"It's fine." Feng Chen's fingers swept over, the lip prints on his face suddenly disappeared, his pair of finger bones were slender, and the skin was so delicate that even women were jealous of it, it was hard to imagine that there had been countless times when such hands had supported a bloody path forward.

"So, something to look for me?" Constance Dante couldn't see his expression, he was very British, and with that handsome appearance and unique temperament comparable to a little white face, it was difficult to think that this man who was a little older than Feng Chen was doing the business of a demon hunter.

"Peer exchanges, I recently encountered a troublesome matter." Feng Chen picked up the glass wine glass with a cigarette in one hand, and under the soft red light, the glass and the light blue wine inside reflected the dreamy brilliance.

"You say, why are heaven and hell clinging to the earth?"

"Esoteric question." Constance Dante's thick, neat eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he reached out to snuff the cigarette into the ashtray.

"Don't ask me this question, Mr. Feng Chen, a demon hunter from the East, I exorcise demons out of my liking, and I do this because I like it."

With an inexplicable smile, Feng Chen looked calm, and took out two more cigarettes, one for himself and the other for Constance Dante, Constance Dante did not light it directly this time, but took out a pack of red and white soft cigarette cases from the pocket of his black coat, and threw one out of it for Feng Chen.

"You can try it in a different taste, old smoking gun."

Feng Chen did not refuse, he lit the cigarette that Constance Dante threw at him, and after taking a deep breath, the smoke enveloped his delicate face, and he spat out a sentence from it.

"You're older than me, and your lungs can't stop your snib."

The bartender, who had been bowing his head at the bar to mix drinks for the guests, looked up at the two smoking guns sitting in front of him, revealing a trace of helplessness, and said in his heart: "Smoke, smoke your two old smoking guns." ”

"Do you know how to heal?" This time it was Constance Dante's turn to be calm, his eyes showed curiosity and doubt, this world angels and hell coexist, and the demon hunters from the ancient mysterious place in the east may have some special means, maybe they can help him delay some time.

"No, but you can see it." Feng Chen shook his head, he didn't know how to heal, "However, you're still smoking like this, I admire you, Dante." ”

Dante's expression was calm when he heard this, but Feng Chen could feel that some hope in his heart had dissipated, and Dante then smiled, this smile was a little helpless.

Maybe it's the temperament of Feng Chen's body, or the same demon hunter, or the same smoking gun, the strange estrangement between the two is gradually disappearing, of course, there is alcohol.

"How much do you smoke a day?"

"More than thirty."

The corners of Feng Chen's eyes twitched, this guy completely ate cigarettes as food, and then Dante took a sip of wine and said, "Since I was 15 years old." ”

"It's a miracle you're still alive." Feng Chen said mercilessly.

"Forehead......" Constance Dante smacked his lips, he glanced at Feng Chen and smiled: "You are really unkind." ”

"After all, when you eat a bowl of rice, your advice is always against your ears, and I just arrived in this city recently, so I don't understand some of the rules." Feng Chen stretched out his hand to light Dante's fire, Constance Dante spit out a puff of cigarette, looked at Feng Chen and said: "Rules, there are no rules, there are many little ghosts here, and you need to look left and right when walking." ”

He always seems to be preoccupied, so that he always exudes a trace of decadence and coldness, and since he was a child, he can see those terrible things lurking in the world, and not everyone can hold on.

"It's always humans who look around, not angels, not hell."

Constance Dante nodded approvingly, and the two chatted casually, and at about two o'clock in the morning, the ashtray in front of them could no longer hold cigarettes, and there were only two people left in the whole bar.

"So, what are you doing here? I mean, there's so many hidden guys in this part of Los Angeles, and it's dangerous, so why do you come all the way here? ”

"Walk and walk." Feng Chen smiled freely, what he said was the truth, and the task world was not set by himself.

"It's just ......" Feng Chen took a sip of the wine in the glass, revealing a hint of annoyance, which happened to be seen by Constance Dante.

"Just what?"

"I'll tell you the truth, if I don't do my job, maybe I'll have to sleep on the street." Feng Chen said with a cigarette in his mouth.

Constance Dante was silent for a moment and said, "Man, I have a job, will you do it?" ”

"Do, why not? I'll do anything if you give money! A hint of joy flashed in the depths of Feng Chen's eyes, it was only a dozen hours before the existence of the release task, and in these twenty-four hours, he couldn't do nothing, right? And the existence of released missions does not have to be related to the main line, although Feng Dust has long forgotten the plot of Detective Hell, but there is still the most obvious main line in this movie world, that is, Constance Dante.

Therefore, it never hurts to interact more with these protagonists, after all, this movie is called "Hell Detective", not "Detective Seal".

"Tomorrow at three o'clock in the afternoon, Chinatown, I'll wait for you there."

"No problem." Feng Chen nodded, and at the same time said silently in his heart: "The main quest will be released almost tomorrow afternoon." ”

So the two of them wiped their drinks dry, and after saying goodbye and leaving, they were left with only two ashtrays on the bar that had spilled cigarette handles.

"It's two or two human smoking guns." The bartender frowned and cleared the bar, then walked towards the bar, passed through an aisle and pushed the door open.

The room was even more smoky, the black boss in a casual plaid shirt, Minay with his feet on the desk, he looked like he was contemplative, the small black rounded straw hat was buttoned diagonally on his head, the whole person was calm and serious.

"People are gone?"

"Daddy Minay, the Oriental man is gone with Constance Dante." The bartender replied carefully.

"Didn't make any trouble, did you?" Minay didn't see a trace of tiredness, but instead his eyes were like a torch.

"Nope."

Minay didn't speak, and the bartender nodded slightly before turning to leave, when a man appeared out of thin air from the black couch leaning against the wall.

"Minay, what do you think of my little proposal?"

Baldasha is an image that cannot be seen with human eyes and can never find faults, he looks like a handsome and dashing gentleman, neatly dressed in a pale yellow striped suit without a trace of wrinkles, with a small handkerchief folded over the upper neckline, meticulously combed hair, a tall nose, deep and charming eyes, as if there is a world hidden in it, the corners of his mouth always evoke a charming and affectionate smile, and at this time he appears out of thin air with a wine glass and sits on the sofa.

On the contrary, Minay did not give him a good face because of this guy who exuded affection and even a little temptation, he wandered between darkness and light, he was once a witch doctor, and he could see through Baldasa's disguise at a glance.

"Baldasha, I'm neutral, I can't accept your proposal." Minai shook his head, he knew what Bardasha wanted to do, it was an extremely evil proposition, and the consequences were serious.

"Mina, I have unlimited access to the human world and hell, and my proposal can bring you greater benefits, why, don't think about it anymore?" Baldasha stood up and paced slowly around the room, the crisp sound of his black shoes falling on the floor and the sound of his footsteps was so regular that every time his heart beats, the footsteps sounded, and the next time he did, you would feel your heart beat with the sound of this guy's footsteps.

The devil's little trick to control a subtle but advantageous start can make you more profitable.

"Baldasha, Midknight has always been neutral, neutral at the beginning, neutral in the end, I don't care what you hell wants, and likewise, you don't point fingers at Midknight! Also, put away your boring tricks. ”

"I'm sorry," Baldasha bowed slightly with a smile, "Minay, you know, demons are born like this, and you think that if you open the gates of hell and completely connect humans and the hell world, it will be the footsteps that shake the world!" ”

"You're crazy, Satan isn't as crazy as you!" Minai gritted her teeth and said that if Bardasha hadn't come to Midknight as a customer, Minai would have swept him out of the house.

"Thanks for the compliment!" Baldasha smiled coldly, and when he saw that Minai was no longer silent, he turned to leave.

In the empty lounge, Bardasha looked back with a hint of a scheming smile.

"Manmon, the great son of Satan and the ultimate source of all evil, Bardasha has made sure that Minay will not meddle in this matter."

Space seemed to stand still, except for Baldasha, a hoarse sound echoing in his ears, like the evil whispers of hellish demons.

"Baldasha, your wickedness pleases me, my stupid old dad is old, it's time for him to roll down from his position as the Lord of Hell, Baldasha will give us a new dawn......"

"Tomorrow, I will arrange for a chess piece to break through the limit and descend into this world." Baldasha reached out and picked up a bottle of wine, and then poured it into the void, the crystal pale yellow wine seemed to freeze in weightlessness, the shapeless wine was suspended in the air, Baldasha was like a hungry fellow, his eyes burst with a terrifying evil, and he raised his head and licked the wine in the air greedily.

"Bardasha...... My most faithful servant...... I'll reward you ......" The whisper in his ear slowly faded, leaving Baldasha greedily sipping his drink.

"Servant? No, no, no, I'm just loyal to evil, extreme evil......"

"Mina's absolute neutrality is the greatest guarantee for us to carry out our plan!"

"People's hearts, and want to remain neutral, and want to sit firmly in a high position, how can there be such a good thing, haha......"

Then Baldassa's figure disappeared into the bar, and everything returned to normal, leaving only the shrill laughter of nonchalance, full of mockery.