Smoke and drink, drunk and drunk.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening, and he had been sitting in the corner of the bar watching every customer who came in.

A slender and straight red high-heeled beauty, she has a good appearance and temperament, the smoky makeup with this soft red bar light looks particularly sultry, she has a hint of seduction and temptation in the corners of her eyes, a red dress, just wrapping the elastic arc, and is talking to another tall woman with gray hair at the moment.

It was a vampire, and the scarlet of the pale blue eyes flashed from time to time was all the more enticing by the intoxication of the surrounding scenes.

A bartender always smoothly holds a bottle of wine and shuttles through this noisy environment, he looks handsome, in line with the aesthetic standards of Westerners, and his eyes seem to be kind, but the corners of his mouth are always hooked up with a touch of evil that does not match it.

This is a demon that resides in humans.

There were many more, such as a black mage in a black robe drinking alone in a corner, and a giant man bigger than Darlan sitting at the bar, dusting himself to worry about the high stool less than half a meter wide.

There were even two women kissing in the corner, their red lips and soft tongues intertwined, and a smell of erosion permeating the surroundings.

"Hey, handsome guy! cheers !” Feng Chenzheng was boredly scanning the stage in front of the bar, where two women who looked like succubi were dancing, and the two long legs were dazzling under the flickering lights.

"Hey! Handsome guy! Feng Chen then reacted that there were two women sitting on the opposite card seat, one of them was blonde and blue-eyed, with a charming appearance, looking at Feng Chen with a trace of interest in her eyes, she was lying on the back of the card seat at this time, a white long skirt outlined her convex and backward figure, and the two flesh-colored giants on her chest were pressing directly opposite Feng Chen, and the other woman looked very cold, with a man's handsome Moxican hairstyle, delicate facial features, and looked at Feng Chen with a side face.

"Cheers?!"

Feng Chen smiled casually, and he raised his wine glass and gestured for a toast.

It's beautiful, but it's not human. Feng Chen saw through the disguises of two non-humans at a glance, maybe it was a vampire, maybe something else, he didn't look closely.

"Hey! Handsome guy, do you want us to have a table? Look at you sitting there alone, by the way, do you speak English? Monica said with a smile.

"A little." After Feng Chen finished speaking, he closed his mouth and was silent, he wanted to sit alone, but it seemed that the other side seemed to be unrelenting.

"Then it's such a happy decision!" Monica walked to the dust seal from the front booth with her female companion, the dust booth is not very big, and there is a sofa for two people opposite, and the only single seat here is under her ass.

"Handsome guy from the East, my name is Monica, and this is my partner, Jill."

"Dust sealing." A hundred years ago, Feng Chen never thought that he would drink at the same table with the dark creatures one day, it seems that it often happens after a hundred years, such as the Dog Whistle Tavern, and it is not good to drive the two women away when they see that the two girls have already sat down.

"Are you an Oriental? Japanese? Korean? Monica poured a glass of orange wine for Dust, then filled herself again.

"Huaxia people." Feng Chen said with a smile, he reached out and took a full glass of wine, and then motioned for a toast and drank it all.

"So what? The ancient Oriental Daoist or the alchemist, or some kind of evil alchemist? It seems that Monica has a good impression of the delicate Feng Chen, but Jill on the side did not speak, and looked at Feng Chen coldly.

"Neither, probably a demon hunter."

"Cool!" Monica naughtily stretched out her thumb to Feng Chen, but it surprised Feng Chen, and he smiled:

"Are you not afraid? Am I a demon hunter? ”

"Afraid? Why be afraid? Monica opened another bottle of drink, she stared at Dusty's small tongue and wiped her lips, and smiled, "Midknight is a neutral zone, and Minanet doesn't discriminate whether it's a demon hunter, an exorcist, or a dark creature here. ”

"And we just like the hustle and bustle of the world, and there are some things that we won't touch."

Monica was telling the truth, and Dusty didn't smell a trace of blood from Jill and her.

"Forgive me, cold Jill and beautiful Lady Monica, I'm curious, won't the angels banish you?"

"We're gone, who's going to pray?" At this time, Jill on the side said coldly, she reached out and took a glass of wine from Monica's hand, and then smiled at Monica.

"Baby, don't drink too much."

Then a hand wrapped around Monica's waist.

Red lips, winking eyes, long legs, soft voice.

Feng Chen looked at this ambiguous and provocative picture, the corners of his eyes twitched, okay, there is abuse of himself there.

"Actually, we can ...... three of us tonight" Monica saw Feng Chen's unnatural look, and her fair face was flushed with a hint of alcohol or something, which looked particularly seductive, and she was biting Jill and whispering, and then glanced at Feng Chen.

Sealing the dust trinity, his body is the future self, there is no impurity on his body, the pure human body, the purity of the life level gives him as pure and vitality as the dawn dew, plus his original appearance is delicate, it can make life feel good.

Jill's face flashed a slight red, and then returned to normal, she liked women for the most part, but she didn't mind the man in front of her who gave her a feeling of pure water.

"I don't mind." Feng Chen said in his heart, he didn't come to hunt for beauty, although the whispers of the two girls were like mosquitoes in a noisy environment, he could still hear them.

The three of them chatted casually for a long time, during which the "whispering" of Jill and Monica made Feng Chen a little restless, and the style of the dark world was very direct, crisp and naked, just like this kind of depraved place.

Absolute indulgence is the noblest pursuit of the depraved, and Seal Dust does not think of Cyra who walked into the gate of the abyss, but Cyra will not be like this when she falls, because the heart beating in her body is human, it is her own, not the depraved heart.

"Jill, let's go have some supper, and have some coffee by the way, I don't want to fall asleep at night......" Monica's face was flushed, drunk and sultry, the only thing in this was Jill and Dust.

Jill's fair face is also a little flushed, she is originally the kind of neutral dress, the fitting black shirt, because of the heat of the wine to unbutton the top three buttons, the thrilling white skin and black lace looming, her face is cold, there is a sense of high and magnificent, in the intoxication of alcohol, this neutral and feminine beauty is more sultry.

"Monica has drunk too much, I'll send her back, do you want to go for a supper together?" Jill's black and white eyes looked at Feng Chen, and there was a certain restlessness in it, which was already the most direct invitation.

Feng Chen didn't feel malice from them, and he wasn't a pedantic person, Wine mixed with desire was the best aphrodisiac, so he smiled and said:

"Next time, I'm waiting for a friend today."

This thing that has a bad conscience.

"Okay." A hint of disappointment flashed in Jill's eyes, but it quickly dissipated, so she helped Monica, who was about to fall asleep, to get up, and then approached Dusty and left a soft touch on Dust's face.

"Here we go, seductive Oriental man!" Jill chuckled and waved his hand, then left the bar with his partner, Monica.

Feng Chen watched the swaying two women leave the bar, and he smacked his lips and went back to his place.

Time passed minute by minute, it was past midnight, the noise of the bar became a little quieter, and when Feng Chen was doubting whether he was right, a man walked in through the door, to be precise, the man who attracted all the dark creatures present.

Constance Dante has been running around for exorcism lately, and in the last month there have been a lot of people who want to come to the world through the burning surface of hell to do evil, and looking at the dark creatures who are attracted by his faint hostility, he remembers what Father Henis said when he left the church just now.

"Dante, if you're smoking, don't say go to hell before you can redeem your ticket to heaven."

Disturbed by the dark smell of the bar, Constance Dante looked at all the dark creatures present with hostility, and then went straight to the bar, lit a drink, took out a cigarette, and lit the fourth cigarette of the new day in the flames of the classical lighter engraved with the angel demon motif.

At this time, less than ten minutes had passed since midnight.

"If I get rid of all the dark creatures here, will I be able to go to heaven?" Dante drank from the glass with a blank face, and then he sneered and said no more.

"Cheers?" After constituting a puff of smoke, Constance Dante was reaching out to flick the ash into the ashtray when a man's voice came from him, and when he turned his head, he saw a handsome man in a brown coat with black hair that was neither long nor short looking at him with kindness.

Constance Dante stared at himself, and he was also looking at the protagonist of the entire Hell Detective, the demon hunter, the exorcist, walking between heaven and hell, called "Scum Kang" in orthodox DC Comics, smoking prostitution and gambling, the "dark hero" with all kinds of poisons, John Constance Dante.

But this is the world of Hell Detective, everything works according to this world, and Feng Dust has also considered whether there is a Justice League in DC, and if it exists, he doesn't mind having a head-on fight with Superman Clark.

Is it the trinity of iron and blood, tears and fire that has been tempered step by step from the low-level life level, or is it even better to be a Kryptonian who was born at the high-level life level?

Constance Dante's standard movie configuration, good looks, eyebrows and skeleton like the famous actor named Levi a hundred years ago in the dusty world, he has handsome facial features, black and white eyes, hair of the same color as himself, lips are a little thin, a black coat, a white shirt with an asymmetrical black tie at will, the whole person is a little cold, and he looks at the dust calmly at this time.

Then he twisted and turned back, drinking alone.

Feng Chen touched his nose, embarrassed not to be embarrassed, counting the hundred years, plus he is not married, the only girlfriend separated by a layer of paper is still in the Twelve Universe, the "empty nester" is worthy of the name, this is old, what is embarrassing?

The two of them, one in a black coat and the other in a brown coat, sat at the bar and drank silently, but Dante glanced at the strange guy and continued to drink.

At this moment, a white trail crossed in front of Constance Dante's eyes, and a cigarette fell steadily to one side and rolled to his hand, touching his little finger, as if to say hello, and the sound of sealing dust was heard in his ears.

"Seal the dust, Demon Hunter."

"Funny guy." Constance Dante smiled when he saw Feng Chen's skillful cigarette lighting, he picked up the cigarette that Feng Chen threw to him, lit it skillfully, and spit out a sentence.

"John Constance Dante, just like you."

"No, we're not the same," Feng Chen spat out a smoke ring and said calmly, "I'm not a smoker. ”

"What's that?"

"Bongs."

Constance Dante smiled, the two raised their glasses, and the original unfamiliar barrier was eliminated a lot in front of a cigarette, and then Constance Dante looked at this man who exuded kindness and looked like a delicate face and temperament, and said with a smile:

"Before that, do you want to wipe off that red lip print from your face?"