The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Hitomi announced that he will make a big movie about werewolves thousands of years ago, no need to shoot, and the material will be prepared by him.The protagonist of the story is a werewolf, a dark creature living in the snowy region, and the witness of the whole story is...

Arecio.

This news caused a "pupil earthquake" on the social platform "pupil".

【Report!The trailer was forwarded by the conservation center! 】

[What about the time?Has the time run out? 】

[The sisters above seem to be in the middle of next month at the latest. 】

【Today, it seems that they don’t plan to let me sleep again. The attention center was hacked yesterday, and today I frantically scrolled through movie trailers. 】

[I really want to watch the movie of the dark creatures from ten thousand years ago!Daddy Hitomi please ask for a whole series, please? !I'll buy!I buy them all! 】

Unlike "Flower of the Sky" this time, Hitomi didn't let anyone participate in the production, but just kept silent, organizing and editing the massive video data stored internally.

The carnival on the Internet and Hitomi's intensive behind-the-scenes activities have nothing to do with Arecio for the time being.There was nothing to do in the center for the time being, so he and the neuropathy returned home almost two days later.Luzius first paid attention to the vegetables in the small flowerbed to confirm that they were growing well, and then the optical brain he placed in the house suddenly rang.

He still had dirt on his hands, so he called out to Arecio.

"Aresi, pick up the communication."

Alessio carried a bowl of crispy roasted almonds, and jumped down from the second floor to pick up the communication.

"Which one? This place is crazy."

"...?"

The delivery boy on the opposite side slowly tapped out a question mark.

Arecio was enjoying the joy of smearing neuropathy. He suddenly saw the saint rushing in with mud in his hands. He immediately turned on the speaker and turned over the sofa dexterously. The almonds on the left hand were not scattered at all.The saint glanced at him, and instead of continuing to chase, he replied to the light brain.

"Sorry, the kids at home were joking just now."

The boy who delivered the meal put away his question mark and first expressed his apology.Yesterday, the store was nervously paying attention to the real-time situation of the attack on the conservation center. Almost all the orders were not delivered. Today, I specially sent an extra lobster as an apology.

Ruzius then turned to Aresio again, and the ear tips of the blood clan moved slightly, obviously hearing the call and being quite interested in the lobster.

The saint suddenly smiled.

"……Neuropathy?"

Arecio crushed an almond in his mouth. Hearing the "click" sound of bone conduction in his ears, he wondered whether he would bow to the neuropathy because of the lobster.

"You decided that night? Isn't there only one per person per day?"

He is still dying, what if the crazy tricks him into playing?

"It's only one a day." The saint said quietly, "But I met an acquaintance, and bought another one with his quota. I didn't expect to send two over by accident. It's a shame that one person eats two A bit much."

Of course, this is just to show off!He then smiled lightly, very politely.

"I forgot, there is no one here."

"..."

Arecio was so angry that he ate almonds and bit his own mouth.

"but……"

Aresio immediately pricked up his ears.

"If you are willing to give me the almonds, it's not impossible to discuss."

"..."

"give or not?"

"……Do not."

"The lobsters are all mine?"

"...Ugh."

In front of the almond and the lobster, Arecio reluctantly gave up the almond and turned to the lobster's embrace.He was a little annoyed when he bit the lobster. The usual small wounds don't need to consume strength to heal quickly, so the bite wounds in his mouth would occasionally touch the rich and spicy sauce, which made him feel very sad.

But the lobster is really delicious.

After eating this hard-won dinner, Arecio huddled on the sofa and shut himself up. The almonds were gone, he was a little listless, and his mouth hurt, what kind of pain was born.

The saint was watching him while washing the dishes, and seeing the blood race huddled up on the sofa in frustration, he couldn't help laughing.He glanced at the almonds that were put on hand to prevent the vampires from stealing them, and it wasn't that he couldn't return them to Arresi, but he had seen Arreci eating almonds for many days, so it's better to set some restrictions on snacks.

He casually drew a cat.jpg and pasted it on the refrigerator. He took out some potions that he had made a while ago from the refrigerator, took some sugar and other things, and within a short time, a plate of emerald pudding was placed on the table. On the low table in front of Aresio.

"Don't even think about almonds, pudding is fine." Seeing that the blood race didn't even look up, he fumbled for a spoon on the table while shutting himself up. "Don't lie down and eat, sit up."

...No!

Luzius' communication rang again. He glanced at the content and found that it was from Marshal Olsen.

"I'm going out for a while, to the military headquarters." He got up and put on his travel coat. "I'll probably be back in the morning. I'll take the almonds away. Remember to eat the pudding. There are still some in the refrigerator."

Didn't the fangs bite the mouth?It would be better to eat some pudding mixed with potions.

Arecio had reached for the spoon, but still looked up at him.Crazy, this is too dedicated, and I have to go out at night.

After a slight sound of closing the door, Alessio slowly slid from the sofa to the floor.Now no one cares about him, he can eat lying down if he wants to. Almonds can also be re-ordered, and it only takes less than an hour for the robot to deliver them to the door.

But he suddenly felt a little bored, so he sat up and ate the pudding without buying new almonds.

The neuropathy is gone, and the whole house is a little quiet.At this time in the past, even if he was upstairs, he could still hear the slight movement of the oven, and then the aroma of sweet custard would rise up. It was the toast that the neurotic was baking for the next morning.With the laziness of the blood race, it is really difficult for Arecio to understand the enthusiasm of human beings. He always prepares for tomorrow's affairs, and always stays up late to deal with some things.

He puts the empty dishes in the sink, and the automatic dishwasher runs right away, returning them clean to the rack.There was a large refrigerator next to it. Alessio opened it. This was the first time he opened the door of the refrigerator. The kitchen was almost considered by him to be the territory of a neurotic. He always kept his own snacks in the room.

There are many layers of refrigerators, and the raw materials and finished products are clearly separated.The pudding is placed in the most convenient place to reach for it, and a small light-colored paper sign is pasted on the pudding plate, which says "There is a potion".Looking to the two sides, there are baked biscuits and snacks, dried meat and dried fruit, and paper signs are carefully pasted on the side.

【like to eat. 】

【is acceptable. 】

[Not very good. 】

all of them……

Arecio's favorite.

The blood race slowly closed the refrigerator door, with his hands resting on the door, but his cheeks began to flush.He himself felt the rising heat, so embarrassing that he almost wanted him to stop this useless human-simulating function, but in the end he just pressed the back of his hand against it, trying to ease the temperature on the side of his face with the cool back of his hand.

He seemed to be pulled back to the scene of the press conference again. In the quietness with slight noise, the saint said softly:

【...Aren't you afraid? 】

He put his head on the refrigerator door.

He seems to be mentally ill...

kinda...

The military department sent a car to pick it up, and Luzius quickly arrived at the military headquarters, and his griffin was temporarily raised here to recover.Olsen invited him over late at night, mainly for Zhu Heng.This time the temple finally revealed the tip of the iceberg, and they needed to seize every opportunity to deal with this dangerous organization.

Zhu Heng is undoubtedly a very suitable candidate.Theo used him and despised him. Most importantly, Zhu Heng was familiar with the temple. As long as the military put in effort to send him in, Zhu Heng would become a nail in the heart of the temple.

The military is ready for a new identity.

In the quiet and pale temporary detention place, Luzius saw Zhu Heng.The military department has been very polite to the doctor, and only put electronic shackles on his hands. The old marshal is talking to him, and his expression is very relaxed.

"Come here?" He greeted kindly, and then turned his gaze to Zhu Heng, "I have talked with Dr. Zhu a lot, and I have a deeper understanding of his determination. The military department will provide all assistance, and the next thing is still to come." to bother you more."

After all, Luzius was the hunter of the temple ten thousand years ago. Even though the times have changed, the old marshal still believes that the current temple retains at least some things from the original temple, which is the only thing they can grasp at present.

Luzius nodded slightly, and the old marshal left, leaving only him and Zhu Heng in the room.He sat down on the chair in front of Zhu Heng, raised his eyes slightly, and greeted him naturally.

"I wish the doctor."

Zhu Heng smiled, and he gently raised the topic.

"For the next few days, I'm afraid that Mr. Ruzius will have to face me every day." He smiled slightly, "Please, teach me as much as possible, those who can... help under Theo's supervision You, and then completely overthrow his things."

He often gives psychological counseling to dark creatures, and his temperament is gentle and harmless, so it is usually easy to bring the rhythm of the conversation.But he looked at the expressionless face of the opposite saint, smiled wryly and gave up.

"Aresi is right, you really are very guarded against me."

The doctor's keen observation made him notice that when the saint on the opposite side heard the name "Aresi", his expression changed slightly for the first time.Before that, the saint was like unbreakable ice, seemingly transparent, but in fact he was harshly resisting the outside world.

It was not the first time that Zhu Heng had noticed this matter. He had noticed it when he was counseling the insomniac Luzius earlier.

"With all due respect, before we begin, may I digress a bit."

The saint raised his eyes slightly to look at him, and nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay.

"Actually, you are not only guarding against and doubting me, are you?" Zhu Heng said softly, "The expressions and body language you occasionally show almost mean that you lack basic trust in the whole world in which you live."

"Maybe it's just my intuitive feeling, but I'm afraid you also have doubts about Ellie, Marshal Olsen, and even more people."

Luzius turned his pen around, his sky-colored eyes were light and beautiful. Many people would be bewitched by this glowing appearance, believing from the bottom of their hearts that this is a noble saint, just like those legendary heroes Average, strong, fearless, caring for others.But Zhu Heng could see the deep indifference in those beautiful eyes.

"With all due respect..." he murmured, "I'm afraid you rarely care about anyone other than Arecio."

When these words landed, Zhu Heng saw the saint on the opposite side nodding.

"Yes." Ruzius admitted frankly, "I pay very little attention to others."

His frank and natural attitude made Zhu Heng feel horrified by this cruel educational method.

"Who educated you like this... This is the only situation I have ever seen in my life. It needs to be instilled from an early age to form... Distorted..." Zhu Heng's voice was already trembling, and then he himself Thought of the answer.

"It's... the temple..."

Zhu Heng has never clearly realized what kind of organization the temple is like at this moment.

"Although it seems to be a digression, we have accidentally entered today's topic." Luzius said lightly, "Then, let's start here. I think the process of cultivating exclusive hunters in the temple ten thousand years ago is a good one." The entry point is the one I am most familiar with, and we will start from here."

He took a sip of water and said in a chatty manner:

"I remember that there were more than 80 children in our group. More than two-thirds of them died in the cruel training and trials, and the rest who survived became hunters at worst."

He talked about the things, the regulations, the admonitions he had seen in the temple, some death, some strife.From his gentle narration, Zhu Heng gradually outlined the image of a giant in his mind.The belief of the people who own this giant monster seems to be covered with the light of holy compassion, but at the same time, it is ambitious and unscrupulous, and attributes all sacrifices to the glory of God's bloodshed.

"My linguistics teacher once counted that the word I utter the most in a day is 'Arecio'." The saint described this past event as an episode, "In the first ten years of my life, I have been I wondered what kind of man that would be; and when I saw him, I thought, 'This is the man.' He was exactly as I imagined him, as I dreamed, and all my knowledge It can be proven in him, and beating him means the end of my life."

Zhu Heng remained silent for a long time. He lowered his head, only his pupils trembling slightly.

"A hunter succeeded, and I envied him very much." The saint continued to narrate, "The temple held a grand ceremony for him. Although he didn't smile at the beginning, he smiled at the end. He must be so happy that Couldn't make a face at first."

"I think..." Zhu Heng's trembling voice interrupted his narration.This is unprecedented, because Zhu Heng is a very gentle person, and he is willing to listen. His abnormal behavior made Luzius stop talking and stare at him quietly.

"Is that person also a dedicated hunter? He... killed his destined blood family?"

"……Yes."

After getting the answer, Zhu Heng looked as if he was about to cry.

"What a... what a big mistake..."

He said in a low trembling voice.

"That hunter should really not be able to laugh."

"I'm a doctor, and I'm familiar with people's psychology. After implementing the full set of training methods in the temple, that [destiny] will overwhelm everything in the hunter's heart. This is the root of indifference and even suspicion towards the surroundings, and..."

"That [destiny], like a white whale or a swan, is in the deep sea or far away in the sky, making hunters chase it all their lives."

"You will gradually understand everything about [Destiny], their legends and deeds, their joys and sorrows. When you finally see them, all the understanding of the past is like a key entering a suitable lock cylinder, fastened one by one , confirmed one by one."

"Then in a split second, my heart fluttered and I couldn't help myself."

He raised his head, looked directly at Luzius, and looked directly at those sky-colored eyes that were rarely shaken.

He let out a sigh, for all the hunters who possessed [Destiny]——

"You probably..."

"Will fall in love with him."