[Zhongyingmei] Love Diary of the Prince of Hell

For a woman, rich or poor, to be betrayed by her beloved husband is a great tragedy.And that man, who was able to live the current luxurious life by relying on his wife, actually did such a thing, it is simply shameless.

These public figures, no matter how perfect they are in front of the camera, are just ordinary people outside the camera.

The female detective thought she understood Margaret Booth's mood. Considering the next plan to capture Nightcrawler and Mr. Clank, Margaret Booth, a public figure, wanted to maintain her decency. After comforting Margaret Booth, she followed Trevor Kirchner's madness.

If he wasn't crazy, how could he have vowed to shout that all the members of Kajiagogo were killed.

When Trevor Kirchner was brought into this wooden house forcibly, she clearly saw Kajiagogo's people, they were preparing for the music festival at night, the faint barriers in the team before had disappeared, and they were united It's a mess.

Trevor Kirchner is crazy.

Margaret Booth has repeatedly promised to send Trevor Kirchner to the hospital to check his mental condition after the music festival. If they don't send him to the hospital now, they don't want to ruin their music festival.Considering the FBI’s operational tasks at the music festival, the female agent ignored Margaret Booth’s illegal detention. She watched Margaret Booth lock the door of the wooden house without noticing The moment she turned around, Margaret Booth's eyes suddenly became dark and cold.

— Trevor Kirchner, she thinks he doesn't want to live.Very well, she fulfilled him.

Turning around again, Margaret Booth maintained a sad expression and left the cabin accompanied by female FBI agents, leaving the man struggling on the bed here.

Before long, the Nightcrawler, under the direction of Margaret Booth, will arrive here.And she, just being a sad widow is enough.

However, arriving here faster than the Nightcrawler was a white-haired woman in a miniskirt and black leather boots.Anyone who has studied the massacres at Camp Redwood will recognize the woman who dyed her hair white as one of the victims of the 1998 massacre, Montana Duke.

Of course, this is only an official statement. Many people are still willing to believe the words of the camp killer Brook Thompson who was executed a few months ago. This beautiful female fitness trainer should be responsible for that bloody massacre.

But, anyway, Montana Duke was dead, and there was no point in saying too much.

However, is Montana Duke really dead?

Or, is it completely dead?

"Baby, I'm here, I'm here to save you." Montana Duke shouted eagerly through the door to Trevor Kirchner, who was on the opposite side. She lifted a stone and slammed it on the wooden door one after another. Hanging lock.

Behind her, there is no shadow.

***

"This land is permeated with blood, obsession, and resentment." Constantine picked up a handful of dust and twirled it, and Beria said, "The space here is distorted, life and death The laws of the world are no longer clear, it trapped the undead who died here, but it also gave them another form of life."

"Is it some evil god who fell here unwillingly?" Constantine touched his chin with a serious expression.If not, why does this land contain such a strong restraining power? This is definitely not an effect that can be achieved by killing hundreds or thousands of people.

In a sense, ordinary people die when they die, and no matter how many deaths they die, it will not affect the reality, but those supernatural beings with extraordinary strength are different. If one fails, the residual thoughts after death can kill countless human beings.

Beria imitated Constantine's movements and squatted on the ground with his hands on his knees. He bent his lips and said meaningfully: "Johnny, feel it again, you should be quite familiar with this power."

Constantine looked at Beria suspiciously, then he closed his eyes and let go of his mental power.

After a while, Constantine opened his eyes with a strange expression, and said slowly, "... Sandman?"

Of course he is familiar with this power, it cannot be more profound.

"To be precise, it belongs to the Sandman." Beria felt that this world is quite magical. Although the creators are different, some things are common. Is this the inevitability of the law?

Beria held up three fingers and said softly: "As far as I know, the Sandman has three artifacts, one is the moonlight ruby, the other is the nightmare helmet, and the third is the sandbag. It affects the law of life and death in the entire Redwood camp. Either Moonlight Ruby or Nightmare Helmet, when the power contained in a dream is strong enough, that dream can replace part of reality.”

"What is this?" Constantine silently took out a lollipop, this time it was grape-flavored, "The living people are conscious people, so they can freely enter and exit the 'dream', and the people who die here are regarded as People who have slept to death, can't escape from the 'dream' by themselves? And the blood and resentment contained in this land, the Sandman Artifact alone shouldn't have such a filthy effect, right?"

Beria had told him something about the Sandman shortly after he got the sandbag.In the big worldview where heaven and hell are divided into light and darkness, existences such as Sandman can be regarded as false gods.He is not a creation of the Creator God, but more like the laws of the world actively created for the Creator God to assist in work or to fill in gaps. But the Sandman is special in that he was born in the world's first dream, Since then, he is the master of dreams.As long as there are creatures capable of dreaming, he will never die.

This kind of existence that relies on the beliefs of other creatures and has a part of the power of law is called a false god by heaven and hell.

No matter how hostile Hell is to the God who is higher than the Crystal Sky, it is an undoubted fact that He is the only true God in the world.

"This is a nightmare." Beria spread his hands. It is normal to distinguish between good and bad dreams. Sandman's stuff can not only make people have good dreams, but it is also easy to make a person have nightmares again and again. "However, there should indeed be a problem here."

"Bella?"

"You also saw it when I used the sandbag sandbag before, and it has two effects from your previous use."

The same magic item can produce different effects in the hands of different people. Even if Constantine is amazingly gifted and is the best wizard of human talent, he still can't undo the Sandman sandbag, so he can only use that sandbag to make a good job. Dream.But in the hands of Beria, he can use sandbags to construct worlds that are infinitely close to reality, and he can also adjust the time flow between dreams and reality.

Of course, Beria believes that as long as Constantine is given enough time, his Johnny can do the same.

Something that distorts the entire extent of Camp Redwood, as it should.

Constantine nodded slowly, and his voice was low: "So, the person who distorted the law of life and death in the Redwood camp by using the moonlight ruby ​​or the nightmare helmet may have the same strength as you?"

This is not good news.

"That's one possibility, and there's another possibility."

Beria let out a breath slowly, and said, "Another possibility is: that artifact has been polluted. The vision has been distorted to the greatest extent, and even the most superficial use can create such an effect."

"Pollution?" Constantine was a little surprised. After all, it's a sandman's artifact. Is it so fragile?Immediately he remembered something, and muttered to himself: "Yes, it is indeed possible, original sin, isn't it?"

Bella nodded slightly.

It might surprise the human beings. For many alien races in the other world, human beings are both weak and terrifying. This is not only reflected in the blood that can fuse any race, but also in the characteristics of virtue and original sin in their souls.

The virtues of human beings are based on the commandments of the seven virtues of heaven, and the original sins on the body are comparable to the seven deadly sins of hell. These two never appear alone in human beings, but present a state of perfect fusion.In human beings, the original sin that is enough to degrade a bright creature may be just a little innocuous flaw in him, and the same virtue is not so commendable, but when these two qualities are brought to the extreme, the body that is used as protection and shackles fades away. , but the power that can be exerted is comparable to that of a foreign race.

People in the other world know the origin of evil spirits, they are nothing more than those souls full of resentment and obsession after death, but if there is no suitable "fertile soil", no amount of obsession and resentment can make a soul that should have left completely Become a demon.

Now, this land is a "fertile soil" that breeds evil spirits, but in the beginning, the opportunity to turn this land into a "fertile soil" was the original sin enough to pollute the sandman's artifact.

"Ah..." Constantine raised his head and sighed, his protracted voice was full of decadence, "Did you agree that we are here for the concert?"

The place where the legendary perverted murderer haunts has turned into an area full of ghosts. It is not sure who the murderer is, but no matter how you think about it, it will be a big trouble.

"What's the matter with the Sandman?" Constantine couldn't help complaining, "First the sandbag, and now it's one of the other two artifacts. Those things are his accompanying artifacts, right? Are those things important? Why don't you take it well!"

Don't tell him who caught the Sandman and stripped away all the artifacts.

Beria gave him an affirmative answer with his eyes: this is entirely possible.

"Sandman, you can barely have decent strength in the dream, but in reality..."

It's all in it.

Constantine raised his hand to his forehead, he understood, he understood.

***

Beria and Constantine came out of the grove next to the temporary parking lot.

At this point in time, the music festival has not yet officially started. In terms of food, the organizers have already prepared open-air tables.Although the food is a bit perfunctory and crude, many people feel that it is worth the price of admission now. The members of the Kaga Gogo band are mingling around the dining table, talking cordially to the fans whose faces are full of excitement and longing.

Constantine paused slightly.

"Belia, if I'm not mistaken..." Constantine's eyes fell on the lead singer of the band who kept patrolling the fans' throats and hearts, and said in a daze, "That's an evil spirit."

Beria nodded slightly: "Indeed."

Not only the lead singer, but also the drummer and bass player of the band are all evil spirits.

In other words, they were all dead.

died……

Not knowing that the murderer who killed the entire band was actually Richard Ramirez, the night crawler who came here to carry out the massacre, Constantine, who thought it was an evil spirit causing harm to others, was furious.

Kajiagogo has been wiped out, so what about Billy Edo?

My brother's anger is burning.

At this moment, a familiar voice sounded with his unique arrogance and banter.

"Booth."

The handsome man in a haute couture suit showed a slightly frivolous smile and hugged the hostess of the camp.

"Mr. Morningstar." Margaret Booth had a pleasant smile on her face. She recognized this man, the owner of the high-end bar Light Bar, the darling of the upper class in Los Angeles, and the favorite of women.If he died here, in this music festival massacre, I don't know how many girls would cry for him.The heat created in this way can last at least 50 years.

What, the trouble that murder might cause her?

Compared with the follow-up enthusiasm, this little trouble is completely negligible.She dared to plan a music festival massacre without the intervention of someone from the FBI.Now that the FBI intervened, she became even more unscrupulous.

Once the incident happened, she only needed to reveal a little about the infiltration of the fake FBI at the music festival, and she didn't have to explain their mission clearly. One hat after another completely removed her, the biggest victim.

Thinking of this, the smile on Margaret Booth's face became more sincere.

The person who came was none other than the owner of the Bar of Light, Lucifer Morningstar, or should be called Satan.

The corner of Constantine's mouth twitched: "Don't tell me, this one is still not giving up, and is chasing you."

Bella was silent.

"Oh, John, Beria." There was another cadenced call, and Lucifer, who had ended the hug with Margaret Booth, turned to Beria and showed a surprise smile that an insider thought was hypocritical. He rushed over quickly and opened his arms, "You guys are so early."

Constantine turned his head, and Beria raised a finger, touched Lucifer's elbow, and pushed it away with a little force.

"It's heartless."

Lucifer complained.

The author has something to say:

#818 A spicy exorcist who doubts life#

Constantine: Collecting all the sandman artifacts can summon the dragon, ah no, sandman?

Beria: What to call him →_→

Constantine: Dreaming?