The Death Knell

"Why did you come to the store to find me today? I thought you had been avoiding me, Constantine."

The handsome blond man reached out and touched the other man's face, feeling the rough stubble on his fingertips, and he couldn't help but laugh:

"You can go to my suite and wait for me. The night is still very long. We can try all kinds of fun games. By the way, I can invite Lilith and the others to come together. She is the mother of all demons. There are many demons. I want to kill you and take away your soul, but not only are you alive and well, but you also have a relationship with their mother. Thinking about it from a human perspective, wouldn't this be great?"

He is not really curious, because he understands humans and demons. Maybe what seems refreshing to humans does not matter to demons, but it is a temptation for Constantine.

The man in the trench coat sitting at the bar ignored Satan's hand touching him, holding a wine glass and pouring hard liquor into his mouth, with a calm expression:

"Then what's the price? Lucifer, you are just greedy for my body, but I will not be fooled by you. I came to you today for a business reason."

Zha Kang didn't want anything to happen with Lucifer. Although he was bisexual himself, the devil was not a consideration.

The original light is indeed beautiful, and he may even be the most beautiful creature in the world, but beneath the beautiful appearance of the fallen angel is wrapped the flames of hell and the stinky sludge, which is his soul.

"Business, oh, business."

The ex-Satan smiled and shook his head. He walked into the bar and poured himself a glass of wine. After a moment of silence, he wiped the tip of his brow with his little finger:

"The famous Hell Detective actually knows what business is, but there is a question here. If you want to talk to me, will I definitely agree? I don't know where you get the confidence, unless you give me some sweetness, haha !”

Blinking his eyes narrowly, Satan waited for the detective's reaction. Unlike most demons, Lucifer was not keen on collecting souls, and Constantine's soul did not have much temptation for him.

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

Therefore, rather than getting Zha Kang's soul, he hopes to get this human body and let him fall into the abyss of beautiful pleasure with him forever, so that he can better show his power.

The logic is also very simple. Many demons want Zha Kang's soul. Will they be shocked if they find out in the future that this human soul has been played with and completely turned into his Lucifer shape? Will it be fun then?

"Dessert? Of course I've 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 bargaining chip I prepared."

In the photo, there is a kind old lady, probably in her nineties. It seems to have been taken secretly. She was watering the garden in a wheelchair, so only a side face was photographed.

"Well, she is very beautiful, but there is nothing special about her from the photo." The devil picked up the photo, not only looked at it himself, but also showed it to Maizi who was standing beside him, and commented.

The Queen of Pain just nodded and supported her master's judgment. She had always been like this.

"She is my new neighbor. She is also a well-known kind-hearted person in the city and a devout Christian. She is 98 years old and is still a pure virgin." The Hell Detective poured himself another glass of free wine and drank it in one gulp. Completed information about the elderly.

"Oh?" Lucifer became interested now 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 damn daddy was three hundred years ago. You can't Are you going to use a retired nun to trick me?"

Constantine's refusal was still so resolute, and Lucifer was not in a hurry. There was still a long time to come, and he had plenty of opportunities.

On the contrary, the old man in this photo believes in God so devoutly, is so simple, and has voluntarily remained chaste for nearly a hundred years. Satan can't help but want to see her expression of depravity in the pleasure of the body.

As for the old lady’s wrinkled appearance? The age when you are almost in a coffin? These are not factors that Satan considers.

With just a small thought, he can make people immortal and return to youth, and the price for realizing the wish is also very simple, which is to satisfy some of Lucifer's small wishes and let him see what he wants to see.

This is a fair deal.

"There are virgins in the monastery? My dear, are you kidding me, or has living in human society for a long time made you misjudge the darkness of human nature?"

Constantine, who was belching wine, smiled and shook his head. He was lying on the bar, facing the two Satans as if nothing happened, even though he had just betrayed his neighbor who was the best to him, and the other party gave him a pie at noon today. :

"After the Tudor Dynasty issued the dissolution order in 1537, the remaining monasteries must have an annual income of more than 200 pounds. The monks had to find ways to make money, so the monastery soon became a hotel, and the new nuns were basically People who spend money to get in, such as rich ladies having fornications and getting pregnant, outhouses kept by rich people, and prostitutes disguised as nuns to do business for high officials. Lucifer, you and I both know that true devout believers are never in churches."

"Hahaha! Well said, Constantine, I like your touching words. The hypocritical God will only harvest hypocritical lambs, while those who truly yearn for beauty are their own gods... .I accept your deal, your neighbor is mine, now tell me your wish.”

The former Satan laughed loudly. All things that were not good for God were pleasant jokes to him. He also knew that Constantine said this deliberately. The monastery would not have fallen to that level, but sometimes the lie itself That's the key, especially lying in front of the devil will always make Satan feel happy:

"By the way, by the way, I am not the King of Hell now, I am just a businessman in Los Angeles. When I asked you to give me some sweetness, I actually meant that I wanted you to spend money to get a membership card at my nightclub... ...But since you are willing to trade with me for the only good person who is good to you, then it would be a bit rude for me to refuse. I won’t do it next time. In what age are you still trading souls? This is not good.”

"Put away your little tricks, Lucy. It's impossible to influence my mind with verbal tricks. My will is as strong as steel!"

The detective took a loud sip from the Silka cigarette in his hand and smoked it directly to the butt of the cigarette. He poured himself a glass of strong liquor and poured it down his throat like water. He 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 what you know. Who is the person behind the blank?"