Brother he died again [Quick Transmigration]

The bell of Santa Maria del Fiore rang midnight, startling the birds on the dome, and lying quietly on the white marble railing was a black letter with a bat printed on red wax.

The constellation of Ursa Minor circulates in the night, and the city of Lenza under the stars is different from the warmth and enthusiasm under the sun. The red roofs are stacked and intertwined like tangled dodders.Suddenly a black shadow climbed over the handrail and entered the bell tower.The door of the church was closed at midnight. Song Nian walked on the roof of the hall and climbed up the big dome that will become a world cultural heritage in the future. Human reason made him tremble with fear at every step, but the vampire's physique made all this seem light.

"A group of old-fashioned people who don't know what the invention of the telephone is for." Song Nian muttered, and opened the envelope. It was a piece of yellowed papyrus, and the jagged edges seemed to be torn from a certain book.On the pages of the book, there are some decompositions of geometric figures, just like a mathematician's manuscript. Looking at the manuscript through light, the watermark of the iris emblem of the La Fontaine family appears.There was a sentence written on the letterhead: "Remind the Earl of Rensa to fulfill the agreement." Only one neatly written surname was left in the signature-Vanzhuo.

Fanzhuo has always been regarded as the leader of the vampire secret party. The members of the family are either nobles or dignitaries from all walks of life. They formulate the precepts that all kinds of vampires need to abide by, just like the internal justice.Although the secret party is called the secret party, all vampires know of its existence, including some alchemists.The origin of vampires is complicated, some are ghosts, some people become ghosts, and some resemble humans and ghosts.Perhaps the wisdom of freedom often needs to be restrained for a long time, and it will be in order after the division of classes.Vampires have their own social structure, as partisan as human society.

In the story track of the novel, Song Nian is an investigator investigating cases under the jurisdiction of the Elders’ Court. He knows a thing or two about the competition among the various factions. There is no public standard, and everything is decided by the elders' house. Vampires who become investigators can get certain help in life from the elders' house, such as providing blood supplies.Therefore, investigators can easily integrate into human society and hide their identities.

As for the Duke of Rensa mentioned in the letter, he is an old nobleman living in Rensa. The story of the La Fontaine family can start before the Middle Ages.According to legend, the city of Lensa is the fiefdom of this family, so it is called the Earl of Lensa.However, the most high-profile moment in the old earl's life should be after he passed away at the age of 80. The obituary occupied a small page in the social section of Tomorrow's "News", and then according to the old earl's will, his family donated a batch of letters to the Church of San Lorenzo.In the old earl's will, there were even gifts to the cook and the housekeeper, but he was vague when distributing the inheritance to his family. He only designated a few valuable paintings and jewelry, and the remaining huge family property and the title of earl It was all given to Demont La Fontaine.La Fontaine Jr., who inherited the title, attended the funeral, and after taking away the will, he left Rensa non-stop, traveling around many places.

Song Nian looked at the black letterhead and sighed.At this moment, a shooting star flashed by the constellation of Ursa Minor, and the lingering sound of the bell had already fallen for a quarter of an hour. In his dream, the old earl heard the angel in the corner playing the harp music he heard when he was a child. Rise—The old earl is dead.As for the agreement, it was still hidden in Song Zhiyu's unfinished ending, just like the night sky, where there is no light except for the twinkling stars.Song Nian had no way to get past the letter and inform the old earl to fulfill the agreement.The letter seems to implicate only La Fontaine and Vatican. Once the investigation is started, it will be found that the network of relationships is as criss-crossed as the old streets of Lunza City. Song Nian is not sure that he will cross the street without looking at the traffic lights.All he can do at this moment is wait until the butler finds out that the old earl has not woken up from his dream, wait for the will to be read, and wait for everything to happen.But he doesn't want to passively wait uselessly, he has someone he cares about waiting for him to go back.And what is the perfect ending to fulfilling the conditions?What is Zhiyu's desired ending?Song Nian leaned against the cold stone pillar and unconsciously crumpled a corner of the letter paper.

When Song Zhiyu got out from behind Notte's glass door, many people's nightlife might have just begun.

Zhiyu was born in the city of Lunsa, but he studied abroad when he was a teenager, and later was admitted to the music academy in country E with excellent grades, and the distance from home has changed from a few miles to thousands of miles.After this Christmas, he will be graduating.As early as last year, Song Zhiyu passed an interview and joined the Ivan Theater Company. This time he returned to Lensa because the theater company was on tour. Tomorrow night was the first time he took off his role as a substitute and played a role in an opera.

Walking on the streets of Lunsa City, Song Zhiyu was a little sad to find that many childhood memories could not be verified.Uncle Donna's bakery was moved from the square to a newly built department store, wires were interspersed in the already somewhat disordered alleys, and the old city seemed to have entered the age of large industry with its stubborn residual warmth.Fortunately, there are always some places in time and space where the pause button is pressed, the melodious sound of the violin in front of the Neptune fountain, the punctual bell of the cathedral, and the piano in the bar that is always out of tune.Thinking of the piano, Song Nian's eyes full of steam suddenly appeared in Song Zhiyu's mind.Touching the key in his pocket that his father handed over to him in the morning, Song Zhiyu opened the door.

The old wooden floor creaked, and a gray felt hat hung on a coat hook by the door.Song Zhiyu walked into the living room, it was very quiet, only a floor lamp was on, the man was sitting on the sofa, motionless, suddenly his body sank.Song Zhiyu smiled slightly and walked forward.Song Qiuyuan woke up from a short sleep, still holding a book in his hand, pushed the glasses that had slipped to the tip of his nose, got up and picked up the water glass on the table, and found that it was cold.

"Let me get you a hot cup."

"Okay, when will you be back?"

"just."

"Oh, good. This book is so boring it makes me sleepy."

"The "Management Regulations" are really boring, Mr. Supervisor." Song Zhiyu briskly took the water glass and turned to go to the kitchen.

Song Qiuyuan is the current director of San Lorenzo Church. He joined the job as a researcher ten years ago, and the old director recommended him after his honorable retirement this year.There are many large and small museums and churches in the city of Lensa, and all kinds of materials preserved in them are of great research value. Although Song Qiuyuan doesn't like management affairs, as an excellent researcher, he manages this old building well. Churches are significant.Unlike the previous environment where he devoted himself to research, Song Qiuyuan, who is about to turn 50, has to devote more energy to fields other than research.However, the rare return home of his son, who has been away for many years, brightened his mood a lot.

After handing over the water glass, Song Zhiyu took out the performance ticket that had been stored for a long time from his pocket, "Mr. Supervisor, do you have time to watch a performance tomorrow night at [-]:[-]?"

"Great, when I met Edie in the office today, she was still complaining that she couldn't get tickets for the theater. I'll be there on time, don't worry."

"The tickets for the front row are sold out, and the head of the group specially left me a ticket for the box on the second floor. The viewing angle should be good."

"The last time I saw a performance was when you participated in the Easter community chorus, and you were singing out of tune." Song Qiuyuan took off his glasses and raised his eyebrows and laughed.

"Okay, if you let tomorrow's audience hear it, you can go directly to the front row and take a seat."

The father and son who hadn't seen each other for a long time suddenly didn't know how to proceed with the conversation. Song Qiuyuan carefully put the ticket into the briefcase, and Song Zhiyu pinched the corner of his clothes and rubbed it subconsciously.The gazes of the two intersected and avoided in the narrow space.At last the eleven o'clock chime in the living room broke the silence.

"It's eleven o'clock, take a bath and go to bed early."

"you too."

The father and son turned around and walked to their respective rooms.

"Good night, my child."

Song Zhiyu paused in the middle of the stairs, and turned around to find that Song Qiuyuan was no longer as young as he remembered, but his eyes were still looking at him with tenderness, like a fir tree that had just sprouted in spring.

"Sweet dreams, Dad." He responded with a smile.

Song Zhiyu fell on the bed in the bedroom on the second floor and buried his face in the quilt.Although he has been away from home for a long time, he has never stopped communicating with his father in letters. His mother passed away early when he was a child, and the relevant memories are pitifully vague.The silence downstairs made Song Zhiyu clearly feel that the distance of thousands of miles over the years lies in the relationship between him and his father, and this place cannot be easily crossed by relying on a few words.But he is not in a hurry, there is a long vacation waiting for him.In a daze, Song Zhiyu just fell asleep.

What he didn't know was that God had other plans for this.

The clock downstairs struck twelve.