[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

In this world, some people eat beautifully, and just looking at them makes people want to eat with them.

Mao Mao is such a person.

Paul held his face in one hand, looked at Zhou Mao sitting across the table eating snacks, and couldn't help thinking this way.Zhou Mao's expression was very happy when he was eating, which made people feel happy and increased their appetite. .

Paul swallowed.Yes, increased appetite.He wants to eat very much now.

want his blood.

Paul bit his lip, suppressing his desire.He can't do that kind of thing here.

Zhou Mao finished his snacks, put the paper box into the trash can, washed his hands, and sat back at the table, unaware that he had just escaped the danger of being raped again.

"Paul," Zhou Mao put away the file folder of serial murder without footprints, and picked up another notebook: "Do you have any impression of the person who stabbed you yesterday?"

"Why are you talking about this all of a sudden?" Paul still held his face with a bored expression. "I don't have any impression of him at all. I probably haven't seen him at all. Even if I did, it's probably just a chance meeting."

"This is a bit difficult." Zhou Mao held the penholder with his index finger and middle finger, and turned it gently. "I checked the household registration files between work today. There are 26 people named Shirley in this city, and 16 people are between the ages of 35 and 11. If everyone has to search, it will probably take a long time. gone."

"Shirley?" Paul obviously couldn't remember what the name had to do with him.

"It was said by the man who stabbed you." Zhou Mao said, imitating the man's movements and tone: "If it wasn't for you! Shirley would never have left me!"

Paul shook his head: "I had just been stabbed in the heart at that time, and the pain was so painful that I didn't notice what he said."

Zhou Mao's expression became a little serious: "When a girl falls in love with you, you just have a little impression and no reaction at all?"

"Maomao," Paul said with a helpless expression, "it's no exaggeration to say that there is no girl in this city who doesn't know me, and there is no girl who doesn't like me. How can I respond to each of them?"

Zhou Mao was speechless.I have never seen such a brazen person.he thought.

"I don't know a woman named Shirley, and I don't know where the man's resentment came from," Paul said. "But this is just a trivial point in my life. I didn't suffer any harm because of the man's actions, and you don't have to spend time on it."

"But he really wanted to kill you. He also stabbed you." Zhou Mao said.

Paul: "I'm not hurt."

Zhou Mao: "...But it still hurts." He said seriously: "If he stabs you again next time, if I'm not here, you will have to drag the wound home by yourself. I think it's still very uncomfortable. It's better to arrest him first."

Paul narrowed his eyes: "If you think I'm uncomfortable alone, isn't it easier for you to stay with me than to catch him?"

Zhou Mao smiled: "How could it be possible to be with you all the time?"

"How will you know if you don't try it?" Paul put away his cynical attitude and stared straight at Zhou Mao.

"...How do you try this?" Zhou Mao couldn't help avoiding his eyes when Paul saw his cheeks burn.

"It's easy." Paul pulled Zhou Mao's chin, making him look directly at him.

Zhou Mao looked at Paul, and wanted to open his mouth to say something, but a sense of drowsiness came over him instantly. Zhou Mao couldn't hold back, so he opened his mouth and yawned big at Paul.

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"No, no." Zhou Mao hurriedly covered his mouth.The yawn just now made him burst into tears. "It's too late, I ate something just now, and I'm a little sleepy now."

"I'm really sorry. I'll hold back this time." He sat up straight in his seat and assumed a formal posture: "Please continue."

"No." Paul smiled and touched Zhou Mao's head, "If you want to be sleepy, take a rest first."

"How can this be done?" Zhou Mao said, "You came to see me specially and brought some snacks. How could I have the nerve to leave you alone to sleep?"

Paul: "Go to sleep, it's okay." He tapped Zhou Mao's forehead lightly with his fingers: "I was just bored and wandering in the street. When I saw someone on duty in the police station, I wanted to come in and take a look. it's here."

"It's beyond my expectation to meet you so late. I'm already very happy." He held his face and smiled at Zhou Mao.

"I don't believe it..." Zhou Mao looked at Paul. "You even brought some snacks..."

"This is a reward from the citizens to the police officers who are still working hard on duty late at night." Paul laughed. "If you are not on duty, I will give it to others. But it is best to give it to you."

Zhou Mao still didn't believe it.Paul stroked Zhou Mao's hair again: "Don't get entangled. Go to sleep for a while, I'm going to leave too." After that, he kissed Zhou Mao gently on the cheek.

Zhou Mao's face turned red again.He took out a blanket without making a sound, and spread it on the stool in the corner. He got into the gap between the stool and the table, leaned his head against the wall, and assumed a posture of getting ready to sleep.

"I really fell asleep." Zhou Mao closed his eyes and said.

"Go to sleep." There was a smile in Paul's voice.

Zhou Mao was really tired.The joy||love of last night and the busyness of the day made him fall into a dreamless sleep after closing his eyes.

Paul stared at Zhou Mao.The person in front of him leaned against the wall quietly with steady breathing.His soft brown hair was a little messy, and his white neck was exposed under his clothes, trembling slightly with the frequency of his breathing.

Paul looked at it for a while, and couldn't help reaching out to touch Zhou Mao's soft lips.Zhou Mao was not awakened, he just frowned slightly, let out a muffled snort, and moved a little unconsciously to avoid Paul's touch.

Paul smiled, and it felt like teasing a sleeping animal.He leaned forward and tapped Zhou Mao's neck with his lips.

"May you have a sweet dream." Paul said softly.He moved a chair, sat beside him, and watched Zhou Mao quietly.

When Zhou Mao woke up, it was already the early morning of the next day.He rubbed his eyes and straightened himself up, a black cloak slipping off him.It's Paul's clothes.

Zhou Mao picked up the cloak, folded it carefully, and put it next to his briefcase.He walked to his desk and found a cup of coffee on the table.There were sugar cubes and milk beside the coffee.

A note was pressed under the coffee.Zhou Mao picked it up.A few neat words were written on it: "To Police Officer Mao Mao: Drink it."

Zhou Mao laughed silently, even if he didn't sign it, he could still guess who wrote the note.

Zhou Mao picked up the coffee cup.The temperature of the cup was still hot, Zhou Mao blew into the cup and took a sip.The mellow taste immediately filled the mouth.

As soon as I tasted it, I knew it wasn't made with the coffee machine in the police station.Zhou Mao thought.

As the sky gradually brightened, the number of police officers in the police station gradually increased.After Detective William came in from the door, the police officer sent to track Paul also returned to the police station.

"How?" Inspector William asked the officer. "Is Paul Rousseau doing anything?"

"No." The police officer shook his head: "Since he came home yesterday morning, I have been watching at the door of his house. I have never seen him go out. It feels like he is squatting at home."

Zhou Mao pricked up his ears to stare, and couldn't help secretly laughing.It is estimated that Paul knew that there were police officers watching him, so he temporarily changed his way in and out through the window.

It's still a busy day.Fern's cold is still not good, and Hannah still can't go to work.But fortunately, because Zhou Mao was on duty at night, he could leave earlier in the afternoon.

When Zhou Mao packed his things and was about to go home to rest, Inspector William stopped him.

"Continue to monitor Paul after get off work," said the Inspector.

"Inspector William, I also need to rest!" Zhou Mao was a little helpless, ready to protest a little. "I'm an ordinary person, it's impossible to work all the time day and night."

"I know," Inspector William said, "but these are extraordinary times. Two important people have died in this city. I cannot allow this to happen again."

"Well." He thought for a while. "I allow you to go home and sleep, as long as you can ensure that the vampire cannot move in a certain area."

Don't you mean to let me tie him up while he sleeps? !Zhou Mao complained in his heart, he still wanted to continue protesting, Sergeant William's face suddenly sank.

"Do you have any comments? Officer Tom?" He stared at Zhou Mao. "Don't forget, you are a police officer, but you have a close relationship with the murder suspect. I can suspend you because of this."

Zhou Mao closed his mouth and immediately suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart.

Inspector William saw that Zhou Mao was timid, and his tone softened a little: "I know you have a good relationship with Paul Rousseau, that's why I sent you to monitor him. Maybe you can use your relationship with him to gain something from it." Some information we need."

"Uh..." What kind of information are you talking about, is this trying to make me a || spy?But what's the point of being a || spy if you're just a vampire.Zhou Mao couldn't help but continued to complain.

But the complaints belonged to the complaints, Zhou Mao honestly packed his briefcase and went downstairs to Paul's.He sat in the coffee shop for a while, and when the sun went down, he saw that there was no movement in front of Paul's house, so he decided to go upstairs to have a look.

I have to give Paul his cloak back.Zhou Mao thought.He walked to the house where Paul lived and knocked on the door.No one answered.

Zhou Mao gently pushed the door, and the door opened by itself.It appears that Paul did not lock the door.

Too careless about safety!Zhou Mao sighed and walked into the door.Directly opposite the door is a narrow and long stairwell that leads directly to Paul's bedroom.

Zhou Mao hesitated for a while, stepped up the stairs, and came to the door of Paul's bedroom. "Mr. Rousseau?" He knocked lightly on the bedroom door, but still no one answered.

He turned the doorknob slightly, and the door was opened.

The two doors are not locked. If Paul is at home, it is fine. If he is not at home, is he too worried?Zhou Mao thought while looking at the room.

Facing the bedroom door is the big bed that Zhou Mao is very familiar with. At this moment, he doesn't want to recall how he is familiar with it.Paul is not in bed, it seems that he is not sleeping at this time.

Zhou Mao turned to the direction of the desk, trying to hang Paul's cloak on the hanger beside the desk.However, he noticed that a person was sitting at the table, looking at him with interest.

Zhou Mao involuntarily took two steps back.

This man is not Paul.

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