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One o'clock in the morning, writing a manuscript.

Two o'clock in the morning, proofreading.

Three o'clock in the morning, take a shower.

At four o'clock in the morning, writing...

Boring background, boring job, boring clothes, boring looks.

Boring! Boring! Boring! ...

The party is at its hottest moment, and the starlight rippling in the water reflects from a certain angle/reveals the true face of the corrupted night.It is undeniable that everything with a beautiful appearance cannot completely cover up the more emptiness and more vanity it brings to people.

Now, at this phantom party of ours, men and women, well-dressed.A private yacht with three cabins - this is the arena for today's party.When the hopelessly smug humans leave the shore, the game begins...

As a private detective, Oliver Ivan (Oliver Ivan) was bored and leaned against the fence on the second floor of the yacht, thinking sourly.These rich people... really have plenty of time!As an undercover agent, I would be bored to the point of mold, but what was even more boring was the guy I wanted to monitor...

"Alan Mara ayar...aman?" (Alan Mara Yarman) He couldn't help raising one eyebrow, struggling to spell out what kind of surname was it from India or Spain.

As far as he knows, this Alan is simply an ordinary guy among thousands of immigrants. He came here with his parents when he was a child, and graduated from a university that was not very popular when he grew up. He doesn't have any bad habits, let alone any hobbies... Now, this boring guy works for a small newspaper, and he specializes in reporting some gossip to catch people's attention. He is a group of sensational clowns...

"Boring!" Ah!Oh, God!Who can tell him what this sluggish fellow has to watch?

Oliver's eyes caught up with the figure of the person who was also holding an exquisite and expensive crystal goblet, but who was out of place everywhere in this place—this little man, whose figure and appearance were not prominent and memorable, was 27 years old this year. No girlfriend, let alone a boyfriend, every day besides work is still work.Occasionally he would go to the small bar below the apartment for a drink...and then go back to work.

Even though this little guy seems to be working hard, it is obvious that he has no future at all, no education, no talent, and no background.There is not even a single deep friend in such a big city.Behavior is weird and withdrawn, doesn't like to speak, and is introverted to a mess...

"Trash..." He was still chasing after the little man's back, observing meticulously due to his duty.For example, when a tall blond stunner walked past this guy, this lustful man only dared to cowardly turn his head and take a quick glance at the beauty's thigh...

For example, when the waiter brushed past him with champagne of an ambiguous color, he looked like he wanted to stop but didn't dare to stop... "Idiot! Don't even dare to take the initiative to get a drink!" Even Oliver, who was a bystander, felt angry and sad for him...

For another example, now.

"Hey! Alan! How are you doing?" The man walking towards him raised the wine glass in Yang's hand to Alan, striding forward, looking very enthusiastic.

This person is his high school classmate, Benjamin Hume (Benjamin Hume).A truly successful person is not only wealthy, but also an excellent banker.In comparison, Oliver has to admit that some people are born to stand at the top of the pyramid, while some people—such as his stalking objects—are destined to remain unknown.

"I...I'm fine..." Look! Oliver rolled his eyes secretly.Such a coward can't even speak completely!

"It's just that I'm not used to this kind of occasion..." Alan said matter-of-factly.On the other side, Oliver, who had been observing him for a long time, couldn't help but wonder, what kind of environment could cultivate such a yes guy?

"Haha! It's okay, you can get used to it in the future. Let's go, I'll take you to meet a good friend!" The successful and handsome Mr. Benjamin didn't care too much about the crampedness of his old classmate, but was more enthusiastic.He stepped forward and hugged Alan's shoulders, and patted him, showing a very friendly and intimate look-this made the gap between the two of them more obvious and the contrast strong.One is a tall, strong and handsome man, wearing an expensive and decent suit, not very formal, but very respectful.The other was much shorter, with a thin body, and his face was sickly pale and weak due to long-term irregular life and staying up late...

I can't tell he's an Indian! — Oliver thought boredly.

"Come on! Alan! Don't let go! He is very nice, didn't you tell me last time that you want a piece of news?..."

The voices of Mr. Benjamin and Alan were a little far away, and Oliver quickly followed up pretending to be idle, always hiding himself in a safe and reasonable position, and continued to monitor his Case.

Emmm... The Boring Case...

"Arthur, this is Alan—Alan, this is Arthur, my immediate boss." Mr. Benjamin introduced.At the same time, a young man named Arthur also introduced himself: "Arthur·Van·Constantine." (Arthur·Van·Constantine) reserved and distant manner.

Arthur was a veritable handsome man.This is Oliver's first judgment. As a normal young and middle-aged man who only loves blue faces, he has always been very proud of his aesthetics in this regard.Everyone loves a handsome guy, let alone a handsome guy with a lot of money?

"Oh—this kid's life is not bad—" Crooked Oliver began to distort his Boring Case's situation as best he could.If it was him, then he would definitely not behave so badly!he thought to himself.

"Well, Mr. Constantine." The little man said dully, "I hope you won't splash me with holy water..." ①Our obedient Alan finally remembered to speak!After a while, Oliver, who finally heard this answer, couldn't bear to look at the situation over there again.

The cunning little man!He thought, he couldn't be humorous, but he pulled out some messy things...

who knew...

"Ha! Alan, you are so humorous. You have learned to tell jokes after not seeing each other for a few years..." Poor Mr. Benjamin smoothed things over with a dry smile. His enthusiasm, "Ah! Don't stand here, let's go in and talk, the performance tonight is absolutely wonderful!"

Poor gentlemen.

boring joke...

Ohhhhhh! Boringgggggg! ...

Under the night, the private detective began to fantasize about some exciting things, but forgot to continue tracking his surveillance object.

Good wine, beautiful people, good food...and money.

The three people who entered the private space seemed to have changed completely.There are no awkward greetings and tabloid reporters who are stunned and stupid, but a tacit, quiet and calm interaction.

however.

"No! No! I can no longer help you launder money!" Mr. Benjamin, who has always been handsome, suddenly seemed to lose control of his emotions. Beads of sweat came out.

"It's useless to say anything! Alan, you are a devil! - Now, I've done what you want me to do! I'm done. Don't try to drag me into the water again! Don't even try to threaten me again!" He was excited Standing up, leaving the long leather sofa, he pointed at Alan impolitely, almost hysterically.

"Oh, Dear...you're disobedient." The hunchbacked little man with an unremarkable appearance glanced at Arthur, who had been sitting indifferently across the way, with a smile, and said casually, "A thief for a day is a thief for life. Dear, You have already boarded the pirate ship, and you can't get off. So you have to know how to see the facts, not to mention that the dividends I give you are also attractive enough..."

"That's enough! I don't want to be seduced by you anymore! You are almost destroying me!" Benjamin roared, and accidentally broke the wine glass in his hand, splashing the amber wine and ice cubes all over the floor.

"You stained my shoes..." The little man said with a broken smile, "As an adult, you have to be responsible for your actions. Don't make me repeat mine a second time." Willing. Benjamin."

This time, he called him by his name instead of the usual sweet and funny nickname...

"I..." Benjamin seemed to be frozen for a while, he looked at his boss and good friend Arthur as if asking for help, but found that he looked like a beautiful antique from the beginning to the end Even so stiff and cold, expressionless, indifferent and numb.

Weird and useless.

"Come on, come here, good boy..." The little man waved at him, and whispered very seductively, "Lick it clean."

……

Arthur Van Constantine has been leaning against the porthole, looking coldly at the mottled and gorgeous night scene outside, he finally felt a trace of impatience.

Two hours is not too long.

One second in hell is worth ten years on earth!

However, Arthur felt that he would not be like this if he removed the uninterrupted two hours of unrestrained screams of unrestrained women and the high-pitched shouts of the demon god who was obsessed with pretending to be ugly. complained.After all, his patience has always been excellent. As a demon who transcends the simple question of life and death, his own time is long and static.

Arthur had to endure the moaning/groaning bed and the ridiculous nonsense in the room separated by the wall due to his sharp ears.

Another 15 minutes passed, and just as his marble-like expression, which resembled a snowstorm in ten thousand years, gradually became distorted, the door was finally pushed open.

A slender, bright-colored brunette came out, already wearing the classic little black dress she came in, but the slipped shoulder strap and a little hickey on her fair neck revealed that she had just Are doing something.

She walked out of the room without staying, with a charming and confident smile on her lips, and said to the man who was still enjoying his big bed on the king-size bed in the room: "bye~daddy ~"

Immediately there was a reply from inside the room.When leaving, the black-haired mixed-race beauty did not forget to give a meaningful smile to the handsome man who had been waiting for her (sexually) interest.As long as you try a little bit, that smile will only become more sweet and alluring...

Oh, it's a pity that this gentleman with a perfect skin simply "has no desires and no desires".He walked into that room without any response, expressionless, and slammed the door very ungentlemanly!

"Youlost." The black-haired beauty who failed to seduce turned her head and shrugged slightly, pulled back her thin shoulder straps, and walked out of the "suite".

At the same time, in the room, Arthur suddenly felt funny when he saw the little man lying on the bed and smoking marijuana.Even though his expression didn't show anything similar to "funny", the ironic words still slipped out of his flat and indifferent voice.

"What do you want that whore to call you? - DaddyAlan?②"

"Oh—my dear—don't call her that!" The little man who had always been lying on the bed without any bones suddenly opened his eyes that had been squinting, with a hazy expression, as if he was about to Drenched in sex and marijuana.

He was obviously not very satisfied with what Arthur called his short-term bed partner just now, so he said slowly: "She's a senior publicist! A sex/love therapist! - Katherine, oh my dear!" The little man sat down Get up a little bit, put one arm on your bent knee, and suck the last trace of cigarette and marijuana fiercely.

"She really suits my appetite!" As if still reminiscing, his tongue sticks out obscenely, licking on his lips, stirring in his mouth... and all these are in the forbidden / Desire, and in the eyes of the most human Mr. Arthur, he scoffed at this - of course, he is actually a demon with normal sex / desire.

Of course he knew about the senior summoner named Katherine Collins, not only that, but he helped Alan find her!As a somewhat ascetic devil who is actually tired of these skins, Arthur really doesn't understand where Alan's enthusiasm comes from?

"Hmph!" He snorted coldly, still speaking mockingly in that cold flat voice, "You really are an out-and-out pervert, fetishist complex? I heard that your daughter used to be Your lover?" He paused, studying the other person's expression, "Oh—what a pity!"

"Yeah, 'Unfortunately' - but DaddyAlan just likes this tune ~ old devils who have been rotten to the point of moths in their souls naturally don't understand the heat of love." He focused on the word "old", and then he was satisfied Seeing that the expression on that stone sculpture-like face suddenly changed, it became a little...uh...annoyed?

"I'm not yet a thousand years old! I'm a 'new school' demon! Don't compare me with those who are born devils!" Arthur's displeased voice rose a few degrees, and even the tone became sharp, and said, " Those are the 'old guys'! Guys who have eliminated themselves a long time ago!"

"Okay, okay, can't I be wrong, I'm actually the 'older' one..." The little man was helplessly defeated, just like Arthur himself (the devil) looking for the skin of the boarding house , he always wants to pick the most perfect, most impeccable human body that is in a good time to drive.This also just shows his harshness and pickiness, and his obsession with age like a woman...

Is there a difference between nine hundred and ninety-nine years old and one thousand years old?

Now the little man who pretended to be a violation of the aesthetics of a certain devil's kind decided to shut up obediently.

It's just obvious that since you have poked someone's pain, or something you don't want to admit, you always have to accept a counterattack.So, before the smaller version of "DaddyAlan" decides whether to put on clothes and continue to disguise, or simply return to his original appearance and party on the yacht for a while, Arthur has already developed a complete understanding of his current appearance. Unsparing comments.

"Having said that," Arthur stroked his meticulously tied tie, which is probably the most expensive material in the world. He loves perfection and luxury, so when he was in this city for the first time When one finds a "similar" who is also a devil, one cannot but feel angry and surprised! ——This pair of skins!

Hell! ——How could a devil be willing to condescend to a short, thin body with extremely mediocre features?

This is simply a fantasy for Arthur, who is paranoid and cleanliness!

Well, although the existence of these guys is itself a fantasy.

"Where did this shell of yours come from?" - a very disdainful tone.

"Oh, you said this?" The little man patted his not-so-strong chest, and said flatly as if he was showing something: "I was reincarnated into this body—of course, he wasn't originally like this, It took me a lot of effort to disguise myself like this." He hurriedly stopped Arthur's speech, which was obviously unable to spit out ivory.

"How about it? A harmless and kind look, right?" He even felt a pride that others couldn't feel. Obviously, his distorted aesthetics (in Arthur's language) had completely reversed beauty and ugliness .

"You like this?" Arthur found that he was already desperate for the same kind, either the "old guys" who remained unchanged and sealed themselves up in the end, or the neurotic and neurotic like Alan Deranged... As the last normal devil, Arthur said he had endless worries about the future of their group.

"I just saw a wretched and perverted little man... or a kind of ugly, wretched little man..." - Arthur's mouth can never spit out ivory! "Wretched little man," Alan thought.He even smiled at his devil colleagues who criticized his disguise technique, and then...

10 minutes later.

Satisfied, Arthur made his way to the top hall with enough "worthy" of his kind beside him.His expression was much softer, showing that he was in a happy mood, and he said, "This is much more decent."

Of course - Arthur thought a little haughtily - it's always not as good as mine!

Yes, devils love pretty too.After all, a handsome or beautiful skin is as much to them as a decent and gorgeous outfit...

Oh, sorry, the two forms are actually completely different.

"Beauty is enduring." Arthur concluded.

"Beauty is just a superficial appearance." - A former evil god of inheritance and Hinduism has reservations about this.

"Hey, think about that Archangel!——we do business on his territory, shouldn't we use a better-looking business card?" ③

"I'm just a nameless little god, and now a nameless devil." Alan, who was "worthy of walking with Arthur", said lightly, "That one has no time to take care of us, right? Mr. Constantine?"

"Johnnie Walker?——Cheers." ④ Raise a glass to invite the devil, "To my new friend!"

"Ah!"

Arthur had the same reservations about a devil's slovenliness and hopeless aesthetics.He didn't intend to offend an older and tougher kind, but he still chose to sneer and stay away from Alan...

Terrible taste is contagious!

The author has something to say: ① A spoof of cold jokes. John Constantine - the exorcist.

②A certain devil seems to have the complex of being someone else's father. In [Xia Jun's Perspective], the phrase "poor little boy who is reluctant to part with his father" can explain everything.Conclusion, he is a pervert who likes to play DaddyPlay.Also, the summoner was a black-haired half-breed, and Aurora was...

③ spoof.The background in the movie version of Constantine changed the comic version of London to Los Angeles (angelcity).So the City of Angels became the Devil City.With Boss Lucifer here, this is naturally his territory! (By the way, daddylu and the exorcist Johnnieboy are also rotten and bubbling QUQ)

④ In the last chapter, it was still said that none of the devil Alan·Mara·Jayaraman is a "friend" of the devil like him.Because before he had time to make friends with these guys, these guys had almost destroyed his magic way.So now he has met Arthur who claims to be a new school, so he is very happy~~~

Well, Johnnie Walker is a brand of whiskey, because of the name, the author thinks it should be funny... well, another inexplicable cold joke. [Exorcist go away! 】QUQ

And, should I type in Chinese or English?It’s tiring to type in English... Then some people reported that every chapter in this article feels like the author is learning English, and the English lyrics plus translation is a bit like showing off skills. QUQ, I think this should be people-oriented. I hated reading novels before There are no translations left!I call this "double subtitle"!

☆、◎Apology

[Copied from 17K Novel Network 2014.10.1316:00]

The idea of ​​the novel "Respect Ghosts and Gods and Stay Away" was written about three years ago when I suddenly became interested in the two subjects of Tanmei and supernatural at the same time.

Before that, my interest was modern poetry.

In the end, this idea was divided into three versions, so after staying in the station, I stopped updating three times for a long time, and deleted the first two versions.Also, I did not leave the original manuscript.

The first version, this seems to be less incomprehensible than the current version:

[The 15-year-old boy experienced a real supernatural game: a ghost upper body.As a result, she changed from a female to a male, and gradually discovered the deceptions hidden in her life...]

Probably, that’s it, but the first version was quickly abandoned by me, because neither the gender conversion nor the age setting of the protagonist made me unable to write, and I couldn’t find the truth in it. feeling, but at the same time, I thought I had readers.

Sorry, I'm such a quitter.

The second version is somewhat similar to the current one, but the protagonist is just an ordinary human being, and there is no long one-man show in the main text. This version is very normal, it is a supernatural story, but I still gave it up , delete, delete completely, and start over again.

The third version, which is the version I put on the Internet now, has changed from a book title "Respect Ghosts and Gods" to a series name, because the supernatural story I wanted to write is missing in this one, Instead, it turned into a kind of self-talk to vent emotions.I clearly understand my changes during the year and my inner world facing collapse, so I need a delusional and self-willed place, and I would rather put all my thoughts into these fictional plays.

In fact, I don't like myself very much, and now I don't like the articles I write.

In other words, I never had the meaning of existence.

I'm sorry I'm so weak, so selfish, so insensitive.I'm sorry that I'm still living like a rascal in this world and don't want to die.Sorry for being arrogant like a vampire and disgusting everyone like an ignorant fool...

So, the fallacy ends.

Next, probably a long time later, I pick myself up and start over again.I will start writing the second part of the series "Respect Ghosts and Gods and Stay Away".This book title was chosen for me by a very good friend. She may never know my cowardice and low self-esteem, nor will she know my confusion, but I love her.Even if I don't understand the meaning of my real existence at all.

Although I know that this book may not be read by anyone at all, and people will not be able to read it at all, but a lie is a lie, and I can no longer deceive myself.The self I have always known is known to others, so even if I have not done anything, that inaction is a sin.

I'm sorry, SIN. I'm a human being who doesn't know that there is a god.

Sorry, I've never actually committed suicide.

I'm sorry, but I know I should die.

Sorry, I was never really sorry about it.

When all the imaginary spots of light disappear, when those real and ugly realities bloody force you to see that you have lost everything, you finally realize that the arrogance of others is not stupid, because they have the ability to make themselves at least The one who survived, and you, can't do anything, so your humbleness is the truth.

I am sorry.

I really don't have the courage to face death.

I am sorry.

I never do things seriously.

I am sorry.

I don't deserve this life.

I don't believe that there is a god, nor do I believe that there are devils, and I don't even believe that people will become ghosts after they die.I don't believe in the human soul at all, so when I had a near-death experience, I could only feel nothingness, darkness, no revolving lanterns, and no white light.

I am sorry.

I've never really looked at myself.

I am sorry.

I don't love everyone, including myself.

Respect ghosts and gods and stay far away Series [-]: Fallacy.

Officially ended.

The author has something to say: Sorry.it's over.

☆, Stranger Stranger

Stupid human beings!

--------Inscription

What you see is not necessarily the truth, what you understand is not necessarily the truth; then what is reality?The crying on the surface, the laughing on the surface, and the sincerity on the surface are all illusions.

【1】

"Have you ever thought that the so-called fate is just its game..."

"Help! Who will save me!"

No one can hear my inner cries; my struggles, the nightmares I'm in, no one sees, no one knows...

Am I being overwhelmed?Is it too arrogant for an ordinary person like me to try to escape and change something?

……

【2】

March [-], [-], at [-]:[-]:[-] in the morning.

I was born.

After waking up from the long and silent darkness, I opened my dry eyes again and saw the beauty of this world.

who I am?

I... haven't forgotten, but I've also forgotten a lot.

I heard someone cry with joy because of my "birth", and I looked at the woman again.

That is a woman who conceived me, fragile yet firm...

She found that I was also looking at her, she was not without surprise, she cried and hugged me tightly...

who I am?

I forgot.

My birth means that I will replace another life with countless possibilities.

The person who really should have a body and a name... Where did he go?

So I found out that I still owe something, for example... a life?

Another example, two lives?

Alien stars descended from the sky, possessed by evil spirits, but they wanted to kill someone again.Sure enough, three years later, both "his" parents died.

For my life, I have never felt sorry, I know that I am different from other people... I have the memory of the previous life, and, I know, I "escaped" to this world, I should have The soul of a vicious person who was tortured in the underworld has somehow been reincarnated to see the light of day.

People in the world call me the devil...or...the devil.

Who am I and what crimes I have committed, I have long forgotten, only remembering the taste of the hot magma devouring and wreaking havoc.

There will never be a day in hell.

I was washed, bled and scraped in the never-ending torrent of time, day and night.

I suddenly thought of a question, if "I" is not "I".So who should "I" be?

I am naturally not the person in front of people.

As time went by, gradually, I stopped thinking about this issue. I felt that I was indeed reincarnated as a human being. However, I didn’t care about it. I still let myself drift away with time and go to hell. I think, die again, go to hell again, life is meaningless, the cycle of life and death often repeats, there is no meaning, and the meaning itself is meaningless...

Go to hell...burn with me...

I am a ray of soul that forcibly occupied the body of a newborn person.

I am neither male nor female, neither good nor evil, the current me is just a strand of soul filled into a certain body.

There is no ghost messenger to arrest me, and no righteous person to take me away.

……

【3】

"what!"

20 years later, I fell into a dream again, a severe headache shattered the repeated 'scene' in front of me, countless pieces of me were torn apart, and disappeared with the wind, leaving me standing alone in a blank space inside.There is no road under my feet, I am like an illusory character attached to a piece of white paper, with no background and no future...

A glaring white light suddenly rushed past me, and a red bridge appeared in the blurry space. I walked up it according to my feeling. There were people coming and going on the bridge, but it didn't look crowded.Everyone who passed by was expressionless, as if they were born without emotions.

I also joined their team, throwing away the joys and sorrows, the bitterness and sweetness of memories, and walked slowly along the bridge with no expression on my face.The more I walked forward, the thicker the fog behind me seemed to wipe out all my thoughts of looking back. I didn't dare to look carefully at the passers-by who were walking slowly with me, because I seemed to feel that they were sad and happy on their faces. His facial features also began to gradually blur until they turned into nothingness.

I don't know if my face has become the same as theirs now, I just blindly follow the big team slowly.

A leader appeared at the front, wearing a gray tattered cloth, holding a gong and beating non-stop, grinning his yellow teeth, and shouting loudly: "Yin people go on the way! Yang people don't stand in the way!"

His voice was hoarse and ugly, but it was very high-pitched, and even had a kind of majesty.

I was terrified by his words, and my footsteps began to panic, blocking the person walking behind me, and that person bumped into me, and when I looked back, I was even more frightened out of my wits.

I saw the team behind me still moving slowly, all in white clothes, only the person who bumped into me was wearing a dazzling red dress, and grinned at me with his mouth open.The long hair is fluttering, and the face is hideous.

"Change your life!"

She struggled to utter two words, and the cold air she exhaled was sprayed on my face. I lowered my head and found that I was wearing the same scarlet and eye-catching dress as her!My feet were like heavy weights, I desperately wanted to run forward but I couldn't move, I felt a cool and slippery object wrapped around the back of my neck, I didn't dare to think about it, I tried my best to move my steps.But the team slowly passing by turned a blind eye to my struggle; I wanted to shout but my throat was blocked and I couldn't make a sound.

In desperation, the cold and slippery object was wrapped around the ear, and a small, crying voice sounded like a nightmare:

"Let's change our lives!"

A shrill voice that seemed to be crying and laughing continuously came from his ear:

"Change your life!" "Change your life!" "Change your life!"

She sang sadly and sadly: "Twins, twin flowers, twin souls, one life for another, life for life..."

When, when, when, when...

The deafening pounding of the gong drowned out the sharp haunting voice that made me tremble constantly in my ears.Then a hoarse and unpleasant voice shouted: "The yin people are on the way! The yang people don't get in the way!"

Suddenly, I felt dizzy and nauseous, and the