The Death Knell

Lucifer looked at the death knell with a half-smile, touched his face, as if he had noticed something but did not reveal it, but said softly:

"Then thank you?"

"Hehe, you're welcome, you've helped me a lot before, so I should help you too." Su Ming patted his chest, and the black and yellow armor made a dull thumping sound: "Next time I ask you for help , just stop asking me what price I want.”?

"Don't worry, no, I have always liked you, Slade." Lucifer turned to look at the sea, but only saw all kinds of garbage floating around the drain: "When you die one day, I will Just take your soul to hell, help you reincarnate into a demon, and stay with me forever as the second in command."

"If there is such a day that I die, then my soul has already been predestined by death." The death knell picked up an empty milk box from the sea with force, held it in his hand and looked at it: "Let's get back to business, I Lord Satan, have you found anything?"

"Don't call me that, I feel like Alexander, the current Satan is wheat." Lucifer stretched his waist, and he made a comfortable voice: "I did find something, that is, all the people who fulfill their wishes are all unbelievers, Interesting?」

"The Faithless."

Su Ming turned to look at Batman beside him.

"Don't look at me, my belief is Gotham." Batman naturally knew what Deathstroke was thinking, and he immediately denied the possibility: "I tried to make a wish, but nothing happened."

"Well, that makes sense." Lucifer walked over and touched Batman's chest, his fingers outlined the edge of the bat pattern: "I've always heard that you only love Gotham, to the point of madness. Well, Batman Forget it, Deathstroke, do you have faith?"

He took out a cigarette and lit it, Su Ming took a puff, his eyes became distant and calm: "What I believe in is darkness, and I tried it just now, and my wish didn't work.

"You are the supreme mage. You don't believe in the justice and order represented by Emperor Weishan, but you actually believe in another concept." Hela had a black question mark on her face, as if she was incredulous: "You speak like Dormammu believers.

"No, Dormammu is not as good as me. He is still a subordinate." Su Ming saw Kanenger, wanted to accuse the potential within the team, and asked an unbeliever to come out and try the wishing process.

If you can see the process of wish fulfillment with your own eyes, maybe you and Batman can figure out something.

Hela doesn't need to ask. She is from the Asa Protoss, an iron believer of the World Tree, even her life was given by that big tree,

Not to mention the orange cat, it's not even a human being.

"Uh, I should be an unbeliever." Carol touched her waist uncertainly, "but if I have faith, then I believe in death knell." "Man"

"How many times have I told you, don't engage in personal worship, I am a human, not a god." Su Ming knocked her on the head speechlessly, and stuffed another bottle of soda into her hand: "Try first Make a wish and see if it can come true."

The beauty with a melon-shaped face obediently complied. In order to make it easier for everyone to observe, the wish she made was also very intuitive. She wished that a gun would appear in her hand.

Logically speaking, firearms are not worth much and are relatively easy to obtain, so she feels that it is not difficult to realize this wish.

It's a pity that the result was not satisfactory. The wish she made was not answered. Although she kept closing and opening her outstretched hand, making movements like grabbing money, everyone waited for a minute, and she still had only A cat hair.

"Okay, there's no need to try, this little sister really worships you like a god."

Lucifer interrupted the experiment, saying that there is no need to read on:

"We are looking for the real kind of unbelievers, either antisocial lunatics, or homeless people with intellectual problems, otherwise ordinary people have more or less what they believe in, even if they are hit by an iron pot in their lives, Subconsciously said, "God, those are shallow believers, such people are useless."

The evening wind blows, the black sea is full of waves, and there is a rustling sound, which is matched with the whisper of the devil, which makes people's ears itchy.

"No wonder you came here to Plymouth. Deathstroke understood some of Lucifer's thoughts: "This is where the Protestants of the Mayflower landed in North America, and now, many people regard it as the birthplace of the largest capitalist country A hotbed of evil, where you want new-age hippies who are against everything they can be against.”

"Oh, I knew you understood me." Lucifer patted Death Knell's arm, then turned his head and looked at the sewage pipe again: "But I finally found a person. He was scared by you just now. Can any of you help?" Shall I invite him back? A gentler kind of invitation.

"I'm coming, master!"

Maizi volunteered, flames burst from the soles of her feet, and she rushed into Xia Yongdao like crazy.

The banshee from **** is very perverted, but she is also very powerful. How can an ordinary tramp escape from Satan's Wuzhi Mountain with a mortal body?

In less than ten seconds, the dirty tramp was brought back, even so he was still holding on to his money box, as if money was his life.

Wheat returns a person to its master, just as a dog hands over a Frisbee it has retrieved.

"Go away and squat down." Lucifer kicked her as a reward, then bent down and smiled to the huddled homeless man, "Look up, look at me."

His voice is full of sinful allure, just like the first fallen who tempted Adam and Eve to eat the red fruit. Mortals cannot resist the charm of the fallen angel, and the tramp stared straight at the charming Blonde boy.

Although the tramp's eyes are surrounded by eye feces and all kinds of filth, this does not detract from Lucifer's beauty. His beauty is generated in the hearts of those who see him, rather than relying solely on vision.

"I have a wish, can you help me realize it?"

Lucifer said so while stroking the homeless man's chest, and said softly:

"We won't hurt you, and we don't want your money, I want a hamburger, can you get me that?"

The dirty tramp nodded desperately, and an untold number of fleas and bedbugs were thrown out of his battered hair, which showed how eager he was to serve Lucifer.

He stretched out his two hands, the scales on the back of his hands curled up like scales, but he was completely obsessed with beauty, and would only follow Lucifer's instructions:

"I want a hamburger!" "Patta."

A very cheap-looking hamburger wrapped in white plastic paper ~www.NovelMTL.com~ appeared in his car, and he immediately smiled, holding the food in both hands, and offering it to Lucifer.

The eldest son of God nodded with a smile, took the thin hamburger, opened the wrapping paper, and took a bite:

"It was delicious, thank you, and now you can go back to sleep."

Bewildered, the homeless man yawned on the spot, then covered his cardboard box of money under the torn blanket, hugged it and fell to the corner of the wall, and fell into a deep sleep the next second.

"Okay, two wise men of mankind, do you see anything?"

Eating the food offered by people, even the cheapest artificial meat burger, Lucifer also ate very happily. While chewing junk food quickly, he asked about the discovery of death knell and bats. After all, everyone has their own direction of expertise.

Lucifer himself knows his own situation, has comprehensive abilities, and is also very powerful in combat, but what about the ability to investigate cases with meticulous observation? That's a pity, he is not omniscient and omnipotent, and he hates trouble the most. Let them think.