Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
The next day
“Chen, I think I should go open a restaurant.”
“Why? Isn’t the motel good? At least the income is steady and there aren’t many risks.”
“I must make nice food if there’s a Chinese freeloader here every day.”
Chen Zhao rolled his eyes. “That’s your illusion. I come get free food from you because it’s free.”
“You should at least give some money.”
“I think paying is an insult to our friendship, so I refuse.”
“I don’t mind you insulting me.”
“But I mind. I get this free food with my skills. Why should I pay?”
“You know you’re making Chinese people lose face? You know how much Chinese people spent in America last year? More than three billion dollars! But you’re not even willing to pay one dollar.”
“I think that our relationship shouldn’t have conflicts because of one dollar.”
“With our relationship, you shouldn’t be so petty about one dollar.”
“Okay, let’s not talk about one dollar. Are you going to pay for that woman’s room last night?”
“I’m not even willing to pay one dollar and you think I’ll pay ten?”
“Fine… You didn’t have sex with her last night, right?”
“No. She’s not single right now.”
“Smart.” Vincent was satisfied with Chen Zhao’s reply.
At that time, Chris came down. She looked very downspirited. It seemed that she didn’t have a good night’s sleep.
“Good morning, Chris. Come eat breakfast. My treat.”
Ethan was speechless.
“Thanks…” Chris sat beside Chen Zhao as if nothing had happened last night.
That was the truth. Nothing had happened.
The two made distracted small talk. After breakfast, Chris stood up. “Chen, I should go now.”
“I’ll drive you.”
“No need. I just need to change and then go to work.”
“Okay then. Be careful on the road.”
Studying Chris’ back, Ethan said, “That woman is top quality. If I can have sex with her, I’ll probably squeeze everything out of her.”
“Get rid of your dirty thoughts.”
“So you’re not thinking anything?”
“I’m leaving.”
“To where?”
“Home.”
After getting home, Chen Zhao started lazing on the sofa again. He’d played around for two whole days. It was actually more tiring than work.
In China, Chen Zhao had never had such a messy private life.
“Blackie, you here?”
Blackie’s head emerged from the wall. He would occasionally follow Chen Zhao, but if he sensed anything, he would leave and go “hunt.”
“Blackie, I have a question. Are there evil spirits in the world?”
“Yes. There were many in this house before.”
“Are there any that affect a person’s mind?”
“Yes. An evil spirit is produced by negative emotions after a person dies and the soul disperses. Most evil spirits can affect human emotions.”
“I have a friend. You saw her two days ago. It’s Chris from the dress shop. She seems to have run into trouble…”
Chen Zhao recounted Chris’ situation and Blackie thought for a while. “It seems to be a Reflection Demon, not a dead spirit.”
“Reflection Demon? Beelzebub, didn’t you that there are no demons in this world, other than you?”
Beelzebub was eating dog food. Yes, a demon was eating dog food.
“I’m not wrong. There aren’t any demons in this world other than us. That Reflection Demon hasn’t actually appeared on this world. He used a mirror to reflect his image here. He didn’t come.”
“So that means that Chris and I only saw the reflection?”
“No, what you two saw weren’t the same thing at all. You saw the Reflection Demon’s true form, while that female human is the one that saw the reflection.”
“What’s the difference?”
“Humans aren’t able to see Reflection Demons directly. They have to look through a mirror. You’re clearly not a normal human though, so what you saw was most likely the true form.”
“Do you have any solutions?”
“Find the Reflection Demon’s medium and destroy it. Then it won’t be able to affect regular people anymore.” After a pause, Beelzebub added, “But I’m warning you. It’s already crowded here. I don’t want another demon.”
Beelzebub was obviously unwilling to have another demon to compete with for demonic crystals. He had a sense of crisis, because he realized that his ability wasn’t very useful to Chen Zhao. Even Raymond was more useful.
As Chen Zhao’s first demon subordinate, he didn’t want to be pushed to the side.
Chen Zhao thought for a moment. Chris had said that her boyfriend Nance often talks to a mirror.
That mirror was probably the medium, right?
Thinking of this, Chen Zhao picked up his phone to call Chris.
“Hey, Chris.”
“Chen, is something wrong?” Chris’ spirits were low.
“I talked to my friend about you. I want to ask you when your boyfriend started acting weirdly.”
“Chen, I’ve thought about it. I was probably overthinking before, but I’ve broken up with him now. We won’t have anything to do with each other in the future. I don’t want to talk about him either.”
“Uh…okay.”
It seemed that Chen Zhao was being a busy body. He felt wronged. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. I’m great.”
“Okay, that’s good. Come get coffee when you’re free.”
“Okay. I’m busy. Goodbye.”
“Bye.”
Since Chris said she didn’t need help, Chen Zhao didn’t intend to force himself into her business either.
He brought all his demons into Blackie’s space crevice. When the three Hellhounds saw Chen Zhao and his friends, they were all ecstatic.
As always, Chen Zhao went to the research lab, studying the notes and demonic medicine that the last Grim Reaper had left behind.
Whether it was Chinese, Western, or demonic medicine, they all had similarities between each other.
Demonic medicine was mostly about treating demons. Demons could get sick and hurt too. It was obviously difficult to treat them with human medicine. However, the research about demonic illnesses wasn’t very complete either.
Chen Zhao had another idea. If he combined Chinese and Western medicine with demonic medicine, would it be more effective?
This was only an idea now. He still had to experiment.
He obviously couldn’t do it in the human world, unless he dissected Beelzebub and the others. This made Chen Zhao want to visit Hell again.
He walked out of the lab and looked at the epts who were playing with the three Hellhounds.
“Beelzebub, come here…”