The Son of the Cthulhu must be saved [Quick Transmigration]

Another murder happened.

Ruan Mobei looked at the reports on the news page, saved the pictures of the crime scene, and closed the smart bracelet.

Under his hard work, He Songming finally returned the smart bracelet to him, but once again warned Ruan Mobei not to get involved in the murder of Rui Zixing. A dime is gone.

Now Ruan Mobei, as a blood slave, must listen to him.

Ruan Mobei promised very well, and his abacus was clattering. After he got the bracelet back, how could He Songming know what he had searched in private.

The frequency of homicides is increasing. At the beginning, it was once every half a month, and gradually became once a week. Recently, it has even become that every two days, a person will die tragically in a corner that cannot be detected by surveillance.

All kinds of buildings perfectly cover the eyes of the satellites in the sky, only to see the victims walking into the alley alone in the middle of the night, and when they are found again, they have turned into corpses.

From the press conference held by the police, Ruan Mobei knew that they had no clue about the case so far. No matter how they profiled and followed the surveillance to find possible murderers, they could not lock down the suspect.

Three full months have passed without any progress. Residents on Raiz are shrouded in great panic. The business of bars, nightclubs and hotels has been hit hard. Solve the case and give them a safe living environment.

Ruan Mobei sorted out the key materials collected and put them in the drawer of the bedside table in his bedroom, a place that He Songming probably wouldn't find.

It's not that he has any special attachment to work. In the small world, he only needs to establish a good relationship with He Songming and get soul fragments from him.

But in the dark, Ruan Mobei always feels that this series of murders is not that simple, they are inextricably related to him, if he can detect the mystery behind it, maybe it can help him better explore the memory fragments. the truth.

He still hasn't forgotten the last figure that appeared in the eyepiece in the last world. The pig man in a black suit was holding a dark sniper rifle. He stood on the opposite building and sniped him with a reinforced bullet. .

According to the current clues, this murder probably had something to do with the blood clan, but Ruan Mobei always felt that there were other things involved.

It's like the pigman that suddenly appeared.

He stood up and went out to the corridor. He Songming had already returned and was sitting at the table in the hall watching the news.The blood race's legs were crossed, holding a black cup in his hand, the liquid contained in it was probably refrigerated blood.

There are three refrigerators in the kitchen, one contains human food, and the other two are full of bags of blood. There are also many letters of unknown meaning marked on the bags, which look like they were taken from a hospital.

After these two days of observation, He Songming needs to ingest about 200ml of blood per day. As he said, if he really ingests all of it from Ruan Mobei, Ruan Mobei will cause various complications due to excessive blood loss after a week. .

To He Songming, he is more like a delicacy that needs to be savored carefully. Although the amount of intake is small, every time he eats, he enjoys it.

Even if the blood race starves for a long time, it should not cause life-threatening. He Songming probably didn't know how to find prey to eat when he was young. He was in a state of constant sweating and weakness for a long time, as if he would faint at any time. .

Ruan Mobei didn't know how long they could endure without eating, but it seemed that a month or two would not be a problem.

Only now, the word "blood crisis" has been permanently removed from He Songming's dictionary. He has inexhaustible blood and a human blood slave who can produce blood at any time.

Ruan Mobei went downstairs and came to He Songming's side. Since he was half-deceived and half-forced into going to bed twice, He Songming's attitude has softened a lot, and he usually put on a cold face. It's his habit. When he really does things, he is no longer so tough.

He Songming didn't even lift his eyes when he heard Ruan Mobei coming, he was still staring at the headline report on the electronic newspaper, but the slight fluctuation of the crimson liquid in the cup betrayed his unsteady hand.

Ruan Mobei moved the electronic screen slightly with a wave of his hand, turned around, and sat directly on He Songming's lap, as naturally as drinking water and eating.

The sudden approach of the warm human body forced He Songming to look away from the screen. His hand holding the cup froze in the air, and he didn't know whether to put it down or continue drinking.

If you bring the cup to your lips, your arms will definitely surround Ruan Mobei. If you don't drink, Ruan Mobei doesn't know how proud he will be when he sees that he is affected.

Soon, He Songming didn't care about the cup, because Ruan Mobei put his arms around his neck and leaned on him relaxedly.

He Songming had seen many blood slaves cuddling in the arms of the blood master. Most of those human beings were under mental control, obediently like walking corpses, and had long lost their minds of self-determination.

And Ruan Mobei did so voluntarily.

Apart from satisfaction, the emotion in my heart is more of an indescribable irritability.

"Which woman did you learn this from?" He Songming held the cup, his voice tense, "You like her sitting on you like this, so you think I will like it too?"

"Why do you always think I have a girlfriend?"

"Which man is that?" He Songming's eyes suddenly turned cold, "No wonder you are so... proficient."

"You broke up? That's why you ran all the way to Raiz Star under the guise of investigating murder cases for work, and now you treat me as a substitute for that person to solve the demand?"

Seeing that He Songming's brain supplements are getting more and more outrageous, it seems that a room full of lemons has been squeezed, and the sour gas in the air makes Ruan Mobei feel a little stomachache.

When He Songming snorted coldly and was about to say more outrageous remarks, Ruan Mobei stopped him from continuing to fabricate.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" The words were obviously reproaches, but the tone was very soft, Ruan Mobei said at the moment He Songming shut up, "You are like a vexatious child now."

He Songming: ……………

He was silent for a moment, put down the cup filled with blood, resolutely pushed Ruan Mobei off his lap, and explained with practical actions what it meant to be truly unreasonable.

He Songming stood up and was about to go upstairs. Ruan Mobei grabbed his wrist: "Are you going to the salon tonight? If you scare me now, I may not be able to control myself so as not to embarrass you."

"As you please." He Songming's voice was obviously irritated. He turned around, stared at Ruan Mobei who was looking innocent, and took a deep breath, "Provoke me again and again, what's the benefit for you?"

"Do you take these as provocations?" Ruan Mobei pretended to be surprised, "I thought we were flirting."

He Songming: ……………

He had nothing to say at all, the vampire's skin was far less thick than that of a human, so he stopped talking, turned and walked upstairs.

If it weren't for the red ear tips that were conspicuous by the pale skin, Ruan Mobei would have suspected that he was really angry.

He Songming in this world is the most difficult one to deal with.

He is becoming more and more like a real person.Inexplicably, this thought came to Ruan Mobei's mind. Although the children who lived in the snowfield would have childish tantrums at the beginning, they were still innocent in the end, let alone the savages and protoss, who were completely in the initial ignorance of life.

Later, AI tried to find what is called emotion from literary works. The soul of the foreman in the manor was split into two, and the werewolf woke up from ignorance. Except for race, all kinds of performances were completely real human beings.

In the soul fragments he had obtained, he had also heard conversations with similar meanings.

Does this portend something?Ruan Mobei looked at the figure of He Songming, the blood race had already walked upstairs, as if noticing his gaze, the hand that opened the door paused lightly.

But he still didn't look back after all, walked straight into the bedroom and closed the door.

What was completed, apart from the pictures in the system space, his memory, and He Songming's...personality?

The hazy veil is in front of his eyes, and he can lift it by stretching out his hand, but Ruan Mobei dare not act rashly, the retribution that came when he touched the truth in the last world is still vivid in his mind, all he has to do now is to be patient Wait, wait for the really right moment.

It was five o'clock in the morning, and Ruan Mobei had adjusted his schedule to be nocturnal like the blood clan. When the first white belly appeared in the sky, he could go to rest and get ready for the blood clan salon tomorrow night.

Ruan Mobei went to the kitchen and was not surprised to find the prepared food in the incubator. He seemed to notice that Ruan Mobei drank a lot of water every time he ate. It can be said to be bland, but it is good to have a lighter taste occasionally.

Ruan Mobei didn't know if the so-called "textbook tsundere" was just like He Songming, but every time he saw the duplicity of the other party, it always made him feel happy.

After washing up, Ruan Mobei changed into clean clothes and quietly opened the door of He Songming's bedroom.

The curtains were tightly drawn, and the other party was reading a book. When he heard him coming, he closed the book with a snap, turned off the light, beat the pillow and put it away, turned over and lay down under the quilt, leaving Ruan Mobei an angry back .

Ruan Mobei: ......... Poof.

The corners of his lips twitched twice, he suppressed his smile, and walked barefoot to the bedside.

He Songming was indifferent.

Ruan Mobei climbed onto the bed lightly, and automatically got to He Songming's inner side, and now he turned into a vampire facing him, He Songming immediately turned around, and turned his back to Ruan Mobei again.

Ruan Mobei ignored him, lay down on his own, adjusted into a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

Are you having a temper tantrum?Make trouble casually, and he will accompany you to the end.

The blood race's scarlet eyes were open in the darkness, listening intently to the movement behind him, waiting for the human to hug him from behind, just like a few days ago.

But he waited and waited, but he couldn't wait for the warm and sticky embrace.

He Songming finally couldn't hold back anymore. Looking back, he found that Ruan Mobei was about to fall asleep, and his breathing was gradually stabilizing.

He Songming almost couldn't catch his breath, he was so angry, why didn't humans coax him?

Could it be that the previous attachments were all fake?

When he was lifted out of the quilt by the whole person, Ruan Mobei, who had been prepared for a long time, opened his eyes with surprise on his face: "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Are you ashamed to ask me what's wrong?" He Songming narrowed his eyes, and was about to throw Ruan Mobei to the ground, "Go back to your bedroom and sleep, this is my room."

The floor was covered with a thick carpet, so it wouldn't hurt even if you fell on it, but Ruan Mobei managed to break free from He Songming's shackles, and he sat firmly on the bed, saying: "Okay, don't worry about it I lost my temper."

I lose my temper?Isn't it you who keep provoking me?

He Songming was about to die of anger, and was about to say something sarcastic, but the human in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged him.

The body temperature of human beings is higher than that of blood races. For He Songming, this hug was so warm that it was even a little hot. Ruan Mobei rested his chin on He Songming's neck, and raised his hand to gently stroke his hair: "Okay, hurry up!" Go to sleep, if you are dissatisfied with me, you can say it directly, don't show me face, I can't read minds, so I can't know what you are thinking."

The human hand seemed to have some kind of mysterious magic power, and the gas in his stomach suddenly disappeared.

He Songming was silent for a moment, then lay down again: "Go to sleep."

"Yeah." Ruan Mobei also lay down again, He Songming still turned his back to him, but this time, Ruan Mobei leaned forward, his body tightly against the back of the blood race.

The moment he leaned up, he clearly felt the other party's tension, and then slowly relaxed.

Finally coaxed.Sure enough, it's better to hit a stick and then give a sweet date to the other party.

Ruan Mobei closed his eyes contentedly. He had already achieved such great results in only four days since he came back. When He Songming softened up a bit, he could start the next step of the plan.

When I woke up, it was afternoon, and it would take another two hours for the sky to completely darken.

He Songming woke up early and was leaning on the bedside to read a book. Ruan Mobei glanced at the title on the cover. Well, he lent He Songming this book when he was a child.

Ruan Mobei still remembers the specific content in the book. A girl was struggling to survive on a deserted planet, drinking dew to pick leaves, and avoiding deadly horrible creatures. Later, she saw a small robot whose energy was about to run out. Humans and machines depended on each other. , Trying to find a way to leave.

This is a fairy tale-style work. With He Songming's current personality, it is unlikely that he will take the initiative to read this kind of work.

He was probably reminiscing about his childhood through this?

Ruan Mobei moved and noticed that he was awake. He Songming immediately closed the book and hid it under the pillow. The speed was so fast that it almost brought out afterimages. If he hadn't glanced ahead, Ruan Mobei might not have seen the book name.

Don't want him to know the days before reminiscing?

Ruan Mobei didn't expose it, leaving enough face for He Songming. He had challenged He Songming's nerves and bottom line many times yesterday, so he should be relaxed now.

Relaxation is the best way to deal with it.

"Get up when you wake up, pack up, and leave at ten o'clock."

He Songming lifted the quilt and got up, but he still didn't forget to take out the book from under the pillow and stuff it into the corner of the bookshelf casually.

"What do I need to dress like?" Ruan Mobei asked one more question. As a blood slave who was brought there, he might have to wear some special attire to show his belonging?

"Whatever you want." He Songming paused for a moment, then added worryingly, "Don't wear too little."

...Don't wear too little?

Ruan Mobei was surprised, what do you mean?

He tentatively asked, "Doesn't it need to be like that at the auction house?"

He Songming couldn't bear it anymore, and finally made it clear: "No, of course you don't need it. I warn you, put away that wave of energy, and remember that I am your blood master. If I find out that you have other thoughts, you will die deal."

Good guy, you are actually afraid that he will seduce other blood races.

Ruan Mobei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Thinking about it carefully, he had really gone too far these past few days. He tricked him into going to bed the second day after he bought it, and he did it again while the iron was hot, and he had countless other intimate contacts. But come here, no wonder He Songming thinks of him like this.

In He Songming's eyes, there was only a brief relationship between them as children 15 years ago, and he "abandoned" him at the end.The current way of getting along between the two is probably a disguised form of marriage first and then love?

"Okay, I won't even look at other blood slaves." Ruan Mobei paused for a while, and when He Songming was about to leave, he said softly, "Then can you not go to see other blood slaves?"

The moment He Songming turned his head, Ruan Mobei clearly saw some surprise in his eyes.Facing the blood slave's request, the vampire should ruthlessly show that Ruan Mobei is not qualified to instruct him at all.

But He Songming finally left the bedroom without saying anything.

Possessiveness and jealousy are one of the expressions of love. Since He Songming thinks that he has more desire than emotion when treating him, he should show more and let him feel it as soon as possible.

After Ruan Mobei had dinner and watched the news for a while, the sky had already darkened, and as night fell, the streets of the city began to roam the streets of foreign races who usually pretended to be themselves.

Guessing that the time is almost up, eating items are probably indispensable at the blood clan salon. Ruan Mobei went back to the room to wash himself carefully, dry his hair, and put on clothes one by one.

A shirt, a knitted sweater, a windbreaker, and a pair of thick trousers. These are just right for this weather. Ruan Mobei tied up his shoelaces, and when he went downstairs, He Songming was already waiting in the hall.

He Songming looked him over from head to toe calmly, without commenting, but judging by his expression, he should be quite satisfied.

"Let's go."

Sitting in the driverless car, Ruan Mobei looked out the window, the suburban scenery was being thrown back, and the outline of the city was getting closer.

The speed of vehicles in this era is quite fast. Satellite monitoring and fully networked automatic driving reduce the probability of car accidents to close to zero. Half an hour later, the car stopped at the door of a nightclub.

The blue-purple lights are flickering, and the sound of music coming from inside can be vaguely heard. People keep coming in and out. How many humans are there, and how many blood races come to participate in the salon?

Ruan Mobei suddenly felt a little nervous. Except for the two human hunters and the staff of the auction house who had fought against each other in the alley, He Songming was the only blood race he had ever come into contact with. Would other blood races be as easy to get along with as him?Or is He Songming considered an outlier in the group?

As if aware of Ruan Mobei's nervousness, He Songming's voice sounded sideways: "Just follow me after you go in. If someone talks to you, you don't need to answer."

"Okay." Ruan Mobei got out of the car after him and walked into the crowd and the sound of music.

He Songming ignored the doorman's greeting and walked directly to the backstage. He took out a black card from his pocket and swiped the card next to the smart door. The door with the sticker "Employee Passage, Customers Only" was right in front of them. slide away.

He Songming strode in, turned left at the second fork, came to an elevator, and pressed the down button.

Is the location of the salon underground?

Ruan Mobei looked around, observed the surrounding environment habitually, and planned a suitable escape route in case of an accident.

He Songming said in a low voice: "The owner of this nightclub is a blood clan. He holds a salon every month and invites famous blood clans from nearby cities to participate."

Ruan Mobei nodded. He still remembered that He Songming said before that he worked in a bar after dropping out of school. He was only a teenager at that time, and there should be very few bars willing to employ child labor.

"Is this where you worked before?"

"Yes." He Songming was a little surprised that Ruan Mobei could think of this, "Back then, the boss saw me as the same kind, so he made an exception and gave me the opportunity to work in the background. I have worked here for about three or four years."

Ruan Mobei said softly, and when the elevator arrived, he followed He Songming in without saying a word.

The salon was held on the third basement floor. As soon as the elevator door opened, Ruan Mobei could smell the faint smell of blood in the air.

The light is quite dim, and the retro-style metal lamp emits a faint orange light. For human eyes, it can barely see. Fortunately, Ruan Mobei has long been used to such weak light in He Songming's home.

There were many grooves for pulleys in the ceiling to hold the curtains, and the heavy curtains were all drawn up and tied neatly so as not to block the view.

As soon as He Songming walked in, someone came to greet him.

The figure of a man in his 40s is slightly out of shape due to aging, and he wears glasses. He looks like the most ordinary office worker in the city, but the two fangs protruding from his lips when he speaks betray him.

The other party seemed to be quite familiar with He Songming. He first greeted He Songming enthusiastically, then looked at Ruan Mobei who was following him, and squinted his eyes to look him up and down:

"Is this the blood slave that you paid a lot of money to take a few days ago?"

"Hmm." He Songming stretched out his hand and pulled out the covered tag from Ruan Mobei's neck. The letters stamped in gold stamped on it declared the ownership of this human being.

"That's right, it's the first time I've seen you bring your own human beings here." The office worker showed a look of relief, "Hurry up and sit down, this time you don't have to wait any longer, you must have a good experience."

Another blood race came here, and the office worker went to say hello. He should be the organizer of the salon, the owner of this nightclub.

He Songming went straight to the booth in the corner and sat down. Ruan Mobei sat next to him, looking at the other blood races in the hall.

Different from the masks and black robes seen at the auction, the blood races here all showed their true colors. They wore suits, leather shoes, school uniforms, whatever, but without exception, they were all dignitaries in the blood race.

Ruan Mobei even saw a young woman wearing a bunny girl's tights, her figure was unobstructed, and her legs were more slender because of the high heels.

She was sitting on the young man's lap, putting her arm around his neck and sucking blood from the side of his neck, while flirting with another man beside her.

She brought two blood slaves.

"If you look again, I'll dig out your eyes." He Songming's voice sounded from the side.