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"John Constantine? What did he get?" Mazekin felt more and more impetuous. She just wanted to know where her knife was going. She wanted to know where Lilim's future was, and the one she swore allegiance to Where is Chen Yu now, "Tell me! Who does this damn clock belong to?"

The First Fallen smiled, he did not answer, but handed the tarot card with the twins in his hand to Diana, "This is what you want, Ms. Diana, go through this door, you will Find Andre, and what you're after."

"Answer me!" Mazekin wanted to reach out to grab the First Fallen's shoulder, but Etrigan, who had been watching from the side, suddenly stretched out a huge claw to stop Mazekin.

"The truth will always be revealed, so there is no need to rush for a while." Itlagen bared his fangs and stared at Mazekin with his blood-red eyes. "When the fate comes to nirvana, we will definitely kill Potian!"

"You'd better speak human language, Etrigen!" Mazerkin shouted through gritted teeth.

"Relax, Ms. Mazekin. There are no enemies for you here, at least for the time being, because we will all get more benefits in the new world and see new changes." The First Fallen stood with his hands behind his back. Turning back, he glanced sideways at Mazegin, "I have been waiting for too long. I even know that I cannot defeat God because he knows everything, even my fall. I even suspect that I am just the fall of Lucifer. An experiment before, and now, he is dead, I have lost my goal, and I will not admit this new little girl who has come to power. I am ready to continue playing Satan's game. I will continue to play this role, and then see more More souls, more mistakes, I may never be able to defeat God, but I can give Him the trouble I want!"

Variety.

Mazekin suddenly calmed down. She saw subtle changes, and she began to feel that the First Fallen might have thought of something during the time when they became mortals.

He wasn't even resisting the free will he always hated.

He's looking more and more like Lucifer.

"Mr. Brand, you should know what to do, right?" The First Fallen looked at "Dead Man" Boston Brand maliciously, "You will go with Ms. Diana, and the needles in your hands will be The threads are tangled, you have to do it.”

The "dead man" gritted his teeth, his pale face full of distress and hesitation.

"This is fucking...god..." New memories are also eroding the "dead man". He saw what he was about to do or had already done when Diana took the twins' tarot card. matter.

Killing and manipulation.

Even if what he has to deal with is not good people, even if he only needs to kill the bastard who controlled Andre to kill a few "Powder Keg Gang".

But the "dead man" swore that he did not want to continue to interfere in other people's lives, let alone use such violent means to control a person's destiny, even affecting some innocent people, and then push them into the abyss and completely change them.

"Remember, this is just a flash point! No matter us, or those living or dead, everything is just a passing smoke, just a brilliant moment of fireworks!" The First Fallen saw the meaning of the "dead man" Hesitantly, "All of this will cease to exist. This is not manipulating fate. On the contrary, this is the price to pay for making the world what it is! Everyone present is not a fool! Everyone should know that damn thing in creation." The price, the rules set by God! We have come this far! We have staked everything! Do you want to back down? Now?"

The "dead man" said "tsk", he clenched his fists, and then grinned sarcastically, "A Satan is actually telling me a story about Chicken Soup for the Soul! This world is really hopeless!"

Diana and the "Dead Man" looked at each other, knowing that they were about to face a cruel story, but they had to go on and there was no turning back.

At least they now know that they have been through this cycle countless times.

What they are looking forward to is the end of this cycle.

Diana raised her hand, and she and the "Dead Man" looked at the twins pattern on the tarot card, where their heads and feet were connected to form a circle. The two almost identical babies had their eyes closed as if they were sleeping soundly. The umbilical cord is the link between them.

"There is no death there, there is only rebirth." Etrigen suddenly said hoarsely, "There are also dreams..."

The twins in the tarot cards suddenly opened their eyes.

……

Andre was walking in despair on the edge of the river northeast of Hadrian's Wall, holding the stolen watch in his hand.

When parking, the hands of this watch stopped moving.

It might have been broken, but Andre didn't throw it away, as if it were important.

Andre didn't see anyone, and he even felt stupid, because this was a wasteland with no human habitation, only the low and broken city walls and the dark water of the Tyne River.

This is like a damn joke!

That note was just a trick of fate! There can be no way out here! I have to leave! I have to stay away from Newcastle! When other gang members find...

Andre suddenly stopped because he saw a house. The wooden house stood on the river bank in the darkness, like a lonely fortress, where the broken city wall was interrupted.

Andre didn't know why, but with his heart racing, he firmly believed that that house was the destination.

A house in the wilderness.

Who will be here? Who can find a way forward here? Find hope for new life?

Andre even felt that some ghost was cursing him, but he still took steps. He walked towards the house and towards the open door.

The lights turned on, as if to welcome Andre, the outsider.

Andre walked in the door tremblingly. Reflecting the firelight in the fireplace, he immediately saw a shriveled old lady staring at him with disdain from behind the wooden bar in front of her with eyes so vicious that it almost killed Andre. . He was used to this look, because everyone was like this, it was the only thing losers in this world could get.

Andre hunched over and walked to the bar. He tried to force out a smile that he thought was bright and friendly, "I am..."

The dead-like old lady had already stretched out her skinny finger to point to the narrow staircase not far away before Andre had finished speaking a bunch of nonsense.

Andre licked his chapped lips. He calmed down and walked towards the creaking shabby stairs after the old lady closed her eyes. Andre carefully walked the short distance and stood at the stairs on the second floor and looked back. Looking down blankly.

Andre wanted to run away, but he didn't because he needed help and he also needed an answer.

Newcastle abandoned him, fate played a trick on him, and he could even feel a pair of non-existent, cold and ruthless rotten withered hands strangling his neck. The God of Death laughed in the air, watching the final tragic ending of his clown.

No matter what, that person is my last straw.

Andre sighed and dragged his heavy footsteps to the door of Room 201. The door was open, and it was dark and silent inside. Just when Andre was looking at the other rooms on both sides of the corridor, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared at the door of Room 201, blocking Andre's sight like a hill. He was so frightened that he stepped back and opened his mouth. Big Mouth even forgot about screaming and shouting, and there was a rustling sound in his throat, like a rat.

"Mr. Andre?"

The black shadow made a slow, low but emotionless dry sound.

Andre nodded quickly and agreed after a few seconds, "Are you... the person on the note?"

"Please come in." The dull and unpleasant voice sounded again.

The mountain-like black shadow moved aside to make way for a gap. Andre hesitated for a while, but he still pressed against the door and went in.

The room was dark and small, with only one oil lamp burning. There was only one broken chair beside the two simple beds. On the edge of the chair was a small round table with a black leather suitcase on the table.

The sound of the door closing behind him sounded, and Andre shivered like a hair.

"Sit...down."

Andre turned around immediately when he heard the sound, and this time he saw most of the tall man's appearance clearly. This man was wearing a gray coat, wrapped tightly, as if he was extremely afraid of the cold, but even so, his burly and strong body still bulged the coat. He also wore a ridiculous black top hat and a pair of sunglasses , in Andre's opinion, this person is either a mental illness, an idiot, or a blind man. The strangest thing is the face that is as pale as an albino patient, even the lips are bloodless.

Like a zombie.

"Sit down." The man emphasized again.

This time Andre sat obediently in the only chair, straightening his back obediently.

The man staggered to the bed and sat down, and then looked at Andre directly. This made Andre very uncomfortable because he couldn't see the man's eyes under his sunglasses.

"You...are...a psychic."

This sentence is not a question.

Andre's eyes widened in surprise, partly in shock and partly in realization. He is indeed a psychic. This is an innate ability, not the trick of those charlatans. However, he almost never used this meaningless power, and even completely forgot about it, because it brought no good except the annoyance of the dead.

"How do you know?" Andre asked stammering.

The man shook his head and did not answer. He stretched out his white-gloved hand to pick up the box on the round table and held it in his arms. He opened it, slowly took out an information bag and handed it to Andre. Andre looked at the zombie man and then at the information bag. He took it hesitantly and opened it carefully.

It's full of Andre's information, as well as a few photos, and even a photo of Andre's mother.

Andre's head was numb when he saw the tragic scene of his mother's death, as well as the blood-stained inverted cross.

"We... understand you... and can... help you." The man spoke at an alarming speed, "Only... one... condition."

Andre raised his head, looking at the man in front of him with fear and curiosity.

The man observed Andre calmly and indifferently for a moment, then took out a piece of yellowed paper from the box again and handed it over.

"Sign...this...agreement..."

The man's words stopped abruptly. In Andre's opinion, he was also tired of the language skills that were more strenuous than constipation.

Andre looked at the writing on the paper through the dim light. Unfortunately, he didn't recognize most of the characters. Andre had a feeling that he thought these characters were ancient characters and did not belong to this world.

Weird and grotesque, like the devil's cunning contract.

However, when the man handed over a ballpoint pen, Andre took it tremblingly and signed his name driven by some kind of force. He has no power to choose. This is his only chance to get a new life, even if his new life is about to begin in hell. As cowardly as he is, he can only live in humility.

Andre handed the signed yellow paper back to the man, but the man shook his head. He pointed to Andre's hand, and inadvertently, a silver dagger appeared in the man's big hand.

Andre's facial features were twisted into a ball in frustration. In the midst of a sobbing moan, the man grabbed his right arm and cut Andre's wrist cleanly with the dagger. Andre looked at the rapid blood flow in horror. It splattered out, but the man had already caught the dark red blood with a quill and started writing quickly on the bottom of the yellowed paper.

Seeing the man put down the last stroke, Andre saw the man stuff the yellowed paper into a heavy iron book with a black cover, and he saw the man close the iron book heavily.

Rebirth comes in darkness.