Chapter 650: Wonderful Night on the West Coast (Part 3)

The psychedelic luster of cocktails, under the illumination of the bar lights, always appears extra gorgeous. The multi-layered gradient blue is like the ocean under the glacier, making people feel the bone-chilling cold just by looking at it.

This complements the night in Los Angeles with warm wind. There is no cold rain like Gotham here, nor the noise of Metropolis, only the electronic psychedelic music with West Coast style, blown in by the sea breeze, mixed with the classical music ringing at the bar, which is extra moving.

When the bottom of another wine glass touched the bar counter, it made a crisp sound. Through the semi-transparent wine liquid, one could see Lucifer's face reflected on the wine glass. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine.

"Do you know?" Lucifer put down the wine glass, looked into Schiller's eyes, and said: "Some people come to me to get rid of a killing disaster, some people come to me for wealth and fame, and some people come to me to gain power or authority..."

"And you, you are the first person to come to me to treat seasickness."

"I said, I am not ordinary seasickness..."

"Is there any seasickness in this world that is not ordinary????" Lucifer took a deep breath, seemingly having endured to the limit. After a while, he said: "Alright, I will act as a doctor for once. What are your symptoms? Tell me."

"Dizziness, nausea, cold sweats, physical weakness..."

"Isn't this just ordinary seasickness?!

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Schiller just wanted to say something. Lucifer stretched out a hand and said: "My dear Pope, if you really have nothing to do, go and develop some believers for me, find the kind who love work, because I don't want to hear how hard their work is..."

"Do you think I love work?" Schiller asked.

Lucifer sighed and took another sip of wine, saying: "Right, the first request you came to me with was to let me turn your annual leave into 36 days..."

He supported his temple with his hand and said: "If God's Pope prays to him for a longer annual leave, will he also be speechless like me..."

"Do you know? In the 16 sentences you just said, your father was mentioned in 8 sentences. I have encountered such a situation once. My suggestion is that you need to see a psychologist."

"Aren't you a psychologist?"

"I am your Pope, and I am currently on vacation."

With a "clang" sound, the wine glass was slapped on the desktop by Lucifer. He said: "I found that since you lost your memory, you have become more and more annoying..."

"Then why are you unwilling to fire me?"

"I..." Lucifer clenched the wine glass, breathed slowly a few times, and then said: "Why don't you go to the Vatican and be the Pope for God?"

"Do you know? This is actually very rare." Schiller also took a sip of wine, looked into Lucifer's eyes, and said: "Because ordinary people like to call for their mother when they are in pain."

With a "pop" sound, the wine glass shattered. Lucifer pointed to the door and said: "Get out quickly! Don't let me see you again!"

"Don't worry, let's not talk about the problem of my seasickness first. Let's talk about you. The female singer just now is your friend. How did you meet?"

Lucifer snorted coldly, but still replied: "Her name is Delilah. She was originally a resident singer and bar hostess. I felt her voice was good and she had some creative ability, so I introduced her to the boss of a record company. I didn't expect her first album to be a great success, and now she is popular all over the West Coast..."

"You saw that she had worries, then why are you unwilling to use... what is going on?" Schiller asked.

"I said, I don't like using this ability on friends."

"I think you should feel it's troublesome. If you see her worries, you have to help solve this kind of worry, otherwise you will feel sorry for the friendship, so you just don't see it and don't worry about it."

"I just want to be an ordinary person!" Lucifer tapped the counter with the cup and said: "Do ordinary people use mind reading? Can't they maintain friendship just the same? Why can't I?"

"You can, of course..." Schiller took a sip of wine, lowered his eyelids, looked at the wine liquid at the bottom of the cup, and said with an inexplicable expression: "However, if you want to enjoy simple friendship like an ordinary person, you have to be prepared to accept regrets like an ordinary person, otherwise..."

Lucifer just wanted to ask what he meant when he heard a "bang" sound outside the bar door, followed by screams and riots.

He quickly put down the wine glass, rushed out of the door, and then saw a figure fall into a pool of blood. It was Delilah who had just left the bar.

Lucifer rushed up and hugged Delilah's corpse covered in blood. At this time, this female singer had no breath. After all, it was impossible for any ordinary person to survive after being shot at close range.

Lucifer reached out, placed it on Delilah's chest, stopped her body from bleeding, and then let her maintain this state and lie flat on the ground.

Lucifer took a deep breath, stood up, and began to search for the murderer around. Suddenly, he saw a suspicious car opposite. He rushed over and found that the murderer was already dead. 【650-

Lucifer reached out directly and grabbed the killer by the throat. In an instant, the killer's body jerked, and he began to gasp for air. Lucifer pulled his soul out of Hell and placed it back into his physical body; he was resurrected.

"Why did you kill Delilah?" Lucifer asked.

"I'm just... I'm just a hired gun..." The killer seemed terrified by the sight of Hell, but then he saw something even more horrifying: a demonic illusion flashed across Lucifer's face, and immediately after, the killer was returned to Hell.

When Lucifer walked back to Delilah's corpse, Schiller was already crouching there. Lucifer crouched down as well, and as Schiller examined Delilah's body, he asked, "Why didn't you just resurrect her?"

Lucifer glanced around and said, "Delilah is a famous singer. Many people saw her being shot just now. If I resurrect her, not only will it bring me trouble, but she will certainly be hounded as well."

"You could easily erase everyone's memory; you just don't want to do that." Schiller stood up again, walked to the side, and picked up the handbag Delilah had dropped.

After opening it, Schiller found a bag of white powder inside. He opened the bag and took a light sniff, and Schiller knew it was some kind of drug.

With things having progressed to this point, Schiller had basically recalled the plot of the TV series *Lucifer*.

There is nothing much to say about this TV series; simply put, it is about the trivial, messy, and annoying little things Lucifer encounters in the human world, plus the domestic squabbles of God's family.

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Its specific romantic subplot is similar to the plot of *Twilight*: the heroine possesses the ability to weaken Lucifer, and then Lucifer thinks, "Woman, you have caught my attention," followed by all those melodramatic tropes that the public loves to see.

The only problem is that the Lucifer Schiller encountered is not like the one in the TV series. The Lucifer in the TV series does not have the ability to resurrect others at will. Clearly, the Lucifer Morningstar before him is the one from the comics who is "second only to God."

Schiller does not believe anyone can weaken the abilities of such an existence, but if Lucifer is still like he is in the show, capable of being weakened by the female lead, that can only mean he is acting on lust and wants to pick up girls.

After the police cars arrived, two figures stepped out of a cruiser. A man and a woman walked over to the corpse, while at this moment, Lucifer had already returned to the bar; clearly, he did not want to get involved with the police.

Soon, Schiller also walked back to the bar and sat down. Leaning against the bar, he looked at the scene outside the bar door. The two officers were searching the body. Schiller looked back at the look in Lucifer's eyes; sure enough, he was just acting on lust.

That female officer was indeed very beautiful, looking relatively mature and possessing a temperament that was both gentle and sexy. However, Lucifer did not show any state of being weakened; he was just wiping a glass while watching the situation outside the door.

Naturally, for a murder that happened at the door of a bar, the first thing to do is to come into the bar to look for eyewitnesses. Lucifer and Schiller, the two people who had been staying near the bar with the best view, naturally became the best subjects for questioning.

The female officer was the first to push the door open and walk in. As soon as she saw the two people near the bar, she paused for a moment, then walked over quickly. She shook hands with Schiller and said, "You must be Professor Rodriguez, right? The famous psychologist?"

"That's right, I am. Do you know me?"

"Of course, the criminal psychology books we study even have your photo in them. However, you look a bit younger than you do in the book."

"Yes, I've always felt they made me look too old in those." Schiller shook hands with the female officer and asked, "What is your name? Are you the detective in charge of this case?"

"My name is Chloe Decker. You can just call me Chloe. I am indeed the detective in charge of this murder case. I wanted to ask you both if you saw anyone suspicious?"

Lucifer was just about to speak, but Schiller said, "No, it happened too suddenly. We heard a gunshot, and by the time we walked to the door, that lady was already..."

Chloe clearly trusted Schiller more, so she quickly asked, "Can you remember the exact time of the gunshot?"

"There is a wall clock right there. I remember it should be around 00:03. The margin of error shouldn't exceed two minutes." Schiller answered fluently.

At this time, the male officer also walked in. His attitude was not as good. He said, "Did you see anyone suspicious in the bar?"

His tone was rather cold and hard, which made Schiller frown. The female officer, Chloe, nudged the male officer's arm and said, "Don't be like that, Dan. This is the famous psychologist, Professor Rodriguez..."

"According to our preliminary investigation just now, the killer should be the person who was sitting in that sedan. We found a gun and bullets in his vehicle, and there was also a significant amount of drugs."

"We found identical drugs in the victim's bag, so there might have been a drug deal between them. Perhaps a conflict arose during the deal, leading the other party to commit murder..."

Schiller looked at Chloe. Chloe said with a somewhat unnatural expression, "This is Dan, my colleague..."

"Are you just colleagues?" Lucifer asked.

Chloe glanced at him and did not answer. She pulled Dan to the side, and the two began to talk in low voices, while Schiller leaned against the bar. He leaned closer to Lucifer and whispered:

"I guess you want to tell this female officer the clues you got from the killer's mouth, and while you're at it, show her your special side, participate in this kind of case with a reasonable identity, stir up a series of strange and bizarre events, make her both afraid and curious, and finally create some crisis to show off your power..."

Lucifer slowly turned his eyes to the other side, not looking at Schiller. Schiller smiled and said:

"The last person who did that was named Constantine."

Lucifer let out a cold snort and said:

"Who do you think he learned it from?"