Can I have a bite [Interstellar]

It hasn't snowed in the garbage area for a long time, and the white snowflakes are scattered on the roof, forming a thin layer of snow.

Yana is dead

Although Arnold stayed by her side all night, what greeted him was a cold corpse on the bed.

The lame doctor withdrew his hand, and under Arnold's expectant eyes, he sighed, "It's hopeless."

"Impossible! It was fine yesterday!" Arnold hugged the person on the bed tightly, breathing the heat to warm Yana's cold hands that had lost their temperature.

Dr. Pojiao shook his head. The power of the blood race is much greater than that of ordinary people. When he came to see her last night, he knew that this girl would not survive. She suffered..., her bones were broken in many places, and even if she reunited, she would still be a useless person, with a mental breakdown , It is difficult to live with faith.

"Arnold, live well." The lame doctor picked up the medicine box and left Arnold's house in a burst of grief.

He reached into his big pocket, and took out the medicine bottle he found on Yana's bedside—a pump of adenosine, which is usually used as rat poison. This silly girl must choose such a way, and she must be in pain before she dies. Bar.

Doctor Pojiao put the medicine bottle back into his pocket, raised his hand and patted the snowflakes on his head, and printed footprints in the snow step by step.

***

These few days are not peaceful for the garbage area. No one dares to enter the noisy black box bar at night.

Lawson was leaning on the soft sofa with a goblet in his hand.

"You mean he resigned yesterday?"

The waiters in the store squatted in the corner, and Lawson's guards would punch and kick them when they saw them make any movement.

Keith lowered his head and looked respectful, "Yes, Lord Viscount, I really didn't know he was the person you were looking for."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know, just tell me, where did he go?" This delicious human being must still be in the garbage area. To get to the first star area, you must hold a pass. He has sent his men to check it. In the past few days No new passes were sold.

"He only resigned, and he didn't tell me where he went, Lord Viscount, he was just a waiter I hired, I really don't know where he went"

"I really don't know?" Lawson put the goblet on the table, "So I missed something?" He spoke slowly, with a sinister taste.

Guice knelt down with a "boom", put his left hand on the shoulder of his right hand, and lowered his head, "Master Viscount, I, Guice, swear by my soul, I will never lie to you"

This kind of action represents loyalty. Lawson looked at it for a while, stood up, and the flesh could fly from his mouth. The summons to return him to the first sector have been urged several times, and he will leave in the next few days to return to the first sector. Star districts are all useless things!

The store was quiet for a long time before Gies stood up. The waiter at the corner saw him standing up and hurriedly surrounded him.

"Shop, store manager, what should I do, Berlin is the person Viscount Lawson is looking for"

"That's right... That day, when he was leaving, I saw that half-breed who often came to him and him..."

Keith punched him, "Shut up!"

The waiter was beaten and fell to the ground.

Keith took a deep breath, "Don't let me hear what you just said a second time!"

"I, I know"

***

Tomorrow, he was going back to Sector [-]. Lawson was in a bad mood. He had already drank several bottles of vintage wine. He drove the guards out, uncorked the wine, and was in no mood to pour it into the glass slowly. Tasting, the fire in the fireplace was burning red, making him more and more irritable.

"Kuuuuuuuuuu!" He smashed the wine he had just taken a sip on the ground, and he was just a little bit close to catching it.

"Lord Lawson, is there a half-breed who knows where the human you are looking for left the black box, and wants to bring him in?" the maid in the building bent over and said.

"Bring it in!" Lawson's eyes lit up, and he stood up from the sofa.

The half-breed was brought in by two blood guards. His blond hair made him a little familiar. "Oh, it's you, the blond boy."

Arnold lowered his head and knelt on the ground spontaneously to salute, "Dear Lord Lawson, I know where the person you mentioned has gone. I don't know the name of that place, but I can draw it."

"Oh, hurry up, get him a pen and paper!" Lawson immediately called out to the maid.

Unscrewing the cap of the pen, Arnold knelt on the ground and began to draw the route on the paper spread out on the ground.

Lawson stood by, his eyes red as if he couldn't wait.

"Lord Lawson, look, this is here." Arnold circled a point with a pen.

Lawson couldn't understand what he was drawing, and bent down to try to see it clearly.

The pen pointed at a point again and again, Arnold felt the breath approaching, raised his head suddenly, pulled out a short dagger, grabbed Lawson's clothes, and slammed towards his knife edge.

The sound of the dagger piercing the skin, Arnold gritted his teeth and stabbed the dagger deeper.

Red blood flowed to the ground, Arnold laughed, got kicked in the chest, and was kicked far away into the wine cabinet, the wine glasses scattered, rolled to the ground and fell, mixed with the wine and fell to the ground.

"Viscount!" The guards stepped forward to help Lawson on the ground, and drew out the long sword at his waist to cut down the hateful half-breed who was assassinating.

"It's on fire! It's on fire!" The voice outside stopped the waving long sword.

Lawson sneered, and pulled out the dagger stuck in his waist and abdomen expressionlessly, "Go and see, I will teach this mixed race myself."

The guard withdrew his sword, saluted Lawson, and went to check the situation of the fire.

Lawson walked towards Arnold, who was stuck in the wine cabinet step by step, and the blood on his waist and abdomen was gradually decreasing bit by bit, and the wound was slowly healing, "I want to kill me with a dagger, cheap The mixed blood, this thing works for you, it doesn't take 5 minutes for us to heal, boy, this is the difference between races, you are as weak as an ant, kill you, just move my finger" Lawson hand Holding a dagger in his hand, he stuck out his tongue disgustingly and licked the blood on it, "I will be gentle with you, and I won't let you die right away."

The glowing dagger was raised, and Arnold's eyes widened.

In the silent room, there was a sound of a knife being cut.

After a while, the dagger did not fall, and Lawson stopped, bleeding slowly from the corner of his mouth, and the dense veins on his face bulged. He turned around and pinched the neck of the person behind him, and lifted him up high.

"……It's you?"

"Chabut!" Arnold yelled, and an ax from behind Lawson was chopping on his back, bleeding black and red.

Lawson tightened his fingers, but when Chabut was about to die, he let go and fell to the ground.

There is poison on the axe.

Gasping for breath, Chubut crawled up to Arnold and pulled him out of the closet.

He pulled out the ax on his back, the blade was black with blood, and the veins on Lawson's face seemed to be bulging out. Looking at Arnold and the others, he let out a roar, opened his mouth wide, showing sharp fangs , with a distorted appearance and attacked them.

The protruding nails crushed the wooden board, and Arnold and Chabut escaped. Seeing Lawson's terrifying expression, their bodies trembled unconsciously.

"You go!" Arnold pushed Chabut away, got up and grabbed the ax on the ground to chop.

Lawson grabbed the blade of the ax and snatched it away in an instant.

"you are the first"

A gust of wind passed by his side, Lawson's outstretched hand stopped, and rolled to the ground beside him, a blade was nailed to the wall in front, corroding a large area of ​​the wall with a "gurgling".

"Who?"