The Death Knell

"Why did you come to the store today to look for me? I thought you were avoiding me, Konstantin."

The handsome blond man reached out to touch another man's face, feeling the rough stubble on his fingertips, he couldn't help laughing:

"You can go to my suite and wait for me, the night is still long, we can try all kinds of fun games, by the way, I can call Lilith and the others to come together, she is the mother of all demons, many demons I want to kill you and take your soul away, but not only are you living a good life, but you also had a relationship with their mother, thinking from a human point of view, wouldn’t that be great?”

He's not really curious, because he understands humans and demons, and maybe the things that seem refreshing to humans don't really matter to demons, but this is a temptation for Constantine.

The man in the windbreaker sitting on the bar ignored Satan's stroking his hand, and poured strong wine into his mouth with a glass, with a calm expression:

"Then what's the price? Lucifer, you're just greedy for me, but I won't be fooled by you. I have a serious business to come to you today."

Zha Kang didn't want to have anything to do with Lucifer. Although he was bisexual himself, demons were out of consideration.

The original light is indeed beautiful, he may even be the most beautiful creature in the world, but under the beautiful appearance of the fallen angel, what is wrapped is the flames of **** and the foul-smelling sludge, which is his soul.

"Business, oh, business."

The former Satan smiled and shook his head. He stepped into the bar and poured himself a glass of wine. After a moment of silence, he wiped his brow with his little finger: "The famous **** detective actually knows what is business, but here is a Question, if you want to talk to me, will I agree? I don’t know where your confidence comes from, unless you give me something sweet, haha!” Blinking narrowly, Satan waited for the detective’s response, and Unlike most demons, Lucifer is not keen on collecting souls, and Constantine's soul does not have much temptation for him.

What he wanted was to see the fall, to see people turn their backs on God, which was rebellion against the Father, and a way to prove himself right.

So rather than getting the soul of Zha Kang, he hopes to get this human body, so that he can fall into the abyss of beautiful pleasure forever with himself, so that he can better show his strength.

The logic is also very simple. Many demons want Zha Kang's soul. Will they be shocked if they find out that this human soul has been played with and completely transformed into his Lucifer shape? Isn't it fun then? "Dessert? Of course I prepared it." Constantine took out a photo from his pocket and threw it on the bar. Under the colorful lights, the photo slid in front of Satan: "This is the chip I prepared."

In the photo is a kind old lady, about ninety years old, and it seems to be a candid shot. She is watering the garden in a wheelchair, so only a side face is photographed.

"Well, she is very beautiful, but I can't tell from the photo that she is special." The demon picked up the photo, not only looked at it himself, but also showed it to Maizi standing beside him, and commented like this.

The Queen of Pain just nodded, supporting her master's judgment, as she always did.

"She is my new neighbor. She is also a well-known good person in the city. She is a devout Christian. She is 98 years old and is still a pure ****." Hell detective poured himself another glass of free wine and drank it down. Calmly complete the old man's information.

"Oh?" Lucifer became interested and his eyes lit up. He took the photo and looked at it carefully: "The last time I saw a woman who wanted to marry my dead dad was three hundred years ago, you wouldn't Use the retired nun to fool me?" Constantine's refusal attitude is still so firm, but Lucifer is not in a hurry, the future is still long, and he has plenty of opportunities.

On the contrary, the old man in this photo, who believed in God so devoutly, was so innocent and could voluntarily remain chaste for nearly a hundred years, Satan couldn't help but want to see her depraved expression in the pleasure of the flesh.

As for the wrinkled appearance of the old lady? Almost the age of going into the coffin? These are not factors considered by Satan.

As long as a small thought, he can make people live forever

Rejuvenation, and the price for realizing the wish is also very simple, that is, to satisfy some of Lucifer's small wishes and let him see what he wants to see.

This is fair trade.

"There are prostitutes in the monastery? My dear, are you joking, or have you lived in human society for a long time, which made you misjudge the degree of darkness in human nature?" Konstantin, who was hiccupping, smiled and shook his head. He lay on his stomach At the bar, facing the two Satans still seemed to be okay, even though he just betrayed his best neighbor, the other party gave him a pie at noon today:

"After the Tudor dynasty promulgated the dissolution order in 1537, the remaining monasteries must have an annual income of more than 200 pounds. In order to make money, the monks had to find a way, so the monastery soon became a hotel, and the new nuns were basically Those who spend money to get in, such as adulterous and pregnant rich ladies, rich people's outhouses, prostitutes who pretend to be nuns to do **** business. Lucifer, you and I both know that the real devout believers are never in the church .”

"Hahaha! Well said, Constantine, I just like your moving words. A hypocritical God will only reap hypocritical lambs, and those who really yearn for the good are their own gods and only your deal. I accept, your neighbor is mine, now say what you want."

The former Satan laughed, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com All things that are not good for God are all pleasant jokes for him, and he also knows that Constantine said this on purpose, the monastery will not degenerate to that kind degree, but sometimes the lie itself is the key, especially lying in front of the devil, always makes Satan feel happy:

"By the way, by the way, I'm not the king of **** now, I'm just a businessman in Los Angeles. When I asked you to give me some sweets, I actually asked you to spend money on a membership card at my nightclub... But since You are willing to trade with me with the only good person who is good to you, then it would be a bit impolite for me to refuse, and I am not an example. What era is it, and you still engage in soul trading? This is not good." "Put away your little tricks, Lucy, it is impossible to influence my mind with language tricks, my will is as strong as steel!"

The detective suddenly took a sip of the Sika cigarette in his hand, smoked it directly to the **** of the cigarette, poured himself another glass of spirits, poured it into his throat like pouring water, grinned and said:

"Let's get down to business. Deathstroke asked me to find the enemy. I conducted some investigations, so I found that you should have clues that I don't know. Tell me you know, who is behind the blank?"