[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Paul didn't go out all day.When the sun was setting, Zhou Mao looked at his pocket watch. Although he hadn't done strenuous activities all day, the places on his body that should hurt were still very painful.It was already time to get off work, so he packed his things and went straight home.

The next day, Zhou Mao finally managed to catch the tram and arrived at the police station on time.As soon as he entered the door, Detective William greeted him.

"How?" He stared at Zhou Mao and asked, "Did that guy do anything yesterday?"

"No." Detective William's aggressive gaze made Zhou Mao feel a little uncomfortable, "He slept at home during the day and didn't go out."

"And at night?"

"I went home from get off work at night. Did not continue to monitor him."

"You..." Inspector William sighed, and looked at Zhou Mao with an expression of hatred for iron. "How can you be so ignorant of common sense? Vampires don't like sunlight, they've always been active at night. Aren't you watching for nothing?"

Zhou Mao lowered his head, pretending to listen carefully, and muttered in his heart: "Surveillance at night is overtime work. I don't have overtime pay."

Detective William reprimanded Zhou Mao for a while.At this time, the bell on the door jingled, and Inspector Brown pushed the door open and walked in.

"Okay, old William." Detective Brown patted Detective William on the shoulder with a smile: "Don't get angry in the morning."

He turned and looked at Zhou Mao: "Tom, is your report finished?"

"It's finished." Zhou Mao took out the report from his briefcase and handed it to Inspector Brown.

Inspector Brown flipped through it briefly, and seemed quite satisfied.He returned the report to Zhou Mao and said: "We went to the mayor's house to investigate yesterday and found some new clues. I need you to add to the report."

He took out the file folder and opened it, pointing to a note that was obviously torn and glued: "We found such a note in the trash can of his house."

Zhou Mao came closer and saw a line of words printed in blue ink on the note: 9 o'clock in the evening, come to the wheat field square in the suburbs.I know you killed Gray.

"Like the poems left beside the dead, they are all printed in blue ink..." Zhou Mao murmured, "Could it be a person..."

Inspector Brown nodded. "We think the same as you. Now we are going to investigate people who have used blue ink typewriters. This is a big job."

Zhou Mao stared at the note, pointed to the name on it and asked, "Who is this Gray?"

"It should refer to the Gray family." Inspector Brown said: "The Gray family has been in the wine business for generations. They used to own hundreds of acres of land in this town, all of which were used to grow grapes. But ten years ago, there were only three members of this family People—Old Gray and his son and daughter—suddenly disappeared. They had no other relatives, so the fields and property they owned went directly to the city government. The current steel factory was built in On the former grape fields."

"This note," Inspector Brown tapped it with his fingertip, "gives us some light. At least we have some direction now. Today William and I are going to visit the mayor's neighbors first, and try to No relationship between him and Gray could be discovered."

"Then I..." Zhou Mao was curious about his next job.He felt that the case was gradually taking shape, and he couldn't help being a little happy, and wanted to participate in the investigation.

"You stay in the office and continue to write the report." Inspector Brown said, and at the same time handed a thick stack of papers to Zhou Mao: "This is our investigation record yesterday, you should read them first, then organize the language carefully, and write them down. write it in the report."

Zhou Mao was a little frustrated, so he had to take the record resentfully.When he put the report and records on his desk, Inspector Brown and Officer William had already put on their coats and were ready to go out.

"By the way," Inspector Brown remembered something before leaving, and said to Zhou Mao: "After you finish writing the report, go to Paul's house to monitor him. After all, he is still on our suspect list."

Zhou Mao had 1 reluctances in his heart, but he couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

He sighed and plopped down on his stool.

Zhou Mao sat a little hard, and his butt hurt again.He grinned, rubbed his waist, sorted the loose-leaf paper, and wrote the report resignedly.

When he was about to get off work, Zhou Mao finally compiled the contents of the large stack of papers given by Inspector Brown into the report.He waved his sore shoulder, left the police station, and walked towards Paul's house.

It was not too late, and although it was cloudy, the temperature was pleasant.Zhou Mao walked slowly to the vicinity of Paul's house.He didn't know whether Paul was sleeping at home or had gone out at this time, but because he really didn't want to go upstairs to check, he found a seat in the same cafe as yesterday, took a book at random, and started his own work absent-mindedly. monitoring.

As the sky gradually darkened, the workers in the steel mill got off work and returned home in twos and threes.Some people also walked into the coffee shop, bought a cup of the cheapest drink and chatted against the street wall.

Zhou Mao was bored looking at the pedestrians on the street. At this moment, he noticed a young man with blond hair and wearing a robe walked into Paul's house.

Is it Paul's friend?Zhou Mao was somewhat puzzled.He intuitively took it for granted that Paul was one of those loner vampires who lived mysteriously in the city alone.

But in fact, having friends and your own social circle is a relatively normal life.Zhou Mao thought.

I don't know what kind of relationship this young man has with Paul. Is it a close friend, a casual friend, or just a landlord who came to Paul's house to collect rent?

Just as Zhou Mao was thinking wildly, the young man had already left Paul's house.He didn't leave immediately, but looked around.Seemingly noticing Zhou Mao's secretly observing gaze, the corner of the young man's mouth moved slightly, and he walked straight to where Zhou Mao was sitting.

Zhou Mao was startled, pretended to look around, and took a sip of the coffee in his hand.

The young man walked to Zhou Mao's table, pulled out the chair and sat down.

"Hello." The young man smiled slightly at Zhou Mao.He has big, round black eyes, well-rounded features, and looks very close.

"Hello." Zhou Mao replied politely.

Hearing Zhou Mao's reply, the young man leaned forward. He kept smiling and said in a low voice, "Are you here, are you waiting for Paul?"

Zhou Mao's hand holding the coffee shook slightly, and ripples appeared on the surface of the coffee.He looked at the young man warily.

"He found me here?" Zhou Mao asked.

"Don't get me wrong." The young man leaned back on the chair and said leisurely: "He didn't tell me anything. I found it myself." He tapped the table with his fingers: "Everyone who has been in contact with Paul will Smell him."

He looked at Zhou Mao, and the smile on his face became playful: "Especially the people who had sex with him, they all have a strong smell, which is unique to Paul, the smell of vampires."

Zhou Mao's face turned red.

"I... I didn't smell anything." He stammered.

"Of course you can't smell it. Humans can't smell it." The young man said, "But I'm different." He grinned, revealing a mouthful of neat and sharp teeth: "Because I'm a werewolf."

Zhou Mao stared blankly at the werewolf in front of him.

"I'm curious. What kind of person are you?" The werewolf stood up, bent down and stared at Zhou Mao.His face was only a few centimeters away from Zhou Mao. "That vampire would cast such a heavy scent on you."

He stretched out his hand and gently pinched Zhou Mao's chin: "Although you are good-looking, you look ordinary. Do you have any hidden charm that can attract that sentimental and indifferent man?"

"Enough." Zhou Mao shook off the werewolf's hand and stood up.Although there was some shy blush on his face, he still said in a strong tone: "From the very beginning, you have been self-righteously commenting on me and Mr. Rousseau in front of me. I think this is very rude behavior."

"If you want to have a normal conversation, I welcome it; if you always want to communicate in this way, then please leave."

The werewolf seemed a little surprised. He squinted his eyes and looked at Zhou Mao for a while, then bowed slightly.

"I'm sorry." The werewolf still had his usual smile on his face: "I didn't mean to offend, I was just curious about you personally. Since today's conversation made you uncomfortable, let's talk another day .”

After all, the werewolf left his seat, smiled politely at Zhou Mao, and disappeared around the corner of the street.

Zhou Mao sat in a daze for a while.He reached out and sniffed his sleeve.

"Narrator," Zhou Mao asked, "Do I have any smell?"

"I don't know," the narrator replied, "I can't smell it. Didn't the werewolf say that no one else could smell it?"

"I'm afraid he will lie to me." Zhou Mao was a little worried: "If others can smell it. Wouldn't the whole world know that I slept with Paul?"

"You think too much." The narrator said indifferently.

Zhou Mao pursed his lips, ready to pick up the book again and monitor the door of Paul's house.It was already dark at this time, and the words on the book began to be unclear.When Zhou Mao was hesitating whether to sit in the coffee shop, he saw Paul coming out of the house.

Zhou Mao silently put the book into the briefcase, and quietly followed.

Paul turned into the alley and walked quickly along the base of the wall.Zhou Mao kept a certain distance behind Paul.He followed Paul left and right, but felt a little strange.

Why are the streets around here becoming more and more familiar?Zhou Mao was puzzled.

At this moment, Paul stopped suddenly, and Zhou Mao almost didn't react.He hurried sideways to the threshold of a house, staring at Paul's back.

Paul looked around for a moment, then walked towards a girl carrying a basket of dried flowers.He stopped the girl and spoke to her politely, as if asking for the way.

When the girl saw Paul, her face flushed immediately.After she showed Paul the way, Paul did not leave, but continued to strike up a conversation with the girl.

Zhou Mao sighed lightly.Guess Paul is looking for his food again.He touched the unhealed wound on the back of his neck, feeling awkward for a while, and just wanted to leave Paul and the girl and slip away.

But this is not OK.When Paul sucked his own blood, Zhou Mao felt powerless, as if he had been drugged with aphrodisiacs, and he couldn't help but have that kind of thing with Bao.He suspects that Paul sucking blood may have some other effect.

I am a man, so if I do it, I will do it; but if a girl has sex with others unconsciously, in this era, wouldn't her life be ruined?

Thinking of this, Zhou Mao gritted his teeth.He made up his mind, walked behind Paul, and patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"Mr. Rousseau," Zhou Mao said, trying to pretend to be surprised by a chance encounter: "I didn't expect to meet here."

Paul turned his head and saw that it was Zhou Mao. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned to the girl and said, "My friend is here. I think he can take me to where I want to go. Don't bother you to help me." I led the way. Thank you very much."

The girl looked at the two of them, nodded, and left with a flower basket.

After watching the girl's back disappear, Paul turned around and faced Zhou Mao.He put on a frivolous expression, and said with a half-smile: "You let my food go away again."

He stared at Zhou Mao, showing an ambiguous smile: "Do you think you didn't do enough the night before?"

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