Perhaps for most people, Hell is a place that makes them change their mind, but in Ian's eyes, there is not much difference between Hell and Heaven.
Hell is the reflection of Heaven.
Therefore, if you have been to Heaven, you should naturally go to Hell. This is the experience that a mature human being should gain. If you treat it as a trip abroad, it will not feel so strange.
"MacArthur once said that playing Hell is like going home. Even Dumbledore once said that playing Hell is just a greater adventure."
Ian still likes to quote famous quotes, and he can't wait to travel abroad.
"Since I am traveling abroad, of course I have to bring some local specialties." Ian held Lady Death's Compass, but he did not choose to activate Hellcat at the first time.
There is still some preparation work to be done before traveling.
"Where are the souvenirs?"
Ian was sitting in the driver's seat of the "Hellcat" sports car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. The dim lights in the car reflected the inconspicuous little black box in his hand - Black Box looked like an old MP3 player on the outside, but was actually a top hacker tool that could hack into the US military satellite system.
The unsolved mystery from Marvel Universe. Ian just entered his request, and a complex code flow immediately popped up on Black Box's screen. Three seconds later, the holographic map of New York city unfolded on the windshield, with a dozen flashing red dots marking the location of Officer Beckett and her team.
"It seems that I can also open a trumpet account as a technology emperor! I was bullied by bullies since I was a child, and then became cynical!" Ian made a call while weaving a background story for the trumpet.
He dialed Beckett. Noisy background sounds came from the other end of the phone - sirens, the noise of walkie-talkies, and the hurried footsteps of police officers.
"Have you caught the murderer?"
Ian Get straight to the point.
"Are you hiding somewhere to spy on me at any time?" Beckett's voice was full of exhaustion. "You timed it just right. We just found someone who looks exactly like Will Graham."
"The exact same person as Will Graham?"
Ian blinked. He knew that Officer Beckett couldn't see it, but that didn't mean he didn't need to blink. Good habits don't only show when others witness him.
"Yes, he has the appearance and height of Will Graham, but he had already committed suicide by swallowing a gun when we entered the door. The prosecutor wanted to use the suspect to commit suicide in fear of crime to close the case, but my intuition tells me that this guy is definitely not the real Will Graham, he is just a scapegoat."
Officer Beckett didn't know why she was telling Ian this. Maybe it was because besides crime novels, she was also curious about Superman.
There was something wrong with the boy on the other end of the phone. The other person was not a normal person or an ordinary person. Officer Beckett was very sure of this. She knew that she saw the other person take out the bomb from the microwave oven.
"As expected, you have to trust your intuition. The person you caught must be a scapegoat who has undergone plastic surgery. Perhaps the identity information in the police DNA database has also been transferred." Ian nodded in agreement with Officer Beckett's intuition. It seems that Miss Misha's guess is wrong, but it is not completely wrong.
Will has already prepared a scapegoat.
"Can you come to the police station to help identify him? You said before that you had communication with Will." Beckett sighed. She didn't understand why America's prosecutor was worse than a child.
"Sorry, I have other things to delay today." Ian After thinking for a moment, he still declined. He had to pack souvenirs and go to Hell to become a superhero.
"You are so busy, you still have time to chat with me on the phone?" Beckett's tone immediately became suspicious, and her intuition once again made her feel a little uneasy in her heart.
Hearing this, Ian grinned. "I just want to confirm with Officer Beckett before traveling abroad. I won't say more. I'm going to catch the guinea pig."
His tone was eager to try.
"????"
Beckett obviously didn't understand this wonderful metaphor.
But Ian has hung up the phone.
He turned to Black Box.
His fingers tapped quickly on the virtual keyboard to call up several encrypted databases. A few minutes later, he used his Mimicry ability to put a mask on his handsome face.
Bin Laden's classic look.
It never goes out of style.
"Hellcat, autonomous driving mode, destination: St. Mary's Cemetery." Ian ordered Demons in the car. The controversial mask on his face looked very fierce.
The bubble kart that could run on its own slid silently in the night, and finally stopped at the entrance of a desolate cemetery. The gravekeeper's cabin was dimly lit with dim lights.
"Visitor registration!" Ian swaggered towards the tombkeeper's hut and knocked on the window. A wrinkled old man opened the door and looked at him warily.
"Sir, it's so late, who are you here to worship?" the tombkeeper asked, his eyes lingering on Ian's Bin Laden mask for several seconds.
Ian did not answer directly.
He asked rhetorically.
"You have been guarding the tomb here for so many years, have you ever seen any terrorists?" The voice of Ian uses the bubble sound of Batman, and its timbre can be adjusted at any time according to the environment.
This is what Evil God Lord is about.
"Of course not, what are the terrorists doing here?" The gravekeeper was obviously stunned for a moment. He looked at Ian with a strange expression, and the mask became more and more conspicuous to him.
"Okay." Ian shrugged, with a bit of blessing in his tone, "Then you will learn a lot today. Although my mask may look very social, I am actually a very 'social-phobic' terrorist."
The words just fell.
He took out two mini bombs from his pocket.
Throw it accurately to two adjacent tombstones deep in the cemetery.
"Boom!"
The shock wave of the explosion shattered the glass of the tombkeeper's hut. After the smoke and dust dispersed, the two tombstones had been reduced to powder, leaving two charred holes on the ground.
"No! Damn it! What are you doing!" The gravekeeper's expression instantly distorted. He suddenly took out an old-fashioned revolver and fired six shots at Ian.
"Bang bang bang!"
The bullet hit Ian's cheek, but it was like hitting rubber. It only caused strange ripples on the surface of his skin, and then fell to the ground feebly.
"How is this possible!"
The tombkeeper stared at this scene with wide eyes and disbelief.
Ian touched the place where he was hit.
"I have Super Brain in my head." He explained, at least he thought he was doing a very patient science popularization, "So of course the body will evolve super defenses to protect it."
This was obviously an explanation that only highly intelligent people could understand. Surprisingly, the tombkeeper suddenly calmed down. He slowly lowered his gun and stared at Ian outside the house.
The anger in the "old man's" eyes was gradually replaced by a strange calmness.
"How did you find out?" he asked in a low voice, his voice completely changed - no longer the old tombkeeper, but a much younger male voice.
"What did you find?"
Ian grinned.
"Found me hiding here."
The gravekeeper's expression was extremely gloomy.
Ian was stunned for a moment, and then he took off his mask and showed a victorious smile, "I understand your situation. You once had a wife and children."
"And 'Ripper' became active after they passed away." He took a step forward and approached the window, "This proves that their death has dealt a big blow to you - you care about them."
"Very smart."
The tombkeeper was silent for a moment.
Then he reached out and grabbed his own face, slowly tearing off a perfect artificial mask. Under the mask, there was a handsome but gloomy and vicious young face.
It is the serial killer "Ripper" Will that the police have been hunting for for a long time.
"It seems that you are sure that I will hide here, so you want to provoke me." He threw away the pistol directly and climbed out of the window instead of running away.
Seeing this, Ian did not stop him, he tilted his head slightly.
"I just believe that if you blow up your wife and children to the sky, you will appear." He added with emotion, "It's a surprise to find you right away."
Lord Ian is actually irritating. He is really Super Intelligence. With his cleverness and a little help from Black Box, he has already determined that Will Graham will be the gravekeeper here.
"Damn guy! It's all you! It's all you!" As soon as Ian finished speaking, Will's pupils suddenly shrank, and his long-suppressed anger erupted like a volcano.
The originally elegant and gloomy face twisted into a ferocious appearance.
"Bang!"
Will slammed his fist at Ian, and the air was torn with a harsh explosion. Before he climbed out, he had secretly injected something into his body. At this moment, the effect of the drug took effect, and his muscles expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye. Blue veins popped out under his skin, and blood vessels protruded like squirming snakes.
However.
"Pah."
Ian lightly caught the punch, which was enough to punch through the steel plate.
He didn't even move his steps.
"There is also a difference between the Superman class and the Superman class." The smile on Ian's face was still evil, "You can't just do something [made by Luthor], you will have the power to defeat me."
This is the truth.
Last night he was still participating in a big event on a cosmic scale, but now he was just facing an enhanced person. This was very boring for Ian, and he had no intention of showing off in front of the opponent.
"Do you know what Deputy Metropolis is? Deputy of Heaven is working for me!" Of course, telling the truth is not pretending. After saying that, Ian also punched Will in return.
Even if it's just a light punch, it's still very powerful.
"Pfft--!"
Will's chest sunk, blood spurted out from his mouth, and his whole body flew backwards like a rag doll, hitting the tombstone like a parabola.
Gravel splashes.
His spine was almost broken, but he still struggled to get up.
"I caught you." Ian's teeth were dazzlingly white in the moonlight, and there were still black residue from the bombs he had swallowed in the corners of his mouth, but he had not noticed this problem until now.
Typically dark under the light.
"I have not lost. If you kill me, I can still achieve my goal, and you can no longer disturb me and Hannibal." Will looked directly at the Superman class in front of him.
There was madness in his eyes.
"Kill me, kill me, you will eventually become me." Will, who was still vomiting blood, actually smiled. He raised his upper body with difficulty and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. I have No-Kill Principle, so I'm going to put you in a real prison - Miss Misha hopes that you can endure torture that is a hundred times more painful than Dr. Hannibal."
"Lord Ian is kind-hearted. How about giving you a free upgraded package, ten thousand times?" Ian didn't understand the other party's mysterious self-confidence, so he punched Will unconscious again.
Hand knives are not easy to use.
But the hand hammer... is simply wonderful.
"The picking of local specialties has been completed! The first batch of Hell's transformation concentration camp plan is ready for internal testing!" Ian stared at the big bulge on the back of his head. Will, who passed out and whose genes began to collapse, also immediately started packing.
Yes.
The souvenir is Will.
Is there anything else in this world that Hell doesn't have?
Of course only humans!
Living human beings!
"Don't die because you took drugs too hard." Ian contributed a gene stabilizing agent [Bat-made], which saved Will, who had no fitness experience and dared to take drugs blindly, from the brink of death.
He stuffed the unconscious Will into a linen bag with "Happy Holidays" printed on it, and swaggered back to Hellcat like Santa Claus carrying a gift.
The police car attracted by the explosion appeared on time. The sound of sirens in the distance was getting closer and closer, and the red and blue police lights could already be vaguely seen on the street.
"This kind of punctuality cannot be regarded as a superpower. It's really a bit shady." Ian threw the "special product" roughly into the trunk, and Hellcat's engine roared like a beast.
Before the police car arrived, it carried Ian and disappeared into the night. Ian went home first and took out a sleeping Demon Head from the refrigerator with horns on its head.
He patted the head's cheek.
"Great God Ian, forgive me, the weather is too hot, and your refrigerator is too cool." Demon Head's eyelids trembled before slowly opening his scarlet eyes.
"We Demons all like aestivation."
It finally learned its true skills from Ian.
"I'm going to take you back to my hometown to visit relatives!" Ian returned to Hellcat, threw Demon Head into the driver's seat, and then announced happily to Demon Head.
Demon Head's brain suddenly woke up at this moment.
Its CPU is running fast.
"I, I don't want to go back to Hell. I just want to stay by your side." Demon Head carefully observed Ian's expression, obviously suspecting that this was some kind of loyalty test.
God Ian, who is in charge of the perverted power, can definitely pull off such a trick.
Just when Demon Head was thinking crazy.
"Bang!"
Ian punched it on the head.
"You have to want to go home, because I want to visit your house, escort extremely evil criminals, save innocent souls, and help minors Demons who want to go home... three major reasons are indispensable." Ian always thinks ahead, after all, he doesn't know that he will "run away from home" for a few days.
Although he sent his mother a text message that he was going to a classmate's house to play, and also locked his mother's mobile phone so that he could not call himself, it was still the first time that Ian stayed away from Homecoming at night.
It is still necessary to take precautions against the possibility. Ian has always been a filial child, so he cannot let his mother think that he is a bad boy before he is fifteen years old.
"Bang!"
Ian made up for the silent Demon Head again. Demon Head was hit with stars in his eyes by this punch, but he finally came to his senses from the struggle of trying to figure out the "Emperor's Heart".
"Ah! That's it! God Ian is finally ready to lead Hell! I will stand firmly on your side!" It believes that according to Ian's nature, he can at least become a grand duke in Hell.
The future is bright.
"Tch, I am a friendly visitor and I will definitely pay attention to etiquette." Ian pointed out the direction to Hellcat and corrected Demon Head's incorrect statement.
He is a pacifist.
Only when he can no longer be a pacifist will he change his job to a philanthropist.
"Really? Aren't you going to make a scene?" Demon Head's tone was dubious. After all, it has learned a lot about Ian in the past few days.
"Have you read the history of our America people?"
Ian suddenly asked.
"Well I hate history."
Demon Head is unwilling to reveal the fact that he is a bad student at Hell.
It's really too naughty.
At first glance, it seems that the breed of cattle is not dominant enough.
"If you don't understand, then what I say is true." Ian nodded solemnly, and made a guarantee and promise, "I am a very traditional America person, and my quality is much higher than other American people - believe me, I will definitely not cut off the scalps of Demons people."
Hear the words.
Demon Head only felt that his lost back was experiencing phantom limb coldness, and his horns were so frightened that they faded away. He felt that Ian's speech was simply terrifying to contemplate.
It was suddenly very happy that it was the party leading the way and not the unlucky one who was about to receive a "friendly visit". The atmosphere was a little quiet, and Hellcat followed the guidance of the brass compass and flew through the night.
It flew out Metropolis.
Came to Los Angeles.
The pointer always pointed to the southeast, as if it was pulled by some mysterious force. Finally, Hellcat stopped on a deserted forest path.
Ahead is a gloomy Victorian-style building, with its dilapidated exterior walls covered with vines, its crooked porch like a gaping mouth, and its windows like empty eyes.
Stare at the visitor.
"This is actually a super haunted house. It was built in 1922 by Charles Montgomery for his wife Nora. It later became the scene of many murders."
"Oh, there has also been a Stitch Monster. Someone tried to assemble a "monster son" using biological experiments. It really feels like the Hell entrance." Ian searched for information about the house on the Internet.
Just be willing to look for it.
You can find any information online.
"How can such a place exist... I feel a lot of Hell's breath leaking out, and there is actually a door connected to Hell here?"
Demon Head was obviously a little shocked.
"Murder House!"
Ian looked through his memories before time travel, and finally realized what this place is, American Horror Story The famous attraction in the first season of Horror Stories!
There is indeed a door into Hell. Although "Murder House" itself is not a direct entrance to Hell, Hell does have a passage connecting this western-style building.
That's why.
The mansion itself is also affected by the power of Hell. Not only does it show signs of activation, but it also has a curse attached to it. The souls of anyone who dies in the house will be trapped in this space.
They cannot leave the confines of the house. This means that although these souls can move freely within the house, they cannot enter the outside world and cannot return to Helheim and Heaven.
"I bet, Lucifer also entered the world from here!" Ian lay on the car window, looking at Murder House in front of him with interest. Through the dusty window, he could see countless souls trapped here. Their faces were distorted, and their empty eyes were staring at the window, as if they were screaming silently.
"Why use the verb 'drill'?!" Demon Head was so frightened that its tongue was tied. It had never seen anyone dare to offend Lord of Hell like this.
"Because I love telling the truth."
Ian opened the car door, carried the sack and Demon Head, and walked to the foreign building in a swagger. As soon as the souls wandering in the house saw him, they immediately became commotion.
"A witcher! It must be a witcher!" An old woman wearing clothes from the 1920s backed away in horror.
"No, I am the Supreme Supreme Natural Wonderful Milo Ian who rescues those in distress." Ian said nonsense, completely ignoring the ghosts who were running away in fear.
He was minding his own business rummaging around in the house. While the souls were running wild, they first lifted up the floor, then smashed the walls, and Ian even dismantled the toilet.
However.
But he still couldn't find the entrance to Hell.
"Where's the entrance?!"
Ian kicked the bathtub angrily.
The tiles shattered all over the floor.
Just then.
A cold female voice came from behind.
"Boy, don't you know that if you want to go to Hell, you need a key?"
This voice was filled with an unhappy tone.
Ian turned around suddenly and saw a tall woman leaning against the door frame. She was wearing a tight leather jacket, her eyes were as sharp as knives, and she was tossing an ancient coin in her hand - the same coin that Lucifer often played with.
"Mazikeen?"
Ian's eyes lit up.
"Would you like to go home and sit down together?"
He sent an invitation to the female Demons bartender whom he had met once, but his enthusiasm was always ruthlessly hurt. The female Demons bartender just rolled her eyes and threw the coin to him.
"Stop being so sentimental, Imp."
Finished.
This possibly narcissistic woman Demons turned around and disappeared into the shadows.
"Oh, this is God Ian's card. Someone is waiting here to give you the key! It's the deputy Hell who killed me instantly before!"
Demon Head was so excited that he was incoherent.
"Lucifer Your Majesty really has a close friendship with you!"
It tried to flatter him like crazy, but little did he know that these words made Ian immediately stressed.
"Lucifer Don't have a crush on me!" He rushed to the window and shouted at the Los Angeles night sky, "Did you hear that! I don't like bathing! I have a bad temper! I also like domestic violence--"
The words are not finished yet.
The coin in his hand suddenly started to glow.
"Buzz buzz--" Hellcat's engine started without warning, crashing through the door and rushing into the house. Ian reacted very quickly, turned over and jumped on the roof of the car.
"Let's go!"
He laughed and grabbed the roof rack.
Hellcat roared and rushed towards the wooden door that suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor. The moment it crashed, there was no original bedroom behind the door, but a thick darkness.
There.
It is the road leading to Hell. The next second, Hellcat, who is eager to try, rushes into the entrance of Hell with Ian, Will in the sack, and Demon Head who screams in terror.
[PS: If you owe another 10,000 yuan, it will break out at the end of the month.]