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Crowley seemed to have expected that Ying Zheng would come.

Before Ying Zheng could find his residence, Crowley took the initiative to wait not far from the commercial street.

The devil with red half-long curly hair sat casually on a bench by the side of the road, holding a pumpkin-shaped lollipop in his mouth, waiting boredly on the side of the street that should have been bustling and crowded but now only deserted.

"Human inferior industrial saccharin smell." Crowley caught a glimpse of Ying Zheng coming out of the bloody business district from a distance, but he didn't respond.He neither got up nor greeted Ying Zheng, but took out the disgusting lollipop, glanced at it and threw it into the trash can beside him.

But I don't know if it was because he was distracted and lost his aim. The lollipop hit the trash can with a "boom", and then rolled to the ground.

Crowley heard the sound and looked over.

At that moment, the plants next to the trash can trembled.

With a serious expression, Ying Zheng handed over the business area that had not been completely controlled to Shang Yang, and then he was going to go to the bar where he often met with the devil Crowley, and ask the people in the bar or the homeless nearby to find Crowley's location.

But just after he took a few steps, he saw the demon's particularly conspicuous figure under the streetlight, which was incompatible with the chaos and madness around him.

Before Ying Zheng walked up to Crowley, he saw that the devil actually bent down to pick up something on the ground, and then threw it into the trash can with great solemnity.

Ying Zheng: "?"

"Although I really want to ask you out of politeness, do you need my help? Recently, I have heard so many science popularizations about demons and dark creatures. There are really few demons who are willing to abide by the human order. In order to throw garbage So solemnly, you are the first one I know."

"But Crowley, before that, I still want to ask you a question." Ying Zheng asked seriously, "Did the strangeness in New York City tonight be caused by you?"

Crowley slowly stood up straight, his vertical pupils, which were obviously different from humans, were as cold and dangerous as snakes: "Young man, how much do you know about demons?"

"We are depraved sins, filthy sludge and enemies of God the Father. We are cruel and tyrannical, and every word we say is a lie to lure human beings into hell."

When Crowley lowered his voice, it was like a cold snake making a "hissing" sound, jokingly wanting to see humans fleeing in panic.

The handsome demon asked Ying Zheng maliciously: "I said it wasn't me, can you believe it?"

However, to Crowley's surprise, the boy didn't express any hesitation, and nodded firmly, his trust in him seemed to be taken for granted.

Ying Zheng's light golden eyes looked at Crowley seriously, and he was so sincere that he couldn't bear to refuse: "Then Crowley, tell me who caused the tragedy tonight, and where should I find it?" .”

Crowley: "???"

He blinked frantically, unable to understand what the boy in front of him was thinking: "No! I'm a devil! I'm lying to you! I'm crazy to tell you the truth—even if I know That’s right, that’s too un-demonic.”

Ying Zheng smiled calmly at Crowley.

"Because of dark creatures, human beings have suffered heavy casualties. I wonder if the angels will get the news? If the crime was committed by the demons of the country, I don't know if the angels of the country will travel across the country to deal with it?"

Crowley: "..."

The red-haired demon was speechless.

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In the past, every Halloween, the whole New York was brightly lit, lively and bustling without any worries.

Children revel in new toys and candy, couples embrace each other's arms for dinner and feel the festive spirit, and people dress up in all kinds of scary ways to get praise and cheer instead of fear.

But in New York at this moment, the lights are dim and pale, and there are no people on the deserted streets, only the occasional yelling from nearby houses and street corners.

Tonight is blood and lust.

"despair."

"despair."

"despair."

The young man walked leisurely from the end of the long street, his shadow stretched out by the cold street lamps.

There are still pieces of blood plasma embedded in the cracks between the bricks and stones of the street, and they are still shrinking under the cover of shadows.There is no trace of any human beings or traces of the body on the street, as if there are countless bloody mouths to swallow all the "evidence".

In the moonlight, the buildings cast a shadow on the side of the road that the boy walked on.

Countless black mud twisted and swirled under the shadows, extending the darkness towards the boy.

The creature in the shadows grinned wide, imagining the deliciousness to come, and threw itself at the boy's slender ankles.

But the next moment—"Ah!!!"

The thing only had time to scream, before it was reduced to ashes under the golden light.

Ying Zheng lowered his slender eyelashes indifferently, shaking off the dust all over his body.

Golden light spots scattered and floated around him, and the rest of the guys who were about to move shivered and retreated quickly.

He looked up at the bar in front of him.

The letters "mstar" shone with faint blue light, still hanging brightly in the silence.

Under Ying Zheng's coercion and lure, Crowley, who took the initiative to find the business district and wanted to tell Ying Zheng some news, readily gave Ying Zheng the information he knew.

"I told you before that demons are a general term. Besides me, there are countless demons in hell, and there are also demon lords who have been fighting for thousands of years to compete for the favor of the lord of hell. .”

"Yingzheng, I'm not a demon of the main war faction - how interesting humans are!" Crowley sighed: "These inferior but excellent creations have been surprising me for thousands of years, rock and wine are their greatest inventions .”

"But other than me, other demons don't necessarily think so."

Crowley said with a half-smile, "I'm not the only one who left China for New York recently. Although I don't know who came from that faction, I can tell you where you can find him."

"As for me..." Crowley took out a skull-shaped lollipop from his leather jacket and sucked it into his mouth, mumbled: "I don't want to stay with those stinky guys, I wish You are lucky, Ying Zheng."

"—If you unfortunately die at dawn, if you still have a body, I will help you collect the body for the sake of our getting along well recently."

Crowley turned around and walked in the other direction, waving lazily with his back to Ying Zheng: "As for now, I'm going to my old friend's rock party."

The devil acted as if he really came here just to pass the information to Ying Zheng in a leisurely manner.

But even when people in New York were in a state of insanity and he was isolated and helpless, Ying Zheng still set off fearlessly for the "Morning Star" bar given by Crowley.

Crowley, who hid himself in the shadows, watched Ying Zheng's movements in silence, then made a serious look, and dialed the phone: "Are you crazy! Conservatives, those old antiques that should have rotted in the volcano long ago, you put Didn’t they think about the consequences when they came out? That one is in New York, why did you not think about it? I heard that angels are also frequently appearing in New York recently. If something goes wrong, you will blame yourself Solve it, I won't work overtime for you."

A deep laugh came from the other side of the phone: "Crowley, your righteous appearance that considers human beings makes me wonder whether you are an angel or a devil. As for what you said... do your own tasks well , mind your own business, Crowley."

"You know how Hell deals with traitors."

……

Ying Zheng was not interested in what Crowley was going to do.

Even though Crowley was a demon, Ying Zheng never felt any malice towards himself or humans in him.

After receiving abnormal news from people in New York one after another and witnessing the horrors of the business district, Constantine happened to call Ying Zheng and tried to get the name of the demon from him again.

"It's time for you to give up those meaningless fantasies about demons, Mr. Ying Zheng, it's time to tell me that name. Names are part of the power of demons. Now I'll find acquaintances to find a way, maybe there may be a chance."

Anxiety was buried under Constantine's hoarse voice: "Don't let your stubbornness kill yourself and the people in the whole city."

Under such doubts, Ying Zheng laughed softly.

Then he hung up the phone regardless of Constantine's call.

Ying Zheng didn't think Crowley was the culprit for all this.

On the contrary, he thought that the other demon that Crowley pointed out was the target he was looking for.

With straight legs, the boy was about to walk across the street to knock on the door of the bar.

"Sometimes I wonder if you are not a human being, but a close relative of a dark creature, that's why that demon told you so much." Constantine's hoarse voice suddenly came from behind.

The man's long black trench coat was rolled up in the night wind, the cigarette between his lips was half burned, and he walked from the depths of the alley, the only light was a little red light when the cigarette was burning.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows: "I thought that at this time, you would get together with those acquaintances you trusted and could do nothing but worry."

Constantine didn't hear the sarcasm hidden in Ying Zheng's words, but walked up to him and stood still, raising his chin at the "mstar" signboard.

"I asked all the people I know who live on the mysterious side for a long time, and it took a lot of effort to get a position. But seeing Mr. Ying Zheng like this, there is much more information than I know."

Constantine said lightly: "A child who didn't even understand demons and angels not long ago, has made rapid progress in a few days. He not only has a lot of research on the mysterious side, but also has the trust of demons? Such an illogical story is so fake. I don't even need to check it out."

"But I did listen to another sentence of yours." Constantine looked sideways at Ying Zheng: "Tell me, devil is a general term—isn't there only one devil in New York?"

"You are also a demon."

Ying Zheng smiled lightly, skipped Constantine, and walked towards the Morning Star Bar.

"Then stick to your world, Constantine."

Without waiting for Yingzheng to touch it, the bar's heavy special metal door "squeaked!" slowly opened.

Two waiters with stiff faces came out of the door, and saluted Ying Zheng respectfully but rigidly.

"Boss has been waiting for a distinguished guest for a long time, please—"