[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

After Warlock returned to London, he investigated many cases of lightning contacting the human body. Many tragic stories told Warlock that people struck by lightning were injured or killed. Electric burnt hair may be the lightest injury.

In the past few years in the UK, he has seen many handsome and handsome people when he was young, and his hairline has become higher and higher as time goes by. After knowing that he has a quarter of British blood, he began to tense his hair, and now it looks like the hairline The thread is normal, but who knows if the power of Thor's lightning will damage his hair.

Crowley sat on the little couch shaking his legs, he didn't like books, he felt uncomfortable every time he came to Aziraphale's bookstore, especially when Aziraphale wasn't around and no one could distract him, Warlock It was too quiet.

"You don't need hair oil? Well, you look so obedient and not rebellious at all." Crowley looked at Warlock and said with a little regret.

Warlock looked at Crowley's punk hairstyle with envy.Crowley has never been in the risk of losing his hair. Since he knew the identity of the angel-devil duo, Crowley has never concealed it in front of him, and he will change his hairstyle almost every time he sees it.If ordinary human beings change their styles so frequently, their hair will be overwhelmed.

"I heard that you and His Royal Highness Cain went to study in the deep mountains and old forests. Did you find anything special there?"

"Father said that the tribal age living there guarded a sacred object. I didn't have the chance to see that sacred object, but I met two very interesting people." Warlock thought of Saul and Bruno, complex and joyful in his heart move.

Crowley regained his energy when he heard the relic, and then he lay back lazily when he heard it behind him.There is greed in the devil's nature, but this greed will not surpass reason.If the holy object is really a treasure, Cain will give it to Warlock, if not, it can only mean that it is not so precious or not suitable for dark species to contact.

Warlock watched helplessly as Crowley got up and glanced at the watch on the wall, then lay back down like a salted fish: "Old Master Crowley, will Mr. Aziraphale come back today?"

"I guess there is no hope. A month ago, there was news that God had woken up. Now all the angels are waiting for God to summon him in heaven. Unless God gives a new order or God falls into a deep sleep again, Yaz won't come back for a while."

Hell pays as much attention to heaven as heaven does to hell. After hearing the news from God, the upper echelons of hell immediately gathered for a meeting. Even Lucifer was visited by several higher echelons of hell one after another.The most direct consequence is that this time the review standard for demons in the world has been doubled.

The upper echelon of hell has always made it their primary goal to create trouble for heaven, and they never get tired of making trouble for heaven.God woke up this time, they must kill more people and go to hell to prove that people in heaven are idiots.

"You hang out with me tonight and experience the world as a member of hell."

Crowley said feebly, he can complete the task in a new way every time, the competitors dismissed his methods and had to hold their noses to admit that he lures the most people to hell every year.Even so, his target is not enough after the standard is raised this time, and urgent work is needed to complete the target.

"By the way, how is your literature homework going?"

Crowley's sudden change of topic made Warlock wary. Crowley had never cared about his academic performance since he was a child, and it was at the critical moment when Crowley was about to hand in the devil's work log in the world.

"My homework is done on time. The literature teacher hinted that my attendance is not enough, but the homework is good enough. I can give me an A at the end of the semester." After hesitating for a long time, Warlock answered the question honestly. His pride did not allow him to hide own strength.

Crowley gave himself a thumbs up in his heart. He has no talent in writing reports. Other demons will manipulate the seduced humans to write reports for them, and some have developed a group of believers in the world. Reports and the like Things don't need them to worry about.

Crowley never followed the same path as them, so he had to write nonsense himself.Later, he found a good way, that is to write the report here in Aziraphale, stay here in the name of borrowing books for reference, put down the written ghost after finishing writing, and leave.

Pay attention to write what you have done so that people can recognize it, and you can write it casually in other places. When you come back next time, you can get a work log with neat, detailed and appropriate handwriting.

Crowley didn't feel a headache about raising the assessment standard in hell this time. What really gave him a headache was that Aziraphale couldn't come back and no one would write his diary for him.Fortunately, Cain returned with Warlock, who must have inherited Aziraphale's literary talent as Aziraphale's student.

"You have never been in contact with hell demons before, and you don't know how dark creatures survive in the human world. These are valuable experiences that require you to study hard."

"I have a few records here, plus your insights tonight, write me a travelogue."

Crowley assigned tasks to Warlock in a very serious manner, looking righteous and awe-inspiring without any selfishness.It's a pity Warlock knew him well enough to understand what Crowley was up to.

Although Crowley wanted to find himself a ghostwriter to write the report, his desire to guide Warlock was also true.He gave Warlock a copy of all the reports he had handed in since Hell wrote the report, which contained enough content for Warlock to study for a long time.

From these facsimiles, Warlock witnesses how a traditional demon became an unconventional one.Crowley tapped him on the shoulder just as he was admiring several of Crowley's tricks in the sixteenth century.

Crowley didn't know when he changed into a long black windbreaker and took off his sunglasses. His golden vertical pupils shone strangely under the dim yellow light: "It's almost time, welcome to the world of darkness .”

Warlock stuffed the text files into the book of all things collected, and tidied up his shirt and tie a little nervously.

"Are you leaving now? Do I need a change of clothes too?"

Warlock, who returned to campus, was wearing the school uniform, white shirt, blue tie, gray suit, black leather shoes, and docile blond hair. He didn't look like a demon about to do evil.

"No need, you just need to carefully record what is about to happen with your eyes." Crowley said casually, brushing his hair.

He didn't dare to let Warlock participate in the work of seducing humans without Cain's consent. It was already a marginal behavior for Warlock to watch.

"According to the records, Mr. Crowley, you have been focusing on electricity and the Internet since the 21st century. Now that the home network has not yet developed, where do you plan to start?"

Crowley couldn't help but stepped forward and rumpled Volok Tie's hair. Seeing Volok holding his head and daring to be angry, he said: "Before there was no electricity and the Internet, I was also the most successful demon in hell. I have many ways to lure large numbers of humans into hell."

"If you want to make your work enjoyable and not restrictive, you have to find joy in your work. The best part about hell is that they don't care how you do it."

Crowley took out an electric guitar from behind. The black and red color scheme combined with the sinister shape and the dark power surging on the guitar made it look like it was not a serious guitar.

"Yats always wants you to follow him in the footsteps of literature, I know you don't like it, why not feel the charm of music!"

Crowley snapped his fingers, and his antique car automatically parked in front of Aziraphale's bookstore.Crowley grabbed Warlock's shoulders and got into the car, humming a tune and driving to an unknown destination.

"I'll introduce you to a few friends in a while. I called them out of hell. They weren't willing to come, but when they heard that I was going to hold a small concert to play their pieces, they all wanted to smuggle away. Come on, you can't stop it."

The car stereo roared loudly with metal music that could make people's hearts explode. Warlock pulled the handlebar to try to hear what Crowley was talking about. After a long time, he only heard the words "friend", "hell" and "smuggling".

The place Crowley took Warlock to was not a bar like Warlock imagined, but a small music club that looked very formal.

The doorman checked Crowley's business card politely, and a well-dressed foreman came over and led the two to the backstage.

"Mr. Crowley, thank you very much for choosing us as the venue for the concert. Your five companions have been waiting in the background for a long time."

"We have prepared all the requests you made before. If you are not satisfied with the arrangement we provided, we have a second set of preparations."

Warlock tilted his head and looked at the foreman. From the tone of the foreman's speech and the dark spots in the depths of his eyes, it can be seen that he has been completely infiltrated by the power of darkness. This foreman has become a complete believer in darkness.

Crowley waved the foreman off, completely ignoring the frenzy of the foreman, and led Warlock into the backstage lounge.

There are five men sitting or standing in the lounge. Their shapes are different, and the only thing they have in common is the strong temperament of a fallen artist.

The man who was sitting on the sofa and reading the music score noticed the movement of the door ahead of everyone else, and parted his curly hair to reveal his scarlet eyes.

"Crowley, we thought you were going to be late again." The man's voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time, his eyes shifted from Crowley to Warlock, and his voice suddenly raised, "Crowley, you Said that there are only six players in this concert. You bring another person, who do you want to replace with him?!"

The other four people heard the man's words and looked over at the same time. Warlock memorized the five faces, and after thinking for a long time, he couldn't recognize who they were.The strength of these five people is not strong, and Warlock is confident to fight them, but Crowley certainly didn't bring him here to fight these five people.

"Hey, old guys, don't be so nervous. This is my apprentice, I'll take him to experience the beauty of music." Crowley explained casually, and took out a roll of parchment from his windbreaker.

"According to our agreement, this concert will play the music you created during your lifetime. As a price, you will play this piece with me at the curtain call."

Crowley tossed the parchment into the air, and the parchment unfolded automatically in the air, and the blood-flowing handwriting flashed red light, and everyone present could clearly see the name of the score and the score - "Black Friday".

The author says:

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