Restarting the myth

In the northern part of London, there is a bar street.

On both sides of the street, various bars are lined up in a row. Before the evening, the air is filled with laughter and low trading sounds.

It is even more amazing at night. The so-called London alley wind refers to this place.

The black luxury car slowly stopped, and Wayne opened the car door with an embarrassed face, looking at the door of the bar and fell into deep thought.

Fallen Angel Bar!

Wayne: (一`一;)

I have to say that this name is quite appropriate.

"It is quite fallen..."

Wayne turned around expressionlessly and complained to Mona next to him: "I still feel something is wrong. This is not the place where angels should come. There must be something wrong with the way I opened the Bible. Let's go back and try again."

Wayne said similar words more than once on the way here. Mona also felt it was outrageous, but still coaxed: "Boss, since you are here, let's go in and take a look first."

The two pushed the door and walked in. The air was filled with a faint smell of wine and tobacco, and the air was slightly turbid.

In the soft music, two resident singers swayed on the stage. Below the stage, the female bartenders with alternative styles were dressed in uniform and served drinks and snacks to the guests.

In terms of the guests' clothing and appearance, this is still a high-end bar with high consumption.

There are all kinds of birds in the forest. As far as the population base of Lundan is concerned, any non-mainstream aesthetics are reasonable.

Enough to support a bar.

"It's worthy of Lundan. The true meaning of democracy is to tolerate all diversity. I have learned useless postures again."

Wayne continued to output complaints, looked around the venue, looked at his secretary and washed his eyes, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Mona, you are so beautiful!"

Mona smiled slightly and pointed to the booth in the corner. The target person was there, and she would do the business first.

As for how beautiful she is, you can go home and study it slowly.

The booth was in the shadow of the corner, and the light was not bright. In order to let the guests appreciate the unique characteristics of the Fallen Angel Bar more clearly and intuitively, a wall lamp was specially hung.

Under the light, the handsome young man was beaming with joy, holding the hands of the two female bartenders, chattering non-stop, as if he was reading their palms.

～(ˉ▽￣～≡)b

Kerr Poirot.

Strictly speaking, Kerr is not a devout tank player. He likes everything except the pretty ones.

Tanks are just within his aesthetics!

Like the two female bartenders beside him, one is fat and big-eared, and the other is skinny as if she has been deprived of oxygen for a long time.

"Love is not about staying together forever. Some people are destined to be passers-by, maybe for one night, or maybe only for fifteen minutes..."

Kerr held the hands of the two and said affectionately: "We don't need to worry about short-term love. The road of life is still long. Remember this beautiful memory and bravely pursue the next relationship. It is the greatest praise for love."

"Is this the reason why you are always there for anti-pornography?"

Wayne came to the booth, couldn't bear to look directly, and turned to look at Mona.

Our Father in heaven, she is as beautiful as an angel descending to the earth!

Kerr was looking at Tank, who was holding him in his arms, with deep affection. When he heard the familiar voice, he looked up and said in surprise: "Wayne, why are you here? Have you figured it out? What is a beautiful woman?"

Kerr's face changed drastically when he saw Mona beside Wayne. His whole face turned pale in an instant.

The man who had been suffering from long-term hypoxia skillfully picked up the trash can under the table and handed it to Kerr.

Some customers are like this, they vomit while chatting.

"yue~~~"

Kerr vomited a lot and showed the menu for today's lunch on the spot.

I don't mean anything else. Just based on Mona's appearance, she is a well-deserved ugly girl in the Fallen Angel Bar.

"yue~~~"

Mona: (_)

Is this a compliment to her? Should I be complimenting her?

Wayne was speechless to the extreme. He took out a few portraits of the Queen and handed them to the two female bartenders who were obsessed with love: "My friend, I'm going to chat with him. Please wait for a while."

Facts have proved that love is not worth mentioning in front of the Queen. Seeing Wayne's generosity, the two female bartenders happily accepted it and waved goodbye to Kerr who was reluctant to leave.

"Wayne, what are you doing..."

Kerr picked up the napkin, wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to block Mona's position, and handed out a portrait of the Queen: "Go away, don't scare me here."

"Kerr, is this how you talk to your sister?" Wayne teased.

"It's just a casual talk, and you really believe it."

Kerr adapted for a few seconds and warned himself to accept the unevenness of the world. There are beautiful women in the world who make people's heart beat faster, and naturally there are ugly women like Mona who use contraception to ward off evil spirits.

Thinking this way, he gradually accepted Mona: "Don't blame you, it was God who took away your beauty and gave it to someone else, you are innocent."

"Boss, let's go back, we must have found the wrong person." Mona gritted her teeth, wishing she could punch Kerr to death.

"Since you're here, he's your brother after all."

Wayne knew a long time ago that Mona and Kerr were not siblings, and the idea of ​​a reconstituted family was nothing more than Mona's excuse to get close to him, but after all, Kerr contributed greatly to his getting such an excellent secretary.

"Kerr, the air here is too bad, let's go out and talk."

"Is it important?"

"Very important!"

"Okay, then, I'll give you five minutes."

"No problem, just five minutes."

The camera turned and the black limousine drove away from the bar street.

Kerr sat in the back row with a confused look on his face, looking at the heaven that was fading away, and said to Wayne next to him: "You promised me, just five minutes."

"The plan was temporarily changed."

"No, let me out of the car. I have an appointment."

Kerr opened the door and was about to jump out of the car. Although he didn't know what Wayne and Mona were arresting him for, they vaguely sensed something was wrong.

Wayne held him down, and no matter how hard Ker struggled, he could not escape. He said calmly: "Kerr, believe me, you were born to do great things. Don't be obsessed with beauty all day long."

I am happy to indulge in beauty!

Kerr rolled his eyes. His brother had been wandering around with him for thirty years without ever having a full meal.

I finally found a cafeteria that suits my appetite, and the food is unlimited. If he leaves now, is he worthy of his brother? Is he worthy of the promised crotch in Haikou? Is he still a human being!

Of course, you can't say that. Kerr looked gloomy: "Wayne, you don't understand, I can't leave, they need me."

"What do you mean, a gambling father, a sick mother, a school-going brother and a broken girl?" Wayne sneered.

"..."

Why are you so skilled? Do you go there often?

"Speak!"

"I asked you to finish talking, and I'm still talking nonsense."

"Then don't talk nonsense and follow me obediently, otherwise I will pick off your fish roe bag!"

"Then at least tell me where to go!"

"I'll introduce you to a friend."

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High-end hotel in the West End.

Wayne led Mona and Kerr to the private room on the sixth floor and met Sister Titus and the pale Archibald.

Archibald's face was very ugly, as if he had been treated leniently by dozens of big men last night. He was severely exhausted and was so sick that he had no energy.

Wayne looked at the charming Titus and then at the over-consumed Archibald. He shook his head and said, "Archibald, although the nun is good, her body is her capital. Cherish your body." , don’t be unrestrained just because you are a magician and your life essence is powerful.”

Archibald smiled bitterly: "Wayne, stop talking, I won't do it next time."

Archibald didn't explain much. Two nights ago, he escaped with a small life from the hands of Moon Knight with serious injuries. Because of his serious injuries, he could only return to the hotel on his legs.

Unexpectedly, his outstanding appearance attracted a few strong perverts, who dragged him into the alley.

Fortunately, the problem was not serious. Although he was seriously injured, he was not without the power to resist. He contacted Titus through his mind to come to the rescue and avoided the tragedy of a man on top of a man.

Archibald was so ashamed of this dark history that he ordered Titus not to mention it again. He was a decent man, so naturally he would not tell Wayne.

"Come, let me introduce to you. This is the famous detective Kerr, Kerr Poirot, the Silver Mage."

"He practiced Holy Light Magic in the Holy See in his early years. Now he is a freelancer and owns his own detective agency. He is quite famous in the detective circle of Lundan. I have known him for a while and he is a trustworthy person."

"This is Archibald from the Papal State, and Sister Titus next to him is his assistant. They are both good people."

Wayne introduced both parties, looked into Archibald's eyes and nodded: "If nothing else, he is the person you are looking for on this trip."

"So fast?!"

Archibald was greatly surprised. He had never thought that Wayne was so efficient. As soon as the front foot finished speaking, the back foot brought the second reincarnated angel over.

Mingren did not tell secrets. He had looked through the Golden Rule Bible given to Wayne by the Pope. With his ability, he searched day and night non-stop, which would take at least half a year.

For this reason, we still targeted Lundan, otherwise there would be no way to find him in the vast sea of ​​people in thirty to fifty years.

"It's a bit fast, maybe it's a coincidence. I happened to know Kerr, and I felt that he was abnormal a long time ago." Wayne said speechlessly.

He didn't understand the reincarnation of angels. Looking back in hindsight, Kerr's strange aesthetics may have already pointed out his identity as a reincarnated angel.

I’m curious, why didn’t the Papal States discover such an obvious feature earlier?

Or is it that Kerr is the only exception? After the other angels were reincarnated as humans, they all followed the local customs and integrated into the aesthetics of the God's Chosen Continent?

"Wayne, what are the envoys of the Papal State looking for me for?" Kerr's heart suddenly suddenly became more and more mysterious.

"Because you are a reincarnated angel."

"ah?!"

Kerr was greatly surprised and pointed at himself: "Reincarnated Angel, I...wait a minute, what does reincarnated angel mean?"

"Literally, an angel reincarnated as a human being."

Wayne patted his butt and said, "Do you still remember that Mona asked you to recommend joining my detective agency? The reincarnated angels lost their memory and they didn't know who they were, so the Holy See arranged for clergy to actively search for them."

The famous detective Kerr has a quick mind. After hearing what Wayne said, he immediately understood the cause and effect.

He had seen Wayne transform into an angel, and gave this news to St. Paul's Cathedral for a fee. Then his 'sister' Mona came to visit and asked him to help introduce him, and joined the Wayne Detective Agency as a freelance detective.

"How can I be an angel? My magic talent is limited. I will only be a golden mage in this life. Am I worthy of the noble status of a reincarnated angel?"

Kerr shook his head in doubt, and then said: "Wayne, you are actually an angel. It's outrageous. The Bible says that angels have no clear gender. How can you explain that you are so lustful even though you were born as a human?"

"Not having a clear gender doesn't mean there is no gender. It's normal to like beautiful women. Don't you also... uh, don't you also like Se Se?"

Because he was a non-mainstream Kerr, Wayne couldn't explain clearly, so he simply told the truth: "You guessed it right, I am indeed not a reincarnated angel. Due to some misunderstandings, the Papal State mistakenly thought that I was a reincarnated angel."

"Then neither am I!"

"No, you must be."

Seeing that the two colleagues denied their identities, Archibald waved his hand and set up a barrier to block the magic fluctuations, took out a Golden Rule Bible and placed it in front of Kerr.

"Mr. Poirot, Mr. Wayne must be an angel, there is no doubt about it."

Archibald said: "As for you, I believe in Wayne's vision. He will not see the wrong person. If you don't believe it, please put your hands on this Bible and the Golden Rule will respond to you and inspire your soul." Deep Stigmata.”

"That's okay, there's no need to tell me so many important secrets. If I'm not the one, you will definitely find a way to silence me."

Kerr shrugged. He couldn't be a reincarnated angel. He bet that if the Bible responded to his soul, it would be because there was so much stain on him.

The moment his palms touched the Golden Rule Bible, the Holy Light descended.

Pure holy power poured into Ker's body along his arms, and the light from the Golden Rule Bible surged, covering Ker's entire body.

An invisible force spread out, and the holy light barrier was pushed to the left and right sides, enveloping Archibald as well.

Pure holy light, eternal and sacred!

Looking at this light, Mona's eyes flashed with golden light, and the holy marks on the back of her hands were involuntarily activated. She murmured something in her mouth and recited a poem from the Bible.

Seeing Mona's performance, Titus, who was also an angel servant, was not to be outdone, activated the stigmata on the back of his hand, and followed Mona's tone and began to read.

Wayne had nothing on him and watched the Angel Family Searching Conference as a mere passerby. In the holy light shadow, he saw two hazy figures walking into the gate of heaven.

At first it was humanoid, then it became nondescript.

"Why two?"

Wayne blinked, looked at Archibald who was shrouded in holy light, and then at Titus who had the holy mark engraved on the back of his hand, and immediately curled his lips.

No wonder Archibald is so handsome, it turns out he is also a reincarnated angel.

To be honest, angels in heaven are strange and strange, and each one is more anthropomorphic, or not human at all. After being reincarnated as a human being, the man is tall and the woman is handsome, both of them have ceiling-level appearance.

Wayne didn't see clearly what was going on inside the Gate of Heaven. He vaguely saw a bunch of random long shadows coming to watch. The scene was very lively.

After a while, the surging holy light dispersed.

Archibald put away the Golden Rule Bible. The mark of the cross slowly faded between his eyebrows. He smiled and said: "Mr. Poirot, after witnessing your own soul with your own eyes, do you have any questions?"

"have!"

Kerr had a bitter look on his face, and he was very repelled by the identity of an angel. He wanted to be a human being more than an angel.

"What questions?"

"You just said that the Bible will inspire the stigmata deep in the soul of the reincarnated angel, but there are none on my body, not anywhere." Kerr lifted up his clothes to prove himself. There were none on his face, chest, arms, legs, or back.

The more he searched, the more excited he became. Feeling so stable, he tried to prove his innocence. He opened his waistband and lowered his head in a low voice: "Even here..."

Damn it, there really is!

Ker committed suicide and saw his own stigmata, which was in a very strange position and made him feel bad.

"..."x4

The strange guy made the four people beside him speechless for a while, especially Archibald, who said he didn't even notice.

Generally speaking, the stigmata of angels will appear in relatively obvious locations, such as the face, arms, back of hands, and back, like Kerr...

I can only say that the forest in heaven is huge, and there are all kinds of birds and angels there.

"Wait a minute, he doesn't have a stigmata either!"

Kerr pointed at Wayne. Everyone in the room had stigmata. Archibald had it on his forehead, Mona and Titus had it on the back of his hand, but Wayne didn't see it anywhere.

So, don't look at him with such disgust. Wayne, like him, wanted to bring Wayne into trouble because he wanted to hate it. He couldn't suffer this grievance alone.

The idea of ​​​​Kerra's backing was too weird. Archibald did not follow his train of thought and explained with a smile: "We can control whether the stigmata emerges. Just because Wayne doesn't want to say it doesn't mean he doesn't have it."

Mona nodded, yes, she had done a full body examination on Wayne, proving that Archibald was right and had hidden him.

"In addition, Wayne's stigmata showed up on Sister Mona. They signed a contract and Sister Mona could use the Golden Rule in Wayne." Archibald popularized common sense for Kerko.

Wayne: (_)

That’s angelic gold on the altar of pride…

Forget it, no explanation, his identity as a reincarnated angel was clearly arranged by the Papal State, and even the real reincarnated angel had prepared a rhetoric for him, so there was nothing to quibble about.

Kerr still wanted to struggle, but was tapped on the shoulder.

Wayne shook his head and said: "Give up. My fake reincarnated angel is taken as real. Besides, you are the reincarnated angel. Just accept your fate."

"That's right, but you haven't even accepted your fate."

Kerr whispered, insisting on his original opinion. If Wayne is not, then he is not either.

"Mr. Poirot..."

"Just call me Kerr." Kerr waved his hand in despair.

"Kerr, you have been asleep for too long, and your own strength is too weak. I hope you will return to the Papal States with me and make yourself stronger as soon as possible."

Archibald said seriously: "There are a total of seven reincarnated angels who have descended to the world. You are the last one. We have lost our memories due to reincarnation, and we don’t know why we came to the world. But seven angels descended at once, and they must have a heavy responsibility. You must take back your great power in heaven so that you can deal with the upcoming crisis."

Wayne frowned and said that Kerr was the last one, which should be counted as him. He knew very well that he was not.

In other words, there is another reincarnated angel who has not been discovered.

Where is he hiding?

It can’t be him, right?

Kerr smiled bitterly when he heard this. This is what he is most worried about. He has low ambitions and no pursuits. For people like him, the responsibility of being in a high position is a burden.

It's better not to be a reincarnated angel!

"Mr. Poirot!"

Archibald looked at Kerr steadily, and his righteous eyes made the other party dare not look directly at him: "When I was still an ordinary person, the Pope once warned me that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I give you this sentence today."

Wayne: "..."

Oh my god, this is not a good thing to say!

What is the name of the old man, Ben Parker?

"I know, but... everything happened too suddenly, I need to calm down."

Kerr sighed, raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist: "I have another date, I promised a girl, I will dance with her today, and it's still in time to rush over now."

"Kerr, dance after returning from the Papal States."

"That won't work, she is a conservative girl, she is getting married tomorrow, tonight is my last chance."

"..."x4

Is there a possibility that he is really not a reincarnated angel?

"Okay, please go and come back soon."

A look of constipation appeared on Archibald's handsome face, and he turned to look at Wayne, hoping that Wayne would help persuade him.

He is constipated right away, and if you see the girl dancing with him, she will get hemorrhoids on the spot.

Wayne rolled his eyes, clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then said to Kerr earnestly: "Join the organization of reincarnated angels, there are many benefits, and you will get a personal assistant as soon as you join. It is no longer a dream to have a successful career and love."

At this point, he pointed at Mona and Titus: "Believe me, you can always trust the aesthetics of Jiao Huang."

Kerr pouted, and Wayne stepped forward and whispered: "Members enjoy private customization. If you have any requirements, you can tell Jiao Huang in person. Our Heavenly Father Church overwhelms the Chosen Continent, and there are more than a million nuns under his crotch. You will definitely be able to harvest love here."

"Okay, I believe you again!"

Kerr nodded with a serious face, and said to Archibald, who was weak and powerless due to his obsession with love: "When are we going to the Papal States? Can we leave tomorrow?"

Father, send down a thunder to kill this shameful guy!

Archibald rolled his eyes and said weakly: "Don't worry, I still have to stay in London for a few days."

"That's good, it won't delay my date tonight."

Kerr left contentedly. Only children focus on distant love, he wants both near and far.

After he left, Archibald, who could no longer bear it, said: "Wayne, are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

"Give up, he has entered heaven, you angels are like this."

"Is it us?"

"No, I'm not an angel."

Wayne waved his hand and distanced himself from the relationship again, then raised the corner of his mouth and said: "I didn't expect that our Papal Envoy Archibald was also a reincarnated angel. You hid it so well. If it hadn't been exposed today, I would have been kept in the dark by you."

"How is it possible? You knew it a long time ago." Archibald shook his head.

"When did I know? How could I not know?"

Wayne said happily: "We are all friends. You have lied to me for so long, I should have broken up with you. For the sake of world peace, I will take a step back. You owe me a favor. Is that okay?"

"No."

Archibald was a shrewd man. He refused to owe anyone a favor no matter what. He was afraid that Wayne would ask for too much and he could not afford it. He lowered his voice and said: "I know you know my identity, and I also know that you deliberately let me go that day and recognized me as the devil in disguise."

It turned out to be you, kid!

"It's you!"

Wayne raised his eyebrows, with an expression that he knew it would happen.

No wonder the devil's suicide was so strange, no wonder he wanted to send him equipment before he died, no wonder the parchment Bible, a holy object that should have been collected by the Vatican, fell into the hands of a devil.

"Wayne, you've already taken advantage of me, give me some face and stop talking."

Archibald smiled bitterly: "Also, let me explain, whether you believe it or not, I went to St. George's Church to help you explore the way and see if the Windsor royal family has other cards hidden."

"I believe you."

Wayne nodded, he believed it.

If you can beat him, Lao Deng will give you gold coins; if you can't beat him, brothers will explore the way for you.

The principle is the same everywhere, he also operates in this way, why don't you believe it!

On the other side, Kerr strolled on the street and stopped a taxi.

He said he was going to the Papal States to find love, and his body was honestly looking forward to this day coming as soon as possible, but deep in his heart, it was still a little incredible.

"I am an angel..."

"Dear guest, where is the destination, hell?"

The taxi driver looked at the rearview mirror with a meaningful smile. The moment he stepped on the accelerator, the taxi rushed straight into the dark abyss, accelerating and falling, as if it was really going straight to hell.

A flash of fear flashed in Kerr's eyes, and the huge dark power attacked from all directions, pressing him so hard that he couldn't breathe.

A few seconds later, Kerr rolled his eyes and lost consciousness, and instead, a sacred and inviolable thought came out of his body.

In an instant, the taxi collapsed and disintegrated, and the surrounding darkness, along with the driver, was crushed into dust by an invisible force.

'Kerr' stood expressionlessly on the street, with golden light in his eyes, and slowly raised his head to look into the distance.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you.

Kerr saw a pair of dark and deep eyes and murmured, "You found me after all. Then, why did you come to me?"

"You really got your memory back..."

The dark eyes looked down and read Kerr's name in heaven: "Kiral..."

"We meet again!"