[Comprehensive] Daily life of dark creatures

The members of the Adams family came to Hell. It was a wild game of fun, and Safi didn’t care about them. Anyway, at most they would do some pranks. In Hell, as long as they are strong enough, fighting and killing are allowed, even though they are in name. The Yatengu are managing the law and order, but in fact it is not peaceful inside.

The crow tengus are at most the area that manages the daily life of the ghost clan, and the most expansive place in hell is the execution place for punishing ghosts. There are two adopted daughters of ghost lamps, Zashiki Doji, and members of Adam's family can go in and out of the execution place to watch the execution of ghosts. punishments, and if they wanted to, they could join the jailers in inflicting punishment on ghosts.

Dead bodies, skeletons, pools of blood, gnawed by thousands of insects, whipped, climbed the mountain of needles, descended into the oil pot, peeled and cut out the heart... This is the hell that most people fear like a tiger, but in the eyes of the Adams family. It is the most beautiful heaven, but in just one day, Safi was a little worried about whether they would go home honestly after the ceremony, or even move to hell.

Although Safi was a little worried, he didn't have time to worry about it. After coming to Hell in Japan, apart from having fun and attending the banquet on the first night, Safi fell into a weird busy state afterwards.

The reason why Safi fell into a busy working state is also because of the serial murders in this world. Safi's attitude of not showing up, not participating, and not asking questions seems to have further angered the instigators behind the serial murders. They concocted another A new major case directly doubled the death toll. Now that all countries in the world have issued a blockade order, no one dares to expose this incident to disturb public order. However, those ghosts who have arrived in hell are crying bitterly, and even the murderer is unknown. Can't tell.

He personally went back to Western Hell, took a group of poor and boring monsters to interrogate hundreds of ghosts one by one, and only managed to piece together the appearance of a few serial killers. Or seeing photos or the like, otherwise it would be impossible to prove who the murderer was, let alone the manipulator behind the scenes.

Safi got so many ghosts at one time, and there seemed to be an endless stream of new goods after that. Naturally, other demon gods were greedy, but in view of Safi's demonstrated strength, they could only honestly come up with resources. In exchange, Safi didn't bother to pay attention to these things, and simply handed them over to the demons under his command. Naturally, Safi also read the information obtained by the demons' torture.

These situations did not exceed Safi's expectations. After he saw that the forces behind the scenes dared to make things so big, he guessed that the forces behind the scenes must have the support of non-human beings, and perhaps the support of a certain force in Western Hell. Maybe, although Safi is powerful, his basic prestige is not enough. Generally speaking, he is too young.

But Safi didn't want to be in the Western Hell circle. He just liked the chaotic management model of the Western Hell, and he just wanted to get a position.Originally, now that his godhead has been preliminarily constructed, it is not a big deal to give up this position, but he also spent a price to obtain this position from Liber, so he should give it away for no reason?hehe.

Safi not only won't give it away, but also wants to get more things back, which is why he supports Voldemort.It was also a coincidence that Voldemort once fell into hell after his death, and happened to meet Safi who had just entered hell at that time. Safi wanted to take Voldemort under his command and become his demon subordinate in hell, but Safi observed that Voldemort After his soul and life experience, he had another idea, which was to send Voldemort's soul back to the past for rebirth.

Safi put the soul agreement on the table, and given Voldemort's situation at the time, he was willing to agree to almost anything, not to mention that Safi did not intend to enslave him, but to vigorously support Voldemort and push him to the position of the Seven Lords of Hell. How could Voldemort refuse?Even Lilith, who accidentally discovered the deal between Saffy and Voldemort, couldn't help being moved, and wanted to push her husband to a higher position so that she could get more.

In Western Hell, rebellion can be seen everywhere, happening all the time, no one will care about these trivial things, loyalty is ridiculous here, only profit is eternal, so Safi doesn't mind Lilith joining Come in, he even allowed Lilith and Voldemort to develop their power secretly. The more numbers on their side, the better for Safie.

Safi's nominal boss, Liber, represents laziness among the seven deadly sins, and he usually doesn't care about things, but this incident also surprised him a bit. After all, hell hasn't had such a big income for many years. Most people basically died of natural causes. The ghosts of natural deaths have no grievances, only the ghosts of untimely deaths.

Safi doesn't mind giving some ghosts to Liber, anyway, he didn't put all his strength to kill people, it's just because the ghosts died indirectly because of him, so they all went to hell. You have to go to hell, and the conditions for going to heaven are very harsh.

With a flick of his hand, Safi threw half of the ghosts to Libel, asking him to continue to turn a blind eye. As for the remaining demon gods who came to the door, Safi only planned to see Lilith and her husband Bessie. Bu, see what Satan has to say.

The rest is to contact Sherlock, Hannibal and the others. Safi’s whole family is now in the hell of Japan, and the forces of this world can’t pinpoint Safi’s weakness at all, and even if there are forces in the hell of the West that really participate in the calculation of Safi They can't go to the Japanese hell to catch the Adams family.

After all, the ghost lamp here is not for show. With him here, Safi just let go of his family. If the Adams family didn't like hell too much, it would be okay for him to send them to Bai Ze. The appearance, but its own strength is steadily surpassing the Seven Lords of Hell in the West.

Although Satan usually looks like an otaku, he not only loves games and maid outfits, but even makes them by himself, but apart from genuine idiots, who would really believe that this one of the Seven Lords of Hell is a bullying idiot? ?From another point of view, if Satan is weak, can the face of the other six hell lords be kept?

Therefore, Safi did not underestimate one of the kings of hell. Safi has repeatedly weighed the calculations against Satan. In order to increase the size of Voldemort, he also paid a demon heart brought from Orcosa. , although the original owner of the demon heart is just an ordinary class in the demon world, the gap between the demon king of the high-level plane and the demon king of the middle plane is not far away, and it is clearly within reach.

Although Safi's strength has not fully recovered now, his vision, judgment, and knowledge are still there. He has judged the strength of the Seven Lords of Hell from Libel, which is equivalent to Orcosa's Demon Guard, who is even higher than the Demon Guard. There are demon generals, devil kings and devil emperors, and more importantly, devil ancestors, ha ha.

As long as Voldemort is given time to evolve, it is not difficult to reach Satan's level, but now it seems that what Safie lacks most is time.

Safi murmured while thinking. "Do you want to open up a different space to create a blood pool? This is the fastest way to increase your strength. As for the future troubles, you can just make up for it later...Huh? Why should I be in such a hurry?"

Safi's complexion suddenly changed, from casual to serious, he suddenly realized one thing, before he came to this new plane, he decided to focus on eating, drinking and having fun, but for some reason he has gradually changed in the past ten years thought.

"Speaking of which, in the past ten years, I have met many special people. Is it just a coincidence?" Safi suddenly realized this problem. He has been in this plane for 43 years. Breaking into hell and obtaining the qualification of a demon god is a peaceful passage.

But in the past ten years or so, he has gradually met many special talents. These talents are all powerful in the world. In addition to humans, there are also some gods, monsters, demons, and mixed races. , as if everyone had made an appointment, and they all jumped out, as if to make up for the emptiness and boredom of the previous 30 years.

And it was only after getting to know these people that he began to have the idea of ​​changing the future of this plane. Until the past year, this idea has become more and more urgent. In the dark, it seems that there is something constantly urging him to speed up. .

It was as if something terrifying was about to catch up, so he felt that time was running out, but Safi couldn't tell what it was, he just felt that he had to change this too comfortable plane as soon as possible.

"Premonition?" Safi remembered the word again, he murmured, and the shadow in his heart spread out again.This word evoked more associations in him, as well as a sense of familiarity that he planned to bury deeply, which was the oppressive feeling from the battlefield before the battle.

Safi sighed. If he hadn't made a mistake in his prediction, it might be that the world consciousness of this plane was secretly warning him that some powerful existence had noticed the existence of this plane.

"Shouldn't it be so dark, I just recovered less than two-thirds of it, although it is more special than the past two-thirds, after all, it is considered a low-level god...but it is far from the full recovery of the heyday The strength of my own... Do I go to use the blood pool by myself? I am not without fetishes to increase my strength quickly, but do I really want to do this..." Safi rubbed her chin and sank deeper In thoughts.

"Now that the situation has become so bad, isn't that Adams going to show up?"

"What's the use of him showing up? Or do you want Adams to compromise with criminals? Or are we going to throw in the towel to those bastards?"

"He has been targeted like this. There must be a reason, right? He didn't stand up and explain to the police at all, he just walked away, and then let so many people die for him? Who knows if he has a guilty conscience? Even if he If Ken provides some clues, we won’t be so passive anymore!”

"The murder of a serial murderer is not the victim's fault, nor the fault of the person implicated. If Mr. Adams comes, can you guarantee his safety? I can't guarantee it! The real murderer behind these cases is already an international terrorist Molecules, we have to get the military and the Secret Service involved."

"After 911/[-], the United States can no longer afford a second terrorist attack, and neither can the people! That will cause even greater panic!"

"But now the people are already being attacked! They have no scruples in attacking now, and if they don't make up their minds, the United States will simply hold an early general election!"

Seeing Watson running around in a hurry and keeping an eye on the progress in the meeting room, Sherlock curled his lips. The case itself is not complicated. The hard part is how to find the few serial murderers who have already been killed softly in the vast crowd. Come out, but compared to this, Sherlock wants to know how many manipulators there are behind the scenes.

"How long do you think they will have to act?" Sherlock turned his gaze back to Hannibal, who was admiring the newly released photos.

"Long performance time does not mean dedication, and dedication does not mean excellence, but I think that only actors who perform perfectly are suitable for the stage." Hannibal replied speciously, and he did not care about the poor performance in the conference room. What he wants to do most now is to compete with those serial murderers who have perfectly demonstrated their artistic achievements.

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bit of cold sharpness like a leopard. "Didn't you put your masterpiece in there? Isn't that enough?"

Hannibal raised his head and looked at Sherlock with a smile. He was not surprised at all that the famous consulting detective could see that he was imitating the crime. There were 30 people in total, all of whom were subordinates sent by the forces behind the scenes. It was his The challenge letter sent out. "Perfect cooking requires perfect ingredients. If you can capture perfect ingredients by yourself, the chef's skills will also be improved. That is the path I have been pursuing."

Sherlock withdrew his gaze, and fell out of the window again. Pieces of snow-white cloth were fluttering. They were fig leafs covering corpses one after another. They were victims of the upper-level game. How many people present could have imagined that until now, death Most of the people are chess pieces selected and discarded by the upper class.

Politicians play games with human lives, but in the name of serial murderers.

Sherlock never thought of himself as a good person, he just stood on this side temporarily, so...

"Stop killing with killing, I'm waiting to watch your perfect performance."