"I love your sense of humor!"
The woman raised her eyebrows slightly, reached out and took out a business card from the indescribable bag on her chest, and handed it to Russell.
"This is my business card. Believe me, ordinary people are not qualified to get it... Hey, where are you looking at? If you really want to see it, just sign the contract and make a wish."
Russell withdrew his fair eyes, raised his hand to take the white business card, and read out the only two words on it.
"THEDEVIL!"
"Yes, it is the devil, but I prefer others to call me Her Majesty the Queen of Darkness."
Russell nodded: "Okay, Ms. Satan."
"It's Her Majesty the Queen of Darkness!"
"No problem, Ms. Satan!"
"OK, as long as you are happy."
Ms. Satan rolled her eyes beautifully, gave up the meaningless dialogue with Russell, and continued: "Then what, you... Oh, Officer Russell, you are very lucky and got the opportunity to make a deal with the devil."
"Making a deal with the devil doesn't seem like a good thing!"
Russell complained, and the people who had made deals with Mephisto flashed in his mind. At best, they went directly to hell, and at worst, their wives and children were separated, their families were destroyed, and then they went to hell again.
"That's not necessarily true. Many people want to make a deal with the devil but can't find a place to do so, let alone a devil as beautiful as me."
Ms. Satan took out the lipstick from the indescribable bag on her chest, applied the flaming red lips deeply, pursed her lips slightly, and made a popping sound from her red lips.
"Ms. Satan, you said that many people want to make deals with the devil but can't find a place to do so."
Russell touched his chin, looked at the lipstick that had been put in place, and said thoughtfully: "The dressing box is very beautiful... Ahem, what I mean is, can it be understood that you haven't done business with anyone for many years? .”
"Why, how can you do that!"
Satan spread his hands, as if he had heard some funny joke: "In this materialistic world, desires and ambitions are infinitely magnified, will I be short of customers?"
"Then why did you rush to the door as soon as you got the call? And you dressed... like you were in a hurry."
Russell stared straight ahead, his eyes focused and said: "I'm not saying that you are not well dressed. This does support your devilish figure and makes you closer to the devil, but..."
"You are also a Satan after all, the leader of Hell. You signed a contract with ordinary people and actually showed up on your own initiative instead of leaving it to the subordinates below. This is very low and will make people think that Hell is a small company or the kind that is on the verge of bankruptcy."
"..."
Satan took out a red coat from behind and covered himself tightly, then crossed his arms and looked at Russell silently.
"What's wrong, Ms. Satan, is Hell Company really on the verge of bankruptcy, so much so that you can't even find any employees?"
"No, it's just my personal hobby. I like doing deals."
Satan took a deep breath, suppressed MMP, and continued to use a friendly official expression: "Before signing the agreement, if you have any questions, it is best to ask them in one breath, but it is forbidden to ask about topics about God."
"Why?"
"No reason!"
"Then I won't ask. To be honest, I always thought you were from the same company and had a very harmonious relationship."
"Haha, how is that possible!"
Satan smiled, and glanced around the living room, moved to the dining table, swept away the pots and pans on the table with his hand, and took out a stack of documents from behind his buttocks.
This time I handled it gently and placed it on the table.
"Listen up, Officer Russell, you are very humorous and it is fun to chat with you, but I am in a hurry and there are hundreds of people like you waiting for me to save."
Satan raised his hand and tapped the document: "So, hurry up and sign the contract. After signing, I will grant your seven wishes."
"Seven! So many?"
Russell was surprised. He stepped forward and looked at the document. His name was written in the first line, with 'The Cursed' in brackets.
"Very real and very honest."
"Thank you, these are all devil's virtues. If you have no doubts, please sign on the last page. I'm really in a hurry."
Satan clasped his hands on his chest, looking at Russell, his eyes flickered, as if there were little stars in his eyes.
"Ms. Satan, if you are begging me, you'd better not wear a coat. The one you wore just now is more sincere."
Russell sat on the chair and read the document one by one: "The first paragraph is that the devil and hell give the damned seven wishes, and the second paragraph is that after the damned person realizes his wish, he gives his soul to the devil as a price... Well, this Very devilish.”
"Thank you, sign it now!"
"Don't worry, I'll take another look. The spirit of the contract is sacred and inviolable. You must respect my rights."
Russell ignored Satan and read each word: "Wow, the third paragraph is the terms of the deal, all of which are the devil's disclaimers. This is too exaggerated."
"Ah, the level of your ink marks is also exaggerated. It makes me want to kill you."
…
Three hours later, Russell closed the contract document. He had memorized the contents in his mind. He could only say that he benefited a lot.
"Ms. Satan, I've finished reading..."
Russell stopped talking in time, because there was an extra bathtub in the living room at some point. Satan was soaked in the milk bath, with a facial mask on his face, and one of his long snow-white legs hanging on the edge of the bathtub.
"Ma'am, do you want me to rub your back?"
"Is this your pitiful wish?"
Satan closed his eyes and replied lazily, his voice and tone exactly the same as when he answered the phone.
"No, I haven't signed yet!"
"Why?"
Satan raised his hand and pulled off the mask on his face. He stood up from the bathtub with wide eyes, but there was nothing. She was wearing a swimsuit.
Swimsuits are fine too!
Russell didn't mind at all, any bike or beauty in a swimsuit was better than nothing.
"You are not moved by the seven wishes, or do you think your soul is important?"
Satan walked up to Russell angrily: "Don't overestimate yourself. There are countless people and countless souls in this world. All of them are equal. If you miss this opportunity, you will forever lose your seven omnipotent wishes." .”
At the end of his words, Satan added: "I stayed in this dirty, messy, smelly, broken house for three hours, and there was a dead body downstairs. I didn't do it to have sex with you, so give it to me right away. signature!"
Are there dead bodies downstairs?
Russell frowned slightly, suppressing it for the time being, and continued to enjoy Satan's swimsuit show: "Sorry, this thick treaty is too beneficial to the cursed. According to the spirit of the contract, I cannot take advantage of you without conscience."
"Then please take your eyes away from my chest!"
"oh."
"Not even on the legs!!!"
"I don't want to either, but I'm afraid that if you don't read it, you will think that you are not attractive, and you will say that I am worse than a beast." Russell was very embarrassed.
"Oh, God!"
Satan raised his hand to cover his forehead, looking defeated. He raised his hand and took out the red coat from behind, put it on tightly again, and said speechlessly: "To be honest, this is the first time since I signed a contract with mankind. This is my first time wearing something so thick.”
"It shows that I have a good character."
"No, it means you are thick-skinned."
Satan sighed: "Tell me, what do you mean by saying that the contract is beneficial to the cursed person?"
"Here, Article 147, Paragraph 9, Article 3 of the contract, tells about the selfless act of redemption..."
Russell pushed up his non-existent glasses: "It means that if I use my wish to make a truly selfless act, then the contract will be immediately invalidated and I will still keep my soul instead of being taken away by the devil."
Satan was dumbfounded: "You... you fucking actually finished reading it!?"
"Yes, it's been quite rewarding!"
Russell nodded and said: "After reading it, for a second, I was tempted and prepared to sign the contract. The first six wishes were all fulfilled, and I used the seventh wish to save people. At that time, the contract was invalid and I enjoyed the six wishes for free. "
"why not?"
Russell sighed: "No, my conscience aches when I think of taking advantage of you. You are a good devil, I can't be so shameless."
"hehe!"
Satan rolled his eyes several times: "You are overthinking. If you really do this, it is not a selfless act, because you have impure purposes and it is a selfish act."
"So that's it, you are indeed a good devil."
Poof!
Satan covered her chest, she was tricked and she unknowingly told the truth.
"What's wrong? My chest hurts. Do you want me to help you..."
"Shut up!"
Satan was so angry that he slapped the contract and said through gritted teeth: "One last question, will you sign this contract or not?"
"Before signing the contract, I want to ask, who is more powerful, God or you?"
"Nonsense, of course..."
Satan raised his hand and pointed to the sky. In the middle of his words, he stabbed his chest with his raised fingertips: "The one above is not good, I am even more powerful."
Russell continued to ask: "Then if God signs a contract with you, can you take away his old man's soul?"
Satan frowned slightly and looked at Russell warily: "Why do you ask this?"
"That's not possible!"
Russell raised his hand and touched his chin: "Can I understand that if someone is stronger than you, even if they sign a contract, you can't take away their soul?"
"..."
Satan said nothing, the charm on his face faded, and he put on a serious expression, looking at Russell squarely for the first time.
Russell saw all this in his eyes and said with deep meaning: "So, besides God, there are people in the world who make you helpless, Ms. Satan."
"Who are you?"
Satan's eyes turned blood red, and he suddenly reached forward and grabbed Russell's neck: "Don't play tricks, you are not an ordinary person, tell me your identity."
"I told you from the beginning..."
A deep darkness appeared on Russell's face, a pair of scarlet eyes lit up, he held Satan's slender hand and opened it, grinned and said: "I am the Lord of the Dark Dimension!"
Satan looked at the monster in front of him in astonishment. The rich darkness was unprecedented, and he disappeared without thinking.
"Run, where can you run?"
Russell waved his hand and opened the door to hell. The dark shadow stretched under his feet, and he stepped in.
Two seconds later, he walked out again and held the contract in his arms.
