Sioux City, Yunhai Building.

On the rooftop, a down-and-out middle-aged man with a scruffy beard stood on the edge of the rooftop, and the icy night wind whistled by, blowing his hair, which he hadn't cleaned for a long time.

"That's it......"

He looked at the night view of the city below with a blank face, and after a while, he touched the suit jacket stained with wine and dirt, took out a wallet from his arms, looked at the photo of his daughter in the wallet, couldn't help but smile bitterly, closed the wallet, and was ready to jump down to end this painful life.

Suddenly—

"Huh?"

The down-and-out middle-aged man opened his wallet again, because he suddenly found that he didn't know when, there was an extra black business card in the wallet.

Since the company went bankrupt and went into debt, he asked all the friends he knew for help, but none of them were willing to help him, and those business cards were also torn to shreds by him, including the cards in his wallet that had long been frozen, and there should be nothing else except a few change and a photo of his daughter.

But now there's an extra business card?

Could it be that I drank too much recently, and I didn't notice that someone stuffed my business card?

The down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help but think like this, and subconsciously pulled out the black business card and glanced at it.

A pure black business card, on the front of the business card is a pair of black eyes, as if it has magical powers, attracting people's attention, and under the eyes is a line of words:

'Confused and helpless people, if God does not hear your prayers and has not mercy on you, choose to make a deal with the devil, as long as you pay enough price, we will meet all your requirements!'

"All the requirements?"

The down-and-out middle-aged man muttered, although he felt absurd and ridiculous in his heart, but he had already fallen into a desperate predicament, and he couldn't help but have a glimmer of hope in his heart.

He has nothing to lose, he is not even afraid of death, and he is afraid of making a deal with the devil?

If the devil can really fulfill his demands, it doesn't matter if he is willing to give everything, including his life.

The down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help but take a step back, away from the edge of the rooftop, and looked carefully at the business card, the existence represented by this business card was written on the back of the business card.

"Nightingale...... Pawnshop?" he muttered.

The next moment, the pair of black eyes on this business card suddenly winked at him, and at the same time, a low laugh suddenly sounded: "Hehe, come to me......"

The business card suddenly burst into flames and quickly disappeared into ashes.

He felt like something was missing out on his mind—it was the way to get into Nightingale's pawnshop.

Half an hour later.

In the dark night, the down-and-out middle-aged man closed his eyes tightly, feeling that he had stepped over a threshold under his feet and entered a gloomy room.

"Welcome to Nightingale Pawnshop. An ethereal, empty melodious female voice echoed.

Devil...... Is it a woman?

The depressed middle-aged man opened his eyes a little dazedly, and found that he was in a magnificent hall, the black marble floor under his feet was smooth and immaculate, the crystal chandelier above his head emitted a faint cold light, and at the end of the hall was placed a throne of jade texture.

"Where is the devil?" The downcast middle-aged man looked around, but he didn't see half a figure, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

The next moment, on the jade throne, a tall woman suddenly appeared, she was wearing a strange black and red robe, her slender legs were folded on the throne, her fair face was wearing a black and red butterfly mask, only revealing a pair of indifferent eyes and red lips.

"You...... Is it the devil?" the down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help but ask.

The woman wearing the butterfly mask did not answer this question, but said lightly: "I'm just an employee of the Nightingale pawnshop, Zhou Fang, let's talk about the deal." ”

"Do you know what I want?" asked the down-and-out middle-aged man.

"Of course. The woman in the butterfly mask said lightly: "The little confusion you value is just a trivial matter to our pawnshop." ”

"Then I...... What do you have to pay?" the down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help but ask.

"Your soul. ”

The woman wearing the butterfly mask raised her hand, and a simple and worn yellow paper fluttered from her hand and flew towards the down-and-out middle-aged man.

The down-and-out middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then reached out and took the yellow paper and looked at it, his face became cloudy, and then he asked, "When I die, will you accept my soul? What do you want my soul to do?"

"It's none of your business, you can choose to refuse, we pawnshops never force it. The woman in the butterfly mask said indifferently.

The down-and-out middle-aged man frowned, thought for a while with a calm face, gritted his teeth, and said, "Okay, I agreed!"

"Very good, Zhou Fang, sign this contract. The corners of the woman's mouth in the butterfly mask curled slightly, and with a wave of her hand, a black pen floated towards the down-and-out middle-aged man.

The down-and-out middle-aged man took the pen and looked at it, and found that the pen was nothing special, hesitated for a moment, and signed his name on the quaint and shabby yellow paper contract.

"Bear~"

The moment the payment was completed, the yellow paper contract suddenly ignited spontaneously without fire, turning into a flash of fire and drilling into the head of the down-and-out middle-aged man.

The down-and-out middle-aged man was startled, but he found that he hadn't changed much, so he was relieved.

"Alright. ”

The woman wearing the butterfly mask said lightly: "Tomorrow morning, you will get a large amount of money, which will not only allow you to alleviate the current crisis, but also give you a chance to make a comeback." ”

The down-and-out middle-aged man couldn't help but get a little excited, and asked again, "What about my soul?"

"Since you have signed a soul contract, we will naturally take your soul after you die. The woman in the butterfly mask said indifferently, "I've said enough, you can leave." ”

The down-and-out middle-aged man took a deep breath and turned around and walked towards the door of the hall.

When his hand touched the door of the hall, his eyes went dark, and the whole person lost consciousness and fell into a hallucination.

At the same time, when the down-and-out middle-aged man was about to fall, a black shadow also appeared behind him and caught his body.

The black shadow was a person shrouded in black mist, mysterious and strange, unable to see his face and body.

"He's in a hallucination, take him back. The woman in the butterfly mask commanded calmly.

"Yes, Grand Director. ”

The figure shrouded in the black fog replied respectfully, and went out with the down-and-out middle-aged man.

"Sneer—"

Just as the door of the hall was about to close with the friction of the swirling door—

A white hand suddenly grabbed the gate, preventing it from closing, and then slowly pushed the gate open.

"Huh?" The woman wearing the butterfly mask had a cold look in her eyes, a trace of murderous intent flashed in her heart, and she was about to speak, but she saw the owner of the hand walk in from outside the door, which immediately made her face change.

"It turns out that the Nightingale pawnshop in Sioux City is here. ”

In a slightly mocking voice, a long-haired woman with picturesque eyebrows walked into the hall of the temple and casually looked at the nightingale pawnshop.

"Lu Shaoyan?"

The woman wearing the butterfly mask trembled in her heart, took a deep breath, and said, "It turned out that President Lu was here, my small shop is hidden in such a small place, I didn't expect President Lu to be able to find it?"

"If it weren't for the Intelligence Department's efforts to target your favorite customers, I wouldn't have been able to find the Nightingale Pawnshop. Lu Shaoyan said coldly.

The woman wearing the butterfly mask had a bad premonition in her heart, and asked with a reluctant smile, "I don't know what happened to President Lu taking such great pains to investigate the location of this store?"

"Of course there is. ”

Lu Shaoyan glanced at her, suddenly raised his hand, and snapped his fingers lightly.

"Whoosh!"

A crystal-like arrow suddenly appeared, turning into a terrifying streamer of light, instantly piercing the woman wearing the butterfly mask!

PS: (I'm sorry, I've been moving in the past two days, and the update is not very stable, so I'll update it early tomorrow.) ）

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