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Los Angeles.

It’s hard to imagine that in the 18th century, this was still a desolate land. The Indians ran here, thinking they could live on this ownerless land forever. But they are wrong, because nothing is eternal, not even freedom.

The Mexicans came, the Americans came, they took over the land, they claimed the land.

Farmland turned into small towns, and small towns expanded into cities. In the vicissitudes of the fields, this land has long lost its original appearance, and there are no traces of Indians. People have built their own cages and trapped themselves in them with civilization.

It is the City of Angels, but as we all know, there are no angels here.

But from one day on, there was a demon here.

However, he never admitted this, he just said that he was Lucifer Morningstar, an observer, a businessman, and the last adherent of liberalism.

A castle without doors stands on the busiest street in Los Angeles. Its gray stone walls have no gaps and no decorations. Perhaps for many more people, the castle in their eyes is just a nightclub full of frivolous desires. , but to those who could see through the vanity, the castle was holier than Jerusalem in their eyes.

Or maybe those people see a light in their confusion, they need an answer, and they think they can find an answer there.

Unknowingly, more and more people gathered here. They looked at the tower at the top of the castle, and they talked a lot. Some of them believed that the Creator was there, and only the chosen ones would enter.

But in fact, only those who are tired of today's world will enter the castle, and they never come back.

Gradually, it became a famous attraction in Los Angeles. Even if no one knew why and what they were looking at, after all, it was just an ordinary building in the photo, but there was always something different in all the narratives. The place.

It seems like the castle is always changing, just like the city of Los Angeles, or just like the world.

nothing is forever.

John Constantine was sitting in front of a coffee shop on the street. He leaned on his seat and turned his head to look at Lucifer's castle. He asked many people, and he also saw some people walking into the castle. He also didn't get the answer. The answer you want.

However, Constantine knew one thing - he was not welcome there.

One day ago, when Constantine was trying to climb the wall and get in from the tower above, a bolt of lightning struck down and he almost turned into a black ash to nourish the Yankee land.

Constantine curled his lips, took a puff of cigarette, and when he blew out the smoke ring, he saw two sneaky guys.

That's nothing surprising. The doors in this castle are like magnets, attracting all kinds of people, not just humans, but also monsters, gods, elves, monsters, or angels and demons.

Without exception, they will not fight to the death here. They are more like refugees, simply holding together to find a way to enter the castle.

So, those guys are refugees. They know that there is an ark in Lucifer's castle that can keep them alive, another universe, a new world and a new creation that will not be affected by the destruction of the current universe.

But they found the wrong method. Flattery and the previous flattery did not work at all, but that was their nature. They were much stupider than humans, which was also the reason for their decline.

Constantine rolled his eyes and suddenly smiled.

I'm a fucking idiot too! There were so many two hundred and fifty dollars waiting for me to cheat, but I had to figure out how to pick the lock myself.

Only then did Constantine stand up. He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards two thin men and women in non-mainstream attire with a cigarette in his mouth. In the process, that ungrateful smile always hung on his face, which reminded him of those days. When he was still in a band, he always won when he cheated money for drinks in bars. Even though he was bruised and bruised, he was still very happy, because whoever got angry or couldn't afford to play, was the fucking loser.

The youth of X eggs, ha!

"Hi, guys! Are you here for sightseeing too?" Constantine waved enthusiastically.

The two guys' eyes under the dark sockets looked at Constantine with extreme vigilance, and neither of them answered.

But Constantine smelled a bad smell, or it was like the rotten smell of walking into a seafood market.

Not a demon, but still a piece of trash that can kill a thousand swords!

"Someone came in yesterday." Constantine stopped next to the hedgehog-headed man with colorful dyes. He also turned to face Lucifer's castle. He held a cigarette in his mouth and got closer, "An old man, and... There was a woman wearing glasses. Did you know? The old man was a priest, and he appeared in the newspaper a few days ago. I remember it absolutely correctly, that guy was a wanted criminal."

Both men turned to Constantine.

Constantine wasn't lying, he was telling the truth, and what he was best at was adding fuel to the fire.

"But that woman... um... looked like a teacher. Yes, definitely a teacher. The woman burned her backpack and her clothes. She ran in and put on her clothes as if she had returned to her mother's womb. Past that wall." Constantine pointed at the flat gray wall, "You should take a look, that was so eye-catching yesterday! A lot of people started to imitate it, but they all hit the wall. . But they have nothing to lose, at least for the rest of the time, they like to be so honest with each other, until the police take them away."

"You...see what?" The man opened his thick lips. He finally couldn't help but chat, and a fishy smell spurted out from the man's mouth.

Constantine resisted the urge to vomit, he grinned, and then raised his eyebrows, "Ah... maybe, man! I'm a regular visitor here, and I like to observe these people! Don't you understand? Here's The real attraction is these people, not the castle!”

"You mean the castle?" The man couldn't help but stretched out his gray-skinned arm and grabbed Constantine's arm.

Even through his clothes, Constantine still felt an icy chill, and he also glanced at the fish scales on the guy's arms that were obscured by complicated tattoos.

Two monsters from the sea.

"Can't you even see it?" Constantine asked pretending to be surprised.

The man and the ugly woman looked at each other, and they quickly shook their heads.

"Ah... you haven't even crossed the most basic threshold." Constantine shook his head pretending to be regretful, "But that's not bad, you know that the castle will drive people crazy, it is an unsolvable A puzzle for which you don't get the answer. So, goodbye, guys!"

"Wait a minute!" The man did not let go, but held Constantine's arm hard.

Constantine looked back at the man, looking confused.

"Can I buy you a drink, buddy?" the man asked in stilted English, grinning, showing his disgusting rotten teeth, "We really want to see that... castle, is it inside this place?" Is there really any way?"

Hooked.

It was so damn easy!

"That's fine, don't come here in vain." Constantine grinned and pointed behind him with his thumb, "I know a seafood restaurant! The fish stew there is amazing! Do you like octopus sashimi? I, he Damn I love it!”