The Death Knell

Thai food is not cheap in the United States, and she has to drink alcohol for dinner. After deducting the money spent on low-quality whiskey, she only has enough money left to buy a portion of fried noodles.

But that's enough, with cigarettes and wine, I can spend the evening comfortably again.

Because of her close connection with hell, there are advantages and disadvantages. She has the same problem as Constantine, that is, after falling asleep, it is easy to dream about hell.

That's not a beautiful sight that humans would like, not even magicians.

So alcohol is useful, paralyzing the brain. You may still dream, but when you wake up, you will only be left with fragmented memory fragments.

Of course, the human body will develop tolerance to alcohol, which means that the amount of alcohol consumed will continue to increase, and naturally more and more money will be spent on alcohol.

When Arabelle returned to the office with fried noodles and spirits, she saw a red dot flashing on the stairs in front of the office from a distance.

She likes to call this 'the red star that brings money'.

Anxious, chain-smoking clients, almost always desperate to get rid of their demons or wives, mean more commissions.

If you're lucky and work overtime after dinner, your living expenses for the week will be covered.

When she got closer, she found a man and a woman in the darkness.

She nodded clearly. She must be getting a divorce. This is her husband and her lover. They really need professional advice on how to get rid of the yellow-faced woman in the family.

For Arabelle, it's easy. A forgetting spell or a madness spell can achieve the goal, ensuring that the client's wife can't even remember her last name.

If she remembers it, she can still collect money to deal with her husband...

"100 yuan for divorce, 200 yuan for making your wife forgetful, 300 yuan for making your wife crazy, which one do you want?"

She opened the door with the key while holding a cigarette in her mouth while talking to the two of them. The man was wearing a slightly greasy suit. Could he be the chef in the restaurant?

There are also women wearing hooded cloaks. Is this what the British wore 100 years ago?

Su Ming looked at Arabelle. She indeed looked very much like Zha Kang. I have to say that Lucifer's prank was really interesting.

Apart from the fact that she wears high heels and is much cleaner than Constantine, whether it is the energy with which she speaks or the half-dead look in her eyes, she is completely the same person.

Her office is much cleaner, maybe because of her part-time divorce business, she has a better life than Constantine.

Zha Kang has no office and still lives in other people's basements. Of course, more often than not, he chooses to live in the House of Mystery.

Su Ming sat on the sofa without courtesy, while Diana said nothing. She didn't like Arabelle's tone and attitude very much. Helping her husband deal with his wife was obviously inconsistent with the heroine's values.

What's more, it's clearly charged.

But Su Ming likes it very much. When it comes to business, mercenaries are like this.

Why is Batman so anxious to pay himself? Isn't it just that he is worried about Deathstroke from another world working for Luther?

"I give you 500 yuan, what can you do?"

Arabelle, who was pouring fried noodles from the convenience food box to the plate, paused for a moment and turned around with a wicked smile on her face.

"You are cruel enough. I like your cruelty, but 500 yuan is not enough for me to kill people. I will send your wife to hell for a few days at most."

"What about 1,000 yuan?"

"Well... I will send her to heaven to live for a few days." Arabelle found a pair of chopsticks from the cupboard nearby and mixed the noodles very skillfully and started eating.

Of course, she will not forget her wine. After taking a bite of noodles, she will take a big sip of wine to go with it.

"Huh? Isn't heaven a good place?" Diana was confused. You must know that her hometown is called Paradise Island.

While munching fried noodles, Arabelle spoke vaguely: "This lady's voice is very nice, but the question is very innocent. Is heaven really that good?"

"Then what's the harm in talking about it? You haven't been to heaven, have you?" Diana was a little unconvinced.

"Tsk, burp..." The beautiful mage burped, not caring about the image at all: "I am a great mage licensed by the Magicians Association, and I have a lot of say in these matters... Chapter First, there are no entertainment facilities in heaven, but in hell you can at least use your soul as a bargaining chip to play cards. Second, it is always daytime in heaven, with only light and no shadows. Third, there is no food there, so you can eat clouds. There is no way to satisfy hunger.”

"Normal people will definitely be driven crazy there." Su Ming added, he knew the virtues of heaven.

If the soul goes to Valhalla, it can be said to be enjoyable, with a big bowl of meat, a big bowl of wine, and a group of strong men to fight with you.

And there is nothing in heaven, except a large group of winged bird-men, there is nothing.

According to Lucifer in the comics, his biggest pastime in heaven was taking a walk in the Garden of God.

Arabelle nodded, sat behind the desk and took a big sip of noodles: "You are very knowledgeable. Have you dealt with your ex-wife before? But there is a key point you didn't mention, because angels have solidified the magic of charismatic magic, and mortals are It’s easy to fall in love with angels. But angels are asexuals. They don’t have those organs, not even excretion holes, so they can only watch but not eat, haha..."

She told a dirty joke, and the fried noodles in her mouth fell out a little. She saw the man laughing with her with a strange expression, and the cloaked woman shot a cold gaze from under her hood.

Deathstroke said she was a devil believer, and it was true, Diana thought.

But little did Diana know that all kinds of dirty jokes about the lower body of angels had always been the most popular joke in hell.

Su Ming had also wondered before whether Lucifer's fall from heaven had this reason. He exchanged his wings for Tintin, and he has been living happily ever since.

After going to hell, he had a son and a daughter. The daughter was very powerful and could be said to be the strongest new god.

That's why Lucifer's current disappearance seems very strange.

"Your joke is good, I'll give you ten thousand." Su Ming nodded and expressed his intention to hire.

"Ahem..." Arabelle, who was drinking, almost choked. She frowned: "I don't think I can make money from jokes. Are you here to make fun of me?"

"Twenty thousand." This money was just a drop in the bucket for Su Ming now. Arabelle, who often hung out in the neighborhood, could never imagine how rich Batman was.

"Haha, who do you think I am? With so much money, the work must not be easy, right?" Arabelle looked at the two of them with suspicion, and at the same time, he began to prepare to activate magic in his hands.

Su Ming laughed. After the dual influence of the helmet and the strangulation, the laughter was like a ghost's scream.

The symbiote helped him take out some money from the bag and handed it into his hand from behind. It looked like a thousand dollars.

"Come with us to investigate the recent mysterious deaths in the magical world. I will give you a deposit of one thousand, and you can answer whether you want to do this business or not."

Arabelle immediately jumped up from her chair, took the banknotes and counted them with the banknote detector.

They are all real money, and there are no tracking magic or traps.

"It's easy to say, I will be yours tonight!"

"If I add more money, you will tell me not to treat you as a human being tonight?"

Su Ming stood up and joked that Arabelle can still cast spells normally, which means Lucifer is still alive, so the task of finding Sandman can be slowed down a little, and let's see how the Justice League Dark is doing.

Arabelle glanced at him, put away the money and put on her trench coat without comment, picked up the wine bottle and put it in her pocket.

As a magician, she knew that many wizards had died unexpectedly recently, but this had nothing to do with her. She never cared about other people's concerns.

But now that someone is paying to fix it, that's a different story.

"If you say this because you want to have sex with me, then you have to pay a lot, a lot..."

She raised one slender eyebrow, and a trace of sadness flashed in her eyes, but that look was quickly covered by the smoke from her cigarette.