Zack was greeted by Mike. The devil smiled and waved to the two people walking towards him, "Are you guys coming to see me?"
Zach smiled, "Yes, look for Crowley by the way."
Of course, Mike knew that this was not the case, but he didn't care much. "Follow me, Crowley is waiting for you." Then he looked at Zach expectantly.
Zach understood and nodded, "I'll try my best."
Mike was expecting Zach to take him out of the church. After last week's mission, the tapes of the Grande House were completely scanned, and there was nothing left for Mike to play with in Grande. So Zach let Mike roam freely, as long as he came back at night. This was the exact opposite of Crowley's strictness, and the devil, now a serious priest, clearly preferred life at the Grand House.
Of course, Mike's freedom is also conditional. Zach will let Danny and Dylan follow, firstly so that Dylan can receive an education more in line with his race, and secondly, so that Danny, who has a better understanding of modern life, can look at Mike. , don't let him get into trouble.
Crowley finally got herself an office in the residential area behind the church, but it was more like a woman's closet than an office. There are hangers full of clothes next to the tall standing mirror. Cosmetics with various trademarks are piled on the desk. The head model, which is only seen in barber shops, is painted messily. God knows what Crowley was used for.
What makes Zach helpless is that Crowley changed her hairstyle again.
Still in trousers, off-white formal dress and brown leather shoes, it looks like a normal formal dress, but there are indeed explosive curls on the top of her head, as fluffy as a basketball on Crowley's head.
"Don't say anything!" Crowley only glanced at Zach, swiping her slender fingers behind her head, and the small curls that exploded were smooth. Her long golden hair fell down.
Zach shook his head. Crowley at least had the consciousness to accept a normal reaction. He wanted to tell Crowley that the problem wasn't her hair, but her clothes. This demon can completely wear a dress, and there is no need to make any changes to his current hairstyle.
"Do you have a place for us to sit down?" Zach looked around the 'office' that was piled with clothes, cosmetics, magazines... and there was no empty space.
Crowley waved her hand, and a stack of men's magazines flew up and was thrown aside. Zach picked up a copy, sat down, and flipped through a few pages, "Shouldn't you read women's magazines?"
"Hmph." Crowley sat down across from the desk, "This world has not made much progress and is still controlled by men. Do you think I should study what women like or what men like."
Zach couldn't refute, after all, Crowley lived in Barton City with a purpose. There was no flaw in her logic. How to control the world? Conquer men.
Zach tossed the magazine aside. Just let Crowley have her own way, she will never conquer Barton City.
"I think you should know why I came." Zach was very direct. "What did 'your people' see last night? I don't mind mentioning your contribution when telling James."
Crowley seemed to be in a bad mood. She raised a pair of legs that were so long that anyone would be jealous of them. She roughly kicked off the clutter on her desk and put it on her desk, "I hope you don't mention it." .James won’t be grateful to me in any way.”
Crowley accepts her fate? No hope of reversing James Lance's bad impression? Zach raised an eyebrow. Smiling, "It was your people. Your people beat the policeman named Chapman."
Crowley's face completely sank, "Watch your words." She stared at Benjamin who curiously picked up a jar of moisturizing cream and smelled it, "That's expensive! Put it down!"
Benjamin curled his lips, scooped up a large amount, and casually applied it on a model.
Crowley didn't care anymore and looked away. "Who do you think I am? Do I have many men? Are they everywhere? It's just that there happened to be one of my men among those people, and I can assure you that he didn't do anything!"
Zach's mood brightened, he found a witness!
"where is he?"
"Leave Barton." The corners of Crowley's eyes twitched. "His boss sent him out of Barton City this morning!" He glanced at Zach, "Do you want him to come back? Okay, let his container rot and fall away on the train."
Zach opened his mouth, the change was too fast and he needed to adapt.
Zach waved his hand, "Just tell me the whole story."
Crowley stared at Zach for a while, wondering what she was thinking, "Is it Chapman? That's his name? Well, Chapman, he's sick!"
Crowley's narration once again left Zach helpless.
Chapman provoked a group of drunken gangsters for no reason and shot Crowley's man through the knee. At this time, we should not praise Chapman's marksmanship, but mourn the completely innocent Crowley men. Then as expected, Chapman, who was looking for death, was severely beaten, and the beating was very serious.
"He is dead." Crowley's original words, "But he will not die so easily. I am interested in him. I want his soul."
Whether it's out of curiosity or for other purposes. Crowley did something that gave Zach a headache, she sent out a Shadow Man.
Yes, it's Pie. Danny the Phantom Man accidentally got the address of the Grand House where he can be protected. Other alien souls wandering in Barton City are not so lucky. They were dragged to Hell by Cerberus and became Crowley's camp.
"Why?" Zach frowned. He couldn't understand that if Crowley wanted Chapman's soul, she would just let Cerberus drag it into hell after natural death.
Crowley looked at Zach, paused for a long time, her body rocked back and forth on the chair, "I don't want my soul to go to hell."
"Why?" Zach's brows spread and he looked at Crowley blankly. This was a completely confused question.
"None of your business." Crowley quickly ended the topic.
Zach's eyebrows furrowed again, and two unrelated things appeared in his mind. Dylan was being chased when he was pulled out of hell, and the undead souls were released from the North Garden of the cemetery to receive Constantine's sermon.
"I want him to come to me, in one piece." Crowley continued, ignoring what Zach was thinking, "So I sent a shadow man to bring back this mentally ill police officer. But ." Crowley's face was filled with anger, and she lowered her voice, "He didn't come back!"
Zack shook his head, throwing away the distractions that suddenly appeared in his mind, waving his hand to ask Crowley to pause, "Let me clarify. Chapman should have died, but because of the Shadow Man, he is still alive now. Shadow Man. People should have brought him to you, but they didn't. Now it's not only the Chapman that James is looking for who is missing, but also the shadow man who possesses him. You are telling me that this is what happened ?"
Crowley glanced at Zach and admitted.
Zach looked at Benjamin, who was holding his arms and shaking his head with a smile on his face, "Any ideas?"
Benjamin laughed out loud, waited for a long time before stopping, and said seriously, "James won't like what he finds."
Zach shook his head helplessly, how could he describe it to James? There are two souls in a body that is rotting under the rules of nature, regardless of how the two souls distribute the rights to use the body. Their form of life was not acceptable to James.
"Then we have to find him before the police do, and either let him live or let him die as he wants." Zach tugged at the corner of his mouth. They still need to hurry up.
The shadow man is very weak. According to Crowley's account, Chapman's body has been beaten to pieces. Who knows how long he can delay Chapman's death. The key is not here, the key is that such a person wandering around Barton City is more uncomfortable than Papa's walking corpse at midnight! Because he is alive and acts autonomously, while the zombie is dead and is controlled by a puppet. There is a fundamental difference.
"Does this shadow man have a name?" Zach asked with a frown.
"Wandel." Crowley said coldly. The prisoner escaped. This was not glorious. As the 'boss', it would be even more disgraceful for her to search for it herself. Although those hellhounds are dogs, sorry, this kind of life in the cracks does not have the sense of smell of the real world.
So she could only choose the weakest one among the many disgraceful ones and ask Grande for help, "That's what he called himself."
"Wanderer." Zach shook his head. This name means "wanderer", which is not a good sign. "Do you have any clues? After last night's incident, you didn't send anyone to keep an eye on Chap." Man?"
This hit Crowley's pain point again, and she glared at Zach, "I told you, I don't have as many men as you think! If there are enough people, I will let this Wander go?"
Zach shook his head. He thought about what happened with Yuri a week ago. Crowley was using the devil contract, which meant that she was already short of manpower. It's a good thing, Zach curled his lips, stood up and prepared to leave.
"Let Mike follow you," Crowley said suddenly.
Zach almost forgot about this and nodded, but Crowley unexpectedly added, "Tell him to go directly to Constantine's place when he's done. Watching him wander around doing nothing every day makes me irritated!"
Zach raised his eyebrows, and he seemed to hear a strange meaning from it. What is the relationship between Mike and Crowley
This small, strange thought was smoothed away as Zach sorted out the dusty shirts in the messy office. Mike stood outside with a bright smile. He had already changed into casual clothes. What was ridiculous was that he was dragging two suitcases behind him. "Crowley informed me that I have prepared two copies. I can also have them at the Grand House." A room?”
Zach smiled, "Of course, Grande has plenty of room." (...)