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*Pillagethevillage,trashthescene*

*But better not take it out on me*

*'Cause Aghosttown is found*

*Where your city used to be*

*So out of the darkness and into the light*

*Sparksflyeverywhereinsight*

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"Elizabeth, wax the floor!...Elizabeth, take Jim back to his room!...Elizabeth, how many times have I told you not to go into sir's study!..."

In the City of Angels, the most shabby tavern, the cheapest spirits, the middle-aged rebellion has not yet passed, but the cruelty of the teenagers has already begun.Those troubles of human beings will never have a real end.

Elizabeth, an African-American maid, is complaining about the eccentric family she's serving.

Living in a weird faux-gothic building in the outskirts; servants go shopping once a week; the head of the family called "Sir" never shows up; the sarcastic mistress always likes to dress herself like a bee The slut who attracts butterflies; the "Master Jim" who was born with a disability is 20 years old and still wears a T-shirt with a teddy bear on it...

"Oh my god! If they didn't pay me enough, I wouldn't want to work in that place!"

The maid's breasts brushed against the man.

A tall white man in his early forties, with a long beard and a big blond head shaking, he got carried away with the loud music in the bar and the happy laughter of the women.

"Baby... just resign if you don't like it! I'll take you for a ride!"

The man puffed up his strong muscles in his arms as if showing off, and pointed to the locomotive parked outside with his chin...

Just when the two guys, immersed in their lingering and crazy world, were about to elope together with the money that the employer used for the purchase, a reminder with a thick and ridiculous accent broke the situation. field romance.

"Sir, I don't think this lady can go with you yet. After all, you are lying to her, aren't you?" The owner of the voice was casual but respectful, he stepped out of the shadows, and said word by word, "Just when you stretched out your hand When you get into her underwear, your mind is still repeating 'Mary... oh! Mary! Eat it! Eat it!'...Who is Mary? Is it your girlfriend?"

"I think if you just want to take this poor lady into your car and find a place to rob her, it's completely unnecessary...because..."

"Hey! Have you finished your fucking talk!" The irritable and rebellious man rudely interrupted the lengthy speech, and took a big step forward to look at this little man who didn't seem to know what to do...

The "little man" seemed to be startled, and took a step back in shock.He was a hunchback, thin, and wore a new checked suit and well-polished shoes.In contrast, the tall, muscular punk in the biker jacket with the satanic logo around his neck was aggressive and dangerous.

"He's going to die!" The other guests in the bar watched this conflict with disparity in strength with great interest, and the bloodthirsty and cruel expressions on their faces could not be overwhelmed by the momentum of the whiskey.

"Don't get excited! Don't get excited buddy...I just want to..."

"Go to hell!"

"boom!"

"Dangdang!"

Accompanied by these two sounds, not long after their conversation ended, before the tall white man had time to deal with this overwhelmed little boy, his fist was fixed in mid-air as if he could not move, and then It just fell down for no reason!Broke a bar chair and a few glasses at the next table...

This fall is really terrible!

No one knew what happened to this big man who was barking like a mad dog and showing off his might just now?Loose feet?

"He may be drunk." The little man calmly looked at the unconscious guy lying on the ground. He completely lost his timidity just now, and pushed the pair of heavy myopia glasses that covered most of his face. He stepped over the fallen man, turned him over, and picked up a metal necklace.

Hanging from the necklace is a wide-brimmed ring: 666—Mark of Satan.

"Do you really think this will help? Other than to show you're dangerous?" The little man sounded confused by this, and as he looked around, those evil symbols, the devil's goat's head , the misunderstood pentagram, the naked embroidered badge of the great whore of Babylon...all these seem ridiculous and comical.

"God can't hear you, child... the devil is the same." The little man pushed the glasses frame that slid down the bridge of his nose again, and as the end of this nonsensical farce, he even joked and waited around the bar The "audience" who watched the "good show" bowed slightly, booed all around, and people seemed to be sorry that they didn't see him being beaten all over the floor, begging for mercy—what a pity!isn't it? !

"Ma'am." The little man walked towards the maid who couldn't react for a while, and said cautiously, "I think we need to have a good talk... about..."

The bar once again returned to its usual appearance.

After the little man whispered a few words to the maid, the maid suddenly became very uncomfortable and even fearful.She closely followed the little man in a suit and tie out of this dilapidated bar that was incompatible with them all.

……

"Alan Mara Jayaraman②?" Elizabeth was pinching a business card in her hand, on which was printed the name, position, and the man's name and contact number of a certain newspaper. "Jayaraman"... what a weird last name.And what is "Mara"?She looked suspiciously at the man in front of her.

"Oh, I'm from Karnataka." The man smiled gently, trying to appear as considerate and approachable as possible, "The purpose of my trip is definitely not to hurt you, please trust me , Lady Elizabeth."

"But you don't look like an Indian." Elizabeth still maintained her guard. After all, the current situation is that she is the one who has been told all the secrets and threatened.

"I was born there." The man seemed to have nothing to explain. He approached Elizabeth, took her hand gently, and said in a deceptive tone, "You have to believe me , Elizabeth." This time, he didn't speak in that reserved way, but called her by his first name.

His English is a bit of a mouthful, with an awkward and descriptive theatrical style. His sticky tone seems to be flirting. The accent is indeed very Indian, and it seems to have a little London accent. In short, it is neither fish nor fowl, but teaches People can't help but listen carefully to every word...

"I believe you," said Elizabeth at last.

If anyone passing by notices her eyes at this moment, they will find that her pupils are muddy, lax, and without brilliance, as if possessed by a demon!

Indeed, she did meet a demon.A genuine one.

The author has something to say: ①Excerpt from Pantera's CowboysFromHell.

② Jayaraman is an Indian surname. "Mara" can be translated as "Mara" and is a surname.At the same time, it is also the meaning of Mara, which comes from Indian Buddhism, and it is the sixth god of the world of desire as the demon king. (The name is actually a small joke, implying that this "Alan·Mara·Jayaraman" is not an ordinary person, but a devil.)

◎This chapter is Chapter 1 of the sixth volume (the last volume) of "False". From then on, it will start and end with the way of person switching.And the use of No.1 name will give a hint before the chapter, which character it belongs to.

◎“*” stands for music.