All living beings in hell

Chapter 90 Cafe de Demonios (Devil Cafe)
The light outside the glazed window gradually dimmed, and the candlesticks on the dining table were automatically lit.

Lambert came to our table with one hand behind his back, still incomparably elegant.

"Can you two have some alcoholic drinks?"

"Do you have any recommendations?" Lucifer raised his head and asked.

"I bought a batch of sake from Japanese monsters, and the quality is very good."

"Listen to you."

Lambert lowered his head shyly, and within a second, he regained his elegance.He neatly cleared away the plates on the table, leaving only two glasses.He noticed the untouched foie gras in front of me.

"Is foie gras not to your liking?" Lambert looked apologetic.

"I'm not particularly hungry."

"If you are worried about whether it has been cooked, this foie gras is cooked."

"Oh?"

"Would you like to stay a little longer for you?"

I stared at the plate, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Lambert's eyes waiting for my reply... At all, I couldn't refuse such a look...

"Okay, stay."

Lambert smiled, showing satisfaction in his smile.

"Guests, you will never be disappointed."

"You never let me down."

Lucifer smiled and showed his two fangs, Lambert coughed lightly, turned and left.

"You have a lot of supplies here, even sake." I sighed.

"You're welcome, after all, there are not a few people in this world who are willing to sell their souls for good wine."

I stared at the foie gras tart in front of me, took a little bit of it with a fork and put it in my mouth. A strong smell of fermented bean curd filled my mouth instantly.What I thought was blood turned out to be fermented bean curd juice?In hell? ?Rose fermented bean curd? ?

My eyes widened as I savored the dish in disbelief.Before that, I was pretty much giving up eating in hell.

Lucifer looked at me amusedly: "You are obviously worried about the rawness of the foie gras, but you say you are not too hungry, you cunning orientals."

"I'm afraid I might offend you if I don't understand your culture. But this taste...is really amazing."

"Offended? Offended, so what? I'm going to get mad and send you to hell lol."

"That's not what it means, I'm afraid you will feel uncomfortable."

Lucifer suddenly grabbed my right hand holding the fork, forked a large piece of foie gras into his mouth, swallowed it slowly, and then licked his lips.My hand holding the fork stopped in the air and watched him make this series of actions in a daze.

"Would you be offended if I did this?"

"It's...offensive."

"But you can't deny that you also like it a little, don't you?"

"Like it, but it's a little more offensive than liking."

"Very well, you are starting to be honest."

"I've always been honest."

"Your words are too beautiful to be true, aren't you tired of talking like this?"

"It's a great compliment to hear such a description from the mouth of the devil."

Lucifer smiled: "You relax."

Lambert came slowly with a sake jug and a matching small cup. He looked at the foie gras that had been passively swallowed, and asked me with concern: "Does it suit your taste?"

"The combination of foie gras and rose fermented bean curd is the Chinese seasoning you mentioned. It really reminds me of some... days before my death."

Lambert smiled: "I'm glad you like it."

The cutlery on the table was taken away, the blue and white jug was placed on the French cast iron table, and Lambert slowly poured the sake into the small cup in front of us.I stared at the transparent and smooth nectar, and already smelled the unique aroma of sake.

"Enjoy, my honored guests."

"Join us." Lucifer said almost in a commanding tone.

Lambert hesitated for a moment, he lowered his head and leaned close to Lucifer's ear and said, "It's not time yet, let's chat with this interesting oriental guest for a while, Lucifer." Then he kissed Lucifer lightly on the earlobe After a moment, he turned and left.

Lucifer bit his lip and smiled, immersed in a certain emotion, as if he had forgotten my existence.I pour wine alone, it is indeed delicious sake!It was warmed to just the right temperature, and I poured two cups in a row, patiently waiting for Lucifer to come back to his senses.

"Where did we just talk?" Lucifer finally spoke again.

"Lord Lucifer, thank you for the sake, I am very relaxed now."

"Tell me so many things, talk about you, talk about you humans."

Lucifer took a sip, he didn't seem to be very interested in sake, unlike the previous grunts of satisfaction when eating and coffee.Not this time.He shook the small wine glass, watched the liquid in it swirl, and then put the small glass back on the table.

"What do you want to ask about me or about humans?"

"What do you think morality is?"

"In human society, it is a kind of rule. Everyone learns and follows this kind of rule to facilitate management. This kind of management includes self-discipline and mutual restraint. But what is interesting is that this kind of rule is different from the law. Morality is a kind of rule, Directly playing with human emotions and subconsciousness. The concept of right and wrong formed in the early stage is likely to be implemented throughout life.

This kind of rule forms a fixed framework of collective identity, which is repeatedly confirmed and stabilized in self and collective cognition.Even if there is no punishment from the outside world, many times if an individual does something that violates or breaks through the framework, he may feel self-blame, guilt, anxiety and other emotions in his heart.

Maybe as you said, we humans are easily insecure.Therefore, it is necessary to reshape cognition, break the deep-rooted concepts and rebuild. This reshaping process is also full of unknowns and risks.Most humans would not choose to do that, preferring to drown in self-blame rather than challenge the so-called moral rules. "

"Most human souls who come to hell do so voluntarily because they don't think they deserve to go to heaven. Or, they don't believe they can go to heaven."

"What do you think of it?"

"Souls like this are usually very boring, trapped in their own little cognitive closed loop, the same things that make them suffer every day, the same things they complain about, and the same things cry and struggle. Damn it Yes, our hell is simply an asylum for boring scum!"

"But when they live in a closed loop and don't realize that it is a closed loop, they think this is the whole world."

"Is this why you are a writer? To help others break the closed loop?"

I looked at Lucifer, sighed deeply, and drank the sake in the glass: "I am afraid that I will be trapped in a closed loop of thinking, thinking that the whole world I know is the whole world. When I receive guests, sometimes I can I can see my own shadow, my own confusion and helplessness, and my own limitations and powerlessness in each of these guests. As long as you recognize the existence of the limit boundary, you can try to break it, right? Although The process can be painful, sometimes accompanied by actual pain ... but if you can recognize the existence beyond the limit, all the process is worth it."

Lucifer looked at me, his ten fingers tapped rhythmically on the table: "What is the purpose of breaking the limit again and again?"

"study."

"What is learning for?"

"Learning has no purpose, it's just for learning."

The aftertaste of the sake is very strong, I touched my face and felt a little numb. "The devil will not do things without purpose." Lucifer said.

"Of course, you treat love as a game, isn't it a purposeless pleasure in itself?"

"The purpose of this matter is to enjoy, and my purpose is very clear."

"Then if that's the case, the learning process is also very interesting, and it's one of my means of avoiding boredom."

"Is there any other means?"

"drink wine."

Lucifer laughed and raised the small cup in his hand: "Salud, mi amigo!"

We drank the jug, and Lambert brought hot sake right away.

"It's really good sake." I praised.

"I'm glad you like it," he looked at Lucifer again, "I'm also very glad that you can chat so happily."

"You're right," Lucifer said.

"what?"

"It's not the time yet, wait a while."

Lambert smiled faintly, nodded, and stepped back.

"It was a pleasure talking to you, except you were too serious before drinking," Lucifer said.

"I think everything I just said is a very serious discussion."

"At least you're less wary of us devils."

"Not only the devil, but I'm wary of everything, including humans."

"Why are you so cautious?"

"It's because of your personality, just like Master Lucifer, you flirt when you disagree. You would probably say, 'This is my personality'."

"Oh you're wrong, I would say, because I love seeing you flustered, even if it's just for a few seconds."

"I don't like it, it's a bit offensive."

Lucifer smiled and leaned on the back of the chair: "Hey, the seriousness is coming up again."

"There is something I want to ask you."

"Go ahead and go ahead."

"I want to go to Western Hell to see if it is feasible?"

"There is a war over there now, why don't you come back after the end?"

"If you don't tell me... I am sitting so comfortably in a magnificent coffee shop drinking sake, I am afraid I have forgotten the end of the day..."

"No matter what happens, there is always a place to settle down in the world, isn't there?" He didn't know why, after saying this, he sighed.

"Maybe."

Lucifer looked at me and didn't speak for a long time, his fingers were still tapping rhythmically.

"Where are you going next?" He asked suddenly.

"I don't know yet. I will probably leave this place before the thunder arrives. Go to a place where I can temporarily avoid the doomsday without being struck by lightning."

"You can stay in this cafe until the end of the day. It's above the clouds in the 'Land of the Gods', and there's no threat of thunder."

"So this is the shelter you mentioned?"

"If you think it is, then it is."

"I'll give you an answer before I finish drinking this jug of sake."

Lucifer looked away from me at this moment, and I saw that he was looking in one direction in the hall—Lambert had changed out of the waiter's tuxedo and put on a lazy knitted sweater. With a pair of round glasses, he leaned against the wall pillar and looked at Lucifer.

Lucifer stood up and stretched his waist: "Don't worry, little officer from the East. You have a long, long time, and you can think here alone. I have already told Lambert and the other waiters that they will You'll be served unlimited food and drink. We don't need sleep either, you can stay as long as you want."

"Are you going to play the love game?"

"Can't wait."

"have fun."

Lucifer stroked the hair on the side of his ear, turned his head and gave me a smirk, and walked in the direction of Lambert.

I weighed the sake in the jug, and there was still about a third of it.There were guests chatting and laughing around, and I rested my hands on my chin, thinking about where to go next.I don't know how Yang Oy's injury is, did Sun Yue get enough sleep?Maybe find a hidden place and go into fictional space to see them...

Just thinking about this, a devilish waitress suddenly sat down in front of me: "Master, the writer? Alone?"

I filled my sake glass: "Is there anything wrong?"

The devil took out a number plate from her chest, and put it on the table between his fingers: "I am your next guest, 051."

(End of this chapter)