The Death Knell

Seeing that the little language trick did not make Constantine angry, Lucifer put away the photo with a little regret, but still clinked glasses with the man in front of him with a smile, and picked up the drink elegantly:

"I have never been a guardian, not the gatekeeper of heaven, nor the patron saint of mankind. I have communicated with Deathstroke about what happened before, and I can also see what is happening outside our multiverse now. Some, but I can only give you a guess, it’s the **** who made it all come true because their garden seemed undesirable at this time.”

At this point, Lucifer raised his palm, indicating that he had finished telling the agreed information, that the man had gotten the answer he wanted, and it was time to leave.

I do love Constantine very much, and I love him as much as I love other human beings, but a deal is a deal.

"Wait a minute, my Satanic Majesty, he's not done yet."

Constantine, who rarely became serious, tilted his head and casually put out the cigarette butt on the bar. A circular black mark was left on the beautiful stone slab, and the burning tobacco sparks flew everywhere. He obviously used too much strength. And he then used the same force to pick out his ears:

"I may have had hair in my ears just now, so I didn't hear clearly who the suspect you said was. Please repeat it again, oh, in English."

In the nightclub, people are dancing, praising the luxurious environment, or savoring the delicious food. Everything seems to be in the best condition that people can imagine.

It is said that the person who understands people best is often their enemy. The Satan in front of us is the enemy of mankind. He knows what people want very well.

"****, my English is very standard, right?" Lucifer really repeated it again, his lips with a faint pink light, looking very attractive under the dim light, especially his provocative The simple expression of the eyebrows is even more adorable.

He has different perfect appearances in the eyes of different people, and people’s understanding of God is their own subjective view.

"I can see your mouth moving like two sausages, and there are sounds in your throat, but I don't hear anything..."

As a master of dark arts, the sloppy man had never encountered such a situation. He did not question Satan's failure to fulfill the agreement, but was thinking about what had happened to him.

"You are the first person to use sausage to describe my mouth. Do you love eating other people's sausages so much? Haha."

Lucifer, who had a habit of speaking obscenely, put down his empty wine glass, leaned on the bar with his chin in his hand, and blinked at the humans:

"Well, here's the problem. I can name them, but humans, including you, can't understand, hear, see, and prove. Although you don't do anything at all, you still can't change yourself. Human attributes, this is beyond the scope of reality that you can recognize, baby. And I just doubt, doubt, you know? Detective. Because when it comes to them, there are many things that even I can't be sure of. "

This series of helplessness left Constantine silent. The beautiful music in the nightclub seemed to be harsh in his ears. You must know that he is the person who likes pop music the most in the wizarding world.

But after a moment, he calmed down again, took out the notebook and pen necessary for detectives from his windbreaker, and pushed it in front of Satan:

"Really? I don't believe it. Write it to me."

"Oh, I love you, how could I lie to you?" Lucifer picked up the pen and at the same time stopped Maizi with his eyes, who wanted to teach Zha Kang a lesson because he doubted his master: "I can write to you, But the outcome won’t be any different.”

As he spoke, he wrote on the paper, writing vigorously for a long time, giving the impression that it was at least a piece of paper filled with notebooks.

But when the notepad was pushed back to Constantine, he still only saw a string of symbols on the paper - ****.

"Fake..."

As a top smart man, when faced with such a strange situation, Constantine, who has always been casual, also uttered fragrant words. This was the first time he encountered such a situation.

His teacher, Zatanna's father, never taught him what caused this. He just felt an unspeakable sadness because of the current situation.

Are humans really unable to understand the things of gods? Why did Lucifer reveal his suspect, but he was not even qualified to hear or see his name?

"Okay, you finally sent out the invitation. Then don't go to my suite in the hotel. Come on, follow me to the office. Let's start now."

Lucifer licked his lips and winked at Zha Kang, indicating that he was happy to enjoy the latter, or be enjoyed by the latter.

But the only person who responded to him was the longest finger raised by Zha Kang, and the back of the windbreaker. The Hell Detective obviously didn't want to experience the heat of hell personally, at least not now. He wanted to find someone who could see this piece of paper clearly. The person who writes.

"Master, what's so good about him? How dare he refuse you? Let me catch him back?" Maizi, who was grinding his teeth so hard that the corners of his mouth bled, obviously hated Constantine because this man always disappointed Lucifer.

How dare you? How dare he let his distinguished master down again and again? damn it......

"You don't understand, Maizi, you actually can't hear what I just said, right?"

Lucifer rolled his eyes and left the bar, straightened up and walked out:

"So go away, stay and look after my shop, and I'll go talk to my brother, the ridiculous guardian angel Duma. After all, he and I have both experienced that silent era, when the flies were in the sea. Enjoyable..."

At this point, he suddenly stopped because he knew that no matter how much he talked, Maizi would not be able to understand her. She was still too young.

Although I don't want to move and I am too lazy to care, I have taken advantage of the death knell. If I don't give some information, wouldn't it look like I have no ability?

Although getting away and staying seemed a bit contradictory, the queen understood what her master meant and she immediately lowered her head.

Because that's what happened, she didn't hear the words, nor could she see the words on the paper.

However, as Lucifer's companion for countless years, she knew what her king was thinking, so she asked again:

"So Master, do you think Deathstroke can see what you wrote?"

"Him? It should be invisible, or maybe it can be seen. Haha, I can't say, but this unpredictable result makes him more charming, doesn't it? Alas, what if one day he and Xiao Kangkang can be together? Just go to bed with me. I am the most beautiful and powerful creature in the world, so I naturally deserve the best, right? Stinky Bichi."

"You are right, my master." Maggie, who had been pestering her master and was finally scolded, smiled with a smile on her face.