I, Doomsday, Stayed in the Core of the Sun for 100,000 Years

On the night that Lu Yuan came back from Joker, at four or five o'clock in the afternoon to be exact, the Story Bar opened again.

Today is the second day of business.

"Maybe we should do some activities, such as promoting our bar?" Susan, the female investigator, couldn't stand it anymore, because from the time the door was opened, only one customer came.

Even this guest was the homeless man from yesterday, who had no money at all, and was kicked out by Lu Yuan unceremoniously.

There is only one reason, that person's story has been heard, and it's not interesting, and it's boring.

That being the case, there is no need to entertain.

Facing Su Shan, who was even more anxious than himself, Lu Yuan didn't care, he looked down at the magazine he didn't read yesterday, and said without looking up, "It's not this bar that I funded to make money or not. Earning "five-nine-three" money has nothing to do with me, I just find something to do for myself."

Then he looked up at Susan and the others, and asked back, "What's more, are you looking for something to do? Instead of entertaining some messy people, let's relax a bit. I'm not an ordinary bar here, I like to listen to stories."

Susan spreads her hands, what you say is up to you.

Just then, the door opened.

"I heard that some people here like to collect stories?" A man wearing a suit but still looking very sloppy, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, looked a little rude at first glance, but he was actually a little handsome man walked in. .

Lu Yuan frowned and waved his hand in front of his nose.

"What? Do you mind smoking?" The man asked, but he didn't plan to put out the cigarette, and instead took a deep breath.

Lu Yuan shook his head and explained, "The smoke doesn't matter, I just smell a corpse (death) smell."

Don't forget that Lu Yuan's employees are not ordinary people. One or two picked up guns and aimed them at the man.

Susan even shouted, "Who did he kill?"

"Oh, oh," the man was startled by this scene, raised his hand quickly, and shouted, "Be careful. Also, not only did I not kill anyone, but I also saved someone, and it was a little girl."

Lu Yuan also testified for him: "He's right. Also, the corpse odor I'm talking about means he's dying, and he radiates it himself."

The agents looked at Lu Yuan blankly, but they silently put away their guns.

The man wiped his cold sweat and asked in fear, "Where the hell are you here?"

Is it really a bar? He even suspected that he had strayed into the den of thieves.

If he hadn't seen something in the early morning during the day, he wouldn't have come.

That's right, this person is the one who saw Lu Yuan cast many magic circles on the bar in the morning. He has his own job during the day, and now he just finished his day's work.

The man also has a big heart. At this time, he walked to the bar, found a chair and sat down, and asked, "I have a story, do you want to hear it?"

Lu Yuan immediately put down the magazine in his hand, snapped his fingers and said, "If you have a story, I will have wine, just drink it."

With Lu Yuan's ability, it didn't take a second for him to recite that magazine. He was so boring, so he didn't take it to heart at all.

Such as yesterday's Joker, and another example of this person today.

"Please start your performance, Mr. Zhakang," Lu Yuan smiled and asked the two bartenders around him to serve drinks, and casually gave out a mocking name.

Zha Kang.

People who often watch DC works will know a little about this man. His full name should be John. Constantine, but he is nicknamed Zha Kang because of his personality.

This guy not only smokes and drinks, but also does a lot of things, including cheating.

The most important thing is that what he likes to do the most is to ask for favors from those friends and familiar people, and even always cheat and sell teammates in crisis and critical moments.

This guy is just too scumbag.

Definitely, this person is at least a superhero.

Constantine shrugged noncommittally, took a whisky cocktail from the head bartender, raised her hand and drank it.

Then he took another breath and muttered, "Where should I start?"

"Whatever you want," Lu Yuan didn't care at all, as long as he heard a story, he would be very happy, although he could obviously use his super cosmic consciousness to know what happened in advance.

But he is now enjoying his current lifestyle.

Constantine was smoking and drinking the wine that the bartender kept bringing up. He was really open to anyone, and he was not afraid of drinking too much, including one cigarette after another, but the words in his mouth stopped.  … ..

The waiters next to him were still expecting what he would say at first, but now they showed suspicious expressions, worried that he might not be a liar, right?

Only Lu Yuan didn't care at all, glanced at the ashtray that would soon be filled with ash and cigarette butts, and summoned a waiter to replace it with a new one.

It is said that Constantine has to smoke at least thirty cigarettes a day, even when he is not working, otherwise his highest record seems to be a whole cigarette a day.

scary.

But Lu Yuan thought: "You will never die from smoking in the future."

Constantine's hand paused, then smiled wryly: "Do you know how many people are waiting to send me to hell?"

"Then you didn't die from smoking," Lu Yuan said firmly.

"Okay, let me borrow your blessings," Constantine finally pinched the cigarette in her hand and stopped taking out a new one. She held the wine glass in her hand, and didn't rush to take another sip, but asked Lu Yuan: " Won't you have a drink?"

"Oh?" Lu Yuan raised his eyebrows and nodded to the bartender beside him: "A glass of brandy without ice."

Pure brandy, as a highly distilled spirit, is generally 40 degrees or more.

But Lu Yuan didn't care at all, whether it was brandy or whiskey, or vodka and liquor, he liked to drink it directly.

The burning sensation from the entrance to the stomach is very pleasant.

2.0 After the two of them had a glass of wine, Lu Yuan reminded: "It's time to start your story, Mr. Zhakang."

Even if Lu Yuan doesn't care anymore, it's time to start, otherwise it will disturb the story of the next guest.

Constantine put down the cup, subconsciously took out another cigarette, then looked up at Lu Yuan.

Lu Yuan said he didn't care. You've almost finished pumping a box. Isn't it too late to start caring?

Constantine lit her cigarette again, took a comfortable puff, and then uttered new words and asked, "Before my story begins, I want to ask you something. Do you believe that God and the devil really exist? ? Did you know that there is a contractual relationship between God and the devil. Do you... believe my story?"

As soon as Constantine's words came out, the room suddenly became quiet.