Martin Variety in American Comics.

Chapter 366 Your eyesight is too poor (please subscribe to read, monthly ticket and comment)

"you sure?"

Morpheus felt that Martin was being too joking about this matter, and couldn't help but remind him: "Lucifer is a special one in God's family, so he is not so easy to deal with."

Over the long years, the Endless Family and the God Family have certainly had conflicts, and they have left a bad impression on each other.

The two families are equal, and there is no distinction between superior and inferior. Although God comes and goes without a trace, he cannot dominate the fate of the members of the Endless Family.

Martin recalled the Justice League's investigation of Lucifer and his Star Bar from the outside, and slowly asked: "You two are familiar with each other. Do you meet often?"

"Of course not. I've only met that guy a few times. I don't even know when we last met, but his arrogance still left a deep impression on me."

Morpheus dislikes Lucifer very much, and he does not hide this fact.

Martin stared at him for a few seconds, then suddenly laughed: "Seeing you like this, I seem to have guessed the reason for your conflict."

"You don't think, as Death does, that these are all mistakes caused by my excessive arrogance and lack of courtesy, do you?"

Morpheus thought of the past and glared at Martin with dissatisfaction.

"Whether you're polite or not is secondary. The key is that every time you two meet, you both show your divine side. It would be strange if you didn't fight."

Martin also once thought about the so-called divinity and humanity.

In his view, divinity is a so-called rational state forcibly divided by social rules. It is very rigid and solidified, destined to be just a standard for some kind of character setting and has no practical significance.

He raised his watch and saw that the Alliance had not sent any more news about the gems, so he said to Morpheus: "There is still no news about the escaped Al Thorpson (Roderick Burgess's young wife). I'm afraid we can only go to see Lucifer first."

"Is this normal?"

Morpheus really didn't want to meet Lucifer like this.

Martin smiled and replied, "It depends on how you define normal. As an ordinary person, Al stole three magical instruments of the Lord of Dreams from the wizard Count. He would definitely change his name, erase his past, and start a new life.

And the rebellious Nightmare under your command doesn't want to return to the Dream Kingdom, so he will definitely find her and help her avoid your detection. So it is normal that you can't find any useful clues in a short time."

Morpheus closed his eyes, not knowing what he had seen, but when he opened his eyes he agreed with Martin's opinion.

"Okay, I agree to go with you to see Lucifer. But I don't think you can get anything useful from that arrogant guy."

As he spoke, he took out his sandbag, grabbed a handful of sand and blew it forward. Fine yellow sand soon covered the entire street, blurring the boundary between reality and illusion, and even shortening the distance in space, making Los Angeles, far across the ocean, appear at the other end of the street.

"This is a good trick. Although I also know a lot of tricks related to space, my identity is always changing, so there are some things I can't use even if I know them."

Martin walked slowly along the road paved with yellow sand, muttering about his situation.

Morpheus understood what he meant immediately: "It's not difficult to lend you some Dream Sand, but I have to wait until I find all the magic tools. I can even give you a sandbag."

To Morpheus and his companions, these powers are like human nails and hair growing again after being broken. There is nothing special about them.

The fact that he was going to meet Lucifer made it difficult for Morpheus to relax. In order to stay in the best condition, he didn't want to lose anything.

Martin felt that Morpheus was overthinking it. Lucifer was now having a hot relationship with Detective Chloe and was obsessed with fighting criminals.

Unless Morpheus slaps Lucifer as soon as they meet, the King of Hell will not fight him at all.

But Martin also knew that Murphys's mind was fixed, and he would not listen to anything he said now. He could only let the facts speak for themselves.

They quickly walked through the street, and the yellow sand that blurred the boundary between reality and illusion was blown away by the wind, losing all its magic power, turning into ordinary sand and returning to nature.

The yellow sand dissipated, reality gradually stabilized, the space belonging to London gradually faded away, and the city and people of Los Angeles appeared next to Martin and Murphys.

The two of them did not hide their whereabouts, and people walking on the street did not notice the sudden appearance of two people.

Martin looked around and didn't see many signs of war, but the Battle of Los Angeles had only been over not long.

People in this city can't wait to throw away those painful traumas, continue to immerse themselves in entertainment, and continue their own enjoyment.

"Ugh!"

Martin didn't know what to say. Although the Justice League tried hard to standardize the post-disaster reconstruction plan, the results were actually mediocre.

No matter what promises the government contractors made before joining, they eventually messed up the plans. Several large conglomerates each marked out a piece of land and wanted to develop real estate, and in the process drove the slum dwellers out of Los Angeles.

As for where those people will go after leaving the slums?
Of course commercial companies don’t care because they are not the government and have no right or obligation to do these things.

The government won't intervene because those people have left Los Angeles and are no longer under their jurisdiction.

The Justice League couldn't do anything about it even if they wanted to. Their financial, material and human resources have been stretched to the limit. They are unable to help the superhumans who only make up a small proportion of the population, let alone the ordinary people who are much more numerous.

“I smell too many dreamy scents in this city.”

Morpheus was not happy about this, but frowned: "This city will be destroyed sooner or later because of this."

He symbolizes both illusion and reality. Although he usually weaves dreams, he strictly separates the two.

Those who tried to use the characteristics of dreams to influence reality, or those dream creations, were executed mercilessly by him.

"The illusory carnival will eventually come to an end. When the firewood is burned out, this prosperous you will eventually reveal your corrupt nature."

The United States cannot maintain its current policy for long. People all over the world know it, including Americans.

It’s just that those who are at the top have too many resources and can always delay the arrival of this result by letting others die.

Of course, the longer it is postponed, the greater the pressure on human society as a whole will accumulate. When it explodes, it may destroy human society as a whole.

Martin sighed in his heart, but it was just a sigh.

Although he is special, he is not so special that a few complaints can change the entire course of human history.

So after complaining, he took Morpheus to the Light Bar and continued doing what he was supposed to do.

On the way to the Bar of Light, Morpheus remained silent, not saying a word, with a solemn expression, as if he was going to a special date.

Martin was in the front, holding the handlebars of the motorcycle, concentrating on speeding down the road.

After all, Los Angeles is a big city. I wanted to find some urban areas where middle-class and above citizens gather, where the public security and infrastructure are not bad, and the police are also responsible.

It takes a lot of time to walk in such an urban area, and if you exceed the speed limit, you will be easily caught.

But Martin's driving skills are very good, and with the control of Hoofying, they quickly arrived at the Light Bar.

It was an entire building, five or six stories high, located in a core area of Hollywood. The price of the land alone was so high that I don’t know how many zeros it cost.

Although it was just past noon and the Light Bar had not yet opened, a long line had already formed outside the door, including many wealthy people and celebrities, who were patiently waiting for the bar to open.

"It seems that we can only use some special means to make Lucifer come to us on his own initiative." Martin looked at the crowded door and gave up the idea of breaking in.

"Can't we just walk in?"

Murphys didn't understand why Martin did this.

"These wealthy people and celebrities gathered at the door won't recognize you as the master of dreams. If we rush in now, we will only end up in a boring fight."

Martin shook his head, thinking that he still overestimated the quality of these people.

As for methods like going in through the back door or climbing through the window, they were not acceptable because they came to ask Lucifer for help, and choosing other methods would only make things more troublesome.

"Then let me warn you in advance not to make it too fancy, otherwise it will easily be seen as a provocation."

Morpheus kindly reminded Martin to give him a handful of dream sand at his invitation.

The reason why the power of death is not used is very simple. The impact is too great, and the information cannot be conveyed by killing people.

"call!"

Martin blew a breath, and the dream sand in his palm flew out, turning into a petite bird, flapping its wings and flying into the bar through various gaps.

……

Inside the Light Bar.

"Detective Chloe, I promise you..."

Lucifer was analyzing to the beautiful policewoman a case they had just encountered today.

Although Lucifer would uncontrollably become a mortal when he was with Chloe, his brain was still smart and he deduced the murderer without any effort.

"Evidence, Lucifer! I believe your analysis, but if you want to convict him in court, you must have evidence."

Chloe didn't like this dissolute nobleman at first, but after spending a long time with him, she got used to his presence.

"The evidence will be there, Detective."

Lucifer patted his chest and assured that finding evidence would not be difficult, especially for someone like him who was outside the rules.

"I……"

But just as he was about to make some promise, he saw birds made of yellow sand flying in, landing on the floor, the table, and the stage, and then suddenly turning into firework bubbles, beautiful but fleeting things.

Chloe was shocked. She didn't know the existence of heaven and hell, nor did she know that the seemingly dissolute nobleman in front of her was the real Lucifer.

Although Lucifer had lost his magical powers, he could still tell at a glance where the yellow sand came from.

"When did this guy Murphys run out?"

Of course Lucifer knew Morpheus. As friends and rivals, they would often go to watch each other make fools of themselves. Since they wouldn't die anyway, they could just treat it as a way to pass the time.

"Don't worry, detective! It was just a joke between an old friend and me. But I'm afraid you have to figure out the evidence yourself, or we'll see each other tomorrow."

"Don't worry about the case. I'm not a paid police officer."

Chloe is indeed a decisive woman. When Lucifer has something to do, she is ready to solve the case herself.

"Be careful, but a night's rest won't be a big deal."

Lucifer raised his glass to greet her and watched her leave the Bar of Light. He felt the power flowing through his body again before calling out to his followers.

"Maiz, we're not open today. Please invite our guest in."

Lucifer came to the other side of the bar and took out all the fine wines in his collection.

A female demon with wheat-colored skin and gothic style came out and looked at her master who had not been serious for a long time with confusion:
"Who is out there that could make you so serious?"

"Maiz, ah Maiz!"

Lucifer looked at the follower who was taken care of by him, shook his head and said, "I should have taught you more in the past, otherwise your eyesight would not be so poor that you can't even recognize Morpheus's dream sand."

"It's the Lord of Dreams. He actually escaped?"

Mads was surprised.

The fact that Morpheus was imprisoned by mortals was no secret in hell. After all, the fact that Morpheus's helmet was sold by mortals could not be hidden at all. Once investigated, everything would be clear.

"He is the master of dreams. Do you think he will be imprisoned by mortals forever?"

After coming to the human world, Lucifer's patience has improved.

In the past, even though Mads was Lucifer's favorite follower, he would never explain so much.

If anyone under his command dared to oppose his orders, he would throw them into the abyss to be tortured.

"But your suspicion is reasonable. Given Morpheus's character, he would rather die than bow to me. So, there is another person with him this time."

Lucifer used his hands to clean the bar in front of him. "I've wanted to meet him for a long time. He's a very special person."

"special?"

Maiz's eyes lit up instantly.

She was born with no background, an ordinary little devil in hell, abandoned at birth. She was met by Lucifer by chance and became his servant.

To be honest, Lucifer didn't have any danger to deal with, and the demons in hell couldn't jump in front of him.

Therefore, Mads always enforced authority on his behalf, and over time he developed a strong and belligerent personality.

"Curb your bellicosity, Mads! You are definitely no match for that human out there today. I don't want to ruin such a wonderful meeting because of your impulsiveness."

Lucifer knocked on the table without using any magic, but Maiz still felt tremendous pressure and lowered his head respectfully.

"I will obey your orders, my Lord!"

After saying that, the demon walked out of the Bar of Light and quickly locked onto Morpheus, but when he saw Martin beside him, he frowned.

She didn't recognize this human, nor did she see anything special about him.

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