[Zhongyingmei] The dripping beast has become a fine

The so-called superheroes are like this. Whether they are traditional heroes or new anti-heroes, they must put their own emotional problems after saving and helping others.

Looking at the time, it was already 11:52, and Jason had to postpone the relationship issue for later.

He picked up the camera and went to the rooftop, and when it was 59 minutes, Superman fell down.

The two waited for an entire hour, and it was no surprise that they didn't meet the demon named Foltz on the first day.

"Come every day?"

"Come every day."

That is to say, this kind of days of working during the day and working overtime at night will continue.

And don't know how long it will last.

Well, that's a good fit for Batman.

This meant that Jason was busy most of the time, and Lucilia was about to hatch her eggs.

In the flowerpot, Qiuqiu poked his head out: "What did you just say?"

Lucilia was arranging her clothes in front of the mirror without looking back: "I said, I'm going to play with Jason."

She's used to staying with Jason, whether it's bad guys knocking demons, playing games, cooking, or playing with Jason. In short, she doesn't look up at the ceiling in a daze like she is now.

If Diana were here today, or even Barry, they would definitely stop her.

It's a pity that the only person present today is not so reliable. It's rare that Hal Jordan didn't have a flying mission to pass the time.

"I can't go there."

In a normal human capacity, Hal Jordan doesn't know Clark Kent, and there's no reason for Seaside City's chief test pilot to go to a regular reporter in the Met.

But Lucilia can pass.

"Isn't your temporary status the child of a relative in the Kent family? It's no problem to find your uncle." Seemingly knowing that Lucilia didn't have enough knowledge of human relations, Hal taught him to do his best, "He can also be regarded as your temporary guardian."

Lucilia: ...Why do I have another guardian?

No, do human beings need care so much?

The gargoyle was confused.

She already has three guardians!

That’s not counting the Red Robin’s basically 24-hour online spying.

"It's okay to go," Qiuqiu quietly watched Hal trying to lead Lucilia badly, "Let's walk the dog by the way." The devil's tail twirled and pointed in the direction of the ground.

Bones slept on his back, lying on his belly in Bart's arms. Bart was lying on his side, but his head stood upright, staring at the two humans, like soldiers waiting for orders at any time.

"Bart is so much cuter than a little bat."

Hal sighed falsely, and made a group of little bats with the energy of the green light.Lucilia squeezed one of them casually, crushed the other with force.

Hal: "..."

It's not that he wants to complain, but why is his energy always crushed by strange things?

Is this thing so easily broken?

Hal looked down at his ring, suspicious, and felt the ring's contempt for him.

"Do you want to walk the dog?" Lucilia picked up two sets of leashes.

Bart was unmoved, as if he could do anything, the bone reacted faster, jumped up suddenly, and circled around Lucilia's feet.

Slip!

Lucilia knelt down and put a collar on him, called Bart again, and handed Bart's leash to Hal.

"Will you watch the dog for me when I go to play with Clark?"

"No problem." Hal didn't feel anything, so he agreed.

Both of them wore ordinary casual clothes, each led a dog, and set off.

Qiuqiu lay on Lucilia's shoulder and continued to disguise itself as an ordinary decoration, looking around from time to time.It is rare to see it like this, Lucilia asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"It smells familiar." Qiuqiu murmured softly, "I just forgot who it was."

Will it make Qiuqiu feel familiar?

Qiuqiu is a demon who ran out of hell with her, and what makes it feel familiar must be some kind of existence in hell.

Lucilia released her sensor and circled around, stretching her exploring tentacles as hard as she could, but she didn't find anything special.

On the contrary, Gu Gu rolled his eyes and began to sniff the ground.

Bart was also looking for it, but his understanding ability was obviously not as good as that of Bones. After turning around twice, he couldn't figure out what he was looking for, so he stopped moving with a small question mark.

Hal tugged at the chain, but Bart didn't move.

The intrepid test pilot knelt down, rubbed the dog's neck, then grabbed the dog's face and cupped it in his hands.

"What's the matter? Are you embarrassed to go to the bathroom in front of people?" Seriously.

Bart: ...

Lucilia: ...I'm afraid this kid won't survive two episodes.

Jordan, who has never been afraid of death, still had a great time playing dog face on the premise that he knew that Bart was a demon. Bart didn't show his teeth, and just stared at him silently, with the kind of eyes that care for mentally handicapped children. .

For a three-headed dog who has lived for an unknown amount of time, Hal is just a baby.

For the baby, Bart is still somewhat patient, or just simply too lazy to paw.

It stood motionless, rubbed Hal's face, shifted its gaze, and looked at the ground next to it. It was blank from eyes to head, and there were round and round dots in its thinking, which fully showed its indifference to Hal. .

Lucilia was watching the play nearby, ignoring Bart's "help" gaze.

The only bone that was working seriously found out, with four paws pawing at the ground, trying to move forward, but Lucilia was too strong, and it couldn't move at all.

"Woof!" You should move!

I was so anxious to death.

"Woof!" The man ran away after a while!

In the completely opposite direction of the Daily Planet, after turning two more street corners, Bones stopped at the door of a bookstore. The location was a bit remote, and what was even more strange was that Lucilia seemed to smell the aroma of sweets inside.

Like the clean taste of vanilla ice cream in its purest form.

There is also a pungent smell similar to hospital disinfectant to the devil.

……

It's not what you think, is it?

Lucilia suspects that her memory has gone wrong.

"Yes, it's an angel." Qiuqiu shattered her fantasy, "And it should be from the original batch. There is also a demon..." It raised its head and sniffed the messy information, "These two are really good at hiding. If Not so close, no one will notice their existence."

"...Oh," Qiuqiu guessed who it was, and his face was paralyzed, "So they are still running."

"Who?" Lucilia's head was filled with question marks.

"The unlucky guy who was banished to hell because he shook my hand one more time." Qiuqiu sneered.

Hal was even more stunned when he heard it beside him: "Hey, do you need me to put on a uniform? Little preserved egg?"

Preserved eggs, in the eyes of many Europeans, are the level of devils.

Hal thinks that the stinky little thing like Qiuqiu really fits perfectly with the metaphor of the preserved egg.

Qiuqiu knew what the human was thinking, and narrowed his eyes: "They are not aggressive."

"Lucilia, let me give you a task. If you can complete it, I can promise you an exchange condition that does not involve power transactions."

Lucilia immediately became interested: "What task?"

"After entering, there is a white creature, which is the angel. He likes to eat sweets and all kinds of delicate and ritual delicacies. I want you to bypass that devil and invite him out to eat crepes alone."

"that is it?"

"Yes, it's just that." Qiuqiu replied with certainty.

Transactions that don't involve souls basically don't need a contract, and Lucilia believes in Qiuqiu very much. She just wrapped her fingers around the tip of its tail, pulled a hook, and signed the agreement.

"The dog is in your hands."

There was no sign at the door that pets were allowed, so Lucilia gave Hal the bone leash.

"..." Hal looked at his hands, realized something in a trance, and complained: "I have reason to suspect that you just use me as a post to tie the dog, and the evidence is very sufficient."

Lucilia said "Hey", without giving Hal a chance to refuse, she resolutely got into the bookstore.

The moment the door was pushed open, Lucilia heard a "ding" on her head.

Very traditional doorbell.

When the door is pushed open, pull the lead wire, pull the bell, and send out a crisp greeting.

There were some rustling sounds in the depths of the shop, and a fancy voice complained: "Oh, isn't it? Will there really be people coming to this place?"

"Of course what should come will come." The other voice was more peaceful and soft, which made people want to let go of their guard.

Lucilia got goosebumps.

The feeling of predators.

But the angel who gave her goosebumps felt good, and she didn't know if it was because she had been messing with evil spirits. This angel was not alert to the arrival of natural enemies, but introduced herself very friendly.

He walked up to Lucilia.

"Aziraphale." The angel said with a smile, "I heard that Crowley said about you, the inheritance of that one."

that one?

Who?

Because of the issue of belonging between the two parties, Lucilia couldn't read the angel's mind, so she asked directly.

The ball is puffed up.

Raphael's attention was attracted, and he unconsciously met his eyes, choked for a moment, wanted to say something, but didn't say it.

"Snacks?"

He was changing the subject, and very awkwardly.

The demon also came out, carrying a plate of pudding.

"Crowley." The old snake introduced itself casually, and put down the tray, which contained three servings of pudding, exactly one for each person, "Try it, even poisoning won't kill you."

He pushed his sunglasses and smiled badly.

Lucilia stared at the snake eyes behind his sunglasses, feeling a little familiar.

Crowley was whispering to Raphael.

"I just said it won't work here, look, she appeared." Crowley muttered neither happy nor sad.

Raphael was in a good mood, and said: "It doesn't matter, what should come will always come. In fact, we are just watching an event happen, and it has nothing to do with us."

"Who can be sure."

Crowley hissed softly and glanced up at the ceiling.

That's what the devil likes to do when they rant about God.