Personality V: I will save everything

Although they said so, before that, there was a young police officer among them who really couldn't stand it anymore.

His eyes widened, his face flushed, and there were even a few beads of sweat on his forehead, as if he had seen something extremely embarrassing.

Finally, he couldn't help it. As if he had made up his mind, he quickly unbuttoned his coat, and then carefully placed it on Miss Jenny's chest, trying to help her cover that embarrassing part.

However, this move did not seem to have much effect.

On the contrary, the young police officer's eyes seemed to be attracted by a magnet and he could not take them away from Miss Jenny.

His eyes were fixed on the pair of breasts that were barely visible, and he completely forgot how inappropriate his behavior was.

Perhaps because of his youthful vigor, the young policeman's heart had long been occupied by desire. He could not control his gaze at all, let alone listen to what Miss Jenny was saying.

At this moment, all his attention was focused on that pair of seductive breasts, as if they had some kind of magic that made him completely immersed in it.

"Ok?"

At this moment, Miss Jenny suddenly asked a curious question.

She seemed a little surprised by the young police officer's behavior, but did not show too much disgust.

Instead, she just gently pushed the other person's hand away.

"Come on, we are much more open here than you."

If this sentence was spoken by someone else, it might seem a bit ridiculous.

But when it comes from the mouth of the devil named Antonio, it seems particularly convincing.

After all, the other party is a devil.

But now that it comes to this, Mycroft has time to pay attention to their attire. It seems that except for Miss Jenny, the clothes of other males... well, at least the monsters who appear to be male seem to be quite conservative.

"I say, can we take Robbie back first?" Alva's voice revealed a hint of impatience, "If you have any follow-up questions, can't you wait until tomorrow?"

This big blue-black cat was now gently coaxing Robbie, who was already yawning in his arms. His golden eyes would occasionally scan the people around him, as if observing their reactions.

Although it is unclear why, judging by the way Alva dresses, speaks, and behaves, it gives people the feeling of being a scholar among monsters.

Its clothes are neat and elegant, and its words reveal a calmness and confidence, which makes it quite different from other monsters.

"Well, in that case, you can come to the Golden Rose Theater or my mansion to find us tomorrow. It's a good opportunity for you to rest up since you have come from afar."

In the end, it was Norton Campbell who made the final decision on what to do next. What could the police officers do? They couldn't stop them, but...

"What a pity..." Sheriff Lestrade stood in front of the burning building, muttering softly with regret on his face.

He had hoped to capture at least a few tough guys in the fire, and then interrogate them severely, maybe he could get some clues about the follow-up clues from them.

However, the reality gave him a heavy blow - the building had been burned into ruins and was beyond recognition. The devil obviously would not be kind enough to save a few survivors.

Lestrade couldn't help but feel a sense of despair. This important clue was lost just like that. The subsequent investigation would definitely become extremely difficult.

However, what Lestrade did not expect was that his mumbling to himself was actually heard by the devil named Antonio.

Antonio kept an extremely stiff and weird smile, staring at Lestrade, and suddenly said:

"You should have told me earlier. I'll give this to you and you can ask him." His voice was so calm that it made people feel a little scared.

Lestrade stared at the demon with wide eyes, looking at him in astonishment. He could not understand what was happening before his eyes. It was completely beyond his comprehension.

The demon stuffed his fist into his mouth without hesitation, then his forearm, and then his entire arm.

The series of movements were smooth and natural, as if his body was made of rubber.

A normal person would have choked to death if they did this, but to this demon, it seemed like a perfectly normal thing.

There was no trace of pain in his expression, and there was even a hint of playfulness.

"Ugh————" Suddenly, the demon made a slight vomiting sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent environment.

With the sound of vomiting, the thing was finally vomited out of the demon's stomach.

It was a soul that had already melted a little, and it kept wailing in the devil's hands, as if it was experiencing great pain.

Seeing this scene, some police officers with weaker psychological endurance could no longer bear it and vomited one after another. The scene was immediately filled with a disgusting smell.

Sheriff Lestrade stood there, staring at the soul in the devil's hand. He was full of contradictions and fears, not knowing how to deal with such a situation.

If he accepted this soul, he didn't know what would happen; if he didn't accept it, he seemed unable to face the provocation of the devil.

Just as Inspector Lestrade was hesitating and struggling, he suddenly heard a shout:

"Antonio, stop being so disgusting and leave now, or I'll lock you out."

The voice came from Alva, and his tone seemed a little impatient, as if he was very dissatisfied with Antonio's behavior. After saying that, Alva didn't even look back, and left straight away, as if he had completely lost patience with Antonio.

The demon named Antonio was holding the soul in his hand, standing there with a look of hesitation. His eyes moved between the soul and Alva's receding figure, as if he was thinking about how to make a decision.

After a long while, Antonio finally made up his mind. He held the soul tightly in his hand, then suddenly exerted force and squeezed it hard. As he moved, the poor soul let out a shrill scream and was instantly crushed into countless tiny pieces that floated in the air.

After doing all this, Antonio seemed to be relieved, and then hurriedly took steps to catch up with Alva, fearing that he would be left too far behind.

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"You actually crushed the soul? Why didn't you just swallow it?"

Norton and Jack looked at Antonio in astonishment, as if he had done something extremely incredible.

It turned out that they were walking in front and had no idea what happened behind them. They only found out after they came back and heard Alva's story.

Antonio seemed helpless in the face of Norton and Jack's questioning.

He really didn't want to explain the reason, because the sin of that soul was so great, which also meant that it would taste very bad.

The thought of swallowing that soul again made Antonio feel sick and he even wanted to die.

He shook his head helplessly, with a painful expression on his face, as if he was recalling the taste of that soul, and then said: "That soul... is so disgusting that I really can't bear to swallow it again."

After saying this, he exaggeratedly made a vomiting gesture to express his disgust for that soul.

Although Jack and Norton were curious about the taste of the soul, they had no way of knowing because they had never tried it themselves.

However, when Antonio described the soul in this way, they couldn't help but imagine that the taste must be extremely bad.

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Some people may be curious. Since Antonio described the taste of the soul in this way, why didn't Jack and Norton directly ask him: "Then why didn't you force yourself to eat the soul?" After all, such a question seems reasonable.

But in reality, Antonio had made it clear that he didn't want to hold onto that soul any longer, which meant he didn't intend to swallow it.

Moreover, Jack and Norton had not personally experienced the taste of that soul, so they could easily express various opinions.

However, for Antonio, the situation is completely different. He is the one who is truly facing that soul, and his feelings are the most real.

Since Antonio has already made his attitude clear and is unwilling to swallow the soul, why should they force him?

Everyone has their own choices and bottom line, and should learn to respect other people's decisions.

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the next morning,

Although the two parties had reached a consensus before and Antonio said that they were welcome to visit at any time, the time of the other party's visit still surprised Antonio.

When he opened the door sleepily, he was still wearing loose pajamas.

"(Yawn--) Oh, it's you guys," Antonio muttered while rubbing his eyes, "Don't you guys need to sleep?"

To be honest, when Mycroft saw the man who opened the door, he was stunned.

Because before this, his imagination of Antonio was completely different.

He originally thought that the person who came to open the door, even if not a hideous monster, must be a demonic being, such as a creature with wings, horns or a tail.

Therefore, before Antonio came to answer the door, Mycroft gave his subordinates a heads-up so that they could be mentally prepared to avoid being frightened.

However, the reality was very different from what he imagined.

The man standing at the door looked like an ordinary human being, and a quite handsome man at that.

Maybe because he was woken up by the sudden knock on the door, the other party didn't seem to be fully awake yet. Not only did he come directly to open the door in pajamas, but he also didn't even comb his long hair, making it look a little messy.

Wait a minute, the long hair that falls on the shoulders like a waterfall flutters gently with the movements of its owner, as if it has life.

Wait a minute, it's not just as if, this hair seems to have life. At this time, Mycroft finally saw that the other party was not normal. The one holding the door handle to open the door was his hair instead.

The owner of this long hair was the man who opened the door for him.

"Mr. Antonio?" whispered Mycroft.

Antonio seemed to have just woken up. He yawned loudly again, then slowly turned his head and looked at the people at the door with sleepy eyes. It took him a long time to react, "Oh, I think you are calling me..."

As he spoke, he lazily stood up from the sofa, stretched like a child, and then turned sideways to make way for the person at the door.

"Come in first and sit in the living room for a while. I'll go wake Norton up and then go back to sleep."

After saying that, Antonio yawned again, then dragged his heavy steps and slowly walked towards the bedroom.

His back looked a little tired, as if he didn't get enough rest from his sleep.

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What a natural behavior! If he hadn't deliberately wrapped his hair around the door handle and then opened the door, Mycroft would never have realized that the man in front of him was the devil from yesterday.

This is amazing, their disguise skills are really too superb. Mycroft couldn't help but start to think, are they really so good at hiding their true identities?

Thinking of this, Mycroft's worries grew stronger.

If what they said last night was true, then how many years have these monsters been lurking in human society?

The question sent a chill down Mycroft's spine. He couldn't imagine how these monsters could have hidden among humans for so long without being discovered.

This means they may have already had a huge impact on human society without us even realizing it.

The more Mycroft thought about it, the more horrible it seemed to him. He decided that he could no longer sit idly by.

He must negotiate with these monsters, or at least know their purpose.