Super Detective in the Fictional World

After a while, the female doctor suddenly remembered one thing and couldn't help but wonder: Oops! You're not gonna be blamed for acting like a third-rate young lady tonight, are you?

She used to see the silliness of the female partners, and she felt that the sand sculpture women should die as soon as they appeared, because every second they lived was an insult to the intelligence of normal people.

She doesn't know that Luke didn't think about her at the moment.

Just moments after the black-hole passage was wiped out, a system prompt did jump out: "Hit Hell Lord Murphysto and delay each other's 12-year mission to Earth. ”

6,000 total mission experience, 6,000 points.

100% Mission Contribution, 6000 Experience, 6000 Points.

Luke couldn't help but smile on his face: Is there anything more reassuring than lying back in bed with an "old friend”?

If so, it must be… and let this “old friend” lie down for a few more years.

Murphysto, this old guy, is definitely a big danger.

Luke has more certainty if he matches one day later.

He just invested 60,000 points in "Giving to the Door" to avoid wasting money by not sure if he could attack Old Mo.

Second, afraid of being too harsh for a moment, Old Mo directly lifted the table, "Sit up in a dying sickness”, and risked losing half his old life to kill him.

The third time he sent the small 60,000 points, the second was accidentally completed, then the third time he should also give the 60,000 points.

Perhaps if we do it again, we can give this old iron 666 the perfect blessing.

And as a hell lord who lived for years without knowing how many years, Murphysto could be said to be immortal and obscene.

This old guy has always been soft and afraid of hard, but for Luke now, Old Mo is the harder side.

As long as Old Musher has to pay for a thousand years of sleeping and can't do any entertainment, it will definitely bring bad luck to Luke.

Of course, Safe First Road Someone has repeatedly speculated about simulating the situation and character of the Lord of Hell and has defined a safety threshold.

After thirty or fifty years of sleep, the Lord of Hell has been in the hospital for two weeks to a month.

This feeling is unpleasant, but patience is over, and life goes on.

Once you sleep for a thousand years, it's like a normal person lying in bed for two or three years, not being able to work, not being able to entertain, which is quite painful.

As a representative figure in many hell, Old Mo has a 95% chance of not turning his face over, but surviving this “short” twenty or thirty years.

If he were such an impulsive devil, his name would have long been forgotten by the vast majority of creatures.

Too impulsive a demon, usually sleeping, is about to be beaten to sleep.

The beginning of the rafter rots first, and it also applies to the devils.

……

A moment ago in Hell's Dimension, Mephisto was sleeping on the throne with his eyes closed.

Since the last time he was attacked, he has blocked access for his men to report.

For two years, the prayers and demands of his men and his followers were automatically answered by that little shallow consciousness.

Whether or not the devil responds to prayers and demands, there is never a standard.

Some naturally lazy demons do not open their eyes even when asked to do so.

Murphysto, the Lord of Hell, certainly has a higher character.

Most of the time, he gave a reply like "read” at most, with no follow-up.

He is the Lord of Hell, not Taobao Customer Service.

The ability to bring shallow consciousness back to reading is to avoid the escape of those who have been operating for years and believers.

This old pussy has been busy for thousands of years and cannot afford to lose a lot of sinking costs. Who makes him like to collect all kinds of boutiques and exquisite souls!

This is like collecting limited-edition figurines from a resident man. It's the greatest fun of his demons, and it adds more strength and strength to his men.

In the last two years, Old Mo has rarely slept in peace, and nothing strange has happened again.

Consequently, consent is automatically chosen when a shallow consciousness receives a “credibility” and “boutique" believer who sends a sacrifice request.

Two “sacrifices” came through the corridor and were automatically assigned to a private cell inside the Palazzo Mephisto.

There's nothing wrong with shallow consciousness doing this.

The cells here have been operated by Lao Mo for many years and are fairly reliable, and no more powerful sacrifices can escape in a short time.

Once the sacrifice is too powerful, the sacrifice passage will not open.

And Constance and Tate's mother and son undoubtedly belong to the scum class in Old Mo's power judgment.

The true strength of the integral energy in their bodies is also not high.

After all, a garbage god takes 2,000 points to gray, and an old ink body can blow a hundred garbage gods in one breath.

But there are always exceptions.

Constance's mother and son were thrown by Luke for less than two seconds, and under the attack of integral reading, they turned into a little light gold powder.

On Earth, integral energy will automatically dissipate after completing an enemy extermination mission.

And after they destroyed two scum enemies, a message of the same origin crossed all sorts of spells and physical barriers in the palace and passed to them: "Support! We need backup! Guys, come on! ”

Integral energy doesn't have the human kind of intrinsic consciousness, but it has a response mechanism similar to conditional reflexes.

In an instant, the integral energy in the cell converged into a golden filament, rushing towards the void.

On the throne, Old Mo suddenly frowned.

He sensed that the weird energy in his body that was gradually being suppressed somehow became active, as if calling for help?

After tens of thousands of years of intuition, a crazy reminder of a word: Danger!

He somehow remembered that one time, a 250-man ran to himself, and then... no!

He opened his eyes violently and moved his fingers slightly to provoke the absolute restraint of the throne.

But it's too late.

His mind was fast, and the reflexes of similar quantum entanglements between integral minds were faster.

Just before his fingers touched the armrest and absolute protection had been activated, a fine wire of golden wire came from the void, flashed under his ribs and stabbed in, smoothly with the "Brothers Army” club.

Murphysto stared and screamed a moment later, jumping eight feet high from the throne.

This time it was really eight feet tall, because it really hurt so much, it felt more painful than the first time.

Covering his old waist, the old ink twisted his face and whistled: “Why, why you again! Beidou, Beidou, I must make you die! No, I'm going to catch you alive in hell and teach you a hundred. No, 10,000 years. Ahhhhh!”

As he roared furiously, the whole hell space was trembling.

Those long-overdue caves in remote areas collapsed further, with lava volcanoes erupting suddenly, spraying thick black smoke and sparkling magma.

A whole bunch of killing, playing, sleeping, beating, beating demons and evil spirits stopped, pounding on their knees, and Cersei shivered.

Don't give a shit, they know it's Lord Furious.

The ghost knows which idiot provoked the lord, but as long as he doesn't come looking for himself to exasperate.

Anyway, every three or five hundred years, adults come like this, and it's just like some period of human women, people get used to it.