Super Detective in the Fictional World

Castre was stunned and smiled bitterly: "Turns out it's you. ”

And he looked at his little buddy, and he said, "That's not necessary. It's just a little grumpy. ”

Luke reached out and pointed at the black mesh that binds the pony, sensing that the black mesh he recycled his gesture automatically opened the snap and flew under magnetic action.

While flying back, the black net recompressed into its original cylindrical shape and fell into his hands.

The little black horse immediately grunted and climbed up to the old man, shaking his head and rubbing his master, indicating that he had been bullied by this villain again.

Castley rubbed his head: "Well, don't mess with him, because I can't, just go back to sleep. ”

The little black horse beat his nose angrily and hummed to Luke before returning to his stable.

But the route back was a detour away from where Luke was.

Having spoiled the owner just now, he also knew that there was no way to take this nasty guy, but to stay away from him and not get bored.

They walked back to the little church where Castre was, under the dusk lights, and Castre just asked, "Do you want some water? I only have white water here. ”

Luke was too lazy to talk, and went straight to the subject: "How are you doing? ”

Castre nodded momentarily: "A few more years to live. ”

Luke has been spending money watching this old man regularly, shooting some video of his life remotely from top shots, and this old man can't even spot it.

On the face of it, the old man does have a lot of good spirits, and he can even ride a little black horse for a walk.

Luke: "Where's Johnny? Have you heard from him? ”

“Visited me once…” Castre nodded and added immediately: “But I didn't ask where he was. ”

For him, his retired old man couldn't help the new knight, but he didn't have to look for Johnny anymore.

Luke: “I want to make a deal with you. ”

“No, I won't … uh” Castre subconsciously wanted to refuse, and he remembered the word "deal” very well.

But in his eyes, on the black and white skull mask opposite him, two black orbits lit up slightly white light.

Castre suddenly suddenly nitrogen, remembering the fear that he and his mount had been tied up and dominated, laughed bitterly: "Looks like I have to hear you out. ”

Luke nodded: "Don't worry, I'm not Mephisto. Besides, the last time I got that old guy back to Hell Sleep, he shouldn't be out for 10 years. ”

Castre was stunned: “What? ”

Johnny told him about the results of the last battle with the Black Heart Demon.

Castley wasn't surprised that the Black Heart Demon lost so badly that Murphysto's stupid son wasn't very smart.

The hardest thing for the old man to understand is that Mephisto never showed up.

The Covenant of San Van Gonza is absolutely important to this Lord of Hell.

Castley was convinced that this foolish son of Blackheart, who was ambitious and wanted to take the deed for his own use, was always just his father's chess.

Had it not been for Johnny's description of what happened after the San Van Gonza Pact was activated, Castre would have thought that his contract had been dropped by Mephisto.

Murphysto is a hell of a devil who likes to play lies and cheats. It's easy to do this in advance.

Now that Luke was listening, he had a hunch it was impossible.

But he realized in his head, what if Murphy didn't want to, but couldn't get the Covenant of San Van Gonza? My own confusion makes sense.

But more confusion ensued: it was Murphysto!

As Lord of Hell, King of Demons, he has his own dimension, and his true body has always been there.

In Hell's dimension, Murphysto is powerful.

There are those who can defeat him in hell, but... Castre does not feel that such horrors will appear before him and speak so kindly to himself.

Luke waved, “I'm not going to San Van Gonza without him first. Let's not talk about this monster, let's talk about our deal. In a word, you have to do everything you can when I need it...”

Castre frowned and wanted to say no.

“I'm not finished yet.” Luke's men pressed him to rest: "The vengeful evil spirits in your body are highly targeted against certain special beings. So I want you to deal with the situation, basically just this kind of enemy. But I'm usually in a hurry to save any time to protect more innocent people, so you have to move around New York. ”

Castre's mouth moved again, but this time he shut up intellectually, because Luke's words were not finished.

“You know the kind of" dead guy "that showed up in New York a while back? Not only did they wreak havoc in downtown New York, causing countless deaths and injuries, but they also opened the gates of the Underworld on Staten Island, trying to bring in all of their peers in the Underworld.” Luke said, "I don't suppose you'd be sitting there looking at this kind of existence, would you? ”

Castre nodded silently for a moment.

Without that sense of justice, he would have given the Covenant of San Van Gonza to Mephisto.

Compared to the Covenant of San Van Gonza, the consequences of opening the gates of the underworld in humankind are no worse, just as devastating.

Luke nodded: “That's what you have to deal with. If you need me, I'll call you to address the root cause, or you can fight the weirdos yourself and save innocent people. ”

Castre hesitated, but... still wanted to say no.

More than a hundred years of his life, long enough for him, he lived too long, he really didn't have the urge to fight.

But that belief in justice in his heart was his insistence for more than a hundred years. Losing the last insistence, it was only walking corpses who continued to live.

Luke looked at his hesitation, but just continued to finish the deal: “In order to give you enough energy to fight, I will regularly provide you with the last drug, Life One. I'll try to help you with all the setbacks and everything you need to live in New York. As long as you don't want to buy an Empire State Building to live and play, the normal requirements are fine. ”

Castley thinks the deal tastes a little wrong: how does it feel like that... well, over a hundred years ago, when he went to work for the sheriff, that was the tone of the conversation he had with the mayor.

At best, he is treated differently from what is required, but in essence… is he still employed?

He felt a little awkward and couldn't help but say the words of the mayor in ridicule: "What about gold? Lots and lots of gold. ”

Luke looked at him strangely.

A lot of superheroes have poor ghosts, but most people need money for their first reaction, right? This old thing... is pretty vintage.

Castre's words only made it out, and he got embarrassed: “I'm kidding...”