Ian may have the form [Red-Heat Sun].
But his red temperature level is obviously not as good as [Red-Heat Vice-Lord of Heaven] at this moment. The other party is so exposed,
How can Michael, who has the wisdom of Infinity, not guess who the rich man is?
"Swell!"
He directly punched the computer monitor. The second before Michael's fist touched the screen, the barrage in the live broadcast room still stayed on the terrifying words [Angels Master Twist Butt].
With a bang.
A curved screen worth thousands of dollars exploded into a sky full of chips under his fist.
The flying glass shards cut his palms. However, faced with the fact that he would bleed, Michael still ignored it and started smashing it directly in the live broadcast room.
"Damn it! Damn it!" The expression on Michael's face gradually changed from confusion and irritation to complete rage in just one minute.
He didn't have much life experience, so he actually dismantled the computer mainframe with electricity, so before he could catch his breath, the mainframe also emitted a burnt smell due to a short circuit.
Immediately afterwards, a current ran down his arm and ran up his body, and Michael's whole body twitched violently.
He let out a scream that was a bit heartbreaking, like a rich woman's distressed scream.
"Ahhhhhhh!"
Archangel once again tasted the pain of mortals after two thousand years - all his feathers exploded, and he fell to the ground like a peacock struck by lightning. His whole body was twitching and his hair was smoking. This was not the worst situation. Michael found that another piece of writing appeared in front of his blurred eyes.
[The computer is broken, and I can see you too. Have you seen my Divine Power? Are you envious? It's useless to be envious! Hahahaha!] The last character also played a realistic voice.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
This time it wasn't a scream.
Michael's voice was full of humiliation, like a groundhog roaring into the air. The voice was so long and full of emotion that it made the ceiling of the factory shake.
"Da da da~"
There were rapid footsteps outside the door.
A White Angel who was live broadcasting next door heard the commotion and ran over to care about Archangel Michael "Your Majesty, are you okay?" Angels, the live broadcaster, saw Michael's embarrassed appearance, and his hands were shaking.
Still not forgetting the selfie stick he was holding, he almost dropped it to the ground.
"Of course I'm fine! What's going to happen to me?" Michael reluctantly stood up, with a trace of drool from the electric anesthesia hanging on the corner of his mouth, but he still had to pretend to be calm and maintain his dignified image.
"I just encountered a little trouble." He tried to make it look like he had just experienced a restricted live broadcast, instead of being almost defeated by a broken machine made by humans.
Of course, even though he tried his best to conceal the truth, his face turned from red to blue and still looked ugly, and he clenched his teeth so hard that he almost broke his back molars.
Live broadcaster Angels nodded and did not ask any more questions. Instead, he raised the mobile phone on the selfie stick and pointed the camera at himself. "I asked, and he said he is fine now."
She said to the audience in the live broadcast room.
"Who are you talking to?" Michael was immediately shocked when he saw this, and a very bad premonition arose in his heart. Normally, his premonition would be a prophetic prophecy. Now that he has lost his power, Michael wants to pray that he has also lost the ability to prophesy, but the reality is true, and he feels sorry for it.
It may have a lot to do with the fact that Michael modifies reality too much on weekdays, and has a strong relationship with reality that is no weaker than the one between him and other Angels.
"Um - it's Lucifer, Lucifer is in my live broadcast room now." Live broadcaster Angels hesitated for a moment, but did not dare to lie, and responded dryly.
At this time.
Someone in the barrage said that they were [Zhong Ertian Group], but Angels had no time to explain during the live broadcast, because he saw with his own eyes that Archangel's face turned from green to red again.
The red temperature is extremely warm.
All I need is smoke coming out of my ears and nostrils.
"What did you say?!"
Michael raised his head suddenly, and the sound was like thunder exploding!
"No! I didn't want to contact him!" Angels waved his hands quickly, "It was him - he sneaked into my live broadcast room, and then - he kept giving me gifts."
"Fifty Fantasy Castle."
Live broadcaster Angels added seriously.
His eyes were a little dodgey.
Michael's face is getting more and more ugly.
"Do you want to move to Hell and become the corrupt Angels? For a little virtual currency, you have to go with the devil?"
He asked loudly.
There was anger and disbelief in his tone.
"Of course not!" Angels hurriedly explained, "I am still devout to the Lord and Heaven, but----you also know how important points are to us."
"Lucifer gave you too much."
"It's not easy to get such a gift, especially under such strict supervision. I can't even dress too revealingly. It's even harder to ask for a large reward."
"Obviously those humans said in the barrage that as long as I show them my Naoko, they will give me a lot of rewards. I really don't know why there is a [live broadcast room pornography] warning that such a thing exists."
Weeping Angel's tone was full of grievances. Her words also fully demonstrated that this group of Angelss, whose cognition is very different from humans, were already thinking about taking shortcuts on the first day of work.
But he was severely stopped.
"Depraved Angels can't even say such shameless words like yours!" Michael roared again. Before he could finish his words, Angels's mobile phone vibrated again.
Weeping Angel subconsciously looked at the screen.
"Oh, he gave me another fifty Fantasy Castle, and asked me to remind you to be dedicated when you are a host. If you are not dead, get up and change the computer quickly and continue to finish the unfinished dance for Master Lucifer."
"He knew you were a giant baby with a bad temper, but he said he chose to forgive you." The live broadcast Weeping Angel conveyed the message in real time, so she gained another fifty Fantasy Castle.
At this moment.
Weeping Angel didn't know whether she should be happy during the live broadcast. She actually knew that the straight-legged Michael was right, but the depraved Angels, who they usually sneered at, really gave her too much.
"I'm just giving him a message, but your Majesty is dancing for him." Weeping Angel wanted to suppress her guilt, so she chose to use Michael as an example.
As soon as these words came out.
Michael can't bear it anymore.
"I quit this job!!"
He suddenly tore off his floral shirt and slammed the door and walked out. Only the poor live broadcaster Weeping Angel was left in place.
Silently, I cleaned up the mess on the floor and re-equipped the live broadcast room with a computer.
Next.
She connected to the Internet and logged into the account Michael.
"Family, Michael quits, can you pay attention to me? My name is Aurelia, and I am also a member of the Heaven family, and my live broadcast room also has benefits that Michael cannot provide."
"What? You want to see the boss? I can also be the boss. As long as you give me more rewards to help me restore my glory, I can even make a big sculpture for myself."
It only took Weeping Angel half a day to actually learn how to be a killer. Perhaps the live broadcast of Angels is her real talent.
Outside the factory.
The setting sun stretched Michael's shadow very long. He angrily kicked a can away, and the can drew a perfect parabola in the air - and was dodged in disgust by a passing stray cat.
Hellcat's engine roared in the distance. Michael looked up and saw Ian's Demons car disappearing on the street corner. To this day, he still can't accept how a guy who works with Demons could become the so-called Salvific Angel.
A feeling of grievance of being abandoned suddenly came to his heart. Archangel raised his hand and pointed it in the direction of the vehicle.
"Turn over the car!!!"
He mobilized the remaining Divine Power in his body, and a ball of dazzling golden light condensed in the palm of his hand - and then with a pop sound, a breeze blew up like a fart, and the plastic bags on the roadside were swirled.
"Recovered a little, but not much."
Michael froze in place.
The stray dogs that accompanied him dared to yell at him.
His expression became more and more lonely.
"I gotta get out of this damn place."
Michael stood outside the factory gate and looked back at the bustling factory. He had made up his mind to go and walked aimlessly along the road towards the central area of the city.
The highway leading to the city looks like a glowing snake pea in the sunset.
Michael's footsteps are heavy but without direction. Metropolis The evening is still noisy, with flashing neon lights, busy traffic, and people coming and going on the streets, full of the breath of life.
"Stay away from me! Stinky humans!" Michael is like a walking zombie, walking through the crowd,
His eyes were empty, but his heart was filled with unquenchable anger.
He used to be Archangel, once the right wing of the Lord of Creation, and once in charge of judgment and war. Now, he has been demoted to the mortal world. This sense of humiliation makes him feel uncomfortable with everyone he looks at.
"Hey kid, are you okay?"
The sound came from the right.
Michael Turn your head.
He saw an old man wrapped in a torn blanket sitting in a sheltered area next to an ATM machine. The old man's gray beard was stained with food residue, but his eyes were unusually clear, like two obsidian stones polished by time.
"You should take care of yourself,
7
Michael can hear his own hoarse voice.
However.
He did not give up teasing the other party.
"Think carefully about why you have fallen like this. Is it because of alcoholism? Gambling? Or just laziness?" As Archangel and Michael, they believe that they have seen the reasons why countless people have fallen.
He originally thought that the other party would be angry if he poked a pain point.
Nothing more.
The old man smiled unexpectedly, revealing a few uneven yellow teeth.
"Perhaps it is because of the exploitation by politicians and capitalists, or it may be because God only looks at the world but is indifferent to it. Of course, the biggest reason is definitely because I messed up my marriage."
He adjusted his sitting position, and the blanket slipped off to reveal a dirty hat with the words "Vietnam War Veteran" printed on it. "You look no different from me. Are you angry about your own experiences or are you angry about the injustice in this world?"
The old man's words were somewhat philosophical.
Michael just felt a little irritable.
"Don't expect anything God, you are guilty and have fallen to this point." Michael still maintained his loyalty, and his words made the old man Huangya smile softly.
"Then you also feel that you are guilty?"
the old man suddenly asked.
This question hit Michael like a sap in the temple.
He was stunned on the spot.
His expression changed several times in succession.
Michael remembered Ian's sarcastic phrase of "exchanging points for answers", Lucifer's proud smile when buying gifts, and the way he was ridiculed by barrages in the live broadcast room.
Of course, after smashing the computer with one punch, the stinging sensation of electric current passing through the body is also unforgettable - at that moment,
He is not Archangel, not a judge, nor is he the being who created the universe.
He's just a loser.
He looked down at his hands.
He looked up at the sunset again.
What was once glory is now nothing but irony.
"It has nothing to do with you." Michael finally chose a cold response, his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, and his mental state seemed a little depressed.
When walking away quickly.
Archangel heard the old man behind him still chattering.
"Child, anger is a mirror, you will always see yourself."
The old man's voice sounded like a sigh.
Archangel felt something sounded familiar, but he didn't think too much. He just walked along the street dejectedly, and there were more and more pedestrians on the sidewalk.
"Mankind carries original sin from birth."
Michael's eyes swept across the street - the drunkard over there was guilty; the homeless man in ragged clothes in the corner was guilty; the elite in suits and ties across the street were even more guilty.
"This filthy world!" Michael walked through the crowd. He walked faster and faster, as if he wanted to escape from something, but no matter where he went, all he saw was "sin."
Beggars lie on the street because they are lazy, children cry because they are not strong enough, couples quarrel because they are not loyal to each other, and office workers are tired because they are greedy for pleasure but unwilling to put in the effort.
"Laziness is a sin, greed is a sin, weakness is a sin, human beings should actually be sent to Hell." He repeated it like a mantra until he hit a wall of flesh.
"What did you say, white boy?"
A two-meter-tall strong black man grabbed his collar. Michael He smelled the mixed smell of cheap Gu Long water and sweat on the other man's body, and saw his distorted face reflected in those bloodshot eyes.
"I told you these one by one
The second half of his sentence turned into a muffled hum.
The world suddenly spun upside down, and then darkness fell. When Michael realized that he was stuffed headfirst into Trash Can, the stench of rotten food and chemical cleaners had filled his nasal cavity.
"How dare you be so disrespectful to me!" Plastic bottles and pizza boxes squeezed his cheeks, and a sharp object scratched his earlobe. He heard the black man's laughter and the footsteps gradually disappearing.
"This is what you deserve!
Someone shouted in the distance. Michael struggled, and the overturned Trash Can rolled with him to the sidewalk. When he finally climbed out, he found that his overalls were stained with sauce and coffee grounds, and there was a rusty screw in the palm of his right hand—probably the last souvenir brought from the factory.
"Need help?" A voice came from not far away. Michael looked up and saw a man in a camel trench coat sitting on a public bench, slowly licking ice cream. The man was about six billion years old, his greasy hair was combed meticulously, and the wedding ring on the ring finger of his left hand shone warmly under the streetlight.
Ice cream dripped on the man's shiny leather shoes.
He didn't wipe it.
He just continued to stare at the filthy Michael with calm eyes.
Michael is also looking at him.
"Gabriel." Deputy of Heaven used to be very good. He stood on the street corner, his wet hair dripping with sewage, and his eyes were fixed on the man sitting on the public bench.
His brother raised his head and gave a gentle smile.
"Good evening, brother."
Gabriel arranged his clothes. Michael strode over and sat down on the bench. The splashed sewage fell on Gabriel's shiny leather shoes.
"You smell so bad."
Gabriel wrinkled his nose and snapped his fingers. A soft white light flashed through, and the dirt on Michael's body disappeared instantly, and even his clothes returned to their original whiteness.
This scene.
Unexpectedly, Michael's pupils dilated.
"Why do you still have Divine Power?!"
He suddenly grabbed Gabriel's wrist, his voice filled with incredible shock.
"Maybe it's because I've always been obedient?"
Gabriel leaned over happily and wiped his shoes with a wet paper towel.
"Okay, that's good, you can send me back to Heaven." Michael's voice was full of pleading, with a kind of excitement that couldn't wait, "Immediately, immediately."
He didn't want to stay in the world for a moment.
However.
"Oh oh oh, I don't mean to help you, but I can send you back to that factory for free." Gabriel heard this and immediately waved his hands frantically to draw a line. There is no such thing as a plastic brother or a plastic brother, but he knew that Cherub was more ruthless than him, and that guy directly blocked the door of Heaven.
"I want Heaven back!"
Michael's roar frightened the crows in the tree.
Crows pooped on top of his head.
Fortunately, Gabriel took action in time, and Deputy of Heaven was able to avoid a disaster.
"I will not go against our father because of you." This is the only help Gabriel can provide. Even if I give him ten thousand courages, there will be no one to help Michael return to Heaven.
Michael's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Then go and send Lucifer back to Hell." He spoke firmly and settled for the next best thing. However, this seemingly normal request made Gabriel's eyes widen.
Confused on the spot.
"Me? I call Lucifer?"
He pointed to his nostrils.
As if I heard some incredible joke,
"Are you" sick? Or do you have a serious fever now? Human beings will undergo phantom changes when they have a fever." Gabriel reached out to touch Michael's forehead.
She was not covered but was dodged by Michael's stomach.
"You don't help me! I will find my father myself, and then I will resolve the misunderstanding with him, and then I will settle the score with you." Michael's character is still so bad and strong.
Seeing that he was about to leave China, Gabriel felt helpless.
"Maybe it's not a misunderstanding at all." Gabriel doesn't take Michael's threats seriously. Most Angelss in Heaven are threatened by Michael more than 366 times a year.
His sudden mouth made Michael stop in his tracks.
"What do you mean?"
Big King of Angels turned his head back and stared at his brother with his golden eyes.
Hearing this, Gabriel stood up and patted the non-existent dust. "Go back and screw in the screws. I'm just a prank Elf now and don't want to get involved in this matter."
He did not disclose any negative information.
"Have you had any contact with your father?"
Michael gritted his teeth and held on, his eyes full of questioning.
In response to this, Gabriel couldn't answer the question, and Cikou said, "You underestimate the human world. It's very dangerous here. If you don't pay attention, it won't just be as simple as dancing for Lucifer."
He is advising his brother.
"How do you know what's going on in my stomach?"
But my brother only cares about Gabriel's information channels.
Gabriel's expression clearly hardened, and his tone sounded a little guilty, "I am Archangel, and I have lost my glory. Of course I know everything."
There was a strong hint of overtness in these words. It was true that Michael had lost his glory, but he did not lose his brain because of it, so he immediately realized that something was wrong.
"Were you the one who told me to take off my pants in the stomach broadcast room before!!!" Michael grabbed Gabriel's collar and tried to lift Gabriel up, but was unable to do so.
"I'm caring about you! Brother!"
"Look at this dangerous world."
Gabriel smiled dryly.
Raise your hand to create a floating TV in the air.
The screen lights up.
In the picture, a man with Joker makeup was pouring the machine into Amenadiel's mouth, and he was muttering something like "fully synthetic motor oil, I love taking care of my mounts the most."
Amenadiel remained unmoved and gave up frantically. His eyes were dull, and he was obviously under mental control. He even transformed into several jet engines on his wings.
Michael knew that Amenadiel was miserable, but he didn't expect that the other party would be so miserable.
"I'm as stupid as him."
After a long time.
Michael then swallowed and spoke.
"Amenadiel is very stupid." Gabriel nodded in approval at first, and then spoke with deep meaning, "But how can you be sure that your father will not arrange similar... training for you?"
What they are discussing now is the omniscient and omnipotent God.
Everything is indeed possible.
"What does father want from us? This is not just training, this is Havoc." Michael stared at the empty-eyed Amenadiel in the picture.
His Adam's apple rolled again.
Silence spread between the two.
The daily movements of biubiubiu came from the distance.
It's the gangs fighting.
It seems that they are competing for the prostitutes and prostitutes shipped in from overseas.
"Not weak, this batch of goods belongs to us. Do you know how much Xiao Yulian can sell for on Zhe. com? It's much more expensive than selling parts!" The sound of gang fighting reached Michael's ears.
He touched his delicate skin.
There was another few seconds of silence.
"Take me back, I've had enough stomach broadcasting today." Michael, as a combatant Angels, of course knows how to weigh the pros and cons, so he finally chose to give in.
"Wise choice, my brother." Gabriel smiled, put his hand on Michael's shoulder, and together with the flash mask, there was only a briefcase and half an ice cream left on the bench.
Stray cats jump on the road cover and try to eat nature's gift.
"Dong~dong~dong~dong~dong~"
Immediately, the cat was startled by the sudden ringtone of Ren's cell phone - Gabriel reappeared, picked up the briefcase, and then connected his cell phone.
"I did it, you are not allowed to come to me again. I just want to be left alone." On the screen of Gabriel's phone, the caller ID flashed the name [Lucifer].
He did not) see.
far away.
His look was reflected in the wandering old man's eyes.
"Hey~"
Sighs echoed through the streets.
Out of sight and out of mind, the old man turned his head and looked at the road. A manned Hellcat was speeding along the road. The boy inside was also talking to Half-Phone.
"Okay, okay, I'll be there in one minute---I'm guilty of illegal driving, even more so! Speeding." Ian reached out and dialed Hellcat's instrument panel pointer from 220 to 30.
Although the speed of Hellcat was not slowing down, Ian was already used to calm the stomach and strengthen the stomach. When he hung up the phone with policewoman Beckett, Hellcat had stopped downstairs from Emerald Lake Apartment.
The red and blue flashes of the police car were particularly dazzling in the dusk. Several residents were gathering in the hall and whispering.
"This is really a result I expected." Ian rushed up the stairs in three steps at a time, and saw Kate·Beckett with his arms crossed in the corridor on the fifth floor.
"To be honest, I advise you not to go in. The scenes inside are really terrifying." The policewoman's expression was not good, and she seemed to be suffering from some kind of disgusting stimulation.
"As the son of a reporter, I also want to be a reporter in the future, so this is the only way for me. For me, no matter how bloody the scene is, it will not affect my mind, but it will really make me uncomfortable to not find the truth - please, I need to know the truth, I need to get the answer."
Ian profited and lost a wave of Kate·Beckett officer's weaknesses.
She found Cong Qing in Ian's words, and thought of her journalist mother who was accidentally killed. After hesitating for a moment, the policewoman walked into the door with Ian.
In the living room, a woman in a nightgown was curled up on the sofa and sobbing. The female forensic doctor was patting her on the back.
Ian's self-light also swept away the bruises on the woman's neck.
"Miss Misha?"
Ian recognized this woman as Miss Misha from his school, the student counselor who used to worry about his psychological problems and then taught him a lot about gender knowledge.
"Ian? Ian·Kent?" When the woman heard someone calling her, she suddenly raised her head and faced Ian with hazy eyes. She seemed to not understand why Ian appeared here.
"I'm a criminal consultant, the kind of detective who is like Sherlock Holmes." Ian took the lead in explaining his identity. He opened his mouth to pinch each other but was interrupted by officer Kate.
"He was just the first person to discover the crime scene."
Officer Kate·Beckett corrected Ian's statement.
"Then I am also an eyewitness like the detective Sherlock Holmes." Ian can always change the topic to the direction he wants. After he finished speaking, he immediately took the strategy of changing the topic.
"Miss Misha, why are you here? Are you and Dr. Hannibal in a relationship? I know that Dr. Hannibal, like me, will always like 22-year-old girls."
"Not too big, not too small, everything is just right." Ian is actually quite curious about the answer to this question.
The more he reaches the limit, the more his IQ becomes. Miss Misha will cry here for no reason.
"Detective? Huh?"
Kate Officer shook his head speechlessly.
Miss Misha also quickly sorted out her emotions.
"No, Hannibal is my brother. Someone killed my brother and almost killed me. He said he was willing to cooperate with the murderer's torture, so the murderer was willing to spare my life!"
Her mood began to collapse again.
"Will Graham."
Ian narrowed his eyes and spit out a name.
"It's him! Yes! It's him! I know his eyes! He can't fool me!" Miss Misha's voice was very excited, with a hint of hysterical hatred.
"??????"
Kate Officer's expression was immediately confused when he saw this.
"No, you know the murderer? You just came here, right? You already know who the murderer is!" She looked up and down at Ian with a bit of doubt in her eyes.
"If the deceased was my psychiatrist, the murderer would of course be Will Graham. To be honest, I am a detective. Even if I am as smart as I am, I am still a little surprised."
Ian spoke words that Kate could not understand the logic of, and took the lead in walking towards the bedroom that was blocked by the police.
The house of Hannibal·Lecter is suspended from the ceiling chandelier by its own intestines.
He was also made into a piece of "art". His chest was dissected, his ribs were folded outwards into the shape of wings, and a "Cooking Art" spread out was stuffed into the hollow of his heart.
The weirdest thing was his expression, a cheerful smile stitched together by needle and thread, as if he was enjoying this death sore, and his whole person looked like a puppet that had been carefully arranged on strings.
"The murderer is very sad, much more sad than the previous work. He loved Dr. Hannibal, but Dr. Hannibal betrayed him, at least he had to Dr. Hannibal to betray him." Ian wiped the dried blood on the door frame with his fingertips, and suddenly noticed that Hannibal's hanging fingers seemed to be pointing to a certain spot on the floor.
He rushed forward in three steps at a time, using his fingernails to pry at the joints of the porcelain floor.
"What are you doing?! This is destroying evidence!"
The sound of Kate·Beckett almost lifted the roof.
"I'm solving a case."
Ian responded without looking back.
"I didn't call you here to ask you to do our work for us, but I hope you won't send me a text message every minute." Officer Kate wanted to stop Ian but found that Ian had dug porcelain on the floor.
"That's what my technical assistant does, and it's related to our factory." Ian took out a map from the floor. This map was obviously the clue that Hannibal left for the police at the end.
It marked the location of a lakeside cabin.
"I think...:" Ian just raised the map when something suddenly stopped.
"|-|-|"
A faint electronic sound came from the direction of the kitchen.
Ian's pupils shrank suddenly and he hurriedly ran into the kitchen - as expected, there was a C4 bomb counting down inside the microwave, and the 00:07 on the display screen was jumping to 00:06.
"Don't touch any equipment at the scene! I will call the bomb disposal team!" Kate had just put his hand on the holster, and saw Ian took out the bomb with his bare hands, smashed the floor-to-ceiling window and jumped out.
"Ian!!"
When the female police officer rushed to the window, she only saw a few pieces of broken glass flashing in the setting sun. How could there be anyone in the sky above twenty floors? She looked around but could not see anything due to her limited vision.
There was an explosion in the factory.
"There was a roar of falling.
After a while, I felt a chill running down my spine. I felt like I had seen the ghostly policewoman, and I only heard a loud thumping sound.
Then, two little hands lay in front of the window.
"Where's the bomb?"
The policewoman stared at the boy in front of her.
"Where is the bomb? Officer Beckett, are you working overtime and getting confused? I'm just hanging outside to breathe fresh air. Anyone who loves fresh air understands me."
Ian broke into the kitchen and tried to PUA the policewoman, but the debris at the corner of his mouth was really conspicuous, and it was difficult for the policewoman to pretend that she couldn't see it.
Ordinary citizens Ian?×!
Expert of hiding one's ears and stealing bells?√!