[Comprehensive Young Mi] The guy who doesn't pay the rent

Lucia came out from the road in front of the cafe, turned to the street outside, looked around, and waved to an empty car in the traffic.

Saul walked up behind her and asked, "Where are we going now?"

Lucia didn't say a word, watched the empty car drive in front of her, opened the door and got in.

Saul squeezed in quickly, closed the door and sat next to her in the back seat, asking again, "Where are we going?"

"Thanks, Brooklyn Memorial," Lucia said to the driver, who was looking over his shoulder from the driver's seat.

The driver nodded and started the car.

Sol held the hammer, turned his head to look at Lucia who was silent, after a long while, he touched her shoulder lightly with his arm, and said in a low voice: "Hey, Brooklyn Memorial, maybe I know that?"

Lucia turned her head, a look of doubt flashed in her eyes, did he know about the Brooklyn Memorial?

"Do you think I don't know about the Brooklyn Memorial?" Saul seemed to know what she was thinking, and said in a deep voice: "When Steven became a troublesome little bastard, Tony said to help him recall the past, I took him to that place, but" he shrugged, "of course I didn't remember anything." He looked at her and said, "You can't be, I'm going to meet you there..."

"No!" Lucia decisively interrupted the name he didn't say, was silent for a while, and said, "Listen, I know you have to follow out of good intentions, but there are some things that I hope you can temporarily avoid. one time."

"Avoid? For example?" Saul stared at Lucia and asked, "You are going to meet someone now, and then, you want me to avoid it when I get there? That's what you mean, right?"

Lucia looked at him, nodded and said, "Yes."

Sol didn't answer, his brows moved slightly, and he suddenly turned his eyes away, looking at the street view outside the front glass of the car for a long time, then nodded solemnly, and said, "Okay, I understand!"

Lucia raised her eyes and looked at Sol who was staring at the front and stopped talking. She could only see his expressionless side face. Even though she stared for such a long time, he never turned his head to look at her.

For some reason, at that moment, Lucia's heart seemed to be stabbed by his current appearance, and she faintly regretted the request she made to him just now, but she turned her head and bit her lip. He must not be allowed to see Sol, otherwise, it would be really difficult to guarantee that he would not put forward any strange conditions related to Sol because of her request.

Out of the corner of Sol's eye, he saw Lucia looking out of the car window, so he turned his head and glanced at her secretly. When the girl looked at her just now, she seemed to have a guilty expression on her face, and then she seemed to be struggling again. , It's a pity that he can't hear people's voices like Rocky, otherwise, he doesn't have to guess now, why she went to that memorial hall.

Speaking of the memorial hall, Tony said that it was a museum built to commemorate World War II and World War II. In Saul's view, it was a display of Steven's personal heroic deeds.Of course, Steven, who had returned to his adult state, denied his claim.

The taxi quickly drove them to the Brooklyn Memorial in Brooklyn. After Lucia got out of the car, she turned her head and glanced at Saul. She hesitated to speak.

Sol held the hammer and said, "I'll wait for you here."

Lucia raised her eyes in surprise, and stared at Saul who offered to wait. She looked at the busy street, reached out and grabbed his arm, and said, "You are so conspicuous standing here! Come with me!"

Sol was dragged into the memorial by her without any objection, and then she took him into the audience rest area on the first floor of the memorial. He looked at the rest area where there was no one there, and asked with a smile: "Are you worried that I'm in there?" ...Will it get in your way?"

Seeing the smile on his face, Lucia let go of his arm and said, "Instead of letting you stand on the street and be watched, it's better for you to sit here and wait for me." After she finished speaking, she turned to leave.

"Are you sure it won't hinder you?" Saul asked, staring at Lucia.

Lucia stopped, turned her head, met Sol's serious and worried eyes, she smiled slightly, and said, "Do you think I'm that stupid?"

Saul held the hammer and didn't answer. He watched her leave the rest area. He turned his head and looked at the small side hall decorated with the atmosphere of World War II. With a hook on his mouth, he walked slowly in the direction Lucia left. go.

Memorial Hall on the second floor.

Lucia walked slowly up the exhibition hall on the second floor, holding on to the black carved wooden handrail. The deeds and relics of the officers and soldiers who went out, etc.She slowly wandered around the exhibition hall on the second floor, and suddenly, a man's voice sounded behind her: "Oh, Lucia, you are still so eye-catching."

Lucia turned her head and saw a man in a black suit and a wine red shirt standing behind him, looking at her with a smile. She turned to face him and said, "Long time no see, Crowley."

Crowley clasped his hands in front of him, raised his chin slightly, looked at Lucia, and said, "Five years is not a long time."

"Yes, five years is just a few days for you and me." Lucia smiled faintly, "Similarly, when you promised Barron back then, you let Albert escape from Lucifer's prison." The cage, it’s only five years, is the promise of the king of hell so short-lived?”

Crowley raised his eyebrows, looked at Lucia, and asked in surprise, "What did you say? Albert escaped from Lucifer's cage?"

Lucia's smile disappeared from her lips, and she looked at Crowley sullenly and said, "Don't tell me, you don't know about it."

Crowley shrugged and slowly walked towards the side of the exhibition hall. He looked at the board on the wall with the deeds of a certain officer written on it, and said in a rambling voice, "Of course I don't know."

Lucia stood still, looked at him and sneered, and said, "You don't know? Please stop pretending, please? I've known you since you were a kid in a diaper, Do you really think that because you are the king of hell now, I have nothing to do with you?"

The corner of Crowley's mouth twitched, he turned his head, smiled without showing weakness, and said, "Oh, if you want to talk about the past, it's really meaningless, Aunt Lucia."

"Thank you for remembering that I am your aunt, Fergus." Lucia's tone gradually turned cold.

Hearing this, Crowley smiled at her, put his hands on his chest, bent slightly, and said, "Oh, how could I forget that in this world, I have nothing but one who traded me for a pig?" Besides mother, there is such an elegant and charming aunt!"

Lucia folded her hands and looked at Crowley. He was so careless that he even spoke in a Shakespeare-like dramatic tone, and sighed slightly: "You still complain about this? Rowena's behavior, the only thing you are dissatisfied with is not taking You went to trade the pigs, didn't you?"

Crowley squinted and smiled: "Oh? Then what is my dissatisfaction? Aunt Lucia?"

Lucia looked at him helplessly and said, "What you are actually dissatisfied with is that she traded you for too few pigs! You think that your own value has been devalued by Rowena. Haven't you thought that you should be able to exchange five pigs?" Or ten pigs?"

Crowley looked at her blankly for a long time, and said, "So, shouldn't I hate her for this? That stupid, short-sighted woman!"

Lucia remained silent, staring at Crowley.

Crowley put one hand in his trouser pocket, walked slowly in the exhibition hall, his eyes flicked back and forth in the glass display case, and said, "Speaking of which, the reason you want to see me is to reprimand me? ? Aunt Lucia, have you forgotten that I am not the weak and helpless young man you know now?"

Lucia looked at him, was silent for a while, and said, "I haven't forgotten who you are now, nor will I forget who you were once, so I'm only here now, and I hope you can help me...but , before that, what I want to know is whether it is really necessary to ask you for help!" She stared at Crowley and asked, "Ferggs, how did Albert get out of Lucifer's cage? You really don't know?"

Crowley stopped in front of a glass display case, with his back to Lucia, motionless, as if admiring the steel helmet with bullet holes in the glass case.

Lucia looked at his back and said slowly: "Oh, good, you know he's out, so, did you let it out?"

Crowley turned around abruptly, stared at Lucia gloomily, and said hastily and fiercely, "Enough!"

Lucia raised her eyebrows and said nothing.

Crowley's figure suddenly disappeared from her sight.

"I'm no longer the king of hell." Crowley appeared beside her, turned his head, and sneered, "Don't tell me, shouldn't I do something to add a little to the one sitting on the throne now?" A little fun?"

Lucia's face sank, she looked at him in disbelief and said, "Are you crazy?"

Crowley shrugged and said, "Sorry, I released all the villains in hell." After speaking, he chuckled, but he didn't laugh for long, and suddenly turned his head to look at the stairs, frowning and said, "Angel? "After speaking, his figure disappeared in front of Lucia again.

Lucia also turned her head to look towards the stairs. Not long after, a big man was thrown to the ground by Crowley who suddenly appeared.She frowned sharply.

The big man thrown to the ground by Crowley was Thor who was supposed to be on the first floor. He got up from the ground and swung the hammer angrily at Crowley behind him. However, Crowley suddenly disappeared behind him. within the range of his attack, making his hammer miss the air.

Lucia looked at Saul helplessly and said, "Stop it, Saul."

Sol heard the sound, looked up at Lucia, turned the hammer around in his hand, withdrew his hand, and asked angrily, "Where's that guy?"

Crowley appeared next to Lucia, and asked Lucia with a mocking tone: "This should be... Thor, the God of Thunder from the Aesir clan?"

Sol suddenly turned his head, stared at Crowley sharply, and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't see it, you still have a little vision."

Lucia sighed speechlessly and said, "Sol."

The author has something to say: There may not be three updates tomorrow, and today I am a bit hurt, so I will work harder on the basis of ensuring that there will be one update tomorrow.