Crossing at the same time, all nightmares start

Chapter 17 Matthew Will Not
night.

The unconscious Father Peter finally woke up.

Next to him lay an elderly black priest and a bespectacled doctor.

Compared to other people possessed by demons, he woke up early.

"What's wrong with me?"

Father Peter touched his head in pain.

Then, a big face suddenly came in front of him, scaring him.

"who are you?"

"you do not know me?"

"You seem familiar"

Father Peter tried to remember.

A severe headache suddenly hit the man, and he held his head with both hands and fell down in pain.

"You can't remember me? Could it be that your soul was damaged during the fight with Barban, causing the amnesia?"

Matthew muttered doubtfully.

But I felt relieved.

This is good and saves a lot of trouble.

After a while, the severe pain in Father Peter's head eased and he slowly got up.

"Sorry, I seem to have forgotten something, could you tell me what happened?
I only remember that I made a deal with Balban to save people. What's going on now?"

"What Barban?"

Matthew pretended to be confused.

“I wanted to visit you at the orphanage today, but I heard from the people there that you were here, so I came here.

I found people lying unconscious all over the place. Did someone escape from prison?"

"you are?"

“Matthew, the new priest at St. Monica’s, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Saint Peter.

I heard your name from Uncle Balducci before I became a priest."

"Hello, Father Matthew, are you familiar with Bishop Balducci?"

"Of course, we have a good relationship. He often took me to play when I was a child."

Matthew said "innocently".

Recalling his previous experience, Peter began to doubt the bishop whom he once deeply loved.

So he asked tentatively.

"What do you think of Bishop Balducci?"

"He's a 'good' 'guy'."

"I feel so too."

The two looked at each other, each with their own ulterior motives.

"I'm sorry Matthew, there was a little accident here, as you saw. I need to deal with it, so I'm afraid I can't entertain you."

"It's okay, we'll see you soon."

Matthew nodded.

Turn around and leave.

It was not until he reached the prison gate that he remembered that he didn't seem to be driving.

Matthew cast his eyes on Peter's second-hand car.

Injecting magic power into it, the car door opened with a "click".

He has a car.

Kobold Bar, Santa Monica.

As a small city with a population of about 100,000, Santa Monica has much less nightlife during the off-season than in the summer.

Bars are one of the few places for young people to hang out besides the beach.

Every night, many young people come here to vent their energy that has nowhere to go.

"Hi, Bob, long time no see!"

A priest dressed in black came up to a burly young man with a glass of whiskey.

The two of them seem to be very familiar with each other.

“I remember it was only four days, your way of greeting is terrible.

No girl would like that.”

Bob, a burly young man, shrugged with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

"You were clearly about to get high with that girl a few days ago, why did you suddenly leave without saying goodbye?"

"Never mind, Bob, it's just a little thing. Didn't you take advantage of my absence?"

"That bitch didn't even look at me! Fuck!"

At this point Bob couldn't help himself.

It's certainly hard to stand up to a friend's success, but what really breaks his defenses is when a girl his friend doesn't like doesn't even look at him.

"Don't be angry, brother. You have to know that there are differences between people. At worst, I'll buy you a drink today."

"Two drinks."

"Not even if you're willing to call me dad."

"Dad." The priest's expression froze, and he touched his wallet with heartache.

The priest was Matthew.

After returning from Father Peter, he felt a little tired from overdrawing his magic power and needed to relax.

The bar is an obvious choice.

Bob is the childhood friend of the original owner of this body.

The two have been together since childhood, and they even act as each other's wingmen in the bar, and they have a very good relationship.

However, although they are said to be wingmen for each other, in fact it is mainly the original owner of the body who is Bob's wingman.

In the past, this guy often won the favor of many girls because of his beautiful muscle lines.

The predecessor could only watch and drool.

However, after Matthew came through, the situation seemed to have changed.

Of course, Bob should be thankful that Erica, the "bitch" that night, didn't even look at him.

Otherwise, Matthew might have lost a good friend.

Just then, the door of the bar was pushed open from the outside.

A gust of cold wind blew in, causing a burst of cursing.

But soon, all the curses turned into whistles one after another.

A cool and beautiful black-haired woman in a tight leather jacket walked in from outside.

The perfect waist-to-hip ratio makes the leather jacket fit perfectly, and every step seems to sparkle with dazzling light.

The woman's arrival suddenly made the atmosphere in the bar lively.

All the men puffed out their chests, trying their best to show off their muscularity, and followed her movements closely with their eyes.

Always waiting for possible opportunities.

Bob's eyes lit up and he poked Matthew's arm hard.

"Oh, Matthew, look, what a gorgeous chick! Do you think I have a chance to try her out?"

"I suggest you don't go."

Matthew gave the woman a deep look.

Kindly warned.

But Bob couldn't understand his good intentions.

“Why, Matthew, I gave that exquisite girl to you last time, and I will definitely not be polite to you this time.

Look, here she comes!"

Matthew looked up and saw the woman in leather jacket walking towards their seats with countless envious gazes.

Bob hurriedly sat up straight, chest out and stomach in, his full pectoral muscles making his clothes bulge.

The arm resting on the table exerted force secretly, as if to blow the clothes apart.

Seeing this, Matthew felt helpless.

"My brother, are you a goldfish?

'That bitch didn't even look at me! Fuck!' Those are your exact words."

"Shut up! I'm not in the mood to argue with you right now."

Bob muttered quietly without turning his head.

Then he tried to give the woman the most charming smile he thought.

The woman smiled at him as well, then sat down next to Matthew naturally.

The slightly hoarse voice carried an indescribable temptation.

"Can you buy me a drink?"

The smile on Bob's face disappeared.

If looks could kill, he would have killed Matthew ten thousand times by now.

What he didn't expect was.

"No."

Matthew refused without hesitation.

Bob held his head in disbelief.

Matthew actually rejected such a pretty girl?
He refused!

Bob felt that either there was something wrong with the world or there was something wrong with Matthew.

Of course, the latter is more likely.

The woman in leather jacket couldn't believe her ears.

Although she had no interest in actively seducing men like Erica did.

But she is still quite confident in her charm.

Why would she do such a thing if she wasn't looking for the missing Erica?
结果
The woman tried to control her emotions and asked tentatively.

"Can you really bear to refuse a lady's request?"

"Be patient."

Bob felt like the sky was falling, his brother would not
The woman's breathing became heavier.

At this time, only Matthew continued to speak.

"Of course, if you're willing to buy us both a drink, I'd consider chatting with you for a while."

Bob: ???
(End of this chapter)