[Comprehensive British and American] The vest system of the son of hell

For the souls who enter heaven after death, life after death is eternal peace without the concept of time, and she really doesn't remember anything.

But that's not the answer Matthew wanted.

What's more, Mrs. Anya's soul was forcibly resurrected by mysterious forces in the form of a wishing angel, and she wandered on the beach in Los Angeles for a long time, almost destroying the entire Los Angeles.

"Ma'am, I need a memory after your death. They are very important to me."

[But I... I really don't... remember anything...]

Mrs. Anya looked at Matthew pitifully.

She really doesn't remember anything.

Aziraphale also said aside: "The souls in heaven don't even remember the pain that happened in the past, let alone after death—"

"It's okay, I have a way to remind her."

Matthew raised his hand, and his fingertips stroked the earlobe left as a souvenir by the tip of Lucifer's tongue.

In an instant, the soul of Mrs. Anya in the mirror seemed to be stabbed by a sharp knife, and she let out a miserable cry!

Aziraphale felt a force strong enough to tear him apart, too.

Immediately afterwards, a dark memory that neither Mrs. Anya's soul nor Anya who was resurrected as a wishing angel had ever seen appeared in front of Matthew.

A dark room, a black box, a crumbling candle, pale hands...

The pale hand opened the black box, the box disappeared in an instant, the pale hand also disappeared, the candles were all extinguished, and the sleeping girl who appeared out of thin air was suspended in the air, her whole body glowing...

Then, the girl also disappeared.

When the girl reappeared and was no longer asleep, she didn't have any memory but knew her name was Anya. She looked blankly at the Los Angeles beach...

"It turns out that there is really a connection between the wishing angel and the black box." Matthew, who was shocked by the picture, said to himself.

Aziraphale was also stunned: "This ability, this is the power of omniscience... Where did you get it!"

"It's borrowed and can only be used once." Matthew said vaguely.

"How much did you pay?"

Aziraphale looked at Matthew worriedly.

He knew that the Constantine family had black magic blood and was good at all kinds of unimaginable methods, and it was normal for any abnormal things to happen to them.

but--

"The more you get, the higher the price you pay..." Aziraphale said, "Dealing with demons is doomed to fall into the bottomless abyss."

"I'm already a demon now, it can't get any worse."

Saying so, Matthew pocketed the crystal that recorded Anya's lost memories, and bid farewell to Aziraphale and Mrs. Anya.

"goodbye!"

[When you see Max, please say hello to him for me. 】

Mrs. Anya said reluctantly, and finally took a look at the bustling metropolis.

Even if she knew that when she returned to heaven, she would lose all the memories of her coming to this world.

"The next time we meet, I will definitely say hello to him on your behalf."

【Thanks, bye. 】

After the farewell was over, Aziraphale looked at Matthew with a complicated expression, and took Lady Anya's soul back to heaven.

He didn't tell Matthew: the power of omniscience and omnipotence is absolute power, which only belongs to a very small number of existences with the uniqueness of the multiverse, and—

Whether it is a human being with superpowers or an ordinary angel or demon, even if they are gifted, they still cannot use this power, even if it is only for a moment!

Matthew was able to use this power, although it was only for a short moment, it was enough to show that his identity was not just human or demon.

……

"The above is the information I got from Madam Anya's soul."

After playing the memory video, Matthew added calmly: "I don't have the omniscient power to extract more information from her soul."

"It's amazing enough," said Superman.

Batman frowned: "It turns out that the black box has long existed in this world, and has been secretly interfering with the earth."

"An alien conspiracy?"

Luther looked at Superman seriously: "Brainiac?"

"I don't think it's Brainiac who is behind the scenes this time. It has a twelfth-level intelligence, but its favorite thing is to target Superman, not to go to Los Angeles to come up with such strange things as wishing angels..."

Matthew complained, "What's more, with Brainiac's intelligence and character, it's going to do things in the metropolis, not just sending engagement emails around the world."

"really……"

All the heroes of Titan nodded in agreement.

Most of them have fought against Brainiac, and they know that this super intelligent creature's obsession with Superman and Krypton has gone crazy, even as much as Luthor.

"so--"

"Is there such a possibility—"

Donna held up her hand and said, "Suppose the power to send emails comes from the black box, and the guy who sent emails from the black box around the world that Tim was getting engaged to Connor was just a normal superhero fan?

After all, superheroes are similar to superstars to ordinary people. Every superhero has many fans, and there will be some CP fans.Compared with ordinary fans, CP fans are more likely to have this peculiar fantasy of hoping that my favorite heroes will get married as soon as possible..."

"This kind of thing..."

The righteous Superman expressed incomprehension.

The young heroes were all elated when they heard the words.

"When I went to Canada to participate in the Comic Con event last month, some fans did ask me when I would get married..." Beast Boy said, "Some people hoped that I and Connor would get married, and some people expressed their expectation that I and Rachel would get married." together."

"I often get letters from fans who want me to provide more details about Damian and Jonathan's life together, and they seem to be very enthusiastic about this kind of thing."

Dick said, "Of course, Connor is the one who gets the most fan letters and gifts at Titan HQ."

"why?"

The unknown people looked at Connor with great interest.

Connor touched his hairline with a wry smile, and then looked at Luthor's shiny round head: "My fans are worried about my hair loss, and often give me secret recipes and hair growth agents for parasitic hair... and then... everyone Both are curious about my two fathers..."

"Well, it turns out that you have been troubled by your hairline." Luther said with a straight face, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Can you handle it?"

Connor looked suspiciously.

There is no grass growing on the top of my head, how could I get hair growth agent!

"Do you doubt the scientific research strength of Lex Group?"

"Of course!"

Connor blurted out.

Luther: "..."

Seeing this, Superman pretended to be nonchalant and returned to the topic: "It seems that the possibility that the mysterious engagement email that caused chaos in the metropolis is a whim of a CP fan is not low. But in this way, this matter It's getting more complicated."

"Yes, random cases are the most difficult cases to solve..." Barbara said, "Besides, even if this direction is correct, we still don't know whether this CP fan is Tim and Connor's CP fan or Uncle Superman yours." A certain CP fan."

After all, in the Superman forum, whether it is the CP of Superman and Luthor or the CP of Superman and Batman, fans are talking about it.

"I personally think that everyone can temporarily focus on the black box and the public security issue in the metropolis, since there are various signs that the special power of the black box is the root of the problem."

Batman said, "As for the origin of the email, Mr. Luthor, I trust your network tracing capabilities."

"What if the Internet Department can't track down the originating email?"

Luther deliberately made things difficult for Batman.

Batman replied coldly: "Prove that the origin of the mail is indeed related to the black box."

……

At the end of the meeting, Canro, who was temporarily partnering with Matthew to build the Metropolitan Ghost surveillance security network, jumped from Batman's shoulder to Matthew's shoulder, pointing at Matthew's neck with its petite tentacles: "If you dare to use your To deal with Dad with such means, Guan Luo will definitely make you regret having such an idea!"

"Batman is your father and my idol, how can fans who worship idols do things that hurt idols?"

Matthew answered the jar with a broad smile, and moved it from his shoulder to his breast pocket.

Guan Luo grabbed the mouth of the bag with his tentacles, trying to show his big eyes: "Why don't you let me stay on your shoulder?"

"Because of what I'm going to do next, if you stand on my shoulders, you might get hurt."

"You want to summon a ghost?"

"By the way, make a formation for the ghosts..." Matthew said, "To monitor a large city with a population of tens of millions, tens of thousands of ghosts are needed."

"Okay, I'll stay in your pocket for now."

Can Luo shrank back to his body puffed up.

Matthew took a deep breath, pretending to concentrate his mental strength, closed his eyes, opened his arms, faced the glass wall, chanted strange symbols, and the cigarette between his fingers drew complex symbols in the air.

bass--

A voice that hit the mind directly sounded, and then, the temperature of the entire room dropped, hoarfrost condensed on the surface of the walls, even thin ice appeared on the glassware, and the originally wide field of vision became foggy and hazy.

【It's you... Are you calling us? 】

"I need your help..." Matthew said straight to the point, "I need to build a ghost monitoring network that covers the metropolis, and monitor all the strangers who came to the metropolis in the past month without interruption 24 hours a day."

【Your request is too much...】

"But you have to promise..." Matthew said, "That's the only thing you can do for your loved ones."

【why? 】

"Big things are about to happen in Metropolis, so there's an influx of supervillains, many of them very dangerous..."

Matthew paused and said, "The city needs your protection."

【Understood……】

The ghosts accepted Matthew's request, revealing their faint figures in the misty white mist.

Under Batman's surveillance camera, Matthew and the ghosts "signed" a temporary contract.

Everything is so formal, except that Batman has installed multi-angle surveillance cameras in the room, and—

Matthew knew that Batman had installed a surveillance camera in the room, so in order not to expose the existence of the system, he specially arranged this scene of signing a contract with the ghost.

……

"Bruce, are you not afraid that Matthew will find out that you are spying on him?"

Behind Batman, Superman warned seriously: "I can easily find the surveillance around me, and in the same way, the black magician can also feel that he is being watched."

"But he didn't object..." Batman said, "If he has discovered my surveillance and didn't destroy the cameras I installed, it means he wants us to learn more about his capabilities."

"You really think so?"

Superman is skeptical.

Batman didn't answer, and stared at the monitoring screen with all his attention, thoughts tumbling wildly in his mind:

Matthew, you're acting so calm because you've found out that I'm spying on you?

If you have been found to be monitored, why can you not do anything?Would you like us to know your abilities better?Or have you already predicted my prediction and are planning to do it?

……

Seeing his friend once again lost in thought and doubt, Superman turned around silently, walked out of the room, but met Luther at the door: "Lex, you..."

"Don't want to see me?"

Luther looked at Superman uncomfortably.

Superman is silent...

Luther shook the document in his hand: "I have serious business with you."

"what?"

"About the mail."

Luthor threw the document to Superman: "The traceability and tracing results of the Network Department show that the thousands of engagement invitation emails that have been sent so far come from more than 500 different countries and private mailboxes registered by individuals around the world.

And the registrants of these mailboxes are all real. In addition to sending engagement emails, these mailboxes also send and receive private emails.

So, either our adversary has a super hacker who can simultaneously hack and control e-mail addresses in more than 500 different countries, or...you know..."

"Theoretically, I am more inclined to the former, although more clues show that the wishing power of the black box is the real root of a series of recent events."

Superman said, "But I really can't think of anyone who would be so boring as to engage in such a method that harms others and destroys the peace and prosperity of the metropolis."

"So you will always be Superman..." Luther said, "You can listen to the voices from all over the world and fly to any corner of the earth to save ordinary people who need your help, but you will never hear the voices standing in front of you. the heartfelt thoughts of that person.”

"You're wrong, I can hear you, Lex."

Superman announces quietly, looking into Luthor's face with pure eyes.

Luthor was unwilling to accept Superman's gaze, and subconsciously looked away: "I'm going to study hair potions, so that Connor won't always worry about his hairline!"

"It's a wonderful invention for the benefit of the world—"

"But my hair is destined not to come back! It's all your fault!"

Luther interrupted Superman angrily.

He still remembers the pain of losing his hair, blaming it all on Superman.

Superman: "..."

Fortunately, he was used to being blamed and complained by Luthor for various reasons.

"I'm going to discuss with Matthew about the Metropolis."

……

After the matter of the ghost monitoring system was arranged properly, Matthew put the pot on the coffee table, made a cup of hot cocoa for it, and prepared a cup of coffee for himself, plus——

"Mr. Superman?"

Looking at the door that was suddenly pushed open, Matthew put down the cigarette in his hand: "Would you like tea or coffee?"

"Anything is fine."

Superman walked across from Matthew, touched Can Luo holding the cup of hot cocoa: "Do you feel okay?"

"Matthew is a good partner."

Guan Luo said in an old-fashioned way, his big eyes rolled around.

Matthew handed the coffee he was supposed to drink to Superman: "Is there anything you can do with me?"

"You don't have to be so polite with me..." Superman said, "Your father is a member of the Justice League, and you are also our important companion now."

"In fact, his relationship with me is very bad..." Matthew said, "He may not even know I exist."

"When Connor first appeared in front of me, I didn't expect that I would have a child, or a child with Lex..." Superman said, "But Connor and I both accepted each other very quickly, not only because Half of the genetic attraction is because Connor is an upright, kind and lively boy, and I am very proud to have a relative like Connor."

"You are you, he is him..." Matthew said, "John Constantine is not as simple as you, and my life experience is more complicated than Connor's."

"More complicated? Even if your other half of genes comes from the same old enemy as Connor, the situation is just the same complicated..." Superman asked puzzled, "I believe that the power of love will lead all children to get the warmest family. "

"Thank you for your blessing, although I know that such a good thing will never happen to me."

Matthew really doesn't know how to explain his relationship with hell to Superman.

And he doubted that even if he explained the relationship with Hell in detail, Superman's enthusiasm would not be able to understand the entanglement and embarrassment.

He then projected the newly built ghost monitoring system on the virtual screen, pointed to the flickering green light spots and asked, "This is the ghost monitoring network of the metropolis that is taking shape, can you give some advice?"

"Very happy to."

Superman clasped his fists in his chest, scrutinized the monitoring network carefully, and gave some guidance from time to time.

Matthew followed Superman's advice and adjusted the specific distribution of the number and intensity of monitoring ghosts on the virtual screen.

……

"Wow even!"

Opening the door and seeing Shark King, Harry hugged his friend excitedly: "Waller sent you here?"

"Yes..." Shark King nodded, "Shark King is the strongest."

"Are there any other Suicide Boys besides you?" Harry asked.

The Shark King stepped aside, revealing the Rat Catcher and Bloodsport who were tightly blocked behind him, and——

Poison Ivy...

"Hey, Harry."

Poison Ivy looked at Harley Quinn tenderly: "I'm sorry about what happened last time. I patronize environmental protection and forget that you are not a vegetarian."

"Yes, I hate the life where I can only eat vegetables and not meat..." Harley Quinn said, "Ivy, if you can develop vegetables that taste exactly like steak, I might consider supporting your environmental protection actions."

"Harry, I'm currently doing research in this direction." Poison Ivy, who loves Harley Quinn deeply, promised earnestly.

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's hurry—"

"Hey!"

Bloodsport interrupted the exchange between the two ladies, reminding, "Ms. Waller's mission—"

"I hate Waller! This name always turns my good mood into a bad one."

Harry complained relentlessly, and brought the members of the suicide squad into the room: "Sit casually, no tea or snacks."

"King Shark has something to eat."

While speaking, the Shark King had already pulled out a bloody leg from behind and gnawed on it on his own.

Bloodsport turned his head as if he hadn't seen anything, and said to Harry, "How are the preparations going?"

"What do you say?"

Harry looked at him as if looking at a fool: "Of course I didn't do anything!"

"why?"

"Don't you know my character?"

Harry looked at the bloody movement indifferently: "I am not me who obeys orders."

"You're right."

Bloodsport nodded speechlessly, and asked again: "Where is the dead shooter?"

"He lives next door."

"OK……"

Bloodsport walked out of the room without hesitation and knocked on the door next door: "Hey! Deadshot! I am Bloodsport! Ms. Waller asked me to come to Metropolis to support you!"

"You arrived on time."

Deadshooter opened the door, walked out of the room, and closed the door behind him: "My daughter is doing her homework."

"understand……"

Bloody Sports, who had a deep understanding of Deadshot's "daughter slave" nature, nodded, and returned to Harry's room with Deadshot.

At this time, Harry had already walked into the bedroom with Poison Ivy, and intimate voices could be heard from behind the closed door from time to time, making the newly grown Rat Girl blush and shy.

The Shark King continued to sit on the sofa and eat the raw meat legs he got from nowhere.

When he saw Deadshot, he stopped chewing friendlyly: "Do you want a bite too?"

"I don't eat raw meat."

Deadshot resolutely rejected Shark King's invitation, and sat next to Bloodsport to discuss what Ms. Waller explained.

When he learned that James Jr. was in charge of this operation, Bloody Movement's expression became very bad: "Although this guy is not a lunatic! But he is more terrifying than a lunatic!"

"So what? Which activity of the Suicide Squad doesn't have a death rate as high as the success rate? With little James in charge, at least you don't have to worry about dying meaninglessly."

The dead shooter said, "I have already talked with Waller about my daughter's future. Even if I die in action, she will get the best education, get the highest level of scholarship every year, and recommend to Ivy League universities in the future. And these promises are He did it in front of Batman, Waller might regret it, but Batman wouldn't."

"For your daughter, what you pay is also..."

Bloodsport looked at Deadshooter enviously.

Like Deadshot, he also has a daughter, but his relationship with his daughter—

"If I had known that I could exchange good housing and education resources by doing dirty work, my daughter would not have failed in foster care."

The more he thought about the bloody movement, the more he regretted it.

Knowing that Bloodsport has a daughter and that the daughter has unfortunately learned to be a bad student, Dead Archer looked at Bloodsport with a little more kindness: "I want to be more open, since the incident has already happened, we..."

"Although I'm sorry, I want you to pause!"

The Rat Catcher spoke suddenly, interrupting the "parenting" exchange of the two old fathers.

"What? What happened?"

"There is something wrong with this room, to be precise, the whole house is wrong, the rats here..."

The Rat Catcher paused, and said, "There isn't a single mouse in this area, and there are no cockroaches or other small creatures that often live in damp and dark crevices in cities. This is not normal."