[Comprehensive British and American] Family Matters

A few days ago, if someone had told him, "Jason, you're going to friend Satan," he'd probably have taken the guy straight to the hospital to be checked for paranoia.

but now?Even if someone told him now that he would add God to his friend list in three days, he would probably just nod and say, "Oh".

"I talked about life with Satan on vacation at the bar opened by Satan." Jason looked at the glass of amber liquid in his hand, and his slightly absent-minded eyes were reflected on the glass, "God, my life can still go on." Do you want to bullshit a little more?"

"One thing I can be sure of is that 'God' doesn't care about such crap." When mentioning his father, Lucifer opened his mouth without thinking, just to ridicule, most people would take this as Lucifer's unique Only a few people who know the inside story can hear the bitterness hidden behind Lucifer's dramatic tone.

"I have to admit, you are not like the Satan I imagined." Jason put down his glass, turned his head to observe Lucifer, "I thought all demons wanted to lure humans to sell their souls for a deal?"

"You are talking about the demons at the crossroads." Lucifer snorted casually, "They are businessmen, of course they would want to make a deal! And in a place like hell, banknotes are worthless and the most commonly accepted It is the soul of the person who conducts the transaction that acts as currency for payment."

"And you actually let them do this?" Jason vaguely remembered the devil's trade case he and Dick solved together, and the large amount of information he searched to solve that case.

Not everyone who deals with the devil is greedy and evil.Some people really ran into obstacles that they couldn't overcome, and some people did it for the safety and happiness of their loved ones... Not all of these people were worthy of death, but their souls eventually fell into the hands of demons, Jason didn't want to know at all What will demons do with human souls.

"Why not?" Lucifer shook the wine glass with one hand, and the ice cubes hit the glass wall with a crisp sound, "Even if you are a demon, there is no reason to do free work for humans. Besides, this kind of demon contract In fact, there is a way to undo it, and you should be aware of it."

"Tsk! But to put it bluntly, this is still a scam." Of course Jason knew the way to void the devil's contract, and he even tried it himself successfully, but this does not mean that everyone who made the deal has the same idea. Good luck finding a seasoned paranormal hunter.

Lucifer blinked innocently: "Hey, a good devil who is as sincere and upright as I am, you can't find another one in hell!"

"Skipping work with sincerity and integrity?" Jason stretched out his hand and gestured to the light bar where they were, which seemed to be excellent evidence that Lucifer had skipped work from hell for many years, "I would rather believe that this is the base camp for hell to attack the world. It's more believable."

"Then lose all the fun?" Lucifer put on a very artificial and painful expression, "Never! There are only good wine, food and beauties in this world that you can't live up to!"

"Really? Why do I think it's because you don't want to lose the secret base of running away from home?" Jason mercilessly tore off Lucifer's fig leaf, and threw it away from a distance, "You know, I began to sympathize with those Satanists."

Lucifer felt that the boat of friendship was going to sink before it was built, and now he really wanted to go back to his small den on the top floor and play a sad slow song while getting himself drunk.

"Why are you still hanging around here? I've shown you the 'devil face', you know I'm the real Lucifer, Satan, the Great Devil... whatever you want to call it; report Lazarus pool I also told you the method; and I have no plan to destroy the earth or rule the world-seriously, if you humans continue to do this, you can solve it yourself without relying on aliens or other demons and monsters. The achievement of destroying the world."

The comments on the ability and efficiency of human beings to kill made Jason unable to find a way to refute Lucifer.He could only suppress his dissatisfaction and pointed to his abnormal green eyes: "The last question, how should we deal with this?"

"Which? Oh, you mean the color of your eyes?" Lucifer replied in a more unreliable tone than the barefoot doctor in the country: "This is the side effect of sewage. It depends on the situation. Everyone is different. It is related to hell." If you stay away from people and things, you will probably be fine after a while. Oh man, don’t pay attention to such details, if someone asks you, just say you wear colored contact lenses.”

"Do you really think I dare not cut Satan?" Jason poked a big caste blade into the bar. Fortunately, the surrounding music was loud enough and the lights were dim enough so that the guests didn't panic. The man who crossed the planet!"

"Let's not say whether your knife can cut me or not. In terms of the severity of the side effects, your performance is not worth mentioning. Many people go crazy when they come into contact with the water. Some demons in hell are very special. I like to use this kind of sewage as a tool to torture souls, let those crazy souls slaughter other souls-but I know what you want to ask, how can people who are already dead die again? So those who were killed The soul is forced to 'die' over and over again, and the mad soul's need to kill can never be satisfied, and it is caught in a never-ending cycle."

When Lucifer was describing these things, he always had a happy smile on his face. At this moment, Jason finally had some real feelings about Lucifer's identity as the "Master of Hell".

"As for you, dear. Your whole body depends on that water to function properly, and water and its side effects are inseparable. Think about the consequences if you insist on eliminating this insignificant side effect. I don’t think you can’t figure out what the consequences are. I have other guests to say hello to, I’m glad to chat with you, and I wish you a good time.”

Lucifer patted Jason on the shoulder, ignoring the gloomy aura around him, picked up Jason's untouched wine glass, greeted a group of regular customers with a smile and began to share unnutritious gossip and inside jokes .

***

Tim found Jason quickly.

In fact, within 3 minutes after he entered the Light Bar with a high profile, he saw the familiar figure from behind, but at that time Jason was still with Lucifer, so Tim decided to keep a distance for the time being.

This is a very wrong decision.

He underestimated the ferocity of the women who had been drunk for three rounds. Tim could easily put down the group of women in front of him who had drunk so much that they couldn't tell the difference between north and south, but he was violent to a group of drunk people. It's really not Tim's style, not to mention that these women didn't intend to hurt him-if the mental damage didn't count.

"Oh, look, he's so cute!"

"I can't believe you're an adult, wish I had a baby face like that."

"Look, look, he's blushing, his ears are so red, he's so cute!"

Speeches like this came to Tim one after another, accompanied by pinching his face, touching his head, and even more exaggerated actions. Even the best trick of their bat vigilantes, "Turn your head and disappear" can only be temporarily thrown away. Open these women.

The cruel facts tell him that the amazing performance of successfully avoiding the guests in various banquet occasions over the years is based on the sacrifice of the head of the Bat family, Bruce Wayne, because he heroically stood on the front line to attract the guests They looked at them, and the people present at that time were not so drunk as they are now, and all of them were sober to maintain their image, so that Tim had the opportunity to lead the others to escape.

Now, he's left to fend for himself - or he can turn to Jason!

Tim turned his head to look at the seat where Jason was sitting just now. There was no familiar figure from there, only an empty wine glass complaining about loneliness at the bar, just like Tim at this moment.

So this is the taste of plastic brotherhood?

As expected of an idol, every move is full of philosophy of life!