The Death Knell

The night in the small town of Anville was very peaceful. Although there was a giant cesspool and a methane tank underground, and everyone was sleeping on tens of thousands of tons of TNT, everyone was living a peaceful life when no one knew about it.

The population is smaller, but the other end of the town is close to the national highway, and large trucks will pass by from time to time, so there is a lot of business here serving the passing drivers.

Such as bars, supermarkets, motels, street girls, etc.

The cheap hotels on the roadside are just for these people. You can stay for one night for ten or twenty dollars. They have a TV and hot water, a bed and a door. A three-story building has about a dozen rooms, and you can open a shop. Business.

This kind of motel does not require registration, or you can check in with just a false name. It is also very convenient for married people who are having affairs, as well as drug dealers or kidnappers waiting for a deal.

As a result, various dark events have arisen. As long as the people staying here pay enough room fees, no one will care even if they die inside.

But that doesn't mean good people won't come here. That's what happened today, two angels stayed here.

One was tall and thin, and the other was short and fat. They sat side by side in the room, listening to the men and women's "crying and howling" coming from the next door on both sides. Their faces were still expressionless, but their eyes were full of worry.

"It failed. There is a vampire following the priest. We can't defeat him."

The fat man sat upright on the edge of the bed, with his hands on his knees, calmly analyzing the reasons for the failure.

After they died once, they were not in a hurry to do it again. Instead, they felt that they had forgotten something and were thinking about it.

The thin man sat beside the bed in the same posture. He looked at the TV with the snowflake screen and said numbly: "But we don't have much time. If we still can't find 'Creation', we can still call When we get new bodies and come down, when the superiors see the cause of our death, they will send high-level angels down, and then we will be fired and laid off."

"We will be recycled when we are laid off, and thrown into a pool and twisted into energy materials." The fat man turned to look at his friends beside him, and there was no tone in his words: "Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid if I can be with you." The thin man also looked at him, with no expression on his face.

Because God didn't design an expression system when he created them.

Not to mention the expression system, even the voice can only be loaded in one of the male and female models, and there are no wings.

It can be said that it was so crude that God still thought it was troublesome to create it, so he later outsourced the manufacturing and maintenance of the angel army to a foundry.

Those professional managers who don't know where they come from have no heart at all and have no mercy. Every month, the angels have to face cruel performance appraisals, and if they fail, they will be driven to pieces.

Now, a terrifying task falls on these two junior salesmen. They need to recover the 'Creation', a monster that can reside in the human body and affect the sanity of all surrounding mortals.

It was a life born from the cross between an angel and a demon.

It is so powerful that it is close to the law of cause and effect. It cannot be killed or released, so it has been kept in a biscuit box and placed in God's bedroom for his care.

But God disappeared not long ago, perhaps skipping work, and Creation also disappeared.

I don’t know if God took it with him or if it left on its own. In short, this was a big event.

The high-ranking angels all went to search for traces of God, because that task was obviously more important, while the lower-ranking angels were sent to various parts of the earth to search for traces of creation.

Xiaopang and Xiaoshou found traces of it in the small town of Anville.

I thought that with just a mortal priest, he could easily handle it with some kind words and some show of force.

But I didn't expect that the old man who was the porter of the church turned out to be a vampire. He was more than three hundred years old. He was not strong, but he happened to be stronger than the two of them combined.

This is very embarrassing.

Originally, the two angels had persuaded Jesse to hand over Creation while he was drunk, but in the end, the vampire got them all mixed up and destroyed both of their bodies.

"How about we apply for assistance and take the initiative to invite high-level angels to come over. Even if there is no success, at least there will be no fault." The fat man looked at his friend and heard that the thin man was willing to live and die with him. He was inevitably moved.

However, due to his physical condition, he was unable to smile or even say thank you. His words sounded like he was speaking in a meeting.

"No, the factions among senior angels are too complex. If we get involved in high-level disputes, we may not escape death." The thin man replied calmly while staring at the TV with no signal.

The two of them had the same voice. If there was someone outside the door at this time, they might think it was a mentally ill person asking himself.

Xiaopang and Xiaoshou stopped talking. They were thinking about a solution, how to bring Chuangshi out without killing them.

The silence lasted for several hours, from the time they returned after their deaths to the death knell playing games with the church duo on the other side, the angels here had been sitting motionless on the bed.

They think they have forgotten something, but they can't remember it for a while.

Finally, the fat man took out a box from under the bed and opened it. Inside was a very old telephone that needed to be charged by hand, but you couldn't see where its wires were connected.

"I'm going to make a phone call and find someone to ask for news. Who is the high-ranking angel in heaven who is on standby? Then he will most likely come to our side."

"That's fine."

The thin man didn't think of any good solution, so he could only do this first.

The phone call was quickly opened, and after some communication between the two parties, Fatty gave a piece of bad news. If their mission failed, the angel from the lower world would be the one who hated them the most.

"No, we must take action before tomorrow. In this way, I will control some mortals and find a way to drug the priest." The fat man stood up and walked towards the door. His back was full of fearless aura: "If you die by poisoning, If Jesse is killed, Creation will leave his body, and we can capture it then."

"Good idea, but where is the cookie box?" The thin man turned to ask.

"I thought you had it." The fat man paused.

"We are all dead, and the box is in the hands of the corpse." The thin man told the cruel reality. The biscuit box is the home and bed of Chuangshi. Without it, Chuangshi would not be obedient and go back.

"Damn..." Fatty finally remembered what he had forgotten. It turned out that the most critical prop was missing.

It's all God's fault. The brains they were given to angels are cheap. They get stuck trying to think of something!

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"Strange, why is there a cookie box here?" Bobo finished loading the body parts, but found that there was a metal object left at the end. It seemed that Harry had cut it several times when he dismembered the body. It was a bit tattered. : "What do these two angels do with the cookie box? Where are the cookies inside?"

There was a bear on the biscuit box. Although he didn’t know what brand it was, it was probably a bear biscuit. Bobo subconsciously picked it up and smelled it.

But there was a smell of urine in the box, which made him almost choke.

However, Deathstroke chuckled and stopped the orangutan from throwing away the things: "This is an important prop. Don't throw it away. Put it together with the body bag in the small silk bag I gave you."

"Okay, you have the final say." Bobo put away the box speechlessly, took the mineral water thrown by Deathstroke and washed his hands: "What should we do next?"

Su Ming put out the cigarette butt and gave Bobo deodorant and a lot of various Wilson perfumes, asking him to remove the stench of the angel's corpse:

"Originally we planned to steal the drunken and unconscious Jesse as a bargaining chip, but now that we have the 'house' of Creation, it's okay. Let's go find the angels to negotiate terms, make a phone call and ask them to meet in a remote place."