The Death Knell

For a whole hour, none of the three people in the church looked back. Su Ming deliberately let the water go, and Jesse laughed and drank one glass after another. Four bottles of whiskey were mixed with vodka, and he soon passed out drunk. land.

The mustachioed priest rolled around on the floor, spitting everywhere and snoring loudly.

"He seems to be in pain?" The fake vampire named Edward, who was actually Deathstroke, threw a bag of bright red liquid to the real vampire next to him, and asked knowingly under the moonlight.

Cassidy took the blood bag and tore open the seal, held it in his mouth and took a deep sip:

"His pain comes from the heart. Compared with those, physical pain is not worth mentioning. Human beings are really interesting. Their short life makes them sentimental and their emotions are extremely changeable."

Although Cassidy wears a tattered T-shirt and big pants and looks no different from a homeless man on the street, he is a vampire with a long life after all, and he has hundreds of years of ghost life experience.

A greedy mouth is a greedy thing, but every vampire has a literary heart.

"Poor man, he seems to be incontinent. Do we need to call an ambulance?"

Su Ming saw a pool of filth flowing and spreading under the priest, but Jesse's expression became less painful.

"Probably not. He doesn't have money to call an ambulance. Besides, he probably won't die. If it really doesn't work, I'll bite him." Cassidy licked his lips and burped. He liked this priest and turned him into a vampire. That's ok too.

"Well, the environment here has become uninhabitable, and I think it's time for me to leave." The fake Edward covered his nose and frowned on his handsome face: "I'll come back to you when I have time next time. ?”

Cassidy sighed and walked towards the mop leaning on the bench: "I'm sorry that he made it so disgraceful when we first met. I was originally boarding here, otherwise I would have wanted to leave. Goodbye then, I have to help him with other things."

The so-called other thing was to help bury the two angel corpses. He didn't know that the corpses had been stolen.

After all, this vampire drank several packets of plasma, and his mouth tasted sweet, and his sense of smell was also covered up. Deathstroke had already planned it.

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"Pack it up." In the gloomy woods, Su Ming threw a woven bag originally used to contain fertilizer to Bobo, and kept a distance from the two piles of corpses: "Let's go see the two angels next and talk to them. A condition."

Bobo caught the bag, and his whole monkey was almost trapped in it. His hands fluttered around his head before he was free, and he took a big breath:

"Why am I doing the work again! After all, I am also a bar owner and the regent of Maia. I am also part of the ruling class, right?"

"I can't be tainted by the smell of angels, because our target person hates that kind of hypocritical smell." Su Ming naturally crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side: "And Harley is busy painting nail polish, you have been The male ape has no idea how important this is to her."

"Fuck! Fuck!" Harley nodded, blew on her nails, and said with a smile: "Kiss Slade is right, I must wear nail polish, otherwise I will become manic. If I'm unhappy, I want to scratch the orangutan's face to relieve my stress."

The forest was filled with darkness, and the chirping of birds came from nowhere, as if they were laughing strangely.

The silence didn't last long.

"This is nonsense!" The little orangutan threw the woven bag on the ground, bent down to pick it up, and began to put the body parts into the bag while muttering: "How can there be such a thing that requires scratching the orangutan's face? Is your illness good?! Please go to Arkham and scratch the wall, please?! If you are sick, go and treat it, why are you persecuting me?"

Harley rolled her eyes at him, used a small brush to touch up some color, stretched out her arms and used the moonlight to check whether it was evenly applied: "Am I a doctor or are you a doctor? Don't talk to laymen, my disease is... It would be nice to be with a handsome guy and take a little pet for a ride in a different world, hee hee..."

Bobo was too lazy to talk to her. If he hadn't gotten rid of the Laughing Bat to avenge Jim, he wouldn't have come here to move the corpse.

'But I'm afraid Deathstroke has already seen through my thoughts and knows that I will do anything to avenge Jim...'

'Wait a minute, Deathstroke can't still be at the level of helping Harley to be lazy. What is his deeper intention? ’

‘Is it because he is very sure that he can kill the Laughter this time, so he is looking for an excuse to make me feel involved, who is useless in the battle? So he is still doing it for my own good? Prevent me from getting into trouble because I can't personally avenge Jim? ’

Having figured it out, Bobo suddenly realized it, cast a grateful look at the death knell, and then started moving the bricks harder.

"This is not the first time I have killed an angel, but the one here is different from the one on the main multi-dimensional side." Su Ming just felt that Bobo seemed to have become a bit masochistic. The look in his eyes just now was so disgusting, so he quickly changed his mind. Topic: "I have killed many angels on Earth 0. Their blood was golden, and there was a lot of it. If they were beheaded or dismembered, they would look like fountains. But here, the angels don't have much blood in their bodies, and the color of their blood is also very light. It’s tomato juice mixed with water.”

The orangutan detective held an elbow in his hand and turned it over. He nodded and confirmed Deathstroke's statement: "I don't know what is going on with this diversity or this earth, but I know that in our world, angels are born in the seventh heaven. A big pool, you can think of them as dough figures or clay figures, there always needs to be enough water to make the body soft. But here, it's more like rubber."

It must be said that the angel's skin was astonishingly white, like snow under the moonlight. The corpses of ordinary white people after death were gray, like light cyan mist, but this pile of corpses was so white that they shone.

"Are these differences important?" Harley walked over, holding up ten fingers, and she blinked.

"We still have to negotiate terms with God here. After all, this is a multi-party transaction... And angels are God's creations. From the creation, we can see the preferences of that person, and thus make a profile. As long as there is There is always something we can use in our thoughts.”

Su Ming waited for Bobo to pretend to be a corpse, and explained to Ha Li in his spare time.

Harley nodded repeatedly, and she got excited when talking about psychology: "Hmm, then what did you see?"

"The fatal wounds on these two angels were caused by vampires. Being able to be killed by a vampire shows that their quality is not up to par. They are either physically weak or mentally weak, whichever is more."

Deathstroke took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a puff:

"So I speculate that one of the characteristics of this God is 'laziness'. He doesn't even make his own tools properly. Angels don't even have wings, but have reproductive organs... Think in the darkest direction, you Which of the seven deadly sins do you think is the most tempting to God?”

Harley stuffed a piece of bubble gum into her mouth, chewed it, and said with a smile, "Hey, I guess it's arrogance. Anyone who thinks they are a god is extremely arrogant... What do you think?"

Su Ming smiled and deliberately blinked at her: "I think it may be lust. The angels in this world have 'that set' of tools, so they may have that kind of idea. The God who created them must also be very perverted." , then we can send Bobo to seduce him and see the effect."

The orangutan detective didn't find this joke funny at all. He shook the opening of the urea bag vigorously, sniffed hard, and then made a disgusting sound in his throat.

"Pooh!"