Giant: I, Ayanokouji Kiyotaka, have no feelings

Tick!

Tick!

In the dim dungeon, there is the sound of water, and perhaps the sound of blood dripping.

Inside the cage, there were many little blonde girls, curled up and motionless.

Some of them fell asleep, some shivered, and there was an unstoppable sob.

But without exception, their eyes were covered with black cloth.

A little blonde girl was changed into a noble white luxurious dress, inlaid with faint gold wire, beautiful and delicate.

But this angelic girl, at this moment, lost her freedom, her hands tightly bound by the rusty iron chains attached to the top of the dungeon.

The petite and delicate feet are bare, the ankles are also old chains that give people a stinging feeling, and the whole person is imprisoned in the air of the dungeon in large characters, and the feet and hands are faintly rubbed out a little blood, which is pitiful.

It's like an angel imprisoned in hell after being caught by a demon.

It's Hrista, she was really caught!

Suddenly, the motionless Hrista body trembled slightly and woke up from his slumber.

Her consciousness slowly returned from the chaos, but it was pitch black in front of her, and she still couldn't see anything.

Fortunately, her beautiful blue eyes have not been dug up alive like those victims!

Hrista was also only covered by a black cloth.

.......

Damp, dull, faint smell of blood, and the seemingly innocent girl's sobs, this was the first time Hrista felt it.

The last memories of the coma came

to mind, and Hrista only remembered that after splitting up with Yumir, Sasha, and Ayakoji, she entered an alley to investigate, but was suddenly covered with her nose from behind, and then fell unconscious.

Finally, Hrista heard the crisp ringing of bells in Ayakoji's neck.

Christa tried to struggle, but the petite body in the air could not find a point of focus, causing the chains that bound his limbs to clink and make a crisp sound.

The white skin of the ankles and wrists felt the sting of rust.

After just a few slight struggles, several red marks appeared on Khrista's wrists and ankles.

"Huh?"

Suddenly, as if noticing something, the person opposite Hrista made a low voice:

"Are you awake?" Hrista? "

At first, Christa didn't feel that there was anyone opposite him.

Hearing the sudden sound, her body first stiffened sharply, only feeling that this voice was inexplicably familiar, and then subconsciously asked:

"Who are you!"

After

a long silence, the man sighed slightly, as if he was angry, and complained: "I like you so much." Don't you even remember my voice? What a disappointment!

Reminder, two months ago, we met, when you helped Louise find her mother.

"It's you!"

Christa was stunned at first, and then panic rose from the bottom of his heart:

"It's you! Carriage! You are the one in Andrei's grandfather's carriage! Cold

air filled around Hrista, and an incredible conjecture flooded into his mind.

The culprit who killed Andrei's grandfather's grandson, the pervert who killed countless children and women for two years, is the Dracula lord served by Andrei's grandfather?

Snap!

"Great!" Lord Dracula seemed to be very happy, and applauded, very satisfied:

"It is worthy of you, Hrista! What a careful angel to remember my name!

"You fellow!"

Hrista gritted his teeth and said,

"You fellow! It's the murderer who deserves to die, right? Thinking

that Grandpa Andrei was serving the murderer he had been looking for, Hrista felt ridiculous and angry at the same time:

"Bastard! What kind of face do you have to pretend to know nothing in front of Grandpa Andrei?

"Hahaha, what are you talking about? Aren't you amusing Christa?

Lord Dracula seemed to laugh:

"After all, as my groom and butler, shouldn't it be his honor to be able to join this game?"

Game!

He actually treated it all as a game?

Dracula actually treats human life as a game?

Christa couldn't help but bite his lip, and the anger in his heart burned like flames:

"You guy! What the hell is human life for! "

Human life? Ah, human life?

Lord Dracula seemed to be very puzzled, slowly raised his hand, wanted to touch Hrista's face, seemed puzzled:

"Human life? To be honest, I can't understand it.

There was a threat from the Reis family, and I would converge a little. But Rhode, the fool, actually lost the most important weapon.

That being the case, it's certainly okay for me to indulge a little.

Muttering, Dracula changed his tone and talked freely about his three views:

"As for the dead? People who have no value die when they die.

As an aristocrat, I have held rights that ordinary people do not have since birth. I was born nobler than them, and if they can make me happy, I think this is the value of their life! "

In words, it is a heartfelt disregard for life.

Lord Dracula slowly spoke and elaborated on what he thought:

"You should be able to understand, Hrista, you are so kind and beautiful, you should be able to tolerate and understand my thoughts.

If you think about it, the people who work hard for a lifetime will probably not be able to achieve things, such as endless money, the right to give orders, and even a high position. These things they desperately pursue, I have had since birth!

Shrugging his shoulders, Lord Dracula said faintly:

"Their pursuit is a joke to me, their efforts are a farce to me, and the value of their lives is meaningless at all."

Everything about them seems to me like ants!

Do you count how many ants you trample to death? Do you care how many flies you shoot dead in the summer? Nobody would do that, would he?

Noticing Hrista's stunned expression, Lord Dracula turned into an obsessive smile

, "Rather, if ants can bring me some fun in my boring life, it will be the supreme glory of their life."

The words are full of lofty arrogance, as if he thinks of himself as a god higher than humans.

Hrista was full of wit, and turned his face away from the hand that caressed his cheek.

At this moment, she only felt that the slightly rough hands were so disgusting:

"Take your hands away!" You murderer! No! You are not a murderer!

After a slight pause, Christa cursed angrily,

"You guy can't be considered a person anymore!"

"Is that so? Can't you even understand my thoughts?

It's a pity, you're so beautiful, I thought you would be different. I didn't expect you to have the same idea as that group of lowly ordinary people?

Lord Dracula did not mean to force Hrista and slowly lowered his lowered hand:

"As for people? Just kidding, I never thought I was a lowly species of food.

"Daddy!"

Suddenly, a crisp little girl's voice sounded slowly, and she said innocently, "Puppet! My sister looks the same as Akama, and she will definitely be a very beautiful doll, and Akama wants a doll.

"That's not going to work, Akama. Asking you to help your sister Christa change her clothes is already my greatest mercy. You know, your sister Christa is mine.

Lord Dracula touched Akama's little blonde head and said softly,

"Akama already has a lot of dolls, doesn't it? If that's not enough, pick one of the kids next to you, who have the same good-looking blonde hair as your sister Khrista.

Dracula added nonchalantly:

"Now that I've got Hrista, there's no need for that group of replacements."

A cold air rose from the bottom of Christa's heart,

substitute?

In this way, could it be that the children who have disappeared recently were all dragged down by her?

How, how can this be!

The guilt was like a swamp slowly drowning Hrista, and she gritted her teeth gently, tears slipping uncontrollably.

It's so undeserved! How can there be such a thing in this world!

Why! Why did this happen to her?

"Well, it's okay to think about it, but Dad! I want two.

Akama flicked her blond hair, her pale blue eyes full of mischievousness, and bargained two little fingers towards Lord Dracula, greedily saying

, "Otherwise, Sister Christa would not have given it to her father."

"What a greedy little girl." Lord Dracula smiled helplessly and nodded in agreement.

"Puppets? No way!

Hearing everything, Hrista muttered uncontrollably, and then shouted in trepidation:

"What do puppets mean, should they not!" Wouldn't be!

"Shh!"

The lord gently covered Hrista's small mouth and leaned into her ear and whispered

, "Perhaps, that's what you think, Hrista."

As the most angel-like angel I have ever met, can I trouble you not to speak?

Because I want you to listen quietly to Akama's happiness, so that maybe you can understand us.

The corners of Dracula's mouth hooked a satisfied smile, and he said faintly:

"Hrista, please enjoy it quietly, and then you will have the honor to see my perfect education of Akama from childhood to adulthood!"

Christa bit the lord's hand violently, and a faint smell of blood came from his mouth.

Tears slowly flowed from his eyes under the black cloth, not because of fear, but because of heartache and the guilt of being powerless about what happened in his ears.