Constantine was startled for a moment: "Wait, I just want to go to Hell, not to die!"
Darian looked indifferent: "What's the difference? Heaven has already blacklisted you anyway. You'll end up in Hell when you die regardless, so what's the difference between going early or late."
Constantine: "..."
"That hurts, buddy."
"I haven't lived enough yet."
Constantine hurriedly stepped back half a step, fearing that Darian would really send him to see Satan with one shot, in which case he would truly have no hope of entering Heaven.
He explained: "I meant there's a way to smuggle into Hell. We just need a basin of Water and a cat, but time is limited. We must act quickly, or we'll be stuck in Hell."
[Task 'Constantine's Request' completed]
[Reward: EXP +500, Constantine Favorability +10, Item 'Angel Cigarettes']
[Item: Angel Cigarettes (Produced by Heaven, the smoke produced by the cigarettes has calming, soul-redeeming, purifying, exorcising, and air-cleaning effects; the cigarettes in the case are inexhaustible)]
As expected of Constantine, even the reward is cigarettes.
[Pre-quest completed, next phase automatically started]
[Task: Hell is Empty, Demons are on Earth]
[Goal: Investigate the root cause of large-scale demon appearances, find the mastermind]
[Reward: EXP +2000, Constantine Favorability +10, Random Item *1, Random Equipment *1]
"Why go through the trouble of smuggling? I have official channels."
Darian smiled disdainfully, turned his head to look at Angela beside him: "Do you have any information on your sister? Birth dates, anything detailed."
"Yes, I do."
Angela had already recovered and nodded repeatedly.
She knew that Darian was a helper specifically found by Constantine, so she immediately took out Isabel's complete file from her bag and handed it over.
Darian flipped his right hand, and a black card suddenly appeared between his two fingers.
It was exactly the business card that Satan had given him the last time they met.
"Let's go."
Without waiting for Constantine to react, Darian had already reached out and grabbed him by the back of the collar. The flames on the card were like physical objects, beginning to burn rapidly, and the surrounding scenery distorted rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, they were already standing on the land of Hell.
"This is actually Hell?"
Constantine looked on, dumbfounded: "No, you're a priest, why do you have permission to enter and leave Hell?"
Darian did not hide it and said happily: "I have some connections here. You should know him; his name is Satan."
Constantine: "..."
"You call that 'some connections'?"
"He's the biggest boss of Hell!"
Constantine looked bewildered: "You also know Satan?"
Darian nodded: "Met him once. He thought I had potential and asked if I wanted to be an official in Hell. I said I'd consider it, so he gave me this permanent pass."
"Oh, right, he also asked me to pass on a message. Your lifespan is running out. He's looking forward to the moment you die. He's already built a custom theme park for you in the center of Hell, just waiting for you to check in."
[Task 'Death Declaration' completed]
[Reward: EXP +1000, Anchor Shard *1, Item 'Hell Lighter']
[Item: Hell Lighter (Can release Hell Fire, extremely high temperature, can burn most materials, and is difficult to extinguish)]
Nice, just got cigarettes and now a lighter, that's a set.
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Constantine couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he heard that Satan was thinking about him: "Uhh, I suddenly remembered I have urgent business on Earth. I'm going back first."
Seeing that Constantine wanted to run away, Darian grabbed him by the back of the collar and pulled him back: "What are you afraid of? Satan is a man of his word. He said he'd wait for you to die, so he will. Otherwise, do you think you'd still be alive now?"
Constantine retorted: "Bulls***, he's not even human, who knows if his promise is worth anything!"
"At least it's worth more than your promise."
Darian waved his hand: "Enough, stop wasting time. Let's find Isabel's soul."
Constantine said with a bitter face: "Hell is so big, and we don't have any of Isabel's belongings as a medium, how are we supposed to find her?"
Darian looked at him with disdain: "Can't even find someone in Hell? And you call yourself a Hell Detective."
He looked at the mini-map, walked towards a broken building not far away, smashed half a wall with one punch, and reached out to pull out the evil spirit that was hiding inside and preparing to sneak attack.
Evil Spirit: (°Д°)
"Ahhh!!"
The evil spirit realized what was happening, and its twisted face instantly became even more ferocious.
It opened its mouth full of sharp teeth, let out a sharp and piercing hiss, and bit towards Darian.
Darian raised his hand and threw two punches, directly denting its face.
"Can you speak human?"
"Ah! Ah!!"
The evil spirit was stunned for a moment, froze for two seconds, and then let out an even more miserable scream.
"Still screaming."
Darian didn't hold back either, hitting left and right, his fists falling on its face like raindrops.
"Ah... Ah... Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I can speak human!" The evil spirit suddenly opened its mouth to beg for mercy.
Darian snorted coldly: "Should have said so earlier. Why play dumb?"
The evil spirit curled up on the ground, covering its face and trembling.
Who exactly is the evil spirit here!
Darian took out Isabel's file and said to the evil spirit: "I need you to help me find a woman named Isabel Dodson. Her soul should be in Hell. This is her information."
"Okay."
The evil spirit agreed on the surface, but sneered in its heart.
It is an evil spirit of Hell, how could it obediently help a human do things? Once it escapes this human's control, it will run away immediately.
Suddenly, Darian took out a banknote emitting a faint black aura: "If you can bring her back, this money is yours."
[Item: 10,000 Ghost Coins (Money makes the mare go)]
Constantine was amused on the side: "Buddy, do you think this is Earth? How could these evil spirits possibly do this for your little bit of money..."
"Yes, Boss! Task guaranteed to be completed!"
The evil spirit abruptly interrupted Constantine's words, its eyes glowing as it stared fixedly at the Ghost Coins in Darian's hand, its eyes full of desire for money.
Constantine: "..."
"No way, can you use financial power in Hell too?"
Darian didn't pin all his hopes on this one evil spirit.
He used the same method to find more than a dozen other Hell natives, taking out Ghost Coins and indicating that whoever found the target first would get the money.
Watching the Hell natives scrambling to find Isabel, Constantine's mouth twitched.
"Has capitalism started to corrupt Hell too?"
Now he was even more determined not to go to Hell.
He was already a pauper himself. If he went down to this Hell corrupted by capital, wouldn't he have a worse life than on Earth?
Not long after, a female succubus found Isabel's soul and brought her to Darian.
"Boss, I found the soul you wanted."
The female succubus smiled fawningly: "So, my reward..."
"This is what you deserve."
Darian took out a 100-denomination Ghost Coin and threw it over.
This time he didn't play any tricks.
Maybe he would need these Hell natives to help in the future, so establishing a good reputation would make things easier later.
"Thank you, Boss!"
The female succubus hurriedly took the Ghost Coin, not complaining about the small denomination.
She could feel that the energy on the Ghost Coin could strengthen herself, which was much stronger than absorbing the essence of hundreds of men.
The female succubus reached into the four-dimensional pocket on her chest and took out a business card to hand to Darian.
"Boss, if you have anything to do in the future, you can find me. This is my business card. My name is on the back. Just call my name if you need anything, anything at all."
The female succubus winked at Darian, never looking at Constantine on the side the whole time, and twisted her waist as she turned and melted into the shadow nearby.
"This is possible too!?"
Constantine's eyes went straight.
He had dealt with Hell his whole life, and every meeting was either life-or-death or mutual plotting. When had he ever seen a demon be so flattering?
The look the female succubus gave Darian before leaving just now, she practically wanted to pounce on him.
Darian chuckled and threw the business card into the system warehouse: "The world isn't just about killing and fighting, it's about human relationships. As long as you pay enough, you can even make ghosts push the mill."
Constantine nodded repeatedly, his eyes turning, and he leaned over, rubbing his hands: "You're so right, Darian. Since you're so rich, can you lend me some money? I swear on my reputation, I'll definitely pay you back later."
Darian smiled at him: "Of course, when you die, I'll burn it for you personally."
"Uhh, never mind then."
Constantine's expression stiffened, and he withdrew his hand.
Darian couldn't be bothered with this guy who always wanted to freeload, and turned to look at Isabel, who was at a loss nearby.
"You are Isabel Dodson? Angela's sister?"
"You, who are you?"
Isabel was a little scared.
Darian revealed a smile he thought was kind: "As you can see, I'm a priest. Your sister entrusted me to investigate the truth of your death."
Uhh, completely couldn't tell.
Seeing that Darian could command so many Hell demons to find her, Isabel thought he was some terrible big demon.
"You scared her, let me do it. I have the most experience with girls."
Constantine immediately perked up, straightened his crumpled trench coat, and walked forward confidently: "Hello, I'm Constantine. Don't be afraid, we aren't bad guys..."
Before he could finish speaking, Isabel backed away in horror.
"I know you. Your name has spread throughout Hell. Everyone says you're a liar, not a word of truth in your mouth, and being friends with you is a death sentence. The one who survives doesn't die but ends up crippled. Even getting close to you leads to no good end. Humans and ghosts alike get screwed over by you."
Constantine's face turned black as he listened: "Slander! Absolute slander! They are slandering me!"
Darian laughed, kicked Constantine away, and asked Isabel directly: "Since your soul is in Hell, it proves you really committed suicide. You're a Catholic, so you should understand that suicides can't go to Heaven. What caused you to end your life even if it meant going to Hell?"
Isabel hesitated for a few seconds and said: "It was a demon. An extremely terrifying demon wanted to use me as a medium to break through the barrier between Hell and Earth and descend to the human world. I had no power to resist it, so I had to choose suicide."
Constantine frowned: "What demon? Could it be Satan?"
His words were pure slander.
With Satan's power, where would he need to go through such trouble? If he wanted to, he could descend to Earth directly.
He just wanted to splash dirty water on Satan, hoping that God would be displeased and take action to deal with Satan, so that he could escape from Satan's hands.
Isabel shook her head: "I don't know its name, but I can feel its power is far stronger than ordinary demons. I sensed this symbol with my spirit vision before I died. Maybe it can help you."
As she spoke, she raised her arm, revealing a strange symbol carved on her right wrist.
Darian took a photo of the symbol and said to Isabel: "Are you willing to continue staying in this Hell?"
Isabel shook her head decisively: "Of course not."
Darian nodded, took out the box of white Angel Cigarettes, and pulled one out to put in his mouth.
Then he took out the newly obtained Hell Lighter and lit the cigarette.
Darian: ( "A^ ) y —
He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke towards Isabel.
In an instant, the white smoke seemed to have life, wrapping around Isabel's soul.
A wave of holy energy surged instantly, Isabel's soul gradually became clear and bright, the evil filth that had been covering her body was swept away, and the whole soul emitted a warm white light.
The next second, the dark red and oppressive sky of Hell suddenly cracked a small gap, and pure, gentle holy light pierced through the layers of floating Hell ash, falling steadily in front of Isabel, condensing into a pure white staircase of light.
As a devout Catholic, Isabel knew exactly what this was; it was the path to Heaven.
She looked at Darian with a face full of gratitude, her voice trembling uncontrollably.
"Thank you, Father!"
Darian waved his hand: "I'm just going with the flow. Mainly, Heaven is willing to accept you. Suicide wasn't your fault; you sacrificed yourself to stop a demon from descending to Earth. That's called giving your life for a righteous cause."
Isabel bowed her head to bless Darian, then turned and walked towards the staircase of light.
The next moment, the holy light wrapped around her figure, slowly rising towards the gap in the sky.
Constantine's eyes lit up, and he immediately rushed towards the staircase of light, shouting at the gap: "Wait! Wait for me! I'm Constantine! I've shed blood for God! I've done meritorious service for Heaven! Take me with you..."
As a result, before he could finish speaking, the speed of the staircase of light's ascent suddenly accelerated.
Isabel exclaimed, and her whole soul was suddenly dragged into the gap by the holy light.
Then the gap closed abruptly, the dark red sky returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.
Constantine: "..."
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