The blood on the ground hadn't dried yet, and Xia Wumeng didn't say much about Okita Soji's appearance that he could cut the enemy down without hesitation and act as if nothing had happened.

In fact, he didn't feel anything himself, maybe the original body's feelings were relatively weak, so that he didn't feel at all when this died here.

However, it is not suitable to have a corpse in a good coffee shop, and Okita has already helped himself a lot just now, so it is suitable for him to dispose of these corpses.

Skillfully took out a large black garbage bag from under the counter, and then used a little strength to stuff the two halves of meat on the ground into it, the strong smell of blood was a bit rushing, at least Xia Wumeng did think that this smell was not good.

Compared to the garbage on this street, this smell of blood is already a very good concoction.

In this way, Xia Wumeng threw two large black garbage bags on the top of the trolley, then pushed open the door of the café and walked to the trash can in the back.

Speaking of which, there is never a shortage of garbage bags in this store, but there is still a little difference, and the original body is still marked at this point.

The garbage bags with the red label are for the disposal of corpses, the white label is for kitchen waste, the yellow label is for daily life waste, and the black label is for toxic and hazardous waste.

For this strange way of garbage classification, Xia Wumeng is still a little unaccustomed, after all, before crossing, garbage is garbage, garbage classification, non-existent.

Xia Wumeng, who was wearing a peaked cap and a black mask, walked to the back of the coffee shop, and after looking up to check if there were any cameras nearby, he threw the garbage bag into the trash can.

The green garbage can has the word "Sanitation" written on it.

At this time, a voice stopped Xia Wumeng.

"What did you just throw in, generous gentleman?"

Xia Wumeng looked back, and an old homeless man was staring at the garbage bag that Xia Wumeng threw in.

There was basically nothing in the trash can, and of course, what Xia Wumeng threw into it was the only thing.

Valuable garbage will be picked up by homeless people, leftovers are not inedible, and some people can even get some scrap metal or something from it to fool people.

Don't be so afraid, it's close to Hell's Kitchen, and the homeless have the rules of the homeless, they'll reassemble the useless junk to at least make it look like it's usable.

If anyone can find half a cigarette and an unfinished beer, oh! All I can say is that he was so lucky, and those things were enough to make the other homeless people envious.

And this homeless man, Xia Wumeng's memory also has some general concepts of the other party.

The other party often comes to his back kitchen to find leftovers to eat, although Xia Wumeng opens a coffee shop, but occasionally he will do some three yin treatment or something, and even for a while he was thinking about whether to change his career to sell fried chicken, after all, fried chicken is cheap and full.

But then the original body gave up on that idea, because it would be too tiring.

It seems that the former Xia Wumeng is similar to his current self, and they are both guys who hate trouble.

"It's not something you should do with it, at least the next day there will be a gang to collect his body, of course, if you want to be a test subject for some big company's human experiments, I won't stop you, after all, a living poor ghost is much better than a pile of scrap meat."

Hearing Xia Wumeng's words, the homeless man dispelled his thoughts, after all, he didn't want to get into trouble, and most importantly, he couldn't afford to mess with him.

Whether it's a big company or a gang, it's worse to mess with them than to die.

The homeless man finally chose to leave here in a gloomy way, after all, there is a fried chicken restaurant not far away, and he may be able to find uneaten bones by rummaging through the back kitchen.

Xia Wumeng clapped his hands and planned to push the trolley back.

And at this time, a well-dressed guy in a suit and leather shoes appeared in his sight, and the only incongruity was that there was nothing on the other party's face, and it should be said that the other party's face could not be seen at all.

"I don't think I've seen a big man like you myself, do I?"

Although I don't know who the other party is, the scene around me has also changed.

A red place, an endless storm swept through the city, and anything that Xia Wumeng could see with the naked eye.

"Welcome to hell! I don't know why the visitor who was supposed to go to hell a day ago is still there, but it's time for me to finish what I didn't do. ”

As he spoke, a pair of wings appeared behind the other party's back, and the pitch-black wings were so conspicuous in this crimson hell.

The suit on the other party's body also began to be torn by hideous bone spurs, and the leather shoes he was wearing had already been torn apart by the huge bone claws.

"That's not a gentleman at all!"

Xia Wumeng faced such a guy and said his thoughts.

Another voice came from behind him.

"Sir, at least I'm on the same page as you are for now."

As soon as the voice fell, a violent explosion sounded in Xia Wumeng's ears.

After the intense fog cleared, a guy in a trench coat stepped out.

"Isn't there something wrong with me on the set today! First a homeless man, then a devil, and finally a guy with a shotgun who can come to hell. ”

The other man has a shotgun in his hand and a cigarette in his mouth.

It seems that the other party's cigarette has just started to smoke.

"It's you again, you damn fellow, bullshit exorcist, the most despicable liar Konstantin, you dare to take the initiative to go to hell, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to return to the human world in your life?"

The demon's speech made Xia Wumeng also white, who was this not tall guy in front of him.

Famous...... The notorious liar, exorcist, and master of the dark magic, John Constantine, once did the ruthless man who split his soul into four parts and sold it to a different demon.

It's basically not a good end to be friends with him, and he belongs to the kind of guy whose teammates kill him.

Being able to meet such a guy, Xia Wumeng didn't know whether to say that he was lucky or unlucky.

"Hell bastards, you have committed something outside the rules first, and you casually drag a person into hell, which is not allowed by the rules."

Konstantin's voice was calm, he was not afraid of what trouble this demon would cause him, and he himself had been on Satan's blacklist for an unknown number of times.

The demon was about to say something, and suddenly he turned and took off.

"John, I'll get it back this time, and the guy over there, although I don't know where you came from, but the devil remembers you, wait to go to hell."