[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

When I was picking out the record, someone in the store was discussing this food and music festival. There was no shortage of belittling and mocking of rock music in their words, and they firmly believed in the statement that it is devil music.

This left the king of hell speechless.

There are quite a few demons in hell who like music, and their aesthetics are barely there, but their creative talents are so inferior that Seraph, who played the harp at the creation celebration, would dislike it.

Constantine held a vinyl record in each of his left and right hands. There were so many classic songs by Billy Edo, and Constantine didn't know which one to choose for his autograph.He's no longer a teenager, and he can't bring a stack of vinyl records to ask for an autograph.

When it was difficult to make a choice, Constantine heard Beria's words, which reminded him of some music rumors.Now that it was barely considered to be the master, Konstantin turned his head and lowered his voice and asked, "Don't you have that talent? The crossroads demons, aren't those red-eyed guys very keen on trading with artists and giving them talent, inspiration, success, etc. something?"

In Constantine's view, the crossroads demon can be said to be the best type of demon to summon among demons. Although its strength is not high, it has many means.Constantine often broke their deals, and it was also heard that the leader of the red-eyed demon and other demons placed a large sum of money to reward Constantine's soul.

Later, the matter of buying the murder of the exorcist was settled. Constantine thought that the red-eyed demons on the other side of hell were holding back their big moves, but after the incident with Beria, it was not difficult for Constantine to guess that the red-eyed demons How the demons' bounty plan failed miserably.

"Honey, there has never been so-called artistic talent in the things that the red-eyed demon traded to those human artists." Beria gently stroked the human face with his fingers, and he looked at his human fascinatedly, whispering softly: "Youth , life, money, success, these are really easy for the devil, only talent, the talent of creation is a brilliant spark that only a crazy soul can create, it is something that the devil values ​​but cannot really possess, it can only be obtained from humans. something to seize and possess."

Beria chuckled in the shocked eyes of the exorcist, and said, "Even if they are as greedy as demons, they will not respond to any human call and make a deal. They can summon red-eyed demons at the crossroads and make similar deals." As for the trade of artistic talent, that only proves that the summoner himself has the artistic traits that make the red-eyed devil's heart beat, but humans themselves haven't found the switch to turn it on."

Beria raised his hand, making a small distance between his thumb and index finger.

"After the deal is concluded, the devil only needs to push the human being a little bit, and give his spirit a little madness, which is enough to break the shackles of talent and let the inspiration explode."

"So, what those people lack is never talent, but inspiration." Constantine thought thoughtfully, "What the devil gave traders was never talent, but inspiration. Ha, is this a loophole in the contract?"

Constantine perked up.

"Hmm..." Beria blinked, and decisively chose the latter between the devil's soul trading business under his hands and the beloved human beings, "It is."

When they return to the original world, the business of the demons at the crossroads may be hit again.

Still, who cares.

Compared with the red-eyed demons jumping in anger, the shining black eyes of his human beings are more beautiful at the moment.

Beria thought irresponsibly.

***

December 12rd at 23pm, Los Angeles, California.

"Los Angeles, I know you well." Constantine stared at the roadside buildings for a moment, "tsk" and added: "I'm talking about our Los Angeles city."

The layout of the city of Los Angeles in this world is much different from their original world. The most obvious place is that the apartment building that Constantine rented before with a bowling alley on the first floor is now a Garden Hotel. Constantine has seen the photos , resplendent and resplendent, compared to the dilapidated apartment building in their world.

Konstantin noticed that the food and music festival was a little late on the news, so that after signing up and picking out a vinyl record suitable for signing, there was only one day left until the festival opened.

Gotham City and Los Angeles City, one is on the east coast of the United States, and the other is on the west coast of the United States, separated by the entire United States territory.When Beria and Constantine came to Los Angeles, they took a coincidence and opened a space passage directly. It only took 3 minutes to drive from a road outside Gotham to the Golden State Expressway. After 2 minutes, Enter the city of Los Angeles.

To be on the safe side, Beria did not directly open the space channel in the city, otherwise, from Gotham to Los Angeles, it would be a matter of an instant.On the open space channel, Beria was much more stable than Damian Wayne, and there were no mid-air or retrograde accidents at all.

The opening ceremony of the Food and Music Festival will be tomorrow night, and they will come to Los Angeles one day earlier, and they plan to spend some time in this strange yet familiar city.

Los Angeles is where they once met, albeit a Los Angeles from another world.

"Tonight, we can spend the night in that garden hotel. However, it's still early." Konstantin turned the steering wheel and looked at Beria in the passenger seat with a smile, "My dear Beria Sir, can I invite you to the bar for a drink? Just go to the light."

Constantine is very interested in the changes in Los Angeles, and the Garden Hotel that replaced his dilapidated apartment building is one of them, so he and Beria will spend the night in this Garden Hotel tonight.The Bar of Light that replaced Papa Midnight's bar is the second, so they will be visiting this Bar of Light in a while.

In this world, not only are there many cities whose names he has never heard of and famous family chaebols, but also the situation of the forces in the world makes Constantine both familiar and unfamiliar.

Familiar because he used to have the same name in his circle of friends, and unfamiliar because those guys with similar or exactly the same name not only look different from what Constantine remembers, but also have very different personalities, experiences and backgrounds.

Well, after the John Constantine of this world turned out to be a blond, blue-eyed, white-faced Brit, what else could he expect.

In this world, Papa Midnight's sphere of influence is Manhattan, New York, and his midnight bar is also opened in Manhattan.When Constantine browsed the map, he found that this place in Los Angeles was still a bar, but the name was LUX, and after almost all the customer reviews were five-star, he became a little interested.

"Of course, I'd love to."

Beria's lips curled up slightly.

He used to dislike places like bars, because there were always countless men and women coveting Constantine, but when Constantine admitted that he belonged, Beria calmed down.

Even if Constantine wanted to go to the bar to join in the fun, with him following him, who would dare to reach out.With no worries, it is natural for Constantine to come as he pleases.

While the two were talking, roaring locomotive engines sounded from far to near, accompanied by bursts of laughter, whistling past both sides of the Aston Martin vanquish.

It's the motorcycle party.

The street after nightfall is the favorite of the motorcycle party. They drive on the road to their heart's content, fighting for speed and skill, enjoying the pleasure like the wind.

The last motorcyclist in the team who passed the Aston Martin vanquish didn't forget to turn around and give Constantine the middle finger as a provocation.

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched slightly, he snorted softly, and said to himself, "Youth."

As a new, contemporary, and modern American who didn't even get his driver's license until he was 28 years old, in Constantine's life dictionary, there is no such thing as a madman sprinting on a motorcycle on the highway in the middle of the night.Not before, and never will be.

This Aston Martin vanquish can have it, though.

When Beria dimmed his eyes because of the rude behavior of the boy turning his head and pointing his middle finger, but suppressed the idea of ​​making a move because of Constantine sitting beside him, he heard Constantine snorting and saying: "Look at mine."

As he said that, Constantine stepped on the accelerator, and the Aston Martin vanquish, which was just driving slowly on the road, finally showed the speed it should have as a super sports car, drawing a dark red lightning bolt on the street at night , Straight towards the group of motorcycle gangs in front.

Constantine, who had never driven a car before, gripped the steering wheel tightly. He was a little nervous at first, but as the speed of the convertible sports car continued to accelerate, Constantine obviously found the joy of extreme speed.He frowned slightly, couldn't help raising his voice, and said to Beria beside him, "It's quite interesting, I think in the future..."

Before Constantine finished speaking, there was a scream in front of him, and then something splashed in their direction.

Konstantin stepped on the brakes almost subconsciously, and the screeching sound of tire friction echoed on the slightly empty road.Immediately afterwards, Beria on the side raised his hand, and the black hellfire suddenly formed a barrier, blocking Constantine.

In a few seconds, there were screams ahead and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground. When the seat belt restrained Konstantin, and the inertia made him lean back suddenly, he was supported by the hand stretched out from the side to remove the force. Everything that happened ahead is over.

Constantine finally saw what it was that had nearly spilled all over him.

is blood.

On the windshield was blood sprayed by the night wind.

"Bloodyhell!" Constantine blurted out. He yanked off his seat belt, put his hand on the door, jumped out of the car, and ran forward.

The place 30 meters ahead has turned into a hell of blood.

The severed head, severed arm, sprayed blood and flying flesh made it hard to imagine that this was a group of fresh humans five seconds ago.What caused the murder was a steel wire rope hanging on both sides of the road, and there were even some pieces of meat hooked on the rope.

The full moon hangs high in Los Angeles tonight. There are bright street lights on both sides of the road. The visibility is acceptable, but the diameter of the wire rope is only 1cm. Normal walking may not be able to notice the existence of the wire rope at the first time, let alone a locomotive driving at high speed. .

When the fast-moving locomotive collided head-on with the tight and tough steel wire rope, the rope instantly turned into a steel knife, cutting off the parts in contact with the flesh and blood with incomparable sharpness.Even if the people behind noticed the horror ahead, it was difficult to stop the car for a while, and they just hit the "guillotine" in front of them.

This is a premeditated massacre.

Is it the work of the devil?

"Johnny." After the slight vibration of the wings, Belia landed in front of Constantine, and with a flick of his hand, the heavy object fell to the ground.

Is a middle-aged man.

The man was wearing a cheap suit and was unkempt, looking like a homeless man with no meals.But at this moment, his eyes are frighteningly bright, fear and madness are intertwined on his face, his body is shaking like chaff, but his emotions are extremely excited.He didn't notice at all what it meant to be teleported to Constantine by Beria. He had already fallen into his own world, repeating in his mouth: "I did it, I really did it." I did it hahahaha, I am a millionaire now, I am rich haha..."

Constantine was out of breath. He grabbed the other party's collar suddenly, lifted his body halfway, his black eyes were cold, and he said sharply: "Do you know what you have done?!"

Seeing the other party's emotional collapse, this is obviously not the emotion that a perverted killer with many battles would have, so why?

Why would a seemingly ordinary person suddenly become so crazy?

"I..." The man's eyes slowly turned and focused on Constantine's face. His eyes widened, and he was a little dazed, but the corners of his mouth were always raised, and he murmured: "I don't know what to say." What did you do? I... woo..." The man burst into tears with a smile, his voice was extremely shrill, "I killed people, I won, I killed them... Ha ha ha woo woo..."

Constantine threw the man on the ground heavily and kicked him hard.

"madman."

"Johnny." Beria said, his tone was cold, "Someone is watching here, monitoring the streets through this highway."

While speaking, Beria had let go of his perception and strength. While faking the scene to confuse the roadside monitoring equipment, his mental power connected to the wireless network connected to the monitoring equipment, and followed the signal of the stolen roadside monitoring all the way. Without digging out the memory of the half-mad man under his feet, Beria traced back to the source and learned the cause and effect of this massacre.

"Human..." Belia, who opened his eyes again, whispered in disgust. When Constantine frowned and looked over, he leaned over and touched Constantine's forehead, sharing the huge memory he had sorted out with his humans. .

Constantine was instantly covered in ugliness poured out of the evil of human nature.

This is a game that pleases a certain audience group by torturing human nature, torturing the soul, and watching all kinds of ugliness of human beings.All the contestants who were lured by money did not know that when they nodded and agreed to participate in this game, their every move had been live broadcasted on the dark web, bringing more money benefits to the behind-the-scenes organizations.

Because this game has a total of thirteen levels to test, this game is also called Thirteen Games.

Thirteen Games began in Rome at the beginning of the [-]th century. In pursuit of a higher level of spiritual pursuit, a group of people who were too rich set their goals on the same kind of human beings.They use money to lure those downcasts in life step by step. Thirteen game tests, from shallow to deep, lure human beings into the abyss.

This is a human game.

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy driving the exorcist who eventually becomes a psychological shadow#

Konstantin: First time driving, thanks to Damian Wayne, got into an accident.Driving for the second time, I ran into a bloody scene, what the hell... I'm against driving!

Beria: Touch it.