communion

Cantrera opened his eyes suddenly, panting violently like a drowning person, and he habitually pressed his heart.

"No more..." Cantrera said to himself—every time after this dream, the boiling desire to kill disappeared, and the monster parasitic in the body did not appear.

Instead, there is sadness and sorrow that seems to be able to freeze the soul.

"Cesar..." Cantrella unconsciously read a name, and those ghostly eyes appeared in Cantrella's mind again. The five senses returned in an instant, and severe headaches and discomfort from hot and cold also appeared.

Cantrella touched his forehead, it was hot.

"Forgive me." Cantrella said, fumbled for some pills, swallowed them with the cold water on the table, wrapped himself in a blanket and continued to sleep.

The artificial sun on the horizon turned to the other side of the planet, and the hemisphere where Cantrella was located was plunged into a thick ink-like darkness. The lower city began to be chaotic day after day, and all kinds of criminals were about to move.

On the seemingly deserted street, the sound of high heels approaching from far to near, Lilim's enchanting figure is wrapped in a women's suit, and the handbag is worth a lot of money at first glance, but she herself has no scruples, as if she doesn't know the beauty of the night What happens to wealthy women in downtown.

"Lilim." A few gangsters came out of the shadows, and the tone of the beginning was frivolous and malicious, "I heard that you are just a slut who plays with people's hearts-you don't mind letting us have a taste of you Bar."

"You can try it." Lilim laughed mockingly, her red hair was as hot as fire, "Idiots."

A quarter of an hour later, Lilim licked the blood on her fingers, opened the door, threw off her high heels, and shouted indistinctly, "Cantrella, is there anything else to eat? I'm so hungry——"

no respond.

"Cantrella—Cantrella? Little bastard—"

There was no response, the lights in the room were dimmed, and it was as quiet as if no one was at home, but all of Cantrella's shoes were neatly placed in the shoe cabinet at the entrance.

Lilim felt something was wrong, went upstairs after reaching for a knife in the kitchen—assuming it was an intruder that Cantrella couldn't deal with, it would be safer to be prepared.

Prying open Cantrella's door two or three times, Lilim walked in silently. A wall lamp was lit in the room, which was warm and quiet, only the sound of Cantrella's even breathing.

"Really, it turned out that I was asleep, and I was taken aback." Lilim put down the knife and patted Cantrella, "Wake up."

Cantrella didn't respond.

Lilim turned on the light, saw his abnormally red cheeks, and touched Cantrera's forehead, "Hiss, it's so hot."

"The big thing is not good." In Lilim's memory, Cantrella almost never got sick, and it was the first time that she fell into a coma with a fever. "Wait, I'll contact Father Ryder."

In today's world, due to years of large-scale wars, medical resources are extremely scarce, and almost all of them are in the hands of the clergy in the upper urban areas of every city. If people in the lower urban areas want to see a doctor or treat wounds, they can only find some "amateur doctors." ——But Lilim suspected that the number of people they saved was far less than the number of people they killed. She didn't feel at ease handing Cantrella to those "butchers". Fortunately, as a "famous" intelligence dealer, she invited a priest to come It is not difficult to make a doctor's visit in the downtown area.

The communicator was connected, not by Ryder, but by a little girl who claimed to be an assistant. She told Lilim in a panic that an important person in the upper city suddenly became seriously ill, and the priests were busy resuscitating him and could not escape.

After hanging up the phone, Lilim scratched her hair and walked around the living room in a daze—she knew nothing about seeing a doctor, "It's too bad, let's grab an amateur first, Cantrella, you can't help it!" Don't worry about it."

Lilim walked out while talking, just as she touched the doorknob, there was a knock on the door at the same time.

"Who?"

"Ceizer."

"Father?" Lilim frowned.

"Yes."

"What are you here for?" Lilim had always believed in Cantrella's intuition, and became more wary of him.

"You have patients who need my care." César was not angry at Lilim's impolite words, and there was even a trace of joy hidden in his indifferent tone.

"How do you know..." Lilim put away her bloody expression and opened the door for Cesar - this was the first time she was so close to Cesar, the man in front of her was impeccable both in appearance and demeanor, but it made him Lilim felt a chill, followed by fear like a tarsal maggot.

Lilim stood on the same front as Cantrera in an instant, and she reached out to stop César.

"what happened?"

"You go." Lilim tried to maintain a natural look, "It's not a serious illness, it's just a cold."

"I'm already here." César looked at Lilim with a dangerous tone.

Lilim knew that she was in trouble, and she couldn't avoid it anyway, so she could only take a tough attitude to stop César, "Don't force me." She said.

"You can't stop me." Faced with Lilim's threat, César suddenly smiled.

Lilim felt cold all over, but still insisted: "How will you know if you don't try."

"Then try?" César lowered his voice, his right eye turned bright golden, "Fifth Generation."

Lilim's pupils dilated slightly, the expression on his face was extremely tangled, and finally he let go of his hands weakly, "If you dare to hurt him, I will fight you to the death."

"Don't worry." César said as he walked to Cantrella's room familiarly.

Lilim: "..." It seemed like I missed a hundred million.

In the room, César didn't do anything, just gave Cantrella an injection.

"Don't you even check?" Lilim couldn't help questioning César.

"No need." César looked very happy, "Anyway, I did it."

Lilim didn't expect César to be so frank—or to be so unscrupulous, and was momentarily choked and speechless.

After the injection, Cantrella's fever receded at a speed visible to the naked eye. César observed it for a while and drew another small tube of blood.

"What are you doing?" Lilim was very alert.

"Further confirmation." César dripped blood into the glass dish, stretched out his finger and shook it, and the drop of blood flowed with César's finger as if he had come alive, very obedient.

Lilim covered her mouth, "Cantrella...he..."

"From me."