[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

Should I follow her orders and send her home?

Matthew asked Los Angeles City Will.

[You have been approved by the Morning Star Bar, and you can enter even without Lisa's company. 】

The voice of the city's will rang in Matthew's ears.

Matthew heaved a sigh of relief, helped Lisa, who was highly nervous, and walked towards the exit of the bar.

When passing by the demon Crowley, he was patted twice on the shoulder by Crowley.

"what's up?"

"Just to remind you, drunk driving is prone to accidents."

After speaking, Crowley joined the dancing crowd.

Matthew felt that there was something in his words, and decided to ask the driver to take them back to Lisa's villa.

……

The car was driving smoothly in Los Angeles late at night.

Lisa sat next to Matthew, her pretty face covered with tears.

She leaned her head on Matthew's shoulder, crying: "He rejected me! Lucifer rejected me! What should I do now! What should I do!"

"Lisa, you are so successful and perfect, there is no need to feel sad because of a man's rejection."

In order to set out the conversation between Lisa and Lucifer Morningstar, Matthew tried his best to play the role of male girlfriend.

"You don't understand! You don't understand! Between me and Lucifer...I didn't find him for feelings...I didn't...I did it for—"

Speaking of this, Lisa suddenly stopped, raised her head, and said to Matthew: "Get out of the car immediately!"

"Miss Lisa—"

"I don't want to see you right now."

Lisa gave Matthew a cold face.

Matthew: ...

[I also think you should get off the car immediately. 】

The voice of Los Angeles city will sounded in Matthew's ears.

So, Matthew turned his head, his face full of grievance and regret: "Miss Lisa, I'm sorry for making you dissatisfied with me..."

"Get out of here immediately!"

Lisa didn't listen to Matthew's explanation.

Matthew got out of the car and waved to the angry Lisa.

Lisa kept urging the driver to leave quickly.

The car started up again and disappeared into the wet night.

Matthew wanted to take a taxi back to his residence, but he couldn't stand the Los Angeles city will keep nagging in his ears, so he walked into the convenience store near the gas station, stood under the surveillance camera, and chatted with the boring clerk late at night for half an hour. Walking out of the convenience store with a pack of popcorn and a pack of cigarettes.

At this time, several hippie-style youths with colorfully dyed hair were wandering around the gas station. When they saw Matthew in a suit and leather shoes walking out of the convenience store with popcorn, they all whistled at him and made humiliating gestures.

Matthew ignored them, walked to the side of the road, hailed a taxi, and was about to leave——

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The bullets roared.

Free America, shooting every day.

Former Gotham citizen Matthew said to himself, got into the car, and calmly said to the driver, "Drive!"

"they are--"

"I don't know them."

"All right……"

The driver stepped on the accelerator and sped away.

Behind him, there were sparse gunshots.

The driver slammed the steering wheel and asked, "Sir, you and them—"

"I really don't know them..." Matthew said innocently, "I was attacked by them when I walked out of the convenience store."

"Then you are indeed unlucky today."

Speaking without any emotional ups and downs, the driver raised a gun with a silencer installed in his backhand and pointed it at Matthew's head: "Good night!"

Matthew: Another hour passed.

Matthew returns to Lisa's mansion in Beverly Hills and is cordoned off.

"What's going on?" Matthew asked the policeman, "I'm Miss Lisa's..."

"Who are you to her?"

The police patrolling near the cordon asked Matthew sternly.

Matthew: "Life assistant, I just joined the job today."

"You're unlucky to be fired forever on your first day."

Accompanied by the teasing of the police, two corpses covered with white cloth were transported out of the mansion, and one of them was Lisa who drove Matthew out of the car an hour and a half ago.

Matthew: "This..."

"She died..." the police said. "Surveillance showed that a group of high-drug bastards broke into her villa and beat her and the housekeeper to death with ball sticks."

"But--"

Matthew inexplicably felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

Seeing him falling silent, the policeman thought he was still in shock of being fired on the first day of employment, so he patted him on the shoulder casually and asked him to go back to the police station for questioning.

"Wait! Didn't you already confirm that the people who killed Miss Lisa and the butler were a group of bastards who were high on drugs?"

"It's just a process."

The policewoman came over and gave Matthew a cup of coffee with a smile: "Privilege for handsome guys."

Matthew: ...

[Promise her. 】

The city of Los Angeles will speak out.

Matthew nodded, accepted the policewoman's coffee, and sat in the back seat of the police car, accompanied by a tall and strong black policeman: "Don't worry, we are just doing routine business."

Matthew: "..."

He decided not to speak to anyone in the police car until it arrived at the LAPD!

……

Lucifer? Morningstar is not a punctual person, but people in Los Angeles are never surprised by his lateness.

Whenever he appeared in front of him, people would always forget the anxiety and irritability of waiting, watch him excitedly, and breathe the air with his presence.

"Lucifer...how come you also come to the police station?"

The sheriff walked out of the office and greeted Lucifer in a casual suit in person.

"I received the unfortunate news that Lisa was killed by a group of bastards..." Lucifer said, "She was a good friend of mine and a regular at the bar. In fact, just two hours before the tragedy happened, she Chat with me at my bar about plans for the future."

"Oh! How unfortunate that is!"

The sheriff comforted Lucifer, and introduced Matthew, who was being questioned behind the transparent wall of the detention room, to him: "This guy's name is Matthew Fast Constantine, Miss Lisa's life assistant. He had an alibi when Lisa had an accident at work one day, but I think there was some connection between him and Miss Lisa's misfortune."

"Why do you think so?"

"According to his confession, he followed Lisa out of your Morning Star Bar an hour and a half before the incident, and then on the way back to Beverly Hills, he said something wrong and annoyed Miss Lisa and was kicked out of the car, so he walked to the nearby I bought a pack of popcorn and a pack of cigarettes at the convenience store of my gas station, and chatted with the clerk for half an hour.

After walking out of the convenience store, he inadvertently offended the little ruffian who was wandering around the gas station, got into a conflict, and fled to a taxi in an emergency. Halfway through the escape, the driver suffered a heart attack. He took the steering wheel and sent him to the hospital, and then went back to Bi Foley Hills..."

"He's had a terrible night!"

Lucifer? Morningstar came to a conclusion.

Sheriff: "I sent people to visit the places he mentioned, and the results of the investigation basically matched his statement. He did chat with the convenience store staff for about half an hour at the convenience store at the gas station. He said the wrong thing and was shot and threatened by a few bastards wandering around the gas station. The taxi driver who had a heart attack he took to the hospital is now dead."

"Then why—"

"I don't believe anyone could have been this unlucky in just two hours," the sheriff said, "unless it was planned."

"You suspect..."

"I suspect he is an insider."

"But maybe he's just so unlucky today? Or—"

Lucifer Chen Xing lowered his voice, and leisurely spit out three words: "Just so lucky (just soluck)."

Sheriff: "..."

"In any case, there is currently no evidence that Lisa's misfortune has something to do with him..." Lucifer said, "I think you should let him go back to rest as soon as possible, Sheriff."

"perhaps……"

The sheriff frowned, thought for a few minutes, and changed his words: "You are right, we should indeed let him go, but—"

"what?"

"I hope you can take charge of monitoring him for the time being..." the sheriff said, "My intuition tells me that Lisa's death is not that simple."

Having said that, he paused: "Lucifer, you won't mind my arrangement, will you?"

"Of course, I don't mind."

Because all this is my arrangement.

Lucifer showed a bright smile. Accompanied by the sheriff, he walked into the detention room, and said to Matthew, who was as pale as a fresh corpse in the morgue, who had been in misfortune and questioning all night: "Hello, I am Lucifer? Morning Star, Lisa's good friend, the owner of the Morning Star Bar, and - a part-time consultant for the Los Angeles Police Department."

"Lucifer? Morning Star?"

Matthew raised his head, muttering and repeating Lucifer's name.