[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao's mind was in chaos.He only vaguely felt that he was carried into a room, and his clothes were taken off, and then, in the continuous pain and pleasure, Zhou Mao lost consciousness.

The next day, Zhou Mao opened his eyes in a daze, the surrounding light was very weak, and the wallpaper on the ceiling was completely different from what he saw yesterday.

Zhou Mao's mind was blank, and he could only turn his head mechanically.The ancient carved headboard and silk bedding came into his eyes.He rolled his eyes, and in the fireplace by the wall, the charcoal fire had been extinguished, leaving only some small ashes.On a mahogany armchair beside the bed, Zhou Mao's windbreaker was draped.

This is not Zhou Mao's own room.

Zhou Mao wanted to sit up from the bed immediately, but the severe pain from the lower part of the tailbone made him straighten up and quickly lay back on the bed.Not only that part, Zhou Mao's whole body seemed to be falling apart, and there was no place where he could use his strength.

At the same time, Zhou Mao realized uncomfortably that his current state was lying naked on a strange bed. In addition, he was horrified to find that there were many indistinct red marks on his chest, abdomen and thighs.

Zhou Mao covered his head, trying to recall what he did last night.After being bitten by Paul, his memory began to blur.But some fragmentary fragments kept reminding Zhou Mao of the fact that he has been trying to deny: he is no longer a virgin||male.

Not only did she lose her virginity, but she was still fucked by a man.Feeling the pain in a certain part, Zhou Mao thought sadly.

"Congratulations." The voice of the narrator sounded in Zhou Mao's head. It seemed to have thought about it for a while, and chose a more gentle way of expression: "...The plot is perfectly completed according to the original work."

Zhou Mao didn't want to talk to the narrator.His heart is still deeply trapped in the grief of losing his virginity.But the narrator didn't know what to do, instead he asked about Zhou Mao's experience with great interest.

Narrator: "Is it comfortable?"

Zhou Mao: "..."

Zhou Mao supported his waist and reluctantly stood up from the bed.In the dark, he fumbled to get his clothes from the chair and put them on.Walking to the window, he opened the thick curtains slightly.

A ray of bright sunlight came straight in.Zhou Mao was unprepared and was directly caught in the eye.He hurriedly turned his head to avoid the light, and then drew the curtains all over.

The room is illuminated.This is a very old looking bedroom.Although the furniture and walls are neat and clean, there are some traces of time.

Zhou Mao looked out the window, he should be on the third floor of a small building, overlooking the street.But the streets downstairs are completely unfamiliar to Zhou Mao.At the intersection, a newsboy is calling for newspaper sellers.Outside the cafe opposite, there were three or two people sitting by the window and talking.

While Zhou Mao was guessing his location, footsteps came from behind him.Zhou Mao turned his head, just in time to see Paul open the door and walk into the bedroom, holding a feathered chicken in his hand.

Seeing Zhou Mao open the curtains, Paul frowned. "Draw the curtains," Paul said, shielding his eyes with his hands.

Zhou Mao obediently drew the curtains.Paul breathed a sigh of relief.He opened the cabinet in the bedroom, pulled out a large pot, and stuffed the chicken into it.After pouring some water, he set the pot on the fireplace, put a firewood under it and lit it.

"Don't go yet." Paul said to Zhou Mao, "I drank a lot of your blood last night. I got a chicken for you."

Zhou Mao glanced at the fireplace.He doubts very much what the chicken cooked in this rough way will look like in the end, and whether it can still be eaten.

Paul didn't seem to care, he covered his mouth and yawned, looked at Zhou Mao: "How are you?" His eyes gradually moved down, and stopped at Zhou Mao's waist: "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Mao's face turned red.His tongue was tied, and he hesitated for a long time before he said, "...what happened yesterday?"

The corners of Paul's mouth turned up, showing a malicious smile, and then he couldn't help but yawned loudly: "It's a long story," Paul waved his hand, "I'm so sleepy, I have to sleep first. When I wake up I'll explain it to you again."

"Wait..." Zhou Mao wanted to say something, but Paul took off his cloak and lay down on the bed.

"Wait until the chicken is cooked before leaving." He instructed Zhou Mao, and fell asleep on his side.

Zhou Mao was still a little confused about the situation, so he gently pushed Paul, trying to wake him up.But Paul ignored Zhou Mao at all, and soon, his breathing became steady, apparently falling asleep.

Zhou Mao sighed, he took out his pocket watch from the pocket of his windbreaker, and glanced at the time.It was almost noon now, and by this time, he should have been sitting in the office of the police station long ago.

There was no point in staying in this room any longer. Zhou Mao went downstairs to the coffee shop across the street, paid the boss a shilling, and called the police station.

After Inspector Brown answered the phone, he first blamed Zhou Mao for being late again, and then asked Zhou Mao the reason for being late and his current location.

Zhou Mao hesitated for a while, but still told the inspector that he was sucked by Paul and brought home.Of course, he omitted the content after taking it home.

When Inspector Brown heard that Zhou Mao was near Paul's house, his voice seemed a little happy. "That's just right," he said, "you won't have to go back to the police station. We just want to send someone to watch Rousseau, and it's much easier now that you're there."

"Uh..." Don't you care about me who was blood sucked and fucked?Zhou Mao's heart roared.

He resisted a little, and as soon as he saw the door of Paul's house, he couldn't help recalling the sporadic fragments left in his mind last night, which made him feel unspeakably blocked.

But now he just had a whole night of tossing around, and it was a bit difficult for him to walk to the police station. In addition, Zhou Mao couldn't refuse the order of Inspector Brown.He thought about it, and finally agreed.

After putting down the phone, Zhou Mao bought a piece of cake and a cup of coffee at the counter.After he put the food on the small table outside the store and bought a newspaper from the newsboy, he followed the example of a private detective on TV, erecting the newspaper to cover his face, and pretending to spy on Paul's house the gate.

Today's weather is fine, sunny and without a trace of fog.People came out of the houses on the street in twos and threes to enjoy the rare sunshine.But there was no movement at Paul's door.

He is probably still sleeping.Zhou Mao thought helplessly.His attention began to scatter.

The two men sitting next to me were discussing the stake in the steel mill.Zhou Mao listened boredly, his eyes swept over the newspaper in front of him.The largest page in the newspaper reported the end of the war between the Balkan League and Ottoman Turkey.

"Balkan League?" Zhou Mao blinked and read the contents of the newspaper again.

"The first Balkan War..." Zhou Mao pondered, and asked the narrator: "At this point in the world, is Britain before World War I?"

"Yes." The narrator replied.

"I thought it was a fictional Britain..." Zhou Mao said.

"Hmm... To be precise, it's half empty." The narrator said, "After all, there should be no vampires in Britain before World War I."

Zhou Mao smiled: "The background setting of Momo's novel is quite serious. It's obviously a little yellow book."

"Zhou Mo originally planned to write an abusive article, so he set the background of Britain before World War I." The narrator said: "A few years later, the British forced || soldiers, you joined the army, and then died in the war|| On the set. Paul was overwhelmed with grief and died. That was the ending she wanted to write in the first place."

"What about the actual situation?"

"Actually..." The narration paused, and said: "Zhou Mo was very happy writing porn|||| A baby was born..."

"Stop!" Zhou Mao made a "stop" gesture, "I still think the ending of fighting to death is a little better."

The newspaper has been read by Zhou Mao.He raised his head and glanced at Paul's residence again. The door was still quiet and there was no movement.

Zhou Mao suddenly remembered that he hadn't finished the report that the inspector asked to write.When he was about to open the briefcase and take out the report to continue writing, he realized that he had left the briefcase at Paul's house.

Zhou Mao sighed, had to stand up, and went back to Paul's bedroom.

There was a fishy smell of chicken in the house.The fire in the fireplace has been extinguished.Paul was still fast asleep.He seemed to have changed his posture, lying flat on the bed with his face turned to one side, his golden eyelashes trembling slightly with his breathing.

Zhou Mao looked at it silently for a while, then reached out and picked up his briefcase from the chair.Before leaving, he couldn't help but open the pot of chicken on the fireplace and take a look.

Sure enough, there was a layer of gray foam floating on the chicken soup in the jar.Zhou Mao's nose wrinkled, the chicken would be ruined if it did that.He couldn't just sit back and watch food go to waste.

Zhou Mao went downstairs, asked the owner of the coffee shop for some seasonings, then went back to Paul's house, processed the chicken briefly, and then left again.

The seat where Zhou Mao sat outside the cafe is still empty.Zhou Mao sat down again, took out the report he wrote from the briefcase, and spread it on the table.

He picked up the pen, and when he was about to write, he found that there seemed to be something under the pages of the report.Zhou Mao opened the report, and a small picture book appeared in front of his eyes. On it was a black cat with a pair of yellow eyes.

This is the picture book that Hannah read to Finn last night.After Hannah stopped reading aloud, she put the book on Zhou Mao's desk.It is estimated that when Zhou Mao was packing up the report, he accidentally clipped the picture album and put it in the briefcase.

Zhou Mao flipped through the album.The style of the picture book is very simple.Animals and people are composed of simple color blocks and lines. Except for cats, the eyes of other creatures are two dark circles, which do not look cute, even a little scary.

There is a line of small words at the bottom of each page of the picture book, explaining the content of the picture.Hannah stopped reading when she reached the page "Putting Out a Cat's Eyeball" last night.

Zhou Mao looked back.The villains and animals in the picture book act strangely to interpret the story.

Husband continues to drink heavily after blinding cat.The cat is still very close to the husband.Finally the husband got impatient and hanged the cat and threw it in the well.

The wife kept crying for the cat, and the husband was angry and killed his wife. In order to hide his crime, he built his wife's body in an alcove.

The police || came to investigate, and the husband tried to get away with it.Just as the police||police were about to believe her husband, a cat meowed from the sealed alcove.

The police||police chipped away at the wall and found the dead bodies of his wife and a black cat.

Zhou Mao silently closed the album.

It's a good thing Hannah didn't pick up the reading last night.If this picture album is really for children to read, they won't have nightmares at night.

However, Zhou Mao felt that this story was somewhat familiar, as if he had read it somewhere.When he bowed his head and searched his memory silently, a childish voice interrupted his thinking.

"Big brother," Zhou Mao raised his head and saw a little girl about 6 or 7 years old standing in front of him. She pointed to the album in Zhou Mao's hand and asked curiously, "What is this?"

"This?" Zhou Mao put the album on the table: "This is the album."

"I didn't ask this," said the little girl, "I want to know what this black thing in the album is."

Zhou Mao looked at the cover of the album suspiciously: "This is a cat." He asked the little girl: "Don't you know?"

"I don't know." The little girl shook her head and asked, "What is a cat?"

"A cat is a kind of animal." Zhou Mao explained: "It is agile and can be kept at home. It is very cute and can catch mice."

"Can you catch mice?" The little girl's eyes suddenly lit up.She quickly ran to a middle-aged woman who was buying bread, shook her hand and said, "Mom, I want to raise a cat!"

The woman put the money on the counter, picked up a bag of bread, and scolded the little girl, "What nonsense are you talking about?" Then she pulled the girl away.

When the girl left, she was still looking at the album in Zhou Mao's hand reluctantly, and muttered, "What's wrong with keeping a cat?"

The woman patted the girl on the head angrily: "Keeping a cat? It won't be enough to sell you."

Zhou Mao silently watched the figures of the mother and daughter disappear at the end of the street, feeling a strange feeling in his heart.He put the album into his briefcase and planned to put it back in the warehouse when he returned to the police station.

Then he raised his chin, stared at the paper in front of him, and began to think about the beginning of the next paragraph of the report.

The author has something to say:

After 12 words, the two finally had sex in a real sense.Ah, congratulations. 【

And the story of the cat comes from Edgar Allan Poe's "The Black Cat", with some plots slightly deleted.This book will be referred to later.