.

"Trust me, you don't want to know the truth."

Shaking his head, rejecting the demon god's question, and moving the topic away from himself, Spike's eyes fell on Amanda in front of him.

"Compared to this, Amanda, your situation doesn't look too good."

[Saigong] The power in the bar distorted Amanda's attire, but it did not cover up her injuries. Looking at the scars on the detective's body, Spike's slightly drooping blue eyes flickered.

After seeing Father Merlin in the building at that time, Spike, who only wanted revenge, didn't care about other things.

And with his 'death', it is naturally no longer clear what happened in Washington outside the bar.

The time in the bar was fixed at a certain day in the past by [Sai Gong].

"Compared to what's happening at BSI headquarters or in Washington, I'm doing pretty well."

Hearing Spike's inquiry, Amanda seemed to have just realized her embarrassment, she said while clutching her still aching arm.

(End of this chapter)