The Strange Adventures of Hearn the Believer

In conclusion, given this emotional journey, Dominic's feelings were one of disillusionment when he learned that Miss Lily Van Milion, who had appeared like a ray of salvation on this utterly terrible morning, was headed to Gomorrah Bay, a district notorious for its red-light district...

The girls in the Bay Area are outgoing, have lovely voices, love racing, and drive incredibly fast. Dominic, also a driver, always tries to go as far away as possible…

Besides work...

For example now...

what--

Dominic sighed again, as if trying to shake off the feeling of disillusionment, and glanced at the road signs, confirming with the guest one last time.

"So, Miss Lily Van Mielion, exactly where in the north of the Bay Area are you going..."

As she spoke, Domi's car speed had unconsciously slowed down to a very gentle level. This was her instinct, thanks to some past experiences and personal social reasons, she had never really liked coming here.

Compared to the Bay Area, I'd rather not come to the northern part of the Bay Area.

Of course, the reason was a personal matter and had nothing to do with work.

"I have a feeling that Miss Domi has been going in circles since just now."

They noticed, simply because they really didn't want to drive into the restricted area.

Having already circled around a certain "restricted area" in the northern part of the Bay Area twice, Domi didn't expect his poor acting skills to fool the guests, but being directly called out was still a bit embarrassing...

"If possible, Miss Domi, please hurry up. To be honest, I have important matters to attend to."

“Of course, of course, it’s my duty. But Miss Vanmillion, have you really not remembered where our destination is?”

The fact that the destination of the trip was not yet clear was also one of the reasons for the deadlock. Miss Van Mielion seemed to have an unexpected lack of common sense, which made her intentions when explaining the destination to Dominic ambiguous.

This really put Domi's business skills to the test. Unfortunately, she wasn't very familiar with the northern part of the Bay Area. The only place she was familiar with was the one she absolutely didn't want to go to...

“I’ve got it. This is the address my friend left in the letter. I’ve copied it down from the letter. Miss Domi, just take me to this address. I’m so sorry, my brain is too slow and I’ve wasted Miss Domi’s time.”

A note was handed to Domi from the back seat, but she didn't turn around to take it. Out of professional ethics and consideration for the safety of her passengers, as well as her full understanding of the security situation in Gomorrah, she kept her hands firmly on the steering wheel.

"That's fine, just show it in the rearview mirror."

Domi stared at the increasingly noisy traffic outside the car window and said this.

"Ok."

Miss Van Mielion then happily turned the front of the note towards the rearview mirror.

The next moment, accompanied by a screech that seemed to shatter eardrums, Dominic slammed on the brakes, his forehead making intimate contact with the steering wheel, nearly crushing his teeth in the process…

……

"Let me confirm again, Miss Lily Van Mielion, is the place you're visiting... really the place on the very top floor of this building?"

"Yes, Miss Domi, that's the place my friend recommended in his letter."

Regardless of who the other person is, it's best to immediately sever ties with such a disqualifying friend.

Inside the lobby of Golden Glory, outside the elevator, Dominic felt as if thunder was exploding in his mind, with constant flashes of lightning.

Just ten minutes earlier, she had made an extremely embarrassing and unprofessional mistake, pressing the brake instead of the accelerator, a mistake that would have resulted in a customer complaint and her being fired in any other company.

Fortunately, Miss Van Mielion was a generous, gentle and kind guest.

It was this inclusive gentleness and kindness that allowed Domi to keep her job, and it was also this inclusive kindness that made Domi feel like she was sitting on pins and needles.

Heaven have mercy! After figuring out the truth behind it all, Dominic felt she was committing a sin; she was personally burying the light that had descended upon the dawn, named Lily Van Milion, into darkness...

No one understood better than Dominic Antofil the terrifying darkness that lurked at the top of this building!

That's why she didn't want to come to the north of the Bay Area at all!

"Can't we reconsider? Perhaps there's another solution..."

Touching his own devilish conscience, Domi decided to try one last time to salvage the situation.

Ding Dong!

Qingyue's doorbell rang, and Domi's wristwatch dutifully passed eight o'clock in the morning, as the descending elevator doors opened as scheduled.

"Wow, it's Little Domi."

Good morning, Domi.

"Have you finally figured it out, little Domi?"

"You're late, little Domi."

"How about we go have breakfast together, Domi?"

"I'm sorry, Domi."

"Don't be discouraged, little Domi."

"Little Domi's friends are so cute..."

"What are the names of Little Domi's friends...?"

……

A diverse array of devilish ladies emerged from the elevator like clouds. Surprisingly, they all recognized Miss Dominic Antofil and greeted her warmly from the moment they met, their manners smooth and natural. They even took the opportunity to look after Miss Lily Van Mielion, a guest beside Dominic.

This is a group of energetic, high-spirited, and vibrant young women, completely different from Dominic, the driver who looks gloomy and downcast because she got up early. They are sophisticated, outgoing, optimistic, sociable, and skilled socialites.

"That's enough! I'm working here, and don't you dare touch my customers!"

Before the fresh, light blue lipstick mark was imprinted on his face, Dominic, who could no longer contain himself, stopped the devil ladies from their antics. The ladies then laughed and said things like, "Little Dominic is angry," and "How scary, how scary," and scattered like birds without taking it seriously.

call--

In short, they were all finally sent away.

"So Miss Domi is quite popular. But was the way she used words and phrases from Gomorrah?"

"..."

Miss Van Mirion's admiring voice came from beside him, but Dominic only had the energy to wave his hand in denial at the moment...

……

When the elevator doors opened again, Dominic stepped out and pointed out the directions to Miss Van Mielion.

"The layout of this floor is strange. If I had to say, there is only one apartment. Go left after you get off the elevator, turn a corner, and it's at the end of the street."

“Thank you very much, Miss Domi. You are a dutiful and reliable person,” Miss Van Mielion said softly as they parted.

"...Thank you. Well then, I'll wait in the parking lot. If it can't be resolved, at least I can take you back to the train station when you're on your way home."

Domi's face stiffened, and then, out of professional ethics, he forced himself to give the following reply.

"Thank you so much."

……

Dominic, don't want to see anything, don't want to think about anything. You didn't get up early this morning, you didn't go to work, you definitely didn't come to the Bay Area. Go home and fall asleep immediately. Nothing happened. It was all a beautiful yet cruel morning dream...

While waiting for the elevator to return to the top floor, after pressing the elevator call button, Dominic, whose mind was highly scattered, began his usual self-hypnosis: everything was for the sun to rise as usual tomorrow.

Almost there! The elevator, climbing at high speed, has reached the 111th floor. Two more... oh no, now it's just one more floor.

Just a little bit more, and I could forget all this, step into the elevator with my head held high, and leave this place of trouble behind...

thump.

Behind the left corner, the dull thud of flesh hitting the cold floor rang out, carried by the morning breeze to Dominic's ears.

"Miss Van Mielion!"

Ultimately, the guilt in his heart and his lingering conscience completely overwhelmed the shameful but useful act of escapism. Dominic abandoned the elevator that had slammed open in front of him, turned to the left side of the corridor, and sprinted away.

It's hard to imagine that this devilish girl in a well-tailored suit is actually an athletic champion. Her agile movements are more like those of a cold-blooded but warm-hearted thug than the timid little driver!

She practically darted along the corridor, hugging the wall, and in a flash arrived at the destination she had previously directed Miss Vanmillion to.

Poor Miss Van Mielion was lying dumbfounded outside the door of the only apartment, her eyes glazed over as if there were illusory swirling circles, her skin rosy, the sunset glow reaching her ears, her breathing rapid, looking like her brain had overheated and shut down.

On the opposite side from where Miss Van Mielion fell, the apartment doors were wide open, and a draft of air blew through from north to south.

Amidst the howling, biting wind, a handsome young man with a refined and elegant appearance leaned against the doorframe, his dark hair flying in the wind. His azure eyes, like floating ice on the distant sea, remained calm and composed, exuding an air of unwavering tranquility.

However, it wasn't just the apartment door that was wide open; this handsome young man himself was so otherworldly that he was completely naked, with only a blue towel draped over his shoulder and wisps of mist around him.

Dominic rushed over and immediately heard the sound of running water inside the room. When he looked up, everything went black, and he couldn't help but scream.

"Hearn! Why did you open the door without any clothes on?!"

Good morning, Dominic.

The boy greeted the little devil Domi with a smile.

"Good morning, Hearn. No, now is not the time to say good morning."

"But it's only eight o'clock in the morning."

The believer turned to look at the wall clock by the entrance, speaking with absolute certainty.

"I said it's not about 'good morning'!"

Dominic instinctively returned the greeting, but then he saw Miss Vanmillion still lying dumbfounded on the floor. He felt like he had been tricked again, and an inexplicable anger rose in his heart.

"The most urgent task is to get Miss Van Mielion onto the sofa..."

"Oh, right, Domi, go downstairs and run an errand for me. Bring two bottles of that kind of liquor from last night. I used up all my stock last night. I forgot to mention it to the girls when they came downstairs earlier. It's good that you're here. Yeah, I need it within three minutes."

"!"

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Chapter 251 Good Morning, Good Afternoon, Good Night (Part Two)

"In short, I am very sorry."

In a corner of a penthouse apartment in a building in the northern part of Gomorrah Bay, Dominic sincerely and dejectedly apologized to Miss Vanmillion, who had just woken up.

“It’s alright, it’s a very novel experience for me as well,” Miss Van Mielion said with a smile, covering her mouth.

This kind and well-mannered young lady is more like an elegant lady in temperament, but her every move is also wrapped in an innocence untouched by the vicissitudes of life. Dominic always feels like he is basking in a spring breeze when dealing with her. Putting aside the fact that she is bisexual, to be fair, Miss Dominic is a little resentful that Miss Vanmillion's attention has been focused on a certain immoral and unromantic scoundrel since she woke up.

The apartment door was closed, the cross breeze had stopped, and the environment was generally quiet, except for the gentle, undulating sounds of sleep.

Just a step away from Dominic, on the sofa, the apartment's long-term resident was fast asleep, clutching a bottle of liquor, his head tilted back. His sleeping posture was undeniably grand, resembling the Chinese character "大" (da), which, considering his physical structure, might be more accurately described as the Chinese character "太" (tai). However, considering that the fellow had at least dutifully put on a bathrobe before falling asleep, Dominic could choose to turn a blind eye.

"This is the first time I've lost consciousness due to interference from something beyond my own will," Miss Vanmillion muttered to herself, her expression rather subtle.

However, that subtlety took on a different meaning in Dominic's eyes. It was precisely because of this incident that she apologized on behalf of a certain immoral person.

Fortunately, this incident has now been resolved.

Thinking of this, Dominic's gaze involuntarily drifted to the person who had caused this, whether fast asleep or suffering from a hangover, beside him, and he felt that the future was bleak.

The long-term resident of this apartment is named Believer Hearn, a devil. His exact breed and which part of the Ninth Hell he comes from are unknown, since he has never mentioned it. Judging from his addiction to alcohol and his dissolute behavior, he is probably the type who has no memory or is simply too preoccupied with the past to remember.

Having grown up in a small town, Dominique had honed her ability to read people in the quagmire of the lower-class, devilish society, and had a basic understanding of this senior colleague who was slightly more experienced than her.

Yes, senior.

Remember the old grudge she brought with her from Gomorrah? It was left unresolved amidst the chaos of her arrival. Hearn, the Faithful Woman, was another party involved in that chaos, and thanks to her, Dominic met a high-ranking demon named Iota. This woman was the one who provided Dominic with her current job and the benefactor who helped her settle the old grudge.

As for the extra duties of the driver, as instructed by Miss Iota, he had to come to the top floor of this building in the northern Bay Area every day, whether he liked it or not, or more precisely, to the home of Hearn, the letter writer, to check if he was dead.

Yes, literally, check if he's dead.

Although it was unclear why the lady was so insistent on this, Dominic readily accepted the job two months ago, considering it was a small favor and the generous reward.

Of course, when it was Dominic's turn to try it for the first time the next day, she regretted it from the moment she knocked on the door of this senior's house.

Dominic Antofil's acquaintance, Hearn, is a complete scoundrel, a libertine, a drinking enthusiast, a tobacco addict, and an unreasonable thug... If one had to pick out any redeeming qualities from this utterly worthless man, it would probably be only one—he is rich and generous.

The coffee table in front of me was piled high with newly opened bottles of fine wine, while the alcoholic was fast asleep, clutching a bottle.

Yes, five minutes ago, Dominic was emotionally reluctant to run an errand for three minutes when faced with the unreasonable Hearn, but her actions in jumping from the 113th floor showed that her courage was genuine.

There is no way, he gave too much.

In order to live a more carefree life next month, Dominic doesn't mind being flexible in this regard.

"So, Miss Vanmillion came to Gomorrah to retrieve a book?"

When the silver-haired beauty explained her purpose, Dominic's eyes lit up at first, but then went dark again.

In this city of sin, divided and ruled by the seven kings of hell, searching for a book of unknown origin is like looking for a needle in a haystack—utterly futile.