What happened to Isaac?

The escape of a succubus did not affect anyone other than Xavier. The world continued to run. Noisy and upheaval swept across Western Europe. In the island country at the corner of the map, upstarts who were changing at a high speed took turns on the stage. Even non-human creatures Also participate in the competition.

L. B. Xavier III, a young man of bourgeois origin, took over the property accumulated for more than two centuries from his fathers with the same name (all of them himself), and lived a wealthy and comfortable gentleman's life.Unexpectedly, the dream of the Victorian era did not last long. Unfortunately, the factory under Xavier's name was brought back to its original shape by the First World War. As for himself, he was completely caught in the vortex of the war.

The first world war in the Milky Way-Solar System-Earth has attracted great attention from Heaven, and the only entity with power, the angels, are responsible for missions and are dispatched around the world to manipulate the war situation. Xavier, who stayed on Earth and was punished, is of course no exception.

Xavier participated in the Battle of the Somme as a military doctor. He was still in an embarrassing situation because he was still subject to the ban on magic. , he could only stay in the rear, seeing the ladies' fiancés fell on the front line, which became a series of statistics after the war: nearly 6 casualties on the first day.

Countless soldiers were disabled and disfigured, and there were countless seriously injured who failed to make it to the rear. Angels in power faced the life and death of others, and could only do their best like ordinary doctors.

After the war, Xavier received psychological counseling, and all the angels advised him: don't blame yourself, just do your best.No, some people are meant to die, that's what balance is about.

Xavier didn't refute, but he couldn't get a good night's sleep after that.Some strangers appeared in his dreams, which was not scary, but made him depressed after waking up.He is now always drinking tea to reduce his habitual sleep, and sometimes he can stare at the front page of the "Guardian" all day, vaguely feeling that a part of himself seems to have fallen on the banks of the Somme forever.

He tried to apply for a new, complete body, but was rejected.

You are in good health, said the Voice of God, but may need a long vacation, sir.

AD1920? England? London? Scotland Yard.

"Knock knock."

After knocking on the door like a notification, a series of soldier-style footsteps invaded the room, and a well-dressed blond youth walked in handcuffing a bunch of drunk homeless men.

"He's caught." The young man cut to the chase.

"Your efficiency is really high, Xavier." The inspector rushed out to meet him, and before he even got there, a smile appeared on his face.

Hearing this surname, the new police officer pretended to sort out the materials and cast an inquiring look.

Langdon Xavier is one of the private detectives working with the Criminal Investigation Service (CID). He graduated from Cambridge, owned several factories, and participated in World War I as a military doctor.All of the above did not affect him spending a lot of time doing nothing or thinking about anything, just drinking tea all night in front of a newspaper, as if there were 72 hours in a day.

He was young, about 20 or 30 years old, six feet tall, with short blond hair, blue eyes, and handsome but not frivolous—or a little too poised.Obviously it is a good age to enjoy the spring, but that face is dull and dull, full of boredom and fatigue from busy work, and habitually wears a fake smile, it would be better to be expressionless.

"Uh, uh, fuck," the homeless man he was holding suddenly moaned and screamed, "Where the hell is this?"

"Your happy home," said Xavier deadpan, his eyes hard and piercing.In comparison, a fake smile looks better.

What happened?I have to start with the newspaper news that Xavier saw early in the morning.

"A gangster robs a gas station convenience store and drives away." reads the headline.

The specific content of the news said that because the gangster could not open the cash register, he only robbed a cart of snacks in the end, and even opened a pack of tissues in the store without authorization to wipe the tears of the crying female cashier.The bad thing about this incident is that he is a habitual offender. He has repeatedly robbed convenience stores and failed to open the cabinets. He has never robbed money, and his motives are a mystery. Therefore, it is extremely dangerous. Further actions are likely to be taken. I hope the public will pay attention.Attached is a blurry photo.

I don't know where the onion news came from, but Xavier was amused when he drank his morning tea.However, the next moment, he noticed the photo of the "gangster", and the smile immediately froze on his face.

How dare he?

This stupid gangster is none other than the demon Isaac who escaped from Xavier's house with milk and newspapers more than 200 years ago.

This is the first time Xavier has heard from Isaac in 200 years.Before that, it may be that he was too law-abiding, or he was not in the UK at all, so he did not leave a criminal record; and because of the war between heaven and hell, angels and demons were not allowed to communicate in private for a long time, and Xavier had no way of finding him. One can imagine the excitement when I first saw this news.Recalling his seemingly never-ending punishment, Xavier rushed to find the detective, and slammed the face of the red-haired man in the newspaper—this man, I've got it.

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Xavier first sent out his own informants, and indeed found many people who met the requirements, but none of them were Isaacs.One of the young informants had an accident during the tracking process. For several days in a row, the whole person was in a daze with pink bubbles. Men's conversation is useless except to determine a range of activities that may not be effective.Xavier realized that trying to rely on humans to find demons might not be feasible, so he turned his attention to demons again.

As we all know, the devil is easy to betray his colleagues for a small profit. However, I don't know if Isaac is so popular that no one is willing to reveal his whereabouts.

After all the possibilities were unfortunately ruled out, Xavier thought of a person in great pain—that was a jealous man who lived by divination. Apart from divination, he was best at finding people, and he had a weird temperament and was not afraid of offending anyone. Whoever is willing to do business, no matter how you look at it, he is the best candidate.But dealing with jealousy is so scary that you could let jealousy have a grudge against you by sitting on their stool.

Thinking of this, Xavier felt that life was too hard to sustain.No one saw him as a human being at all, even though he really wasn't.So, can social animals working in heaven be called social animals?

With a stomach full of complaints about Isaac, Xavier drove his Chevrolet all the way to the East End of London, got out of the car and walked for a while, bypassed an inconspicuous fruit stand, and knocked on the damp and heavy wooden door with fear.

The door opened at once, as if waiting for a long time.However, what greeted her was not jealousy, but a girl with short blond hair, who exuded a more seductive fragrance than Isaac's. Her voice was as sweet as a bird, and as private as a whisper. close to hear.Xavier's face was flushed, and because he couldn't hear what she said clearly, he had to listen to her nervously and awkwardly. Who knew that there was only a chuckle in his ear, and the succubus leaned forward, his bare arms passing heat through the shirt.

Xavier hastily let go of his hand and stepped back, but it was too late—his back bumped into something as thin and cold as steel. He turned his head and saw a tall woman in a robe, like a falcon The eyes were fixed on him, and the jealous resentment climbed and spread like a mountain.

Even the poor angel's wings curled up nervously.

"The person you are looking for is indeed in the East Side. He has been wandering around for a long time, waiting for a young man with blond hair, is that you?" The voice of jealousy was long and ethereal, completely in line with people's stereotyped impression of psychics, but this was originally It was a voice that could make people relax and calm, but the next words made Xavier break out in cold sweat, "I could have told you his location, but, Angel Xavier, did you just touch my succubus without authorization?"

"Ah?" Xavier suddenly turned his head to look at the succubus behind him who was smiling and smiling, and then turned back to look at the jealous look on his face. Before he could refute, he was grabbed by the collar with sharp claws——

Then kick it out a long way.

"Ah? Ah? Hey! What?" Xavier was kicked to the street, dancing and staggering for several steps, before he barely managed to stabilize his body so as not to fall to the ground.He turned to face the closed door, truly speechless.

Xavier stumbled on jealousy and got no useful news.At this time, his complaints against Isaac reached their peak—while the succubus, who didn't know it, was still fighting with people in the tavern, drunk and dreaming.

"...Haha, fuck it. Who would really be caught by an angel? They're all fat officials," Isaac drank a glass of wine, grinned, and drew a circle on his stomach The curvature of the beer belly, "or silly white sweet."

"Ah!" Xavier sneezed.

It's just a succubus, can't I find it if I try to find it?He walked down the street indignantly, wondering where the succubus living at the bottom might be wandering, and as he walked, his pace slowed down.

Xavier lived in the East End of London during his lifetime, and the accent brought to him here took more than half a century to be polished.When he stepped on the crowded streets where he lived, every speck of dust was different from hundreds of years ago, but it still made him feel like he belonged for a long time.

Old memory led him into a certain alley, graffiti and stains on the walls were mixed together, the houses were tightly packed together, the doors and windows were closed, and only one or two pairs of probing eyes appeared under the windows when people walked by.

Xavier's footsteps were getting slower and slower, and he couldn't recognize where he used to live.Thinking of this, Xavier suddenly felt unusually depressed.

Suddenly, he noticed a dejected man sitting on a pile of wooden boxes at the end of the alley, holding an iron bucket in his arms, just sitting, soundless, like a dirty wallflower.

"Are you all right, sir?" Xavier walked over, smelling the tangy smell of alcohol.It turned out to be a drunk.

"Hmm... hiccup." Hearing the voice, the man raised his head slowly, meeting Xavier's eyes, and the two froze at the same time.

The man in front of Xavier looked like a tramp, with long red hair, tangled strands, hanging down his shoulders, stubble on his face, and drunkenness on his cheekbones and nose. Red; gray-green eyes half dazed, half super dazed.

The problem is—the problem is—this person is a succubus who ran away from his house more than 200 years ago, and the peach-hearted tail hanging on his side is the ironclad evidence.

If Xavier was still just shocked now, then the next action of the succubus reaching out to touch his face in a daze would directly break the string called "reason" in his head.

"How dare you appear in front of me?!"

Xavier grabbed the paw that almost touched his face, and the fake concern face collapsed in a second before it could be put away.He grabbed Isaac by the collar and pulled him off the box, and Isaac staggered, still clinging to the keg in his arms - it was empty, there was nothing, Xavier tried to pull All of a sudden, I immediately received a stare from the devil and a menacing sound of grunting in his throat.

Xavier simply laughed angrily.When he was angry, he was still unbelievably beautiful, but his expression was gloomy, which made the demon in front of him hiccup in fright.

Isaac felt that the blond-haired young man in front of him seemed familiar, and he was quite friendly when he first walked in front of him. He didn't know why he suddenly became angry.Was there any holiday before?

He pondered for a long time, and hesitantly tried with the remaining IQ: "It's not impossible if you must ejaculate inside."

"..." Xavier's expression became even more terrifying.

Uh, it doesn't look like the kind of relationship he thought, so why?Isaac hiccupped again sadly.

The best way to solve a problem is to run away from it.

If seeing a guy makes you panic, don't look at him.

So, Isaac hesitated for a while, and put the small bucket in his arms on his head.

Xavier: ?

"Hey," came a muffled smirk from under the barrel, "Hat!"

As the saying goes, "great foolishness is as wise as wisdom", that is to say, if an act is extremely stupid, it will make people jealous.For example, now, Isaac's operation has completely confused Xavier.Of course, compared to drunks, the angel's IQ is still online. He looked at Isaac with the metal bucket on his head, was silent for two seconds, and then punched him hard on the head through the bucket. Unleash the anger accumulated over 200 years.

"Boom!"

With a crisp sound, Isaac fell to the ground in a daze.Immediately afterwards, Xavier clasped the metal handcuffs on his wrist with lightning speed.

How many angels are dancing on the tip of a needle?At the moment of being knocked on the head, Isaac counted clearly, 42—the answer to life, the universe and everything, and incidentally, it can also explain the boring problems of scholasticism.

The 42 angels holding hands danced ecstatically in his head, and Isaac lay paralyzed on the ground for a while before getting up in a daze.He found that his hands were tied together somehow, and his head was covered with a barrel, so he couldn't see anything, and the resulting confusion and doubts almost overflowed from the barrel.

Xavier heaved a long sigh, with a conscience that bullied the mentally retarded, and lifted the barrel off his head for him.

Isaac blinked slowly.

"Are you sober?" Xavier patted his cheek.For some reason, he suddenly felt that Isaac's face was suitable for being slapped, leaving slightly swollen red marks.Then he felt ashamed because he shouldn't have thought of it.

Isaac blinked suspiciously.

"I'm sorry, but acting like a retard doesn't get you off the hook," Xavier said. "You're under arrest, Isaac."

Not knowing exactly which word hit Isaac's switch, he suddenly became a little sober.

Isaac rolled his eyes, looked at the handcuffs on his wrists, then at Xavier, then at the handcuffs, and shouted in shock: "What? What? Hey, what? Wait..."

"Okay, okay," Xavier smiled brightly—it's better to look blank, "Let's talk about it in the Bureau."

*42: Answers to Life, the Universe, and Everything, from The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy

* Xavier III: Indicates three generations with the same name.In fact, it seems that it should be Roman numerals (? I didn't find it, and I don't understand it. But I can't type it out, so I use the symbols recognized by the input method to replace it.

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