[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao roared inwardly: I knew you would say that!Big pervert!Old prostitute|||Magic!Return my virgin||virgin! !Return my innocence! !

Narrator: ...your curse vocabulary is so poor.

Although he was cursing in his heart, Zhou Mao still had a serious expression on his face.

He said to Paul solemnly: "It is because of what happened the day before yesterday. I think it is too dangerous for girls to be sucked by you. If they are taken to bed unconsciously like me, they have sex with you against their will , will you be their lover and take care of them for the rest of their lives? If not, what will happen to their lives?"

Paul listened absently. He curled his blond hair hanging on his shoulders with his fingers, and asked Zhou Mao: "You mean, you are willing to replace those girls, be sucked by me, and have sex with me?" He smiled: " You are quite active."

Zhou Mao felt a rush of heat rushing to his head. "No..." He blushed and stammered in denial.

"No?" Paul raised an eyebrow. "Don't let me suck another's blood, and don't let me suck yours. Are you going to starve me to death, Mr. Inspector?"

Zhou Mao pursed his lips tightly.He knew Paul would respond that way when he said those words.

Anyway, this is the world of fiction, and it is still a good thing for me to return to reality||man.Zhou Mao thought.

He looked up and said to Paul, "Suck my blood."

Paul narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhou Mao: "Then do it with you?"

Zhou Mao didn't speak.He bit his lip and stared at Paul for a moment, then nodded slightly,

"Okay." Paul smiled slightly and thought about it, "A man's blood usually has a fishy smell, but your blood is sweet. I'm not at a disadvantage."

He made a "please" gesture: "Let's go, go to your house, I don't want to carry you || in love for several streets."

Zhou Mao walked in front, thinking silently in his heart: "Isn't it because I took the initiative to bring a man home to fuck me? It's too fucking incredible."

Narrator: "Get used to it."

Zhou Mao: "..."

Zhou Mao walked for a while and realized something was wrong.He looked around and saw that he was already downstairs in his own house.

He glanced back at Paul, who also looked at him with a smile on his face.

Zhou Mao's heart skipped a beat.This Paul must have discovered that I was following him a long time ago, and deliberately talked to the girl to lure me out.His target is probably not a little girl at all, but directly aimed at himself.

But now it's useless to look back, the condoms are already wrapped around my neck.

Zhou Mao sighed, resigned to his fate and walked to the door of the house.He opened the door and let Paul into his room.

Paul looked up and down Zhou Mao's room: "It's really small."

Zhou Mao: "Police officers earn little money, so they can only rent such a small house."

He lit the coal stove, added a few pieces of charcoal, took off the windbreaker and hung it in the cabinet, and sat directly on the bed.

"Come on." He patted the sheets beside him and said to Paul.

Seeing Zhou Mao's serious look, Paul couldn't help laughing.

His light blue eyes were bent into a beautiful shape, and he said happily to Zhou Mao, "Open your mouth."

Zhou Mao: "No...don't you want to bite the back of your neck? What are you doing with your mouth open?"

Paul: "The skin in the mouth is thin and easy to bite through."

Zhou Mao: "What should I do if I bite my mouth ulcer."

Paul: "I'll buy you a few oranges later, so you won't get ulcers."

Zhou Mao had nothing to say, so he opened his mouth obediently.

Paul walked into Zhou Mao and sat beside him.He squeezed Zhou Mao's chin with his hands, and turned his face to make him face himself.

Seeing Paul's face slowly approaching, Zhou Mao closed his eyes nervously.He felt a warm and moist object enter his mouth, violently touching the mucous membrane in his mouth, and entangled with his tongue.

The sound of sticky water reached Zhou Mao's ears, he was a little unsteady in his breathing, and wanted to move his head, but Paul refused.He held Zhou Mao's back tightly with one hand, and wrapped his other around his waist, preventing him from escaping.

Is this blood sucking, isn't this kissing?Zhou Mao thought in a daze.Paul didn't intend to bite him at all, but just used his tongue to tease the fragile part of Zhou Mao's mouth.

The kiss was very long. When Zhou Mao felt that he was about to suffocate, Paul bit Zhou Mao's lips teasingly, and then raised his head.

Zhou Mao got rid of Paul's control, put his hands on the bed, and breathed heavily.He blushed and looked at Paul in disbelief: "Don't you suck blood?"

"No." Paul licked his lips, as if reminiscing about the kiss just now. "I drank a lot the day before yesterday, and I'm not hungry today."

"Then you..." Zhou Mao was speechless.

Paul smiled softly: "I can't help teasing you because I see you are serious and funny."

He stood up, picked up a cloth bag from the door, and handed it to Zhou Mao: "I came here today mainly to deliver things to you."

Zhou Mao opened the bag and found that it was a jar containing the chicken that Zhou Mao helped Paul handle yesterday morning.

"I only drink blood, not human food," Paul said. "This chicken was bought for you. You eat it as soon as possible."

He blinked: "Thank you for helping me cook, I don't know how to cook human food. If it weren't for you, this chicken would have been wasted."

Holding the jar, Zhou Mao didn't know what to say.He hesitated for a moment, and asked Paul, "You came today to deliver chickens to me?"

Paul looked at Zhou Mao with a smile: "What else?"

Zhou Mao: "..." I don't quite understand the brain circuit of this vampire.

Looking at Zhou Mao's blank face, Paul couldn't help but stepped forward and touched his head: "Eat the chicken quickly. Make up your body. It would be bad if you fainted because of my anemia."

Zhou Mao nodded. "Thank you." He said softly.

The corner of Paul's mouth curled up in a beautiful arc: "You're welcome."

He went to the window, opened it, and a gust of cold and fresh air blew into the house, carrying a few flying ice particles.

"It's snowing." Paul murmured, looking out the window. "I don't know if there will be snow by tomorrow morning."

Holding the window frame with both hands, he leaned out, and then, as if remembering something, he turned and looked at Zhou Mao.

"I don't know your name yet," Paul said.

"My name is Tom." Zhou Mao replied. "Tom Mao."

"Tom," Paul smiled, and thought for a while, "This name is too common. Why don't you call me by your surname."

"The next time we meet, I'll call you Mao Mao."

After saying that, he jumped and disappeared from the window.

Zhou Mao ran to the window and leaned over to look out the window.There was no sign of Paul in the dark night, only flakes of snowflakes falling quietly in the dim light of the kerosene lamp.

The cold air outside the window made Zhou Mao shiver.He closed the window and went back to the bed.

"This feeling is really subtle." Zhou Mao held the jar and put it into the storage cabinet. "To use the metaphor of modern life, I had a fling with a stranger, then put on my clothes and left, but the stranger chased me to my house and delivered me takeaway food."

"Isn't that good?" the narrator says. "Strangers never forget this cannon, which means you are very attractive."

Zhou Mao didn't respond to the narrator's poor words.He slowly took off his clothes, put on his pajamas, and lay down on the bed after a simple wash.

After staring blankly for a while, Zhou Mao reached for the book next to the bed.While lying down and opening the book, his hand involuntarily touched the place on his lips where Paul had nibbled.

Zhou Mao felt his face burning hot.He threw the book aside and covered his head with the quilt.

It snowed all night and didn't stop until early morning.Paul's premonition was right. The next morning, all the streets in the city were covered with a thick layer of snow.

Zhou Mao yawned and walked down the street.Because of the snow, the tram stopped running and he had to walk to work again.

He raised his eyes to the end of the street.The light yellow mist and snow are connected together, and it is impossible to tell where the boundary line between the sky and the earth is.

Because he was afraid of the cold, Zhou Mao specially added a scarf today, but the surrounding air still made him uncomfortable.He stepped on the snow, and because the shoes on his feet were gradually soaked, Zhou Mao's movements involuntarily became slow.

It was already a long road, but Zhou Mao walked even more difficult today.When he arrived at the gate of the police station, he was already late for a long time.

It is estimated that he will be scolded by Detective William again.Zhou Mao thought helplessly, opened the door and walked into the police station.

After the bell on the door stopped ringing, Zhou Mao just wanted to say "good morning" in a long voice, but found that the usually crowded police station was empty today.

There was a trace of doubt in Zhou Mao's heart.He went to his seat, put down his briefcase, and looked around uneasily again.

"What's going on?" Zhou Mao murmured.

At this time, the bell at the door rang.Detective William opened the door and came in. When he saw Zhou Mao, he didn't open his mouth to scold him as usual, but waved to him: "You are here, come with me."

Detective William's voice was a little hoarse, and his complexion was much worse than yesterday.

Zhou Mao trotted to the door. "Where did everyone go today?" He asked, "Why is there no one in the police station?"

When Detective William saw Zhou Mao coming, he walked out the door.He closed the door and led Zhou Mao to walk along the wall outside the police station.

"Inspector Brown is dead," said Inspector William.

Zhou Mao didn't react.

"Inspector Brown is dead." Detective William repeated. He took Zhou Mao to the back of the police station room and pointed to an object on the snow. "Hannah found his body early this morning."

Behind the police station is a small garden.Because the people in the police station have no time to take care of it, it has been abandoned for a long time and overgrown with weeds.After being covered by snow, it is even more difficult to see the original appearance.

Inspector Brown's body lay quietly under a withered tree in the center of the garden.He was facing the ground, and a deep wound on his back was shocking.The snow under his body has been stained red by the dark blood.

He was surrounded by various personnel from the police station. Except for the doctor, everyone consciously kept a certain distance from the detective's body.

Everyone agreed not to destroy the scene.Because around the inspector, except for his own and Hannah's footprints, and the footprints of the doctor who was checking the situation, there was no fourth person's footprint.

This is another murder without a trace.

Zhou Mao saw the doctor kneeling on the ground, carefully examining the inspector's body, and then gently raised his arm.

The doctor found something under the inspector's palm. He stood up and handed a note to Detective William.

"It's the same person," said the doctor.

Zhou Mao saw the content of the note from Detective William's hand. It was a familiar and unintelligible little poem:

Fortunato is dead

Negroes in Oslo have brought in judges

hunchback says

I will run diagonally in 32 black squares

Find the coordinate system that removes the right angles

Under the guidance of my brother named queen

26,11,5

to his grave

The author has something to say:

My cat is named Mao Mao.

When saving the manuscript, as soon as Paul called Zhou Mao's name, I would play. 【

But I don't think too much about my cats, really.