After buying the earth [Comprehensive British and American]

"Hey what are you doing!! Kid! Hey——!"

Just as Hilda was about to turn a corner, she heard a familiar voice. She thought for a while, and almost bumped into the oncoming boy at the corner.The boy clutched at the stolen wallet and shouted angrily at Hilda who was calmly eating the cone: "Get out!"

So Hilda turned sideways and let him run past her.However, in the next second, she remembered who this familiar voice belonged to, so she stretched out her right hand to grab the back collar of the unlucky boy, and gently pulled it back.The waifs in Gotham are always experienced: he staggered two steps and wanted to break free immediately, but he didn't expect the man in front of him to behave violently, slashing his neck with a hand knife.So he looked back at Hilda unwillingly, and then he fell to the ground and passed out.

Still holding the unfinished cone in her left hand, she licked it slowly, then bent down and took out the wallet that did not belong to the boy, and threw it at the blond man who was hurriedly chasing him from the alley. She thanked: "Thanks - it's you?!"

Hilda was not surprised, and waved to the band who had just met not long ago: "Hi."

The lead singer glanced at her tangled, then at the boy lying on the ground: "Should we send him to the hospital?"

"No need." Hilda shook her head, "It will be fine in a while, I don't use much strength."

"Outsiders don't take the sidewalks in Gotham," she said. "This is the default rule."

"Did you come here just to tell us this?" the lead singer asked a little moved.

"No," Hilda said very bluntly, "it just happened to meet."

Band members: "..."

"Then, I'm leaving." Hilda waved her hand and stepped over a puddle, "Goodbye."

"Oh, that's right—" As if remembering something, she turned her head, raised the corners of her lips, and gestured to them to shoot,

"—Welcome to Gotham"

"Singing?" Martina looked puzzled, "...I didn't know you had studied music before?"

"I haven't studied music," said Hilda rightly, "I only know how to sing."

"What about the accompaniment?"

"I have a cell phone."

Martina was silent for a while, then said perfunctory "Wow": "...that sounds great."

Hilda observed her hesitantly: "Is this irony?"

"..." Martina shrugged, "if you think it is."

"I want to hear your opinion." Hilda held her cheek, "Professional opinion."

"Singing on the street may make money," Martina took a sip of water, "but it must be unique and attractive. Others play and sing by themselves. What's so special about using the original acoustic accompaniment?... Seriously speaking, I'd rather It’s more recommended that you go to a bar to apply for a job – choose this instead of street performance.”

"After all, the bar has professional accompanists..." She frowned, lost in thought, "But there are also problems with this choice. You are not a professional music student, so why do those bosses choose you instead of an experienced professional musician?"

"Because my fists are harder than professional musicians?" Hilda tossed the apple boredly.

Martina: "...Are you serious?" Not to mention, if it is done properly, this reason might really work.

Hilda waved her hand discouraged: "No, I was joking."

"Then the problem comes back." Martina took the apple that fell in her palm, "You have to find your own unique way of performing, otherwise how can you easily distinguish it from others?"

——Her characteristic?Hilda couldn't help but fell into deep thought.Isn't her characteristic... cheating money?

"...'Music Genius $5 karaoke station, learning and singing,'" the man wearing a black jacket with a large lapel and black sunglasses was caught by the dazzling red English and drawn dollars on the white sign, and turned back. In two steps, half took off his sunglasses, stopped and said slowly, "'—I can't give you a hundred dollars', seriously?" He pushed up the sunglasses, squinted his eyes and stared at the girl in front of him who was concentrating on fiddling with the phone .

- That's right!This is the characteristic that Hilda came up with, charging for ordering songs, and using the psychology of hunting novelties to earn some extra money. At first glance, it is completely different from the serious street singing group that earns tips for their wonderful performances. ...Although I don't know why, Hilda always feels that this characteristic seems to make her slightly deviate from her pure musical dream.

The "music genius" with a ponytail glanced at him: "Well, it's true."

The man dressed like a rock star of the last century touched his chin thoughtfully, then snapped his fingers at his blond companion who had already walked a long way: "Hi! Aziraphale, come back!"

His companion in champagne waistcoat and beige blazer, in contrasting austere fashion, Aziraphale, had to turn back briskly, somewhat disgruntled: "What the hell have you... oh what is this?  … $100?" He exaggeratedly widened his eyes, glanced at Crowley, and covered his mouth under the other's nod, "...So, our problem can be solved?"

Hilda watched in bewilderment as the two played charades.

Crowley in black cleared his throat and smiled at her: "...So, if I order a song you can't sing, you will give me $100?" He seemed to think of something, hooked The corners of her lips curled up, "No matter what song?"

"No matter what song." Hilda put down her phone, and looked at the two people who were out of tune with the pedestrians around her with interest, "I mean what I say."

"Oh, little girl," he said with a snake-like smile, "I don't care if your words count, because no one can count on me."

"Ahem!" Aziraphale bumped into his demon friend, trying to be as friendly as possible to the girl, "My friend was joking... we just want to make sure, any song will do? I think you'd be better off Make a limit...for example..." He made a gesture indiscriminately, "Earth songs or something."

"The songs I know are Earth songs," said Crowley quietly, "and ancient."

"..." Aziraphale suddenly realized something, he turned his head and stared at his friend, "You don't want to sing those songs, do you?!"

"..." Crowley stared back at his friend in silence.

Aziraphale pushed him, unable to understand the madness of his demon friend: "...you're crazy! She's just an innocent and weak human girl!" He pointed at Hilda.

I never expected to meet a psychopath on the first day of opening, an innocent and weak human girl looking expressionlessly at the two black and white men flirting.

"I don't have any illegal rules." The evil red-haired man spread his hands, "Come on, you know I'm an evil...bad guy."

"That won't work." Aziraphale, being a kind angel after all, immediately rejected the suggestion—although they really needed the hundred dollars very much at the moment.That's right, Aziraphale and Crowley belong to heaven and hell. Although they are opposite angels and demons, they are a pair of friends who have a thousand-year friendship.

"Oh, come on, Aziraphale, if it weren't for estimating your work ethic as a... I would have made a hundred dollars, and now I can make a hundred dollars without violating the rules of the world, I think What's the problem if it doesn't make sense." Crowley rolled his eyes and said, "I know what you're worried about, but don't worry - mortals can't repeat those songs... Hey girl, this song I want It's not something you can just search on your phone, I'll just repeat it to you."

Hilda: "Sir, please pause for a moment. You need to pay $5 first to order a song. Thank you."

The devil twitched the corner of his mouth and waved his hand impatiently: "Then owe it first, and after I win, you can only give me $95."

"..." She finally felt a little funny at this moment, "But, have you ever thought about what to do if I learn it?"

"Huh? That's impossible." Crowley shook his head, his red hair swaying. He seemed to find Hilda's words very interesting, "That's impossible.... If you can really repeat, even repeat one sentence , not to mention $5, I’ll give you a wish. No matter what the wish is, I will help you realize it, how about it?”

"A wish?" She was amused, and she was even more curious about the song she couldn't learn, so she simply nodded, "Okay, you can sing."

Crowley snapped his fingers, and the world was silent for a moment, all irrelevant people were automatically separated, only Aziraphale watched the two nervously.So he sang the simple demon song slowly—it was not so much a song as a whisper of a demon, hissing like a snake, and the whole song was filled with some kind of indescribable horror, Make human beings creepy.

Humans can't handle an entire song.The demon knew this very well, so he sang a few words and then stopped. The moment he stopped, everything around him returned to normal.He stared at Hilda through the sunglasses with those dark golden snake-like pupils, and raised the corners of his lips triumphantly: "How?"

Hilda crossed her arms, thought for a while, smiled slowly at him, and then effortlessly sang the beginning of the song he just sang: "%￥%——" The strange voice sounded from her mouth In an instant, the expressions of Crowley and Aziraphale changed drastically at the same time.Crowley rushed forward and covered her mouth with a shocked expression: "Stop singing!...it's impossible!" He slowly withdrew his hand and stared at her, not understanding how this could happen.

Aziraphale stared at Hilda in disbelief: "...that's the devil language... are you a devil?"

Hilda: "?"

Crowley: "No, that's impossible. She doesn't smell of hell. She's human."

"How is it possible for humans to speak Demonic Language?" Aziraphale argued. "What if she is a demon cub born on Earth?"

"I don't understand what you are talking about." She held her face and stretched out her other hand, "It doesn't matter if you are a devil or an angel, right now, all I know is that you two should pay me back $5."

Two people: "..."

There was an awkward silence.

"I can't take it anymore—shouldn't obey the rules of angels!" Crowley suddenly took off his sunglasses annoyedly, revealing those non-human eyes with vertical pupils, met Hilda's eyes, and then slapped Snap your fingers, "Now, girl, forget about everything just now, you have lost this boring song bet, you can give me $100."

"Crowley! You can't disobey the rules!" Aziraphale raged, "You're cheating now!"

"Come on, Aziraphale, deception is the devil's rule." Crowley said perfunctorily, still staring at Hilda, "Good girl, hurry up, I swear I will pay you back when this is over." More dollars."

Hilda looked at him, silently raised her hand——

— slamming Crowley's head to the ground.

"Want to steal my money? Huh?" Hilda smiled bluntly, and took a step forward to elbow heavily. Crowley's entire demon knelt on the ground, and his body hit the stone slab, making a loud "bang" .Aziraphale opened his mouth wide: "...Oh my God! Crowley!" He hurriedly wanted to rush up to help, but as an ordinary angel, he didn't light up his combat skills at all, and he was afraid of accidental injury, so he could only surround the two People circled around, "Don't fight, don't fight—why can't everyone be more peaceful and gentle?"

Soon he lost his chance to help—the beggars not far away were led by Bob to scatter, and knocked down the platinum-blond angel to the ground.Fortunately, at this time, there were no pedestrians on the street, and three or two happened to pass by, and out of the Gotham folk custom, they just glanced at it and walked away quickly in fear.

"God! Can't we just sit down and have a quiet chat!" He couldn't help complaining, "What you're doing right now is really... demonic!"

Seeing that the other tramps had helped to hold Aziraphale down, Bob stretched out his hand and graciously held Crowley down for Hilda: "Boss, let me—ah!" A force lifted him Flipping on the ground, his pupils shrank slightly, and he looked at Hilda: "Boss, this man is really a bit evil! He must be a mutant!"

Hilda was silent for a while, and glanced at Crowley with a delicate expression: "...A devil, is it a mutant?"

"What?" Bob didn't hear clearly.

"Of course not." Crowley said coolly, with a bit of annoyed tone, "Can you stop pressing my head? Anyway, I'm also a regular devil, and you really embarrass me by doing this. And I didn't mean it I didn’t pay back the money, I said it was just a temporary loan.” While talking, he didn’t forget to turn his head to look at Aziraphale, and when he saw that he was injured, he glanced at the homeless people around him, “Hey, treat him well One, or I can only pray that none of you are Christians."

Hilda: "..."

"This guy is too arrogant," Bob said, leaning closer to Hilda, and whispered, "Looking at their outfits, it doesn't look like they have no money at all—boss, I think we might as well just search , It’s really not possible, if you take off their clothes and sell them on the black market, you can always make up $5, what do you think?”

Crowley looked at Bob expressionlessly: "...I remember you. I curse you to disconnect immediately."

Hilda was lost in thought, and had to say that this idea was indeed more to her liking.Trust these two non-humans?No, even if she doesn't know much about the story of angels and demons, she has drawn some conclusions from the performance of these two people just now: for example, demons often deceive people and cannot be trusted; another example, angels and demons are opposites—then, The credibility of this angel who mingled with demons can also be questioned.Thinking of this, her originally fragile moral boundaries seemed to be crumbling, ready to slide at any time.

Hilda raised her face and glanced around: "...First of all, don't call me the boss. I'm a decent citizen, not a gangster....Secondly, for teaching these two people a lesson and reasonably charging me what I deserve. One thing, it's a really good idea, I think of course—"

"Hilda?" A suspicious male voice sounded from not far away, and at some point, a black limited edition supercar stopped by the side of the road.The billionaire in a suit stood a few meters away, looking at this side with dark blue eyes, as if he didn't understand why so many beggars gathered together.

Hilda was suddenly shocked: "——Impossible!"