"Very well, good friend, what is there that you want to give me for safekeeping? As I would like to mention, I don't have a lot of dangerous items lately. ”

Lucifer, who had taken a glass of wine from the bartender, said.

Looking at Lucifer, who took a sip of whiskey in front of his eyes, Xingle smiled, leaned over to the bar, and asked for two glasses... After the milk, he said:

"That's right, I'm not here to ask you to keep it for me, I'm the kind who wants to make a deal with you, barter."

As he spoke, Xingle held the package in his arms and gestured to his trading items, and if he wanted to talk about what his friend liked the most, it was 'trading', 'trading is trading', which was his motto all along.

And Xingle said, why don't there be more of such conscientious traders in the world?

"Oh~! There's something to trade, right? I am very welcome. ”

Lucifer looked at the package in Xingle's hand, smiled, and then reached out and motioned for Xingle to open the package, so that he could see the contents of the package, so that he could evaluate the price of the item in his heart.

"Look, this should be to your taste." Xingle opened the wrapped paper, revealing the outer packaging of an old wine bottle, which made Lucifer's eyes light up and said in surprise:

"Wow~ It's really unexpected, a bottle of Lafite, 72 years old, I like it."

After taking the wine bottle in Xingle's hand, Lucifer nodded with satisfaction after taking a closer look, and then asked Xingle:

"Okay, friend, what do you want? Uncle Lucifer will give it to you, as long as Uncle Lucifer has it. ”

It seems that Lucifer has decided to accept this deal, after all, a good bottle of wine can still satisfy the demon.

And Xingle also hopes that this deal with the devil can be completed, the problem is... This so-called transaction, in terms of value, is unequal in Xingle's heart.

"Lucifer... What I'm going to change is Bashomu's venom. ”

“！！！” When Xingle calmly said the name of this item, the smile on Lucifer's face immediately retracted, and then there was a somewhat jealous look, because what Xingle asked for was much more dangerous than a nuclear bomb.

"......" Then, Lucifer looked at Damian, who was also sitting at the bar, drinking milk, but also observing the star music and their communication, and made a look at the star music, which means, a more private space.

After Xingle realized, he thought for a moment, and then thought about some of the things that had happened when they came, and then turned to face Damian.

"My answer is, no."

Without waiting for Xingle to speak, Damian rejected Xingle's idea with a look of resistance, wanting to get rid of him and do it alone, no way.

But Xingle smiled, and then said:

"Damian, have you forgotten how I taught you the purpose of the firm?"

Speaking of this, Damian said this reluctantly, because this is what Xingle taught himself, about the service tenet of private detectives, although this is very disliked by Damian.

"That's right, the third sentence, 'live up to the entrustment', is not to live up to the deep meaning of the entrustment, since the principal has a part that he doesn't want to be known, then it is a personal entrustment to me, so... I can only exclude you. ”

Xingle was a little apologetic when he said this, but this is the admonition motto of their detective agency, accept people's money, eliminate disasters for people, handle things for clients, and at the same time not let clients be troubled and hurt, this is a detective, the most basic quality.

If you can't even do this, then Damian shouldn't think that he can surpass Han Xingle.

"But this is obviously a deal."

"I know, but our chips are not heavy enough, so we can only do things according to the old rules, and I will make an order for him as a condition of exchange, so that we can exchange at the same price."

Xingle still persuaded Damian bitterly, and he also knew Damian's temperament, so there was a way to relieve Damian's boredom.

"If you feel lonely and bored, how about I give you a 'little commission'?"

"If you want me to run errands and buy a boxed lunch, I'll really beat you."

Damian threatens Xingle with a sense of crisis, he already makes himself very unhappy if he wants to be isolated, and if he lets himself run errands again, it will be even worse, but this time Damian is wrong, Xingle wants Damian to do it...

"Listen, outside the Light Bar, there's a group of people following us outside, and they may come in at any time, and your task is to put them all down before they come in, and then wait for me to come out, okay?"

Xingle smiled and said the content of the mission, but Damian was a little moved, because it was equivalent to saying that there were several stalkers following the two of them, and the subtext that Xingle wanted to let him go was... Someone can beat me up.

"Any other news? Number? Gender? Height or something? ”

"Can't you do it without that? Just hone your basic skills as a challenge and a trial, leapfrog him boy! ”

Xingle urged Damian to say yes, because then he could happily talk to Lucifer about their 'unknown' secrets.

And the most surprising thing is that Damian really wants to follow Xingle's brain circuit, especially when he was in Gotham, he didn't have a good hand addiction at all, and now he urgently needs some people who don't open his eyes to beat him.

“... What are the rewards? ”

"Don't think about drinking anything that disturbs your dad's mind, wait until you win."

Xingle had a little head that Damien wanted to trouble, and then in Xingle's gaze, Damien touched his head dissatisfiedly and walked out by himself, but thinking that someone could relieve him of his itching later, these dissatisfaction was suppressed by him.

"Oh my God, kid, you're really good at coaxing children, I know a child, she's naughty, can you help me 'tame' it?"

"From your mouth, I only hear the smell of crime." Xingle replied to Lucifer, he had a hunch that if he really agreed, he would definitely end up with a gun on his head.

"But the kid looks familiar... It shouldn't be my son, right? ”

Sure enough, all humanoid self-propelled cannons will worry about this kind of thing, especially after the humanoid self-propelled cannons are bound, they will feel an inexplicable fear of what they have done in the past.

Albeit... Xingle didn't know this, but it didn't prevent Xingle from wanting to talk about some hot topics, such as:

"Of course he's not your son anymore, Mr. Devil."

Xingle said this with a smile on his face, and even if he told the truth, Lucifer finally took a sip of whiskey comfortably to calm his mood.

But what is good to die or not is Xingle's next sentence:

"He's your grandson."

"Poof————————!!! Very well, a sip of whiskey has become a fountain spit out of the devil's own mouth in Xingle's words, and it has also become an outward manifestation of Lucifer's inner 'groove'.

"Hahaha!!" And looking at this scene, Xingle smiled very unkindly, laughing very cheaply, so cheap that people wanted to punch him.

.............................

Ding——————! When the elevator arrived, the door opened, and Xingle walked into the room in the upper building of the Bar of Light, holding his stomach and still laughing, and the embarrassing figure of Lucifer wiping his face with a towel.

This is Lucifer's room, which has been renovated into a home room from the original high-end private dining room, and there is a private bar that is larger than the nightclub below, so it can be said that it is a somewhat luxurious residence.

Here, you can also see a side of Los Angeles, and it really has to be said that Lucifer really knows how to enjoy and luxury.

After Xingle finished laughing, he noticed that there was a lady here with a wine glass, and when he looked at it, it was a lady with a good temperament.

The style of wearing is more casual wear, some of them look a little old, you can see that this person is to a certain extent, very stubborn, the blonde hair is not very shiny like Carla, but it is very neatly tied into a ponytail, and the dress is a little conservative, you can see that this woman has a certain characteristic.

And... This woman, there is a smell that Xingle has smelled annoying.

"Lucy, when are you going to change your taste? With a policewoman? ”

Xingle put on his face, and after making sure that he would not be rude to others, Lucifer wiped his freshly wet face, coughed, and said to Xingle:

"What? Didn't I email you? This is Detective Chloe. ”

And hearing this name, Xingle's face was stunned, because...

"Isn't that the heroine of your fantasy? You mean... Is she a real person? ”

Xingle blurted out this sentence, which made Lucifer's face collapse, what is the heroine of fantasy? I've told you so many deeds, and they're all real people.

"How could I send you something? And yes, Detective Chloe is a real person, and what I'm telling you is a real person, so why would you think I'm sending you... What about my fantasies? ”

"Uh... First of all, your storyline is a bit of a follow-up, I mean... Angel, a nightclub owner, actually went to investigate the case with a Los Angeles police detective and became a police consultant? And this detective became the child that your father ordered your brother to bless after he arrived? How do I think it's not a fantasy. ”

"Uh... Excuse me..."

At this time, Chloe interjected into the interaction between the two, and then asked with some interest, saying:

"Lucifer, why didn't you tell me, you know... The famous Korean star music, that... Handwritten sci-fi, kicking Darkseid's... Han Xingle? ”

At this moment, a strange picture was generated......