[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao felt the person behind him visibly stiffen.

"Why do you say that?" Finn asked in a low voice, changing his cheerful tone to a serious one.

Zhou Mao didn't answer him, but asked, "Do you know the background of this world?"

"It's England." Finn replied.

"What about the time?"

"Early twentieth century," Fern said. "Any questions?"

"There is a problem." Zhou Mao smiled. "The speculative works that appear in the poem you wrote, "None Survived," "The Pope's Murder," and "The Tragedy of Z," were all written by American writers around the 20s."

"And the creator of this world once told me that the time of this world is before World War I."

"Therefore, there is a serious anachronism in your poem. The works pointed to in the poem do not exist in this world. If there is no traveler, this poem can only become an unsolved mystery.

"So, the person who wrote this poem, and the person who can decipher this poem, are not people who originally belonged to this world."

"They all came from time travel."

Fein was silent for a while, and then smiled lightly. He patted Zhou Mao on the shoulder: "It seems that he and I have underestimated you. You are a little smarter than I thought. All your speculations are correct. of.

He paused: "But I only guessed one thing wrong."

Zhou Mao suddenly felt a coolness pass through his skin, through his ribs, and into his heart.Severe pain came from his back, and before he could turn around, he fell directly to the ground.

"I didn't intend to kill Hannah." Fein said, pulling out the knife inserted into Zhou Mao's back, "I originally planned to kill you."

He got off Zhou Mao's back.Blood gushed out from Zhou Mao's wound continuously, staining Fein's shoes red.

Zhou Mao tried hard to raise his body and look up at Fein's face, but he couldn't use the strength.His face touched the icy snow, experiencing the feeling of life passing in his body.

"Neither you nor that person should have come to this world, and shouldn't have stayed for such a long time." Finn walked up to Zhou Mao and squatted down. He held a blood-stained dagger in one hand, and gently covered it with the other. Catch Zhou Mao's eyes: "I must let you and him leave as soon as possible."

Finn sighed: "Otherwise, we will never be able to leave again."

Zhou Mao tried hard to speak, but couldn't say anything.He found that his body was getting stiff, and he could no longer feel the cold and pain.

"It's over," Finn said.

Zhou Mao felt as if he had turned into a soul and gradually separated from his body.He was floating in the air, looking down at his own body.The bright red blood was like a huge rose, surrounding Tom Mao's body against the background of white snow.

Finn raised his head, he seemed to be able to see Zhou Mao's soul in the air, and murmured, "Let's go."

Immediately, his body gradually became smaller, and the color of his eyes became lighter and lighter.A long beard grew on his cheeks, and a black tail stretched out.

Fein turned into a black cat, which was still looking in Zhou Mao's direction.

Zhou Mao looked into its eyes.The yellow irises enclose the huge black pupils, reflecting the gloomy sky in the pitch black.

The black cat let out a cry, stepped out a few plum-like footprints in the snow, and galloped away.

Zhou Mao did not return to the beginning of the story, nor did he return to the real world.He floated in the air in a light and floating state, at a loss.

"Narrator, what's going on?" Zhou Mao tried to figure out the situation. "Why am I still in this world?"

The narrator, however, did not answer him.

In my mind, in the world, everything is so quiet.Snowflakes fell on the ground without any sound.

Zhou Mao didn't know what to do.He barely landed next to his body, staring at the pale police officer lying on the ground in a daze.

Zhou Mao stretched out his hand to touch the corpse's hair, but found that his fingers became transparent and passed directly through the corpse.

It turns out that this is what it feels like to become a ghost after death.Zhou Mao thought silently.He simply squatted beside the corpse, watching the snowflakes cover the bloodstains on the ground bit by bit.

After an unknown amount of time, Hannah hurried over.She looked left and right, as if she was looking for something, and after walking a few laps on the snow, she suddenly saw Zhou Mao's body buried under the snow.

Hannah quickly covered her mouth with her hand, and she hurried to the corpse, testing the neck of the corpse with her hand.Her face changed instantly.

Zhou Mao saw Hannah's lips trembling violently.She frantically swept away the snow that fell on Zhou Mao's body with her hands. When the snow was swept away and the deep wound on Zhou Mao's back was exposed, she backed up a few steps and sat on the snow with a frighteningly pale face.

"Fin, Finn, why are you..." Hannah murmured weakly, tears welling from her eyes: "He obviously didn't do anything..."

Hannah stood up slowly and staggered away.Soon, the doctor and several police officers arrived, and they surrounded Zhou Mao's body.After careful recording, the body was carried onto the carriage.

Zhou Mao returned to the city with his body.He watched himself being pushed to the morgue of the hospital, covered with a white cloth, and followed the police officer back to the police station.

The atmosphere in the police station is very heavy.Adam walked in and out of the door with a cold face.Hannah sat on the seat without doing anything, but stared at Zhou Mao's empty stool in a daze.

Although this is just the world in the novel, Zhou Mao still felt a little uncomfortable watching it.He tried to comfort Hannah, but no one heard what he said.

The snow gradually stopped.It was getting later and later.The people in the police station gradually got off work and went home.In the empty room, only Hannah and Zhou Mao, who looked like a ghost, were left.

The bell on the gate jingled, and Zhou Mao followed the sound.When the door was opened, his heart sank suddenly.

Paul walked in, his pale face turned reddish from the cold wind outside.

After shaking the snow off the cloak, Paul looked up at Hannah, smiled and said, "Hi, Miss Hannah. Are you on duty today?"

"Isn't Mao Mao here?" He looked around, "He's not at home, I thought he was staying at the police station for duty again."

Hannah stared blankly at Paul. "Tom's gone," she said dully.

"Not here anymore?" Paul couldn't understand Hannah's meaning, "Is Mao Mao off work already? Or," he smiled slightly: "He finally couldn't stand overtime and resigned from the police station?"

"He's not here." Hannah looked at Paul, her eyes were wide open, and she seemed to be trying to restrain herself, but tears still rolled down her cheeks: "He's not here. Tom is dead."

Paul froze for a moment, then pulled the corners of his mouth and squeezed out an extremely ugly smile: "Miss Hannah, have you also learned this kind of prank? It's not funny."

"Mr. Rousseau." Hannah's tears dripped on the table: "I know this is hard for you to accept. But Tom is really dead. His body is in the morgue of the hospital across the street. "

She stood up, looked at Paul, and shook her head sadly: "If you don't believe me, I can show you."

Paul stared blankly at Hannah, his hand suddenly grasped the corner of the clothes tightly, and then quickly let go. "Just look at it," he blinked, with a relaxed expression, and said to Hannah jokingly: "Sure enough, the police|joking is different, such a fake prank, even if it is exposed, you have to stick to it. at last."

Hannah didn't speak, opened the door, and went straight out.

Paul followed Hannah.The two walked on the snow-covered street one after the other.

"This snow is really heavy." Paul said, stepping on the ankle-deep snow.He seemed to want to chat with Hannah to ease the eerie atmosphere.However, Hannah walked silently without answering a word.Zhou Mao saw tears continuously dripping from her chin and falling into the snow.

Paul obviously also saw Hannah's tears, and his expression became a little flustered. "Maomao will be fine," he said to Hannah, as if talking to himself: "He promised me to go to the dim sum shop to line up together for a while. He won't break his promise." He raised his voice a lot, As if asking for approval: "He never broke his promise, that's something you and I can be sure of, right, Hannah?"

Hannah still didn't speak, and the two had already reached the back door of the hospital. She wiped her eyes with her cold hands, took out the key and inserted it into the door, and when she was about to turn it, her wrist was tightly held by Paul.

"What's the matter?" The relaxed expression on Paul's face was gone, he stared at Hannah, and roared angrily, "What the hell are you doing!"

His eyes were bloodshot, and his pale blue pupils lost their previous elegance.

Hannah pursed her lips tightly and kept silent, just letting the tears fall.She shook off Paul's hand, turned the key, and opened the door.

In the morgue, several beds were neatly arranged, and one of the beds seemed to be covered with something under the white cloth.Hannah stepped forward and lifted the white cloth gently.

Paul stared blankly at Hannah's movements.When his lover's pale face appeared from under the white cloth, Paul's body trembled visibly, and then he laughed exaggeratedly twice.

"This joke went too far."

He stepped forward, squatted in front of the bed, and gently pinched Zhou Mao's cold cheek, "Maomao, don't play such silly pranks, don't lie down, get up quickly."

Zhou Mao didn't respond to him.The person lying on the mortuary bed had his eyes closed, his body was cold, and he no longer looked at him tenderly, nor stroked his hair gently.He has never responded to him.

Paul's smile gradually hardened. "Maomao," his voice trembled, "don't do this. If you don't get up again, it will be 9 o'clock soon, and the dim sum you mentioned will be sold out."

He stretched out his hand and touched Zhou Mao's neck hesitantly. After shaking for a few times, he finally touched the position of the artery. After he couldn't feel the slightest sign of neck beating, Paul's eyes slowly opened wide, and he looked at the place in front of him blankly. The person was stunned for a while.

Immediately, he removed the clothes around Zhou Mao's neck, where there were two small scars, which were tooth marks familiar to Paul.

Paul stared blankly at the tooth marks, then lightly bit the back of Zhou Mao's neck according to the position of the tooth marks.

His lips stayed on Zhou Mao's skin for a moment, then he raised his head.

He closed his eyes tightly, then opened them with a relieved smile.

"It's really not Mao Mao." Paul said with a smile, but his eyes seemed to die. "Maomao's blood is warm and sweet, not this cold and bitter taste."

He shook his head: "Maomao obviously promised me to accompany me until the moment when he stopped breathing." He chuckled lightly: "That moment is still far away, how could it come so fast."

"I was almost cheated by you." He waved at Hannah. "Maomao must have been captured by another enemy of mine. I have to find him quickly."

Paul stood up. He seemed to be trying to stabilize his emotions, but he staggered unconsciously, and a furry object fell out of his cloak.

It was a young kitten, black all over, only four paws were white, as if walking on snow.

The kitten meowed and crawled towards Paul, as if it wanted to get back into his arms.Paul, however, paid no attention.

He seemed to have lost his soul, he didn't want to know anything, he couldn't feel anything.

With empty eyes, he walked numbly to the middle of the morgue and stopped, bent over mechanically, and made a gesture of farewell to Hannah.Then he staggered out of the door and disappeared into the street.

Hannah stared blankly at Paul leaving, the cat's meow brought her back to her senses, she ran to the kitten's side in two steps, and gently held it in her arms to prevent it from running into the cold snow.The kitten struggled in Hannah's arms, purring in the direction Paul left.

Hannah hugged the kitten tightly, and big tears rolled down her cheeks.She knelt down on the ground and wept bitterly.

Zhou Mao stood in the corner of the morgue, watching all this from afar.Tears had already blurred his vision.He tried to catch up to Paul, told him he wasn't really dead, but couldn't move.

As if calling a curtain call, the environment around Zhou Mao gradually became blurred.He was plunged into darkness.In the distance, a male voice slowly read the end of the story.That was not Zhou Mao's familiar narration voice.

After the heavy snow, the city returned to normal.

The No Footprint Murder remains unsolved, making it one of the city's mysteries.

However, not long after the last victim died, the stiff body of a black cat was found in an abandoned compound.It was the first sighting of a cat in the city in 10 years.

After that, miraculously, the number of cats in this city gradually increased. People like these warm and lovely creatures, but they don't know where they come from.

But the handsome Mr. Vampire who often appeared in the dark never appeared in front of the residents again.

People speculated.Everyone said that the vampire probably hated the cold and foggy city and moved to the warm south.

Someone said that the last time he saw a vampire, the vampire stopped him in the dark street and asked him if he had seen a young man with gentle green eyes.

It was not until one day that a major earthquake occurred in the city and several graves in the cemetery were turned out, that people saw the vampire again.

He closed his eyes tightly, holding a delicate urn, and seemed to be in a deep sleep.

The vampire who has lived for thousands of years, the vampire who has lived countless times, lies beside his last and only lover, quietly and motionless.

He died and never came back to life.

The author has something to say:

it's over.Not particularly cruel.

Will update as usual tomorrow.