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Lucifer was completely bewildered. Chloe, seeing Lucifer's absent-minded state, helplessly stood on tiptoe and waved her hand in front of his eyes: "Hey! Lucifer? Snap out of it! What's wrong with you again? Did you take too many drugs last night to hang out with those models? Or is your mental illness acting up again?"

Her tone carried a habitual teasing tone mixed with a hint of barely perceptible concern.

Lucifer first mumbled no involuntarily, but then suddenly came to his senses and, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, immediately raised his voice to emphasize.

“I’m not mentally ill! Chloe! I’ve said it so many times!” His emotions were so intense that it gave one the feeling that he was trying to cover something up.

In fact, everyone in the police station knew that he saw a psychologist thirty times a week, so his emphasis was weak and ineffective. Chloe simply raised an eyebrow noncommittally.

Clearly, they didn't believe a single word.

"Alright, alright, if not, then. So, could the 'King of Hell' who isn't having an episode help solve this case first? It involves dozens of lives."

Chloe dusted off her hands and turned her attention back to the case itself.

The tone was solemn.

Lucifer took a deep breath, trying to suppress the chaotic sensations in his mind, and nodded, attempting to concentrate: "Of course, solving cases. I love solving cases the most..."

Although he said that and wanted to solve the case as soon as possible, his eyes were still somewhat unfocused, glancing at the ceiling from time to time.

Chloe, oblivious to his subtle movements, began to explain the preliminary investigation: "According to the neighbors' descriptions and preliminary household registration information, the owner of this house is Tom Weasley, a reclusive retired religious enthusiast. He is withdrawn and rarely interacts with others. We are currently unable to contact him."

“That’s why he’s very likely among these victims.” Chloe used her logical reasoning skills, pointing to the charred corpses covered with white sheets on the ground.

However, just as Chloe finished speaking...

"Ugh!" Lucifer suddenly let out a suppressed groan, clutching his knee, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Chloe asked in surprise.

"Did you put a toy in your butt?"

She knew Lucifer well, so she knew this was something Lucifer was capable of doing.

"No...it's okay!"

Lucifer's face turned pale. He forced a smile, but it looked worse than crying. "Maybe...maybe I twisted my ankle just now."

"Um... Chloe, I urgently need to use the restroom! It's very urgent!"

Before Chloe could answer, or even give her any time to react, Lucifer shot off like an arrow toward the bathroom at the end of the corridor, which had been burned beyond recognition!

boom!

He ripped off the toilet door, which was warped and jammed from the high temperature, tossed it aside like trash, and slipped inside. Then, to everyone's astonishment, he actually reached out from the inside and laboriously dragged the warped door back, barely wedging it against the door frame, creating an extremely rudimentary "enclosed" space!

"Lucifer? What are you doing?!" Chloe pounded on the warped door from outside, looking bewildered and worried. "Are you alright? Should I call an ambulance?"

"No! No need! I'm fine! Very fine! Don't come in!" Lucifer's voice came from behind the door, carrying a rare, almost panicked urgency, and even a barely perceptible tremor of pain.

The toilet cubicle was narrow, blackened, and emitted a pungent odor.

Lucifer leaned against the cold, ash-covered tile wall, slowly slid down to the floor, panting heavily, completely disregarding whether his expensive suit would be ruined.

"What on earth is Ian Kent up to?!"

Lucifer felt weak and slumped onto the toilet floor. Trembling, he pulled a finely crafted silver hand mirror, inlaid with jewels, from his inner suit pocket and held it up to his face. The mirror reflected his incomparably handsome face, a face capable of captivating any man or woman.

But the next second—

hum!

The face suddenly blurred and distorted! Beneath the skin, it seemed as if dark red hellfire was burning wildly, and the phantoms of hideous demonic scales and bone spurs flashed by! A pair of pupils, completely inhuman and burning with pure karmic fire, suddenly lit up in the mirror, then disappeared in an instant!

Although the power lost was not much, it still exceeded the capacity of this mass-produced body, so his body seemed about to crack at this moment.

He has revealed the hideous, devilish face beneath his skin.

written request for leave

My chronic illness has relapsed, so I'm taking leave on the last day of this month.

Chapter 209 The Blooming Multiverse

In the charred, cramped toilet stall, Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, stared wide-eyed at the magnificent hand mirror in his hand.

In the mirror, beneath his handsome face, a masterpiece of creation, the hideous demonic nature surged like boiling lava, with dark red scales, horns, and eyes burning with hellfire... Each flash made him feel as if his "human skin" was about to crack completely like a cheap silicone mask in the next second!

"Balance...the balance within my body has been forcibly disrupted..." Lucifer was genuinely panicked, mainly because he didn't want to reveal his true form in front of the humans he liked.

"This feeling... is from that thing I threw away... but how could it resonate so strongly across the universe and steal power from me?!"

He also didn't quite understand the authority of Ian's forced borrowing, just as Shiva didn't understand why Jonathan could force a debt. The only difference was that Lucifer had a solid foundation and wasn't worried about being tricked.

Just now.

Chloe began pounding on the door more forcefully, her voice filled with genuine worry: "Lucifer! What's wrong in there? I heard you screaming?"

"Are you alright? Are you sure you don't need to call a doctor?!" The policewoman was still very concerned about her partner, perhaps even she herself didn't realize that this concern went beyond the camaraderie between colleagues.

"I'm fine! Very fine! Even a little too fine!"

Lucifer covered his cheek as he hurriedly raised his voice to answer, trying to make his voice sound normal, but the last syllable of his voice still carried a slightly distorted tone.

"I'm... um... doing some necessary skincare." He stammered, trying to cover it up, while frantically searching around the small space like an ant on a hot plate.

He roughly pulled open the charred sink drawer, and inside, besides ashes and melted plastic residue, he actually found a rusty sewing needle!

"Have it!"

Lucifer, as if grasping at a straw, disregarded the dirt and rust, picked up the needle, and, like a clumsy tailor, tried to sew up the faint "cracks" on his face in front of the mirror! In this outrageous state, even the most outrageous things "Three-Year-Old Lucifer" did seemed reasonable.

However, physical attempts to resist the imbalance of divine power were destined to be futile. The moment the rusty needle touched the unstable energy area on his face, it was instantly melted into molten red iron by an invisible high temperature, sizzling and evaporating into blue smoke without even leaving a trace.

It was treated quite differently from Lucifer's suit in the face of Lucifer's divine power.

"Damn it! This is Ian Kent!" Lucifer cursed under his breath. Seeing the increasingly obvious demonic features on his face in the mirror, he had a sudden inspiration and tried to glue his "broken" skin back together like he was gluing an envelope with saliva!

It's still that kind of ingenious thinking.

The result can be imagined.

Aside from leaving some unknown liquid on my face, it served no purpose whatsoever.

Outside, Chloe's patience had clearly run out: "Lucifer! What's wrong with you? I'm warning you for the last time! If you don't come out, I'm calling people to force the door open! I'll count to three!"

Her ancestors may have studied this art of counting in a mysterious Eastern country.

"No! Please no! Chloe! Give me ten more seconds! No! Five more seconds!" Lucifer completely panicked. He ripped off his expensive custom-made suit jacket.

Then, she began to frantically tear the door into strips of cloth with brute force, while outside, Chloe could be heard calling for other officers to come and help lift the door.

Just as several strong police officers worked together, shouting slogans as they forcefully lifted the deformed toilet door open—everyone froze.

It wasn't that they were speechless from shock at Lucifer's true appearance; inside the toilet, Lucifer Morningstar... had already used his hand speed to complete his "emergency operation."

His entire body, including his face, neck, hands... all exposed parts, were now completely covered by crooked, messy strips of black suit fabric.

He looked like a poorly made mummy, just dug out of a pyramid. His face was the main focus, covered in several thick layers, leaving only two holes... and behind those holes, he had a pair of oversized sunglasses that he'd pulled out of some pocket, completely obscuring his face!

Lucifer's appearance is extremely bizarre and abrupt, almost beyond the realm of human comprehension.

"..."

Chloe looked at this "masked weirdo," and even though she thought she was used to Lucifer's various psychotic and erratic behaviors, her mouth twitched uncontrollably at this moment.

The policewoman's temples throbbed.

"Lucifer?" she called tentatively, her voice weak as she clutched her forehead. "What...what the hell are you doing?!"

When Lucifer heard Chloe's voice, he seemed to have found his anchor. He tried to remain calm and responded in a tone that sounded muffled due to the cloth covering his mouth.

"Look, I'm perfectly fine."

To increase his persuasiveness, he even stiffly spun around a few times, finally leaning against the charred wall with one hand, looking more like an out-of-control black top or some kind of new performance art. To be fair, without that handsome face, these actions really did feel even more abstract.

"No, I thought I knew you well enough. Has your condition worsened significantly?" Chloe rubbed her forehead, feeling her blood pressure soaring. "You call this nothing serious?! You're wrapped up like a dumpling ready to be cooked! And you're wearing sunglasses in a burnt-out house! What are you trying to do?!"

The policewoman couldn't understand what kind of psychological trauma Lucifer was behind his behavior.

Was it simply because you were looked down upon by your parents when you were a child?

"Uh, well..." Lucifer, his vision limited, awkwardly emerged from the restroom, trying to push Chloe towards the center of the scene while explaining with his twisted logic, "I need comprehensive physical sun protection to protect my delicate, perfect skin..."

This is not a lie.

It's simply the art of language.

"?????"

Chloe was speechless, overwhelmed by the overwhelmingly powerful reason.

It's supposed to be a cloudy day today!

Although she was furious, she didn't have time to deal with this clown for too long, given the case at hand.

"Huhuhu~"

The policewoman took a deep breath, trying to ignore Lucifer's outrageous attire, and pulled him to some bags of collected evidence: "Enough! I don't care what's gotten into you today! Let's look at the case first! These are some things we found in the ruins that weren't completely burned..."

She picked up an evidence bag, which appeared to contain some charred paper scraps and a small object.

Lucifer brought his covered head closer and responded in a muffled voice, "Hmm, it looks... burnt. It must have been roasted for quite a while."

In fact, he couldn't see clearly at all because when he was next to the policewoman, he would subconsciously choose to lose his divine power and become a mortal. Therefore, his eyesight was only slightly better than that of most high school students.

"At least take off your sunglasses and see clearly! That's important!" Chloe was speechless, barely suppressing the urge to slap the evidence bag in Lucifer's face.

Lucifer immediately shook his head vigorously: "No! Absolutely not! My eyes... my eyes are bloodshot right now, very sensitive and can't stand the light!"

He was afraid that if his eyes were exposed to the light, he would scare everyone to death—and that was the truth. At this moment, the female forensic doctor, who had already completed the preliminary autopsy and was packing up her tools, was also attracted by the strange commotion. She was a lively person who loved a good spectacle, and her curiosity was instantly piqued when she saw Lucifer's attire.

"Hey! Let me see if our little darling is about to turn into a zombie? Do you need me to check you out?" She tiptoed over and, while Lucifer was focused on "explaining" or rather arguing with Chloe, suddenly struck with lightning speed, tearing off the layers of cloth "veils" and sunglasses from Lucifer's face!

"Do not!!"

Lucifer was completely taken aback by this move and was startled. He flailed his arms and instinctively covered his face with his hands, letting out a low growl of surprise and uncertainty!

He thought his true, devilish nature must have been fully exposed.

Get ready for screams and chaos!

however……