Restarting the myth.

Chapter 327 It turns out to be your boy
Bar street in the northern part of London.

Bars of all kinds are lined up on both sides of the street. Even before nightfall, the air is filled with laughter and the low sounds of transactions.

It’s even more amazing at night. The so-called London alley wind refers to this place.

The black limousine slowly stopped. Wayne pushed open the door with an embarrassed face and looked at the bar entrance, lost in thought.

Fallen Angel Bar!
Wayne: (a`a;)
I have to say, this name is quite appropriate.

"It's quite depraved..."

Wayne turned around expressionlessly and complained to Mona beside him: "I still feel something is wrong. This is not the place for angels to come. There must be something wrong with the way I opened the Bible. Let's go back and try again."

Wayne said similar things more than once on the way here. Mona also thought it was outrageous, but she still coaxed him, "Boss, since we're here, let's go in and take a look first."

The two men pushed the door open and walked in. The air was filled with a faint scent of alcohol and tobacco, and the air was slightly turbid.

To the sound of soft music, two resident singers swayed on the stage, while below the stage, alternative female bartenders in uniform served drinks and snacks to the guests.

Judging from the guests' attire and appearance, this is still an upscale bar with high consumption.

There are all kinds of birds in a big forest. Considering the population base of London, any non-mainstream aesthetic that emerges is reasonable.

Enough to feed a bar.

"As expected of Lundan, the true meaning of democracy is to embrace all diversity. I have learned another useless trick."

Wayne continued to complain, looked around the field, looked at his secretary, washed his eyes, and said from the bottom of his heart: "Mona, you are so beautiful!"

Mona smiled slightly and pointed to the booth in the corner. The target person was there, so she decided to get the business done first.

As for how beautiful she is, you can go home and study it slowly.

The booth is in the shadow of the corner and the light is not bright. In order to allow guests to appreciate the unique features of the Fallen Angel Bar more clearly and intuitively, a wall lamp is specially hung.

Under the light, the handsome young man was beaming with joy. He grabbed the hands of the two female bartenders and chattered non-stop, as if he was reading their palms.

～(ˉ▽￣～≡)b
Kerr Poirot.

Strictly speaking, Kerr is not a devout tank player. He likes everything except beautiful ones.

Tanks just fit within his aesthetic!
Like the two female bartenders beside him, one was fat and big-eared, a greasy look on earth, and the other was skinny as if she had been deprived of oxygen for a long time.

“Love doesn’t mean staying together forever. Some people are destined to be passers-by, maybe for one night, or maybe only for fifteen minutes…”

Kerr held their hands and said affectionately: "We don't need to worry about short-lived love. Life is still a long way to go. Remembering this beautiful memory and bravely pursuing the next relationship is the greatest praise for love."

"Is this the reason why you are always involved in the crackdown on pornography?"

Wayne came to the booth, couldn't bear to look, and turned to look at Mona.

Our Father in heaven, she is as beautiful as an angel descended to earth!
Kerr was looking at Tank, who was hugging him, lovingly. When he heard the familiar voice, he looked up and said in surprise, "Wayne, why are you here? Have you figured it out and finally understood what a beautiful woman is?"

When Kerr caught a glimpse of Mona beside Wayne, his expression changed drastically and turned pale in an instant.

The man who had been suffering from long-term oxygen deprivation skillfully picked up the trash can under the table and handed it to Kerr.

Some guests are like this, they vomit while chatting.

"yue~~~"

Kerr vomited a lot and presented the menu for today's lunch on the spot.

I don't mean anything else, just based on Mona's looks, she is the undisputed ugly girl in the Fallen Angel Bar.

"yue~~~"

Mona: (_)
This is a compliment to her, right? This should be a compliment to her, right?

Wayne was speechless. He took out a few pictures of the Queen and handed them to the two female bartenders who were obsessed with love. "My friend, I'm going to chat with him. Please wait for a while."

Facts have proved that love is not worth mentioning in front of the Queen. Seeing Wayne's generosity, the two female bartenders gladly accepted it and waved goodbye to Kerr who was reluctant to leave.

"Wayne, what are you doing..."

Kerr picked up the napkin, wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand to block Mona's position, and handed over a portrait of the queen: "Go away, don't scare me here."

"Kerr, is this how you talk to your sister?" Wayne teased.

"I was just saying it casually, but you actually believed it."

Kerr took a few seconds to adjust himself and told himself to accept the disparity in the world. There were beautiful women who made people's hearts beat faster, and naturally there were also ugly women like Mona who used contraception and warded off evil spirits.

Thinking this way, he gradually accepted Mona: "It's not your fault. It was God who took away your beauty and gave it to someone else. You are innocent."

"Boss, let's go back. We must have found the wrong person." Mona gritted her teeth, wishing she could punch Kerr to death.

"Since you're here, he's your brother after all."

Wayne knew a long time ago that Mona and Kerr were not siblings, and the idea of ​​a reconstituted family was nothing more than Mona's excuse to get close to him. But then again, Kerr played an indispensable role in his getting such an excellent secretary.

"Kerr, the air here is too bad, let's go outside and talk."

"Is it important?"

"Very important!"

"Okay then, I'll give you five minutes."

"No problem, just five minutes."

The camera turned and a black luxury car drove away from the bar street.

Kerr sat in the back row, looking at the heaven going farther and farther away, and said to Wayne next to him: "You promised me, just five minutes."

"The plan was changed temporarily."

"No, let me out of the car. I have an appointment."

Kerr pushed open the car door and was about to jump out. Although he didn't know why Wayne and Mona caught him, he vaguely sensed that something was wrong.

Wayne held him down, and no matter how Kerr struggled, he could not escape. He said calmly, "Kerr, believe me, you were born to do great things. Don't indulge in...indulging in beauty all day long."

I am happy to indulge in beauty!
Kerr rolled his eyes. His brother had been wandering with him for thirty years and had never had a full meal.

It was not easy to find a buffet restaurant that suits his taste and provides unlimited food. If he leaves now, will he be worthy of his brothers and the promise he made? Is he still a human being?
Of course, that's not the way to say it. Kerr looked depressed: "Wayne, you don't understand. I can't leave. They need me."

"What? A gambling dad, a sick mom, a brother who goes to school, and a broken girl?" Wayne sneered.

"..."

How come you are so skilled at it? Do you go there often?
"speak!"

"You've already said it all, there's nothing else I can say."

"Then stop talking nonsense and follow me obediently, or I will take away your fish roe bag!"

"Then you should at least tell me where to go!"

"Let me introduce you to a friend."

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High-end hotel in West End.

Wayne led Mona and Kerr to the private room on the sixth floor, where they met Sister Titus and the pale-faced Archibald.

Archibald looked extremely ugly, as if he had been leniently treated by dozens of big men last night, and was severely physically exhausted, looking sick and listless.

Wayne looked at the bright and lovely Titus, then at the over-exerted Archibald, and shook his head and said, "Archibald, being a nun is good, but your health is your capital. Take good care of your body, and don't be unrestrained just because you are a magician with a strong life essence."

Archibald smiled bitterly: "Wayne, stop talking, I won't do it next time."

Archibald didn't explain much. Two nights ago, he managed to escape from the Moonlight Knight with serious injuries. Because of the serious injuries, he could only crawl back to the hotel.

Unexpectedly, his extraordinary good looks attracted a few strong perverts who dragged him into the alley.

Fortunately, the problem was not serious. Although he was seriously injured, he was not completely powerless to resist. He contacted Titus through his mind and came to the rescue, thus avoiding the tragedy of one man on top of another.

Archibald was ashamed of this dark history and ordered Titus not to mention it again. As a respectable man, he naturally would not tell Wayne.

"Come, let me introduce you. This is the famous detective Kerr, Kerr Poirot, the Silver Mage."

"He studied Holy Light Magic in the Church in his early years. Now he is a freelancer with his own detective agency. He is quite famous in the detective circle of Lundan. I have known him for a while. He is a trustworthy person."

"This is Archibald from the Papal States. Sister Titus next to him is his assistant. They are both good people."

Wayne introduced the two parties, stared into Archibald's eyes and nodded: "If nothing unexpected happens, he is the person you are looking for this time."

"So fast?!"

Archibald was greatly surprised. He had never thought that Wayne was so efficient. As soon as he finished speaking, he brought the second reincarnated angel over.

Let's be frank. He has looked through the Golden Rule Bible that the Pope gave to Wayne. With his ability, it would take him at least half a year to search day and night.

Even so, the target is still locked on Lundan, otherwise it will take at least thirty to fifty years to find it in such a huge sea of ​​people.

"It's a bit fast. Maybe it's a coincidence. I happened to know Kerr and I felt that he was abnormal a long time ago." Wayne said speechlessly.

He didn't understand the reincarnation of an angel. Looking back, Kerr's strange aesthetic taste might have already pointed out his identity as a reincarnation angel.

I’m curious, why didn’t the Papal States discover such an obvious feature earlier?
Or is it that Kerr is the only exception, and after the other angels were reincarnated as humans, they all adapted to the local customs and integrated into the aesthetic standards of the Chosen Continent?
"Wayne, what does the envoy of the Papal State want to see me for?" Kerr's heart skipped a beat, becoming more and more mysterious.

"Because you are a reincarnated angel."

"what?!"

Kerr was greatly surprised and pointed at himself: "Reincarnation Angel, I...wait a minute, what does reincarnation angel mean?"

"Literally, an angel reincarnated as a human."

Wayne patted his butt and said, "Remember when Mona asked you to help recommend her to join my detective agency? The reincarnated angels have lost their memories and they don't know who they are, so the Vatican arranged for clergy to take the initiative to look for them."

The famous detective Kerr was quick-witted. After hearing what Wayne said, he immediately understood the whole story.

He had seen Wayne transform into an angel, and gave the news to St. Paul's Cathedral for a fee. Then his 'sister' Mona came to visit him and asked him to help introduce her to Wayne Detective Agency as a freelance detective.

"How can I be an angel? My magical talent is limited. In this life, I can only be a golden wizard at best. Is that worthy of the noble status of a reincarnated angel?"

Kerr shook his head to express his doubt, and then said: "Wayne, you are actually an angel, it's too outrageous. The Bible says that angels have no clear gender. How do you explain that you are born as a human being but are so lustful?"

"Not having a clear gender doesn't mean it doesn't have gender. It's normal to like beautiful women. Don't you... uh, don't you like Sese too?"

Because he was a non-mainstream Kerr, Wayne couldn't explain it clearly, so he just told the truth: "You guessed it right, I am indeed not a reincarnated angel. Due to some misunderstanding, the Papal State mistakenly believed that I was a reincarnated angel."

"Then neither am I!"

"No, you definitely are."

Seeing that his two colleagues denied their identities, Archibald waved his hand to set up a barrier to block the magical fluctuations, took out a Golden Rule Bible and placed it in front of Kerr.

"Mr. Poirot, Mr. Wayne is definitely an angel, there is no doubt about that." Archibald said, "As for you, I believe in Wayne's vision, he will not make a mistake. If you don't believe it, please put your hand on this Bible, the Golden Rule will respond to you and stimulate the stigmata deep in your soul."

"That's enough. You don't have to tell me so much. It's such an important secret. If I'm not the one, you will definitely find a way to silence me."

Kerr shrugged. He couldn't be a reincarnated angel. He bet that if the Bible responded to his soul, it was because he had too much stain on him.

The moment your palm touches the Golden Rule Bible, holy light descends.

Pure holy power flowed into Kerr's body along his arm, and the light of the Golden Rule Bible surged, enveloping Kerr's entire body.

An invisible force spread out, pushing the holy light barrier to the left and right, covering Archibald as well.

Pure holy light, eternal and sacred!
Looking at this light, Mona's eyes flashed with golden light, the holy marks on the back of her hand were involuntarily stimulated, and she murmured and recited psalms from the Bible.

Seeing Mona's performance, Titus, who was also an angel servant, was not willing to be outdone. He activated the stigmata on the back of his hand and recited along with Mona's tone.

Wayne had nothing on him and watched the Angel Search Conference as a pure passerby. In the holy light and shadow, he saw two hazy figures walking into the gate of heaven.

At first it was in human form, but then it became neither fish nor fowl.

"Why two?"

Wayne blinked, looked at Archibald who was shrouded in holy light, then looked at Titus who had holy marks engraved on the back of his hand, and immediately curled his lips.

No wonder Archibald is so handsome, it turns out he is also a reincarnated angel.

It's confirmed that angels in heaven are very strange, each one is more anthropomorphic, or not human at all. After reincarnation as humans, the men are tall and the women are handsome, all of them are at the ceiling level of appearance.

Wayne couldn't see clearly what was going on inside the Gate of Heaven, but he vaguely saw a bunch of long and random shadows coming to watch, and the scene was very lively.

After a moment, the surging holy light dissipated.

Archibald put away the Golden Rule Bible, and the stigmata of the cross between his eyebrows slowly faded. He smiled and said, "Mr. Poirot, you have witnessed your own soul with your own eyes. Do you have any questions?"

"Have!"

Kerr had a bitter face and he was very disgusted with the identity of an angel. Rather than being an angel, he wanted to be a human being.

"What questions?"

"You just said that the Bible can stimulate the stigmata deep in the soul of a reincarnated angel, but I don't have any stigmata on my body, nowhere." Kerr lifted up his clothes to prove himself. There were no stigmata on his face, chest, arms, legs, or back.

The more he searched, the more excited he became. He felt that he had finally found the answer. He tried to prove his innocence. He unzipped his belt and bowed his head proudly: "Even here..."

Oh shit, it really exists!

Kerr sought his own death, and seeing his own stigmata, which were in a very strange location, he felt terrible.

"..." x4
This weird guy made the four people around him speechless, especially Archibald, who said it was too much to watch.

Generally speaking, the stigmata of an angel will appear in relatively obvious places, such as the face, arms, back of the hands, and back. For someone like Kerr...

All I can say is that the forest in heaven is so big that there are all kinds of birds and angels.

"Wait a minute, he doesn't have any stigmata either!"

Kerr pointed at Wayne. Everyone on the field had stigmata, Archibald on his forehead, Mona and Titus on the back of their hands, but Wayne had none anywhere.

So, don't look at him with such disdain. Wayne is just like him. If you want to disdain him, bring Wayne into this. He can't be the only one to suffer this grievance.

Kerla's idea of ​​taking the blame was too bizarre. Archibald did not follow his train of thought and explained with a smile: "Whether the stigmata will appear or not, we can control it. Just because Wayne is unwilling to express it does not mean that he does not have it."

Mona nodded and said, yes, she had given Wayne a full body check and proved that Archibald was right, it had been hidden.

"In addition, Wayne's stigmata appeared on Sister Mona. They signed a contract, and Sister Mona can use the golden rule in Wayne's body." Archibald gave Kelkopf some common sense.

Wayne: (_)
That is the angel gold on the altar of pride...

Forget it, no need to explain. His identity as a reincarnated angel was clearly arranged by the Papal State, and even the real reincarnated angel had prepared an excuse for him. What else could he quibble about?

Kerr tried to struggle but was patted on the shoulder.

Wayne shook his head and said, "Give up. I am a fake reincarnated angel, but people took me for real. Besides, you are a reincarnated angel. Just accept your fate."

"You haven't accepted your fate yet."

Kerr whispered and insisted on his original opinion that if Wayne was not, then he was not either.

"M. Poirot..."

"Just call me Kerr." Kerr waved his hand dejectedly.

"Kerr, you have been asleep for too long and your strength is too weak. I hope you can return to the Papal States with me and make yourself stronger as soon as possible."

Archibald said earnestly, "There are seven reincarnated angels descending to the world, and you are the last one. We lost our memories due to reincarnation, and we don't know why we descended to the world. But seven angels descend at once, and they must have a great mission. You must take back your great power in heaven so that you can deal with the upcoming crisis."

Wayne frowned and said Kerr was the last one, so he should be counted in as well, as he knew very well that he was not one of them.

In other words, there is still a reincarnated angel who has not yet been discovered.

Where is it hidden?
It can't really be him, right?
Kerr couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard this. This was what he was most worried about. He didn't have high ambitions and didn't have much to pursue. For someone like him, the responsibility of being in a high position was a burden.

It’s better not to do this reincarnated angel!
"M. Poirot!"

Archibald stared at Kerr, his righteous eyes making him dare not look directly at him: "When I was still an ordinary person, the Pope once warned me that the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. I give this sentence to you today."

Wayne: "..."

Oh my god, this is not something you can say!
What’s his name, Ben Parker?

"I understand, but... everything happened so suddenly, I need to calm down."

Kerr sighed and looked at the watch on his wrist: "I have another date. I promised a girl that I would dance with her today. It's still in time for me to go there now."

"Kerr, you can dance again after you come back from the Papal States."

"That won't work. She's a conservative girl and is getting married tomorrow. Tonight is my last chance."

"..." x4
Is there a possibility that he is not really a reincarnated angel?
"Okay, please go and come back soon."

A look of constipation appeared on Archibald's handsome face. He turned to look at Wayne, hoping that Wayne could help him persuade him.

He's constipated just now. If you see the girl dancing with him, she will get hemorrhoids on the spot.

Wayne rolled his eyes, clenched his fist and coughed lightly, then said to Kerr earnestly, "Joining the organization of reincarnated angels will bring you many benefits. When you join, you will receive a personal assistant. Success in both career and love is no longer a dream."

At this point, he pointed at Mona and Titus: “Believe me, you can always trust Jiao Huang’s aesthetics.”

Kerr curled his lips, and Wayne stepped forward and whispered, "Members enjoy exclusive private customization. If you have any requirements, you can tell the church Huang in person. Our Heavenly Father Church overwhelms the God-chosen Continent, and there are more than a million nuns under our crotch. You will definitely be able to harvest love here."

"Okay, I'll trust you again!"

Kerr nodded seriously, and said to Archibald, who was weak due to his love affair, "When are we going to the Papal States? Can we leave tomorrow?"

Father, please send down a thunderbolt to kill this disgraceful fellow!
Archibald rolled his eyes and said weakly, "Don't worry, I'll stay in Lundan for a few more days."

"That's fine, it won't delay my date tonight."

Kerr left with satisfaction. Only children focus on distant love, and he wanted both near and far.

After he left, Archibald, who had been unable to bear it any longer, asked, "Wayne, are you sure you didn't find the wrong person?"

"Give it up, he's already in heaven, this is what you angels are like."

"Is it us?"

"No, I'm not an angel."

Wayne waved his hand and distanced himself from the matter again, then raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I didn't realize that our Papal Envoy, Lord Archibald, was also a reincarnated angel. You hid it really well. If it hadn't been exposed today, I would still be kept in the dark by you."

"How is that possible? You knew it a long time ago." Archibald shook his head.

"When did I know that? Why didn't I know that?"

Wayne said happily: "We are all friends. You have lied to me for so long that I should have broken up with you. For the sake of world peace, I will take a step back and you will owe me a favor. Is that okay?"

"No."

Archibald was a shrewd man who refused to owe anyone a favor. He was afraid that Wayne would ask for too much and he would not be able to afford it. He lowered his voice and said, "I know you know my identity. I also know that you deliberately let me go that day and recognized the devil I was pretending to be."

It turns out to be your boy!

"It's really you!"

Wayne raised his eyebrows, looking as if he had known this would happen.

No wonder the devil's suicide was so strange, no wonder he was given equipment before he died, and no wonder the parchment Bible, a holy object that should have been collected by the Vatican, fell into the hands of a devil.

"Wayne, you've already taken advantage of me, please give me some face and stop talking."

Archibald smiled bitterly and said, "Also, let me explain. Believe it or not, I went to St. George's Chapel to help you explore the way and see if the Windsor royal family has any other cards hidden."

"I believe you."

Wayne nodded, he believed it.

If you can defeat him, Lao Deng will give you gold coins; if you can’t, your brothers will explore the way for you.

The principle is the same everywhere, he does it the same way, why don't you believe it!

On the other side, Kerr strolled down the street and hailed a taxi.

He said that he wanted to go to the Papal States to find love, and his body honestly looked forward to that day coming as soon as possible, but deep down in his heart, he still felt a little bit unbelievable.

"I am actually an angel..."

"Sir, where is your destination? Hell?"

The taxi driver looked at the rearview mirror with a meaningful smile. The moment he stepped on the accelerator, the taxi rushed straight into the dark abyss, falling with increasing acceleration, as if it was really going straight to hell.

A trace of fear flashed in Kerr's eyes. The huge dark power attacked from all directions, making it difficult for him to breathe.

A few seconds later, Kerr rolled his eyes and lost consciousness, and instead, a sacred and inviolable thought emanated from his body.

In an instant, the taxi collapsed and the surrounding darkness, along with the driver, was crushed into dust by an invisible force.

'Kerr' stood expressionlessly on the street, golden light shining in his eyes, and he slowly raised his head and looked into the distance.

When you stare into the abyss, the abyss also stares into you.

Kerr saw a pair of dark and deep eyes and murmured, "You found me after all. Then, why did you come to see me?"

"You really did regain your memory..."

Dark eyes looked down and read out Kerr's name in heaven: "Kirael..."

"meet again!"

(End of this chapter)