Los Angeles, rainy season, four p.m.

The long streets are filled with hairy rain lines, and Los Angeles residents are accustomed to this kind of weather at this time of year.

Columbia Avenue is a bit of an archaic building compared to the modern city, it can also be said to be a classic and full of history, here every piece of wood bears the traces of time, most of the shops have a bell hanging on the door, as customers enter and exit with a crisp sound.

There are all kinds of people on the long street, there are men in suits and leather shoes hurrying across the road, there are also leading children to walk a family of three to go home in a hurry, there are also gray-haired old people standing on the side of the street who seem to come out to breathe, there are also tall and powerful guys with various tattoos on their bodies walking by in twos and threes, and then in a certain alley you can see an unlucky guy dumped next to the garbage heap.

Los Angeles is one of the most diverse religious communities in the world, in addition to the people who live here, there are also a variety of religious groups, in the Westwood area of Santa Monica Avenue there is also the largest church of saints, which is the largest Catholic stronghold, followed by many large and small churches in the second largest city in the United States.

At the end of the long street, a man in a brown coat with a black umbrella walked slowly, and compared to the environment that has changed beyond the face of the earth, it feels like he has returned to the era in which he once lived.

Peaceful, quiet, orderly, and full of the flavor of the past.

The pressure of the umbrella is very low, so that people cannot see the original appearance of the person who is holding the umbrella, and you can only see the whole picture of him when you pass by.

This is a delicate and well-defined oriental man, he always has a smile on his face that makes people can't rise to disgust, plus his handsome appearance is also a guy with a unique feeling.

Feng Chen, wearing black pants and a pair of leather shoes on his feet, had been wandering the street for nearly thirty minutes.

Of course, it wasn't idle, he found that he liked the peace and tranquility of the environment, and everything here made him inadvertently think about whether there would be a guy on the other side of the ocean, also called "Sealed Dust", but he wouldn't look for it.

Maintaining this ethereal feeling is a process of enjoyment.

So, the drizzle, the black umbrella, the cold and noisy environment made him feel extremely comfortable, he looked up at the skyscrapers, and then looked at the old shops around him with curiosity, like a child discovering a new world.

"It's such a world, but hell and angels are hidden in the world......" Feng Chen stopped and looked at an ordinary man crossing the street with a strange smile.

The white man, who looked about forty years old, was somewhat bald, wearing a red-colored coat and faded jeans, looked left and right as he passed the zebra crossing, and hurried down the alley.

Feng Chen looked at the white man with interest, in his eyes, this white man's body was surrounded by a black aura, this aura was extremely familiar to him, it was the smell of depravity, and then in the black aura, an ugly and disgusting monster phantom flashed.

"This world has the will of the world, and the angels and hell cannot directly pass through the will of the world to reach the human world, so they can only bypass it?" Feng Chen muttered to himself, he asked, but more disdainfully.

Demons can't come directly to the world, so they have to come with the help of human bodies, but heaven is different, and heaven seems to be able to intervene directly in the world.

"Yes, please remind me when the mission is released in twenty-four hours, I'm going to drink."

The bald man in Feng Chen's sight disappeared at the end of the alley, and he walked over, crossing the zebra crossing, Feng Chen looked back at the ordinary humans who seemed to come and go, he felt that sometimes it was really good not to know, at least he didn't have to worry about whether his friends around him were humans.

The road of the alley is not as flat as the asphalt road outside, it seems to be paved with stones, full of potholes, a small puddle of water reflects today's somewhat gloomy sky, and the alley is a little chaotic environment, it seems like two different worlds from the outside.

"Pungent smell." Sealing Dust stopped at a green iron gate, and what he thought was a pungent smell was emanating from the iron door, which was not strict at all.

The smell of depravity is hardly as pungent as Feng Chen's words, on the contrary, it is extremely tempting, if it is not tempting, how to seduce human beings to fall, this smell is like a drug, smell the marrow, it will give you a feeling of unstoppability, this feeling is hidden in the shadows, inadvertently teasing you, making you think that everything you do for this is taken for granted, and you are accustomed to it.

That's the scariest thing.

Feng Chen stretched out his hand to open the green iron door with some mottled paint, and there was a space that was almost black, like the corridor of the old building in that era of Feng Chen, narrow, and full of rust smell, in the basement, revealing a faint red glass light.

"That's all the depravity?" Feng Chen looked at the red light and suddenly felt a sense of irony, like the row of shampoo rooms he used to pass by when he came home from school, it was this kind of red light.

However, the red light here tends to be darker, which can arouse the most primitive desires in the heart.

Bars, fine wines, women, and marijuana.

On the basement floor stood a burly, fierce and vicious strong man, estimated to be more than two meters tall, with bulging muscles under the black vest, tattoos on two shoulders with teeth and claws, and a pair of sharp and unkind eyes staring at Feng Chen.

Darlan had never seen such a face, the people who came to Midknight's Bar were some regular customers, and he had never seen such a guy dressed so formally to come to Midknight. However, because of his position, he still did his duty.

"Wait!" Darlan saw Feng Chen walking straight inside, he hurriedly stretched out his arm as thick as an adult's thigh, and said to himself: "Sure enough, it's a raw guest." ”

"You have to guess the pattern behind this card to get in."

Feng Chen looked at this strong man with five big and three thick feet holding a card that was not as big as himself in front of him, and felt a little cute, and then he only glanced at it and said:

"A dog shit with a three-edged fork, and two children cooking porridge."

"I'm sorry!" Darlan looked serious, "You guessed wrong, man. ”

"I didn't guess wrong, man, you have two cards in your hand."

Darlan looked at Feng Chen suspiciously, rubbing his fingers, sure enough, it were two cards, but the first one was a demon with a three-edged fork and an abominable face, and the second chapter was two demons stirring a black cauldron against a red background.

"Sorry, I still can't let you pass, man, you guessed wrong." Dalan stared at Feng Chen, what shit and children, he felt that the oriental man in front of him seemed to be smashing the field.

Midknight is a barbed of abnormal humans, with all kinds of guys, pure and evil satanic believers, demons living on human bodies, demon hunters from ancient families, or half-werewolves, vampires, ancient and powerful dark magicians, and all other guys who live in the dark world, Midknight belongs to the neutral camp, like a free city, it gives these dark creatures who can't come to the table in the human world a place to completely relax, and Dust never seems to show contempt, But the words that come out of the mouth are undoubtedly full of naked provocation.

"Okay, how can I get in?" Sealing the dust stall, he shrugged helplessly, he didn't come to smash the field, the main quest was still a whole day away from the release, and he had nowhere to wait.

"Darlan, what's going on?" At this moment, from the entrance to the bar on the right, a tall black man came out, wearing a black straw hat made of the rhizomes of some kind of plant, wearing a plaid shirt, and a bouquet of unknown beige flowers in the upper left pocket of his chest.

"Daddy Minay, this man is going to smash the field!" Darlan glanced at Feng Chen, and then said respectfully to Mina.

Minai is a head taller than Feng Chen, his black and white eyes show a hint of doubt and sharpness, he can hold up this magical bar naturally has his ability.

Minai is a legend in the black world, he swears that he is neutral, and his own power is also a mystery, no demon or angel dares to hit him on the head, this bar owner who can't even see his age seems to be wrapped around two black breaths, and these two breaths can't be seen by the dust.

There are thousands of worlds, there are no wonders, and sealing the dust is not omniscient and omnipotent.

"Where are you from?"

Minai could feel that this man was a little weird, and he couldn't tell what kind of man this man belonged to? Believers in Satan? Or some angel in human skin, or some kind of hybrid vampire?

"East." Feng Chen said with kindness.

"Well, I'm not going to find out where you came from, but you have to follow my rules here, and no one can cause trouble here! You can ask what happened to those unlucky guys! Guy from the East! ”

Minai squinted her eyes and looked at Feng Chen, who nodded and smiled: "I'm not here to cause trouble, I just want to wait for someone." ”

"Who?"

"John Constance Dante."

Minai glanced at Feng Dust inexplicably, and asked with a hint of vigilance, "What are you looking for Dante?" ”

"I'm a demon hunter, and John has been famous for a long time, so I want to ask him about exorcism." Feng Chen's face did not change color, and his heart did not beat, and his face was sincere.

"Listen, I don't care what you do, but remember, don't get into trouble!" Minai gave Dusty a warning look, turned and walked into the bar, Dusty shrugged at Darlan and stepped back into the bar.

The Midknight's Bar is similar to most bars, with dimly lit environments, intoxicating lighting, the smell of booze, and a depraved atmosphere, and it differs in the evening.

At this time, it was not yet five o'clock in the afternoon, the bar was quite quiet, and there were almost no people, only a few bartenders were busy with their own affairs, and when they saw that there were customers coming in, they didn't take the initiative to come, so they swept their eyes and walked towards the bar.

A hundred years ago, if he was given a choice, he would choose those quiet places and hate those noisy environments, but now, if he was given a choice, he liked them all, and he could feel quieter in the noisy environment.

After ordering a few bottles of wine, Feng Chen sat down at the card position in a corner, hung his umbrella on the armrest, and looked at the group of bartenders disguised as humans, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he believed that he could wait for Constance Dante tonight.

Because this guy is a smoker, at least thirty cigarettes a day, as for why he chose a bar to wait for him, isn't that nonsense?

Tobacco and alcohol are not separated!