[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

The victim's painful struggle and desire-desire ugliness pleased those people, so those people established the Golden Toad Club.They have brought in more powerful and boring people, the game field has spread wider and wider, and their games have more and more tricks.

Today, more than a century has passed, and the original founder has long since died, but the Golden Toad Club has grown stronger with the development of the Internet, and the skillful use of money and power has made senior government officials in many countries become the club's umbrella. Ordinary people's methods became more and more unscrupulous.In addition to thirteen games, there are escape rooms, hunting activities, death auctions and so on.

The wire rope massacre that happened in front of Constantine was the No. 12 test of the thirteen games experienced by the emotionally broken contestants under their feet.In order to get this far, he started from beating flies and eating flies, to frightening crying little girls to desecrate the church, from desecrating the corpses of the dead to sawing off a hand of a living person and making it into a human roll.

He is getting more and more crazy, and he is more and more eager for the final victory.

When he tied the wire rope according to the organizer's request, he didn't realize their purpose.When he realized it, he could have chosen to untie the wire rope, but he didn't.He just stared wide-eyed, as if he had been frightened, and watched the group of motorcycle gangsters collide with the wire rope, and died on the spot with blood flying.

Constantine squeezed his eyes shut.

The evil of human nature is worse than the devil.

In other words, some demons are born from the degeneration of human souls, and natural demons are not so "creative".

"Johnny." Beria raised his hand to caress the human face, and said slowly: "I have locked the network signals of all online viewers and the information of all members of the Golden Toad Club. If you want, they can pay the price immediately. You You can let the human law judge them..." When he said this, Beria's expression carried a little sarcasm, as if the legal sanction was not optimistic, he continued, "You can also let them die in the fire of hell." It's gone to ashes."

Constantine opened his eyes and looked at the fallen angel with a beautiful face and focused eyes.

"Everything is up to you."

Fallen Angels are undoubtedly authentic.

Constantine's eyes fell on the street full of corpses, he was silent for a moment, and said, "Then..."

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Five minutes later, the Los Angeles police arrived and cordoned off the scene.

In addition to the police, the well-informed media also rushed here, holding up their cameras and frantically filming the bloody scene under the obstruction of the police, and witnessing the tragedy, they also captured the two witnesses of the murderer who tied the wire rope on the spot.

In particular, these two are extremely handsome, and they are also rich men who drive an Aston Martin vanquish. How could they not be excited about such a big news worth digging out.

Beria glanced at those excited tabloid reporters indifferently, wondering what kind of expression they would have when they went back to develop the photos but found that every photo was blurred and unusable at all.

It was Constantine's choice to call the police. In the words of his family, they needed an identity that could cut into this big case.

Witnesses were just right.

They were originally witnesses, but they may develop into adjudicators at any time.

Constantine leaned on the hood of the car, and he looked at the Los Angeles policemen who were coming and going to collect evidence at the scene, with scrutiny in his eyes.The memories shared by Beria contained information about the insiders of the Los Angeles Police Department. The captain of the homicide team had been bought by the club, and he would accept orders from the higher-ups at an appropriate time to finish off the contestants.

Even the judiciary, sometimes they are very good at watching people order dishes, and they are very polite when they ask Beria and Constantine about the process of the crime.And the criminal suspect, who was already talking about his emotions and had already collapsed, was directly handcuffed and put on the police car.

At this moment, a black convertible drove into the scene extremely aggressively, with the tires directly pressing against the cordon.As soon as the car door opened, a handsome man in a black haute couture suit stepped down, raised his arms exaggeratedly at a female police officer who was working on the scene, and said loudly: "Chloe, my dear detective, what happened? How could you not call me for such a big case! You know, I am your special consultant for the Los Angeles Police Department."

A capable policewoman with a golden ponytail showed an expression that she couldn't look straight at. She almost gritted her teeth and stared at the man's handsome face. Such a handsome face that could make any woman fascinated, but she just wanted to A punch hit him, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, so that he would not always make trouble for himself.

"You, shut up!" Chloe Deckard, a beautiful female police officer working for the Los Angeles Police Department, clutched the evidence bag in her hand fiercely. She walked towards the man aggressively and said sharply: "Lucifer, shut up! mouth, I don’t need you here.”

"Who said——wait, wait." The man who wanted to tease the policewoman habitually opened his eyes slightly, he even stretched out his hand and pressed it on the policewoman's shoulder, and then said nothing Push aside hesitantly to get her out of the way.

Not far ahead, within the range of the cordon, was the Aston Martin vanquish and two young men sitting on the hood.

Beria, who was staring intently at Constantine, turned his head and met that Lucifer Morningstar.

"Ohhell, look what I saw." Lucifer Morningstar, the owner of LUX, a high-end bar in Los Angeles, a man who has captured the hearts of countless men and women in the upper class of Los Angeles by airborne five years ago, strode towards the Aston Martin vanquish go.He opened his arms, with exaggerated joy on his face that made the onlookers stand on end, and said in an ariad tone: "A, beautiful, fallen angel?"

"Lucifer!" Croy Deckard was going to be driven mad by Lucifer's unrestrained speech. This was a murder scene, and those two were witnesses to the case, and he, Lucifer Morningstar, was a The bar owner, who has seduced the vice-captain of the homicide squad and obtained the qualification of consultant of the Los Angeles Police Department, is obstructing the police's work and harassing witnesses. Does he think she doesn't worry enough?

Chloe Deckard trotted two steps angrily, stood in front of Lucifer again, and said with a very dissatisfied expression: "Lucifer, stop, this time you can't—"

Chloe Deck hadn't finished speaking when she saw the man in front of her put a finger on her lips.Such a frivolous action would definitely be slapped down by Chloe Deckard in the usual way, but at this moment, the words of reprimand that had already reached his lips just got stuck.

"Hush——" Lucifer smiled at Chloe Deckard, his expression looked extremely gentle, but under the mask of gentleness, there was a majesty and indifference that Lucifer had never shown in the past, " Sorry honey, another time, not now."

Why change the time, don't say such things that make others misunderstand, you bastard!

Chloe Deckard wanted to say this, but Lucifer had already grabbed her shoulders and pushed her aside again.

At this time, after Beria gave Constantine a comforting smile, he also raised his feet and walked in the direction of Lucifer.

"Lucifer Morningstar."

Lucifer, the legendary Satan's real name.As for Morningstar, the meaning couldn't be more straightforward, Morningstar.The legendary Archangel Lucifer was once the shining morning star of heaven, and became king in hell after his fall.

This name is simply pointing at the owner's nose and saying that he is the devil of Satan, although no human will believe it.

"Berial, Berial Constantine."

This time, Beria didn't use the fake name Bailey Yar to fool people. He said his real name and used Constantine as his surname when the other party took Morningstar as his surname.

"Cough..." This is Konstantin, who was standing on the sidelines but was surprised by the surname added by Beria's divine words. He choked on his own saliva.

Constantine's strange behavior immediately attracted Beria's concerned look back. Constantine covered his mouth and tried his best to suppress the itching in his throat. He waved his hand at Beria to indicate that he was fine.

"Belia, what a name, just as calm and elegant as you." Lucifer grinned and exclaimed in an exaggerated tone.If you were someone else, when you heard Lucifer explain Beria's name in this way, you would definitely feel that the other party was provocative, because Berial literally means "useless", just like Lucifer, it doesn't look like a normal name no matter how you look at it.

But Beria knew very well that Lucifer was using Enoch to interpret his name.As a Seraphim who once stood in front of the throne of God, the meaning of Beria's real name is naturally excellent, "quiet and elegant", like the blessing of the Creator.It's just that as he fell into hell, the name Beria, like Lucifer, became synonymous with the devil.

Unlike Michael and Raphael, whose names have almost become the first choice of religious families, there are ten or eight Michaels in a place the size of a palm.

"Konstantin, the surname Constantine also has a deep meaning." Lucifer smiled happily, "I heard that a Constantine was having fun with a big guy, wow, I really—live for that Happy to be a guy who looks like a guy after tens of thousands of years. You know, he was so boring before, bitter and bitter, like an abandoned woman who was abandoned by a scumbag."

Lucifer held his heart in both hands, making a gesture of relief.

Beria looked at each other silently. At this moment, he suddenly realized that the Lucifer in this world was different from his always elegant and arrogant brother. He seemed to be...a dramatist?Well, showman, that's how humans describe guys with this type of character.

Beria was silent for three seconds, then said slowly, "If that person knows that you care about him so much, he will be very touched."

The First Fallen must have been so touched that he wanted to kill Lucifer of this world.

"Of course he should be moved." Lucifer nodded logically, then he turned his head to look at Constantine, glanced at his left ring finger, his black eyes sparkled with interest, and said, "What about you, beauty , who are you?"

Constantine put his arms around his chest and said stiffly: "John Constantine, Mr. Morningstar."

"Are you just—" Lucifer was shocked.

"It's just the same name, thank you." Constantine added blankly.He is not so famous in the hell of this world, thank you to every wizard and demon who shocked his name.Oh, he wouldn't be surprised if an angel had that look someday.

The distress of the man of the hour, no matter which world's John Constantine is the same.

"Wow, it's just the same name, but I like your eyes." Lucifer's voice lowered, almost whispering: "Your beautiful black eyes look more beautiful than blue eyes..." Taste.

Before the word "delicious" could be finished, Beria made a wrong step and stood in front of Constantine.He looked coldly at Lucifer in this world, and twelve pure black wings that ordinary humans could not see suddenly spread out.

"Disrespectful."

Beria's voice was extremely cold and hard, revealing the overflowing killing intent.

The former King of Hell who had the same real name as his brother did not gain Beriadin's favorability over strangers, and this Lucifer's rudeness to Constantine made Beria abandon the most basic thing without hesitation. etiquette.In Xuxu's closed palms, the black blade loomed, and pure dark power was flowing on his wings.

"Belia!" Constantine hastily raised his hand and grabbed Beria's wrist. The one in front of him is the former king of hell, and his strength is definitely above that of the first fallen.As for Beria, on the premise of not returning to the state of complete victory, there is really no need to confront Lucifer head-on.

"Hey hey, take it easy." To Constantine's surprise, Lucifer didn't seem to have any plans to fight, and his frown seemed to be full of grievances, "I was just joking with your lover, brother .”

"I'm not your brother." Beria squeezed Constantine's hand and replied without hesitation, "Jony is not my lover, he is my partner!"

"Partner? Bloodyhell, a human...wait a minute, not my brother?" Lucifer raised his hand and made a false gesture to Belial, who was standing tall and beautiful, "You, a powerful fallen angel, The strength of the absolute archangel level, isn't it my old father's newly created good son? Responsible for taking over the mess of hell? I thought he became smarter, this time he directly created a fallen angel, and even saved the steps of going to hell Or is it that you didn't want to be manipulated by him as a puppet, so you also resisted his arrangement? Don't deny your connection with him, Beria, I can smell..."

Lucifer's expression became extremely dark in an instant, and all the previous frivolous, exaggerated, and joking expressions disappeared, leaving only a certain kind of gloomy violence that was eager to break out and desire to break some kind of imprisonment. This might be the real Lucifer.

The lowered voice echoed from the abyss of hell: "There is His breath in your strength, my great, bright, and strong desire to control, father."

Facing Lucifer's sudden soaring momentum, Beria's expression remained unchanged, and he said coldly: "That was just a generous help. I belong to hell, but not the hell of this world."

The author has something to say:

#818Spicy trance king of hell#

Beria: The Lucifer of this world is a showman... The showman is Lucifer...

Lucifer: Please, what expression do you have~

Beria: Help, bro, I can't look at you anymore →_→

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When watching the drama, I found out that when Lucifer Morningstar was translated into Lucifer Morningstar, it felt like translating Black directly into black and White directly into white_(:з」∠)_I’m really not used to such a translation .