Lost in blood

Before Nas had time to respond to the phrase "Daddy", West Asia had already grabbed a ball of lightning and threw it over.

The silver light split the floor, emitting bursts of black smoke, but the child was safe and sound. He looked at Nass aggrievedly, "Daddy, Mommy bullied me."

"Why are you here!" West Asia said angrily.

"Of course I came to see my legendary daddy." The child's eyes were watery.

"Who is he?" Nass asked.

"Monster." West Asia threw out two words.

"..." The child frowned and covered his chest, expressing that he was in pain now.

Looking at that pink skin and watery eyes, it was really hard for Nass to associate him with a monster.

"Let's go." Ciara picked up Nass, "Don't pay attention to him."

"But I heard that there is fresh blood today." The child blocked the door, obviously not intending to get out of the way.

"I'll have someone send two blood slaves to your castle." West Asia said impatiently, "Can you disappear?"

The child smiled evilly, revealing two pointed fangs.

Nas was a little surprised, another blood race?

"Daddy, treat my mommy well!" The child waved his hand at Nasi, and disappeared into the barrier in an instant.

"Why are you called Mummy?" Nass was puzzled by this title.

"He is Yaramayahu, a branch of the blood race, and he will never grow up." Xia explained very depressed, "Once he was injured, I was the one who saved him, and then he kept calling me Mommy!"

Nass didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"People in this clan are all lunatics." Xi Ya walked out with him, "Today he just wants some blood, don't worry about it."

"Where are you going now?" Nass asked.

"Go back to the castle." Sia snapped her fingers, and immediately a hell horse came galloping from the sky with a carriage, "Hungry, those blood slaves should have arrived."

In the gloomy blood castle, there are already more than a dozen humans waiting, including politicians, wealthy businessmen, and movie stars. It would definitely be shocking news in the human world, but Nass has no time to care about this at all, his mind is full of other things. One thing, "Do you need to suck so much blood at once?"

"No." Xia curled her lips, "I hate to suck all the blood except yours, so every time I need to find a lot of people, and finally pick the one that is barely pleasing to the eye, so as to ensure that I don't spit it out."

That moment felt guilty.

"What do you think of that?" Siya pointed to a dark-haired girl.

Nas was a little surprised. The girl in front of her looked only seventeen or eighteen years old. Why did she sell her soul to the devil?

"She wants to be a singer, but unfortunately she doesn't have a good voice, and she doesn't want to work hard." Xia Xia was a little contemptuous, "So there is nothing to be pitied about."

The other blood slaves who were not selected automatically exited the room, and the black-haired girl walked up to Xia, her slender neck showing sideways, without a trace of fear, obviously she had been here many times.

Nas sighed inwardly, watching Xia stab her fangs into her body.

Blood flowed into her mouth continuously, and the girl's face gradually turned pale. The moment she was about to pass out, Xia finally stopped eating.

The butler immediately summoned a group of bats and took the girl down.

"Okay?" Nass reached out his hand to help him wipe off a little blood on his mouth.

"It's not delicious at all." Xi Ya felt aggrieved, she must be the only blood clan in the world who can't get enough to eat.

"Do you want me to draw some blood for you?" Nass thought of a compromise, "If you don't bite me directly, you should be fine, right?"

"No." Xia threw herself into his arms, "I'm tired, take me to sleep."

"Why not?" Nass was puzzled.

"I just don't want it!" West Asia shook him capriciously, "I don't want the blood drawn from the syringe!"

"But--"

"If you don't want it, don't!" Xia covered his mouth, "Take me back to the bedroom!!"

Nas sighed and had no choice but to walk back with him in his arms.

Xi Ya nestled in his arms, her heart felt a little warm, a little sweet, and a little painful—fool, how important is blood to human beings, how could I promise you.

After putting him in the coffin, Nass took the blanket and covered him.Although there is no body temperature, Xi Ya likes to sleep by holding things, so she has become one of the rare blood races who need to cover themselves with quilts to sleep.

Frankly speaking, Nass thinks this bug is quite cute - of course, if the quilt is replaced with a big bear, it will probably be even cuter.

"What about you?" Sia asked.

"I'll read the book after you fall asleep." Nass bowed his head and kissed him softly, "Have a good rest."

"No, you've been reading the book for a whole day!" Xia stretched out her hand and dragged him into the coffin by surprise, "Now sleep with me!"

Nass was a little helpless, "Do you know that as a man, it would be embarrassing to be dragged around by you like this?"

"You can get it back in other ways." Thea nudged him with her knee and chuckled.

"But I want to wait until I have the ability to protect you." Nas hugged him.

Xi Ya heard the words and was very depressed.If his dark attribute never recovered, wouldn't he have to wait until eternity without his body? !

This kind of setting was too scary, so that night, Nass was kicked out of the bedroom by Sia.

"Go and read to me! Don't come back if you can't finish reading!"

The hell horse took Nass to the top of the Temple of the Undead once again.

The night watchman of the library was a white-haired elf. Although he was puzzled by his behavior of running to read books in the middle of the night, he dutifully opened the door.

Compared with the simple history of the Dark Spirit family, the blood family is much more complicated. It not only lasts longer, but also has more branches. The library even opened up a special area for the blood family, so that readers can look it up as quickly as possible.

After picking out a few books at random, Nass walked back to the reading room, only to find that there was a child with big eyes and white skin—the blood race he had seen during the day.

"Yara Mayah?" Nass remembered his name.

"You can call me Yala." The young-toothed blood race who is already thousands of years old smiled, "Why don't you accompany Mommy?"

"He fell asleep." Nass sat on the sofa, "Are you reading too?"

"No." Yala smiled evilly, "Mummy is so stingy, just give me two blood slaves, even if I suck all the blood, I won't be full."

"So?" Nass frowned.

"Daddy, I'm so hungry..." Yala leaned forward with a smirk, a red-eyed ghost with sharp fangs sticking out of her mouth, "Give me a bite, okay?"

Nass raised his mouth and lowered his head to turn the pages of the book.Until the cold teeth were close to the carotid artery, there was still no reaction.

"Hey, don't be so boring." Yala was very frustrated, and withdrew her fangs, "I will bite you!"

"You won't." Nass closed the book, "If you really want to bite me, you shouldn't have such a long opening sentence. Also, although your eyes are scary, the mischievous elements in them are not well hidden."

"Humans always like to play this kind of boring psychoanalysis." Yala pouted.

"It's not boring at all." Nass leaned on the sofa, "In a sense, psychology and logic are human magic, we rely on it to infer unknown things."

"Deduce the unknown?" Yala's big eyes were a little dazed, "For example?"

"It can help doctors understand the cause of a person, help teachers understand the potential of students, and the police can also deduce the murderer based on this, and even—"

"Wait!" Yara cut him off, screaming.

"What's wrong?" Nass was surprised.

"Can you know who the murderer is?" Yara was emotional.

"It depends." Nass was a little puzzled, "Is there something wrong?"

Yala waved her hand out of thin air, and immediately there were a lot of photos on the table.

"Do you know who killed her?" Yara sat down beside him.

Nas took the stack of photos and only looked at the first one, and immediately felt a strong sense of discomfort in his stomach.

The young woman was lying in a pool of blood, with dozens of wounds, large and small, and her limbs were almost cut off by a knife.What's even more frightening is that these photos are all solidified by magic, so they seem to be watching the scene vividly.

"Who is she?" Nass asked.

"Good friend, I always call her sister." Yala's eyes were flushed, "It is an ordinary human being who was killed at home in the United States more than 100 years ago. I was not at home at the time. The police could not find the murderer, and neither did I A way to use magic to find him!"

"In more than 100 years, even if the murderer was not caught, he would have already died." Nass handed him a glass of wine, "Calm down."

"Even if he dies, I will throw his soul into the hell mastiff group!" Yala was emotional.

"...Is there any other information?" Seeing that this girl was very important to him, Nass decided to help.

Yala nodded, and stretched out her hand to grab a large stack of documents—it was the case records of the police station back then.

At that time, the technology was not developed enough, so the information was not detailed, but Nass still deduced something from it.

"Your sister's property didn't suffer any loss, so the murderer didn't do it for money, but simply wanted to kill. The deceased had just moved to this city for less than a month, and he was very kind and honest, so the possibility of vendetta was ruled out." Scribbled on the paper, "Murder without reason, we can infer that the murderer has mental illness, depression or mania, about 30 years old, pale skin, and very thin."

"Why?" Yala was puzzled. "It's understandable to have mental illness, but what about the rest?"

"The formation period of human depression is about 20 years old, and there is usually a ten-year incubation period. In the few years since your sister was killed, there were no other similar cases in this area, so this should be his first crime. Suffering from People with this type of disease don't interact with other people, so they spend most of their time at home, resulting in pale skin; eating irregularly, so they will be very thin."

"What else can you see?" Yala began to think that Nass was very useful.

"The murder method is cruel and illogical, which shows that his mental illness is already very serious, so he has to rely on these extreme methods to vent his inner negative emotions, and before that he has not completely gone crazy, so it is very likely that he will Seek help from a psychiatrist, maybe you can check who has seen a psychiatrist during this time period."

"But that's a huge area." Yala frowned, "Even with magic, I can't see the mental health records of the whole United States during this period."

"You can narrow down the scope." Nass handed him a case record, "It says that the left hand of the deceased was taken away by the murderer, and the police did not find it nearby, so it is very likely that he brought it back to the residence as his It can be inferred that he lived alone. Considering the immigration situation in this area at that time, he was probably at the bottom of society, so if he needed to see a psychiatrist, he would definitely turn to the local welfare agency, otherwise he would not be able to afford the high cost. "

"What about the area?" Yara asked again.

"Because there are usually many people in the house your sister rents, and she is only left alone to look after the house every Friday. The murderer can't just pass by by chance. Before that, he obviously had a long period of observation, so he should I live near here." Nass wrote down all the inferences on a piece of paper, tore it off and handed it to Yala, "Try it, maybe you will find the murderer who killed your sister."

Yara almost snatched the page, turned around and jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the night in a blink of an eye.

"He has been looking for the murderer for a full 100 years." Xia leaned against the door, wearing only a black nightgown, "I hope you can help him this time."

"Why did you come?" Nass was surprised.

"I can't sleep without you." Xia came over and gently approached his arms, "Honey, I love you."

Nass smiled and lowered his head to kiss his soft hair.

"Well, I love you too."