Chapter 2266: Mentally retarded angel

The night in Anville is very peaceful. Although the underground is a huge pit and a biogas pit, everyone is sleeping on tens of thousands of tons of TNT, but when no one knows, everyone lives in peace.

The population is smaller, but the other side of the town is close to the national highway, and there are large trucks passing by from time to time, so there is a lot of business to serve drivers in the past.

Such as bars, supermarkets, motels, station street girls and so on.

The cheap hotels on the roadside serve these people. They can stay for one night for ten or twenty dollars. They have a TV, hot water, a bed and a door, and there are about ten rooms in a three-story building. business.

This kind of motor hotel does not need to register an identity, or simply report a pseudonym to be able to stay, and it also greatly facilitates affair married persons, as well as drug dealers or kidnappers waiting for transactions.

As a result, all kinds of dark events have also come. As long as the people staying here have paid enough for the room, no one will care if they die inside.

But this does not mean that good people will not come here. This is the case today, with two angels staying.

One is tall and thin, and the other is short and fat. They are sitting side by side in the room, listening to the men and women ‘ghost crying wolf howling’ coming from the next door on both sides, still expressionless, but their eyes are full of worry.

"Failed, there is blood following the priest, we can't beat him."

The fat man sat upright on the edge of the bed, put his hands on his knees, and calmly analyzed the reasons for the failure.

After they died once, they did not rush to do it again, but felt that they had forgotten something and were thinking.

The thin man sat on the side of the bed in the same position, his eyes looked at the snowflake screen TV, and he said numbly: "But we are running out of time. If we still can’t find the creation, we will call After the new body comes down, high-level angels will be sent down when we see the cause of our death, and we will be fired and laid off."

"We will be recycled when we are laid off, thrown into the pool and twisted into energy matter." The fat man turned his head and looked at his friend beside him. There was no ups and downs in his words: "Are you afraid?"

"If I can be with you, I am not afraid." The thin man also looked at him, without any expression on his facial paralyzed face.

Because God didn't design the expression system when he made them.

Not to mention the expression system, even the voice can only be loaded in one of the male and female models, and there is no wings.

It can be said to be so simple to the extreme. In this way, God thought it was troublesome, and then outsourced the work of manufacturing and maintaining the angel army to the foundry.

Those professional managers who don't know where they come from have no heart at all, and they don't talk about any affection. Every month, angels face cruel performance reviews. If they are not good, they will lose their souls.

But now, a terrifying task has fallen on these two junior salesmen. They need to retrieve the "Creation", a monster that can live in the human body and affect the sanity of all the mortals around.

That is the life born of the cross of angels and demons.

The strength is close to the law of causality, you can't kill, you can't kill, you can't put it, so in the past, it was always closed with a cookie box and placed in God's bedroom for him to look after.

But not long ago, God disappeared, maybe he escaped from work, and creation disappeared.

I don't know if God took it with him or said it left by himself. In short, this is a big event.

The high-level angels have all gone to find the traces of God, because that task is obviously more important, and the low-level angels have been teleported to various places on the earth, looking for traces of creation.

Xiaopang and Xiaoshou found it in the small town of Anville.

I thought it was just a mortal priest, as long as he was able to persuade him and show some force, it should be easy to handle.

But I didn't expect that the old man of the concierge of the church turned out to be a blood clan, the kind of more than 300 years old, not strong, but it happened to be better than the two together.

This is embarrassing.

Originally, the two angels had persuaded Jesse to hand over the creation while he was drunk, but they were all mixed up by the vampire and ruined their two bodies.

"Why don't we apply for assistance and take the initiative to invite high-level angels to come over, so that even if there is no work, at least there is no fault." The fat man looked at his friend and listened to the thin man's willingness to live and die with him.

However, limited to his physical condition, he couldn't smile, and he couldn't even make a thankful voice. When he said this, it was like speaking in a meeting.

"No, the factions in the high-level angels are too complicated. If we are involved in high-level disputes, we may not escape." The thin man stared at the TV with no signal and replied calmly.

The two voices are the same. If there is someone outside the door at this time, you might think that there is a mental patient asking and answering.

Xiaopang and Xiaoshou stopped talking. They were thinking about the solution, how to invite the creation out of the world without killing them.

The silence lasted for a few hours, from the time they came back after their deaths, and then to the funeral knell on the other side playing games with the church duo. The angels here have been sitting motionless on the bed.

They feel that they have forgotten something, but will not remember it for a while.

In the end, the fat man took out a box from under the bed and opened it. Inside was a very old telephone that needed to be manually recharged, but he couldn't see where its cable was connected.

"I'll make a phone call and ask someone to ask for the news. Whoever is the high-ranking angel in heaven is on standby, then it is likely to come to our side."

"Also."

The thin man didn't think of a good way, so he could only do this first.

The phone was quickly connected. After the two parties had some exchanges, the fat man gave bad news. If their mission failed, the angel from the lower realm would be the one who hated them most.

"No, we must do something before tomorrow. In this way, I will control some mortals and find a way to drug the priest." The fat man stood up and walked out the door, his back full of fearless aura: "If poisoned to death With Jesse, Creation will leave him, and we will be able to grasp it then."

"Good idea, but what about the cookie box?" The thin man turned his head to ask.

"I thought you were holding it." The fat man stopped.

"We are all dead, and the box is in the hands of the corpse~www.NovelMTL.com~ The thin man said the cruel reality. The cookie box is the home and bed of Chuangshi. Without it, Chuangshi would not be obedient.

"Damn..." The fat man finally remembered what he had forgotten. It turned out that the most critical item was missing.

It’s all to God, the brains given to them are bargains, and it’s a mess if you think about it!

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"Strange, why is there a cookie box here?" Bobo finished loading the corpses, but found that there was a metal object left. It seemed to be a bit tattered after being chopped several times by Hallie. "What do these two angels do with the cookie box? What about the cookies inside?"

There was a little bear painted on the biscuit box, although I don't know what the ghost brand was, it should be a little bear biscuit, and Bobo subconsciously picked it up and smelled it.

But there was a smell of urine in the box, which made him almost shut his breath.

The death knell chuckled slightly, preventing the orangutan from planning to throw things away: "This is an important item, don't lose it. Put the body bag into the silk bag I gave you."

"Well, you have the final say." Bobo silently put away the box, and took the mineral water from the death knell to wash his hands: "What shall we do next?"

Su Ming squeezed out the cigarette butts and threw them to Bobo deodorant and a lot of Wilson perfumes, so that he could get rid of the stink of the angel corpse:

"Originally I planned to steal the drunk and unconscious Jesse as a bargaining chip, but now that we have the "house" of the creation, we can talk to the angels and make a phone call to meet them in a remote place."

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