American Drama World Exorcism

Crowley's proposal made Benny very excited, but instead of showing it, he brought up the trick again.

"I'll think about it. You can talk about the tricky thing first."

Crowley nodded, not urging Benny in the slightest.

Not to mention the quality of service, just as far as the service attitude is concerned, the service of the Devil at Crossroads is really nothing, and it makes people very comfortable.

"I don't know much about Tricky Monster. I only know that he was born a long time ago and has been active in the world. He should be an immortal species.

Tricky monsters like to be tricky. He is not malicious. "

After waiting for a long time without hearing Crowley continue talking, Benny asked suspiciously.

"Gone?"

Crowley nodded and looked at Benny innocently.

"Well, no more."

Benny is short of breath.

If it hadn't been for the tricky monster, he would now want to throw Crowley on the road, and then drove the car back and forth, crushing him into pieces of paper.

"Hammond, are you married to your girlfriend?"

Crowley asked curiously.

Benny said nothing.

Crowley turned his gaze to Derek.

"Little friend, what's your name?"

Derek glanced at Crowley, then looked at Benny, holding the Coyote backpack and did not answer.

Crowley didn't get annoyed, and took out a coat and rummaged it back and forth.

"I'll take a look—oh, I found it, so your name is Derek Hall."

Crowley exaggeratedly yelled at the label on his clothes.

Benny looked back, recognized that it was Derek’s jacket, and shook his head.

"We don't need that dress anymore. I'll buy you another one in Polis."

Crowley put away his jacket with a smile, and opened his mouth to speak, but Benny interrupted him first.

"Crowley, enough! If I don't shut up, I will throw you down and die in the middle of the road!"

Crowley took a look at Benny's expression and shut up obediently.

The carriage finally calmed down.

Benny drove the car in silence and drove into Polis. At this time, the horizon was white. Benny looked for a hotel to stay and planned to take a rest before leaving in the afternoon.

This time, Benny opened two rooms and said that he would not live with Derek any more.

As for Crowley.

Benny glanced at Crowley, who was stopped by the hotel security, and led Derek into the elevator.

Crowley was stopped outside and watched Benny and Derek leave, curled his lips, did not rush.

He left the hotel and walked into a small alley. A cloud of black smoke flew out of his body and got into the ventilation duct of the hotel.

Black smoke wafted through the ventilation duct, following the vent into the body of a young woman in the room next to Benny.

The woman was lying dormant in the bathtub, suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

The woman's eyes became pure black, she lowered her head and touched her body, straightened out her slightly messy hair, and stood up.

The woman looked like she was in her early twenties, with a bulging front and back, and a fiery figure.

Crowley nodded in satisfaction, wiped off the water stains on his body, took the bathrobe and wrapped it, dried his hair, painted a heavy makeup in the mirror, twisted his waist and left the room.

When he came to the door of Benny's room, he knocked on the door.

"Sir, your breakfast."

There was a rustling movement in the room, followed by Benny's voice.

"Wait a moment."

After a while, the door opened, revealing Benny, naked.

While Benny was stunned, Crowley looked at the timing and threw himself into Benny's arms.

"Mr. Hammond, I am your delicious snack—"

"roll--"

Benny pushed away the groaning Crowley blankly. The door was closed with a slam.

咚咚咚——

"Mr. Hammond, are you dissatisfied with me?"

咚咚咚——

"Mr. Hammond, do you want me to change one?"

咚咚咚——

"Mr. Hammond, how about that burgundy hair in the hall downstairs?"

咚咚咚——

"If you don't speak, I will take it as your acquiescence. You will come in a while."

After a while, there was another knock on the door.

"Mr. Hammond, open the door and take a look at me."

"Aren't you satisfied with this?"

"Wait, I'll change another one."

After a while, another woman's voice changed outside the door.

In this way, the voice will change every few moments outside the door, male and female, old and young, pure, mature...

Finally, Benny couldn't bear it, and angrily opened the door, then his anger turned into astonishment.

In the corridor outside his room, densely packed with men, women and children. In the middle of the crowd, the familiar short, bald guy was smiling and spreading his hands towards Benny.

"Mr. Guardian, we meet again."

Crowley was greeted by Benny's angry fist.

...

Crowley covered his face, looked at Benny with a grievance on his face, and then touched his bruised cheek with pity on his face.

"Mr. Guardian, you are racist!"

Crowley protested angrily.

At this point, Benny has figured out the whole story.

Starting from the motel, the Crowley who has been following him is not the real Crowley at all.

This guy who covered his face and yelled that he would protest racial discrimination without compensating him was the real Crowley.

"Have you heard of the tricky weird?"

Benny asked.

The rich expression on Crowley's face became richer.

His eyes widened, his face was full of shock and consternation, as if he had forgotten the pain of being punched by Benny on his face.

"Why are you asking this?"

"Have you encountered a tricky monster?"

Crowley screamed, and before Benny could answer, he jumped out of the bed and hurried out.

"Sorry to bother you, Mr. Guardian."

Benny's figure flashed, stopped in front of Crowley, and reached out to close the door.

"So the tricky monster really exists?"

Crowley pursed his lips and refused to answer.

Benny chuckled and turned around and began to paint the magic circle on the door.

"This is an improved version I got from a hunter. It won't drive you back to hell, but can trap you here."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, your devil claims to have endless time, so you can slowly spend it here,"

"I think this hotel's business is pretty good. Maybe after more than one hundred and eighty years, it will go bankrupt. Naturally someone will come to remove the door and you can go out.

It's not a long time, just over a hundred years. "

The expression on Crowley's face changed, and finally gritted his teeth fiercely.

"Well, you won, Hammond."

Benny paused in his hand and didn't stop. Instead, he asked, "Let's talk about it, what's the tricky strange thing," while drawing the magic circle.

"I don't know much about Tricky Monster. I only know that he was born a long time ago and has been active in the world. He should be an immortal species.

Tricky monsters like to be tricky. "

Benny turned his head and looked at Crowley.

"Gone?"

Crowley "It's gone."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

Benny felt the conversation above was a bit familiar.

Isn't this what the tricky monster said to him?

"Why are the tricky monsters staring at me?"

Benny asked tentatively.

"you do not know?"

Crowley asked with eyes wide open.

I'm coming!

The familiar feeling is here again!

"Should I know?"

Benny asked calmly.

"Well, it's not hard to understand that the tricky monster is staring at you. Your reputation has been very strong recently—"

"Even **** has your (me) reputation to sing. Of course the tricky monster will stare at you (me)."

Benny followed Crowley in unison.

Crowley looked at Benny.

Benny looked at Crowley.

"you know?"

"Tricky monster turned into you, sitting in my car, and said to me."

Benny Crowley step by step after all.

"I wonder if you are really Crowley."

Crowley raised his hand quickly.

"I am, I really am."

"I told you that I want to be the lord of hell."

Seeing that Benny hadn't stopped, Crowley quickly proved himself innocent.

"I lied to you when I was in Washington."

"I also peeked a part of your memory."

Benny was expressionless, with a fireball in his palm.

"These tricky monsters have told me."

"Don't, Hammond, don't do that."

Crowley was so frightened that he backed away again and again.

"I also know that Derek is actually the son of you and that woman named Thalia!"

"This tricky monster also knows. Change another one."

"alright, you win."

Crowley gritted his teeth and said

"Those who leave your territory are going to die. Ashur, Lord of Hell, is watching them."

Benny paused, thought for a moment, shook his head and said

"No, change another one."

"I'm really Crowley!"

Crowley panicked now, and he did not know where to pull out a large pile of sheepskin rolls.

"Look, these are all the demon contracts I signed. I am really Crowley."

Benny picked up some sheepskin rolls and looked at them, the fireball in his hand dissipated.

"You said the lord of **** is watching them, what's the matter?"

Benny asked with a serious expression, pointing to the sheepskin scroll in his hand.

There are a lot of densely written words on the parchment scroll, and at the end are two familiar signatures, one is Crowley's, and the other is one of the townspeople who left from Hawkinstown.

Crowley put away the parchment rolls on the ground one by one, wiped the sweat from his forehead and said

"The souls of those who left from Hawkinstown are the best souls. That is the existence that makes all soul-eating people be greedy. By chance, Yasather discovered this secret, so, They were all spotted by Arthur."

"How many people haven't signed this **** contract?"

Crowley thought for a while and shook his head regretfully.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Guardian, according to the old agreement, they have left your territory and are no longer under your protection. You cannot interfere in free transactions without authorization."

Shit's own deal.

The devil contract can only be regarded as a fraud, where does the free transaction come from?

Benny sneered at Crowley's statement, but he didn't show it on his face. He didn't mention it anymore, as if he had already let go, but instead asked about Crowley's purpose of coming here.

"The passage to **** failed. I did not return to hell, but came outside your door."

Crowley honestly told the story of the future.