Chapter 627: Schiller Is Really a Good Person (Part 1)

"Lucifer????"

"Constantine!!!"

Two voices with different tones sounded at the same time. Constantine was surprised, while Lucifer was angry. The next second, Constantine stretched out his hand and shouted: "Let's talk it over! Don't do it! I didn't mean it last time!!!"

Lucifer took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He said to Constantine: "Last time, you smashed my bar while I was away, and let the lava demons burn the house. You were afraid that I would cause trouble for you, so you hid at the edge of the spirit world, and ended up attracting a group of void demons to hell, and smashed my house..."

At this time, Schiller, who was lying on the bed, had picked up an apple from the table next to him and started to eat it. He thought he could see a good show where Constantine was in trouble, but unexpectedly, Lucifer took a few deep breaths and said: "We will settle the score after you die."

Constantine was even more arrogant. He let out a long breath, smiled, walked to Lucifer's side, patted his arm, and then looked at Schiller and asked, "Do you two know each other? I didn't know that."

His tone was gloomy. Just after he finished speaking, he saw an apple flying towards him. Constantine dodged and said, "Sure enough, you two..."

Before Lucifer could speak, Schiller immediately said, "I was injured too badly just now. The doctor said that I suffered a severe blow to the brain, so I lost my memory."

"You are not serious, are you?" Lucifer stood in front of the bed with his arms folded, looked Schiller up and down and said, "I warn you, it's useless to escape debts in this way. Get up and work quickly. You haven't paid your debts for a long time!"

"I said I lost my memory. Shouldn't you tell me first what debt I owe you?" Taking this opportunity, Schiller can finally ask others about his past stories with a clear reason.

The original Schiller was shrouded in too much mystery. Often, Schiller could only figure out what happened in his past through indirection and from the words of others. But in fact, his memory of the past was very vague. He knew the general experience but didn't remember the details at all.

For example, he knew that he and Brand were old classmates and they had a good relationship when they were in college, but he didn't know that Brand knew that he was a KGB.

Logically speaking, to know such a secret, it was a life-and-death friendship, but there were no details about Brand in his memory, and Schiller didn't know why the original Schiller and him had such a deep friendship.

According to his current intelligence, the original Schiller should have joined the KGB, but later lost contact with the KGB for some reason, and should have betrayed the KGB now.

But now, Lucifer has found him, which means that the original Schiller was not only a communist fighter, but also had connections with the mystical world, which is outrageous.

If you want to know who Lucifer is, I believe there is no need to introduce him. Many people have heard of his name, and his image in various myths and film and television works is mostly "fallen angel".

Lucifer Morningstar was once God's most beloved child, but one day, he betrayed God, fell from heaven to hell, and then became the king of hell. This is the background story of DC Lucifer, which is similar to the myth, but the difference is that Lucifer has another famous name, that is, DC's "one man, ten thousand people".

In DC, God is quite prestigious. He is the starting point and end point of all things and the strongest existence in all comic universes.

And Lucifer's so-called "one man" means that his strength is second only to God, and he is the second leader in the DC universe.

It is difficult to describe how strong he is in specific language, but omniscience is only the most basic ability. In the comics, he once created an independent universe to compete with God, that is to say, he has the ability to create the world. This alone is worthy of his second ranking in combat power.

What surprised Schiller was that the original Schiller and the fallen angel seemed to have a close relationship. Together, he was engaged in liberation theology?

Materialism in one hand, idealism in the other, two-pronged approach, grabbing both hands, both hands are strong, what exactly does he want to do?

"It's just right, I'm also curious about how you two know each other, tell me." Constantine moved a chair from the side and sat next to Schiller, crossed his legs, and took an apple from the table without hesitation and started eating, with a momentum that he would not leave until he finished listening to the story today.

Lucifer seemed to be quite leisurely. He also moved a chair and sat down. He leaned back and said, "It's actually very simple. It all started from my travels in the human world."

"You all know that I opened a bar on the West Coast. Business is pretty good, but it's not interesting to always be there to watch the store. So, when the bar is off-season, I will travel to other countries and cities."

Schiller observed Lucifer and found that this legendary fallen angel looked a little too much like a human. His every move and tone of voice were authentic West Coast people, and he didn't look like a god at all.

"I went to Bremen first, and then to Berlin, the capital of Germany. Originally, I wanted to go all the way north, but when I entered Berlin, I found that the ecology here was very interesting, so I stayed a little longer."

"Did you go to the east or the west first?" Schiller asked.

"East, the Soviet occupation zone." Lucifer answered, and Schiller nodded.

It is 1989 now, and the Berlin Wall has not completely fallen. Berlin is still divided into two halves, and East Berlin is occupied by the Soviet Union.

"I walked all the way west, trying to climb over the wall. I could have flown over directly, but when I was halfway there, I met a group of refugees who also wanted to climb over the wall... probably refugees."

"They seemed to be eager to see the world on the other side, but they had no way to deal with the heavily guarded guards. I decided to help them, so I mixed in with the crowd. When I got close to the wall, I used magic to knock down the guards, allowing them to pass successfully."

"But who knew that as soon as I got over there, they raised their guns and shot at me, saying that I was a monster, and shouted to God, hoping that God could help them punish me."

"I think that since they think I'm a monster, they definitely don't want the help of such a monster, so I sent them back to their original place. Lucifer shrugged, and Constantine snorted, saying, "You still have such a bad taste."

"The guards near the wall fired a bit densely, and I didn't want to dirty my clothes, so I spread my wings and flew up."

"I flew over the wall and came to the opposite side, trying to find a secluded place to land. After all, you can't see anything in the air."

"I deliberately flew to a place farther away from the busy streets, came to a relatively quiet street, and then found a relatively shabby alley and landed."

Accompanied by Lucifer's description, a scene slowly unfolded in front of the two people. In that special era, all the pictures seemed to be covered with a layer of hazy fog, becoming a little dim and shabby.

In the no longer so prosperous Berlin neighborhood, the cold wind passed through the street. The woman carrying the bread basket tied her headscarf tightly. In the process of hurrying on the road, she did not notice the sparrows that were startled behind her.

A figure landed in a secluded alley. The sun's rays shone directly from the alley entrance of the little elephant, casting a strange shadow shape on the gray brick wall. The figure that landed in the alley not only had a slender figure, but also a pair of huge wings.

Lucifer's golden hair and gray feathers fluttered slightly in the wind. Just as he was tidying up his messy hair on his forehead due to flying, he heard the sound of "da da da" footsteps behind him.

The angel with gray wings turned around and saw a little boy wearing a beret, a windbreaker, and waterproof boots.

"It's really epic, like the scene that would appear in a religious opera, an angel who fell to the earth, a simple little boy, the next scene is, he saved you, or taught you something, and then you took him to heaven?" Constantine said sarcastically.

Schiller snorted coldly, moved away from Constantine, picked up the water cup at hand, and prepared to drink water.

"No." Lucifer shook his head and said, "He ran over... and plucked out one of my feathers."

"Ahem!"

Schiller was choked by the water and asked, "What did you say? What did I do????"

"You ran towards me and I thought you were going to hug me, so I squatted down and held you with my wings, and then you reached out and plucked out one of my feathers."

Lucifer propped his elbows on the bedside table and clenched his fists. He supported his forehead and tilted his head to look at Schiller.

Constantine opened his mouth and said, "Isn't this story a bit wrong? Shouldn't you pick him up and teach him something?"

"That's what I thought at the time, so I lost a feather." Lucifer said with a fake smile.

"So, you didn't give me that feather on your own initiative, but I plucked it off?" Schiller asked.

"Why should I give you a feather?" Lucifer looked at Schiller and asked a very fatal question. Schiller turned his palm on the spot and said, "...Isn't that a communication device or something like that?"

"If it is a communication device, why should I come here directly to find you?" Lucifer asked another soul-searching question.

"Wait a minute, I have a question!" Constantine suddenly interrupted Lucifer and asked, "What about your defense? Even bullets and artillery can't harm you, and you were plucked out of a feather by a child? He can actually hurt you?"

Constantine knew how strong Lucifer was, and suddenly. His eyes changed a little when he looked at Schiller, but Lucifer shook his head and said, "No, he didn't actually hurt me."

"The me you see now. In fact, it's not me, it's just a disguise of mine. You can understand that I became like this in order to make you think I am one of your kind."

"In fact, I am everywhere." Lucifer suddenly disappeared, but his voice still echoed in the room. He said, "Just like this, I removed this disguise, but I can still talk to you. I still exist in this room, but I have become something that humans cannot observe."

After that, Lucifer appeared on the chair again. He continued, "So, he plucked my feathers, and this action did not hurt me. I cannot be hurt."

"It can be understood that he destroyed part of my disguise, making my image walking in the world less complete, but in fact, I did not lose any energy."

"Then why did he pull your feathers off?" Constantine asked.

Lucifer touched his chin and said, "I have been thinking about this problem. Now the most reasonable explanation is that human children seem to be able to see through and destroy my disguise with pure and unmixed thoughts."

"That is to say..." Constantine looked at Schiller with a somewhat complicated expression. Lucifer nodded and said:

"At that time, Schiller was pure, unmixed, without any interests, and even without any reason... just wanted to pluck a feather from me."

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