Crimson Comes

It wasn't until it was dark that he stopped practicing. Feeling the desire rising again in his heart, he regained his confidence, put on a black top hat, and sprayed some mysterious self-made perfume , and then walked out the door gracefully.

When a waitress passed by with a wine glass, he turned his head and smiled.

The waitress who was about to say hello suddenly froze, as if she forgot what to say, only his smile was in her eyes.

He walked over lightly, picked up the wine glass with one hand, and put the other on her shoulder.

The body of the waitress suddenly trembled slightly.

He put his hand on the waitress' shoulder and slid down to his lower abdomen, checked his results, and then smiled with satisfaction.

Very moist.

When he got to the street, looking out at the brightly lit city, he felt like the king of his life.

There are so many people in this world, how much hard work they do, just for a woman to stay by their side.

Walking on the street, how many women are they extravagantly looking forward to, but they will never be able to reach them?

But for me, it's not a problem.

I am a predator, my prey is everywhere in this city...

……

……

"Ok?"

Just as he was thinking about this in his heart, he was slightly startled, and saw a man standing across the street.

He leaned against an old jeep, holding a pancake fruit in his hand, and was eating while looking at himself and laughing.

Wang Mo suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

He looked intently, and when the traffic on the street passed by, he found that the man and the vehicle had disappeared.

"What the hell?"

"..."

"..."

"Sequence 8: Devil of Love..."

In the corner, Wei Wei suppressed the faint excitement in his heart, rubbed his face hard, and confirmed two things.

First, this is indeed a wild transcendent.

Second, it turns out that Yuan Guaizi and the goddess of the intelligence department are all nonsense.

Ye Feifei is the real god...

In the future, whoever dares to say that Ye Feifei is half-baked, just slap him... That's why I slapped myself just now.

But back to analysis, in fact, the tattoo Ye Feifei accidentally saw was quite different from the Flesh Rose she was looking for.If such a pattern appeared on an ordinary person, it would basically be of no trace value.

But, it happened to appear on the body of a love demon transcendent, which is interesting...

Is it really a coincidence, or is there some other factor?

He pressed his beating heart and quietly followed.

I need to have a good chat with him...

But the current evidence and guesses are not enough for me to talk to him about the secrets.

need a chance...

The Foundation has strict regulations on the behavior of subordinate investigators: some wild demonic ability users are allowed to live in spiritual barriers, as long as they abide by the law, investigators are not allowed to abuse their power to harass and oppress them.Once the foundation or local official organizations receive relevant reports, supervisory personnel will set up an investigation team to investigate the matter.

This is the regulation set up after the second secret war to protect the church's dismissed personnel and neutral wild transcendents.

The instructor knocked on the blackboard while teaching this lesson:

"Send sub-question:"

"Obviously, this rule is telling us that we must never give the other party the opportunity to report."

Chapter 66 Black Collar

Wang Mo frowned, feeling a very uncomfortable feeling in his heart.

But he quickly adjusted his mood, stretched out his hand to get out of the car, and headed towards his destination.

Although he owns a bar, and after he finishes this time, he has the freedom to leave the scrap iron city and go to other places to gain a foothold, but because so many of the drinkers are acquaintances, he still decided to go to other places. Take a look at the bar...

As for the man he met at the door just now, he didn't take it too seriously.

Maybe just an illusion?

Even if not, I haven't made a move for many years, and after so many years as an ordinary person, no one can control me.

Besides, I have already prepared a lot for this day.

He took a taxi and found a newly opened bar. As soon as he entered, he saw all kinds of beautiful girls, and his mood became very happy. Slowly looking for prey.

From time to time, people around looked at him appreciatively, but Wang Mo ignored them.

Many of them have their favorite types, but they themselves have to choose prey according to another standard.

It's a pity...

... The girl riding a pink electric car I met at the entrance of the bar today is simply superb.

If she is presented, that person will be very satisfied.

Maybe, I still have a chance later?

After all, before she left, she made sure to look at herself for a while, and even took away her business card.

Maybe she will contact him.

If it is before I have prepared enough things, then I will offer her up.

If it was after that, perhaps, he could stay?

Thinking of these wonderful fantasies, Wang Mo suddenly became in a good mood, and he was motivated to hunt tonight.

In the feast of wine, he slowly chooses the girl who suits him.

Not too mediocre, not too old, and too heavy makeup, also does not meet my own standards.

Whether it is a life of debauchery or strong desires in certain aspects, it is not as suitable as a sacrifice.

It's really interesting to say, except for some special beings who are said to have been "blessed" from birth, most people only get such "blessings" when their desires in certain aspects are strong enough to attract the attention of certain beings in the dark. talent", but as such a gifted person, when choosing sacrifices, they are more willing to choose clean, pure, unpolluted ones...

He patiently searched for his goal, with great patience and grace.

He didn't notice that there was a person sitting in the corner not far behind him, his whole body was hidden in the shadow, his face could not be seen, only a hand was stretched out, slowly picking up a piece of potato chips , In the darkness, there was a slight "click".

Wang Mo found his target.

She was sitting by the window of the bar, with a ignorant look in her eyes.

She ordered a cup of non-alcoholic Long Island iced tea, and looked at the bustling men and women with curious and somewhat timid eyes.

"Hello……"

Holding up his wine glass, Wang Mo gracefully came to the girl's side, and greeted her in a low voice with a smile on his face.

"what……"

The girl was stunned for a moment, she had never experienced such a scene before, and she was a little flustered.

"Can I sit down?"

Wang Mo's voice is very magnetic, especially suitable for the atmosphere in this quiet bar.

"This, it's not very good..."

The girl was a little flustered, and subconsciously wanted to refuse.

At this time, Wang Mo suddenly raised his hand naturally, as if pampering the girl, lightly pressed it on the girl's head, and even rubbed it, the girl was about to hide immediately in a panic. , but for some reason, she suddenly felt that this movement seemed natural, especially after this hand rubbed her head, she suddenly felt that something strange was growing.

"OK……"

She raised her head with a smile and said to Wang Mo, feeling that he had an air of disapproval.

very attractive.

Wang Mo sat down with a smile and said, "Are you alone?"

"Ah, no, an appointment with a friend."

"So, can you ask your friend not to come?"

"..."

When Wang Mo said these words, he gently reached out to hold the girl's palm, and slid his index finger across the back of her palm.

The girl's pupils seemed to open slightly, which was an expression of extreme pleasure.

After a moment of confusion, she suddenly said happily: "Okay, I don't want her to show up tonight either."

Wang Mo smiled: People who value sex over friends, you deserve to be targeted by love...

In the far corner, there was also a person who smiled, his eyes sparkling.

When Wang Mo stretched out his palm, he also saw the rose on Wang Mo's wrist, really...

...It seems like ah!

……

Wang Mo chatted happily with the girl, and within 2 minutes, they were already like friends who have known each other for a long time.

A strange feeling grew in the girl's heart. Although there was still some rational resistance in her heart, in Wang Mo's gentle eyes and the glass of cocktail alcohol he took the initiative to order for her, these resistances melted away like ice and snow in summer up.

The girl drank very poorly, and soon got drunk and hazy.

Seeing her shy and nervous looking at him, Wang Mo felt very happy.

It was a joy to see how she did not refuse to move the chair to her side.

It was a joy to watch her actively leaning her head on his shoulder.

Then, the girl appeared in his smile and warm voice. She didn't refuse his request to take her away, and even took the initiative to pay for the drink. When he called a taxi, the joy in Wang Mo's heart reached the extreme. However, just as he was watching the girl's eyes being gradually filled with his own shadow, he suddenly felt something again.

He suddenly turned his head and looked out of the car window. Next to a certain telephone pole, he could vaguely see the figure of a man smoking a cigarette.

But when he calmed down, he found that there was nothing.

……

……

"call……"

"Maybe it's just an ordinary person who has been working for a long time, subconsciously a little nervous?"

Seeing the delicate face of the girl beside him, Wang Mo felt better and pinched her nose lightly.

He took the girl home, said he would give her a secret, and naturally arranged for her to take a bath. Although the girl was shy, she didn't refuse at all. She felt that she was accepting the most wonderful thing in the world, and she couldn't resist the arrival of love. ...

After watching the girl enter the bathroom with a smile, Wang Mo's face sank slightly.

He was still a little worried, and quickly came to the safe, and took out an oil painting covered with a black cloth from it.

After opening it, I found that it was an oil portrait of a girl taking a bath.

In the portrait, the girl is sitting horizontally in the bathtub, holding bubbles in both hands, with a happy smile on her face.

Next to the bathtub, there is a curtain, but the curtain is not closed, and the bold posture of the bathing girl falls on the painting.

Wang Mo straightened her upright in front of him, as if worshiping some god or a high-ranking totem, and bowed to it three times.

Then he knelt down on the ground and prayed silently.

Three seconds later, he opened his eyes and looked towards the portrait, only to find that the bathing girl was still there.

It's just that the posture is a little awkward, and it seems to be a little different from before.

Only then did he heave a long sigh of relief, bit his index finger, dripped three drops of blood on it, and was greedily absorbed by the portrait, then quickly covered the black cloth, locked it in the safe, and turned around When he came, he already had a confident expression on his face.

The third-order demon taboo: the bathing girl.