murder poppy

The dense forest castle welcomes the master back, and the slanted light and shadow hit the figures of the two people, but it doesn't look like the glory of victory.

When Mi Sa heard the movement, he jumped down from the attic, flicking his long tail, and was about to roll into his master's arms.

I haven't done this business for too long, and I'm a lot rusty. Mass didn't rush at Andre, but deviated half an inch and rushed straight to Lyons, whose whole body was leaning on Andre.

"Miss, don't make trouble." Andre said in a deep voice, leading Lyons to move half a step to the right.

The golden-brown fluff with curled ears brushed against the hunter's black cloak and fell lightly to the ground.

Mass, who was inexplicably reprimanded, moved his ears, and there was a bit of grief in his grievances. Before the hunter, the owner could spoil him!Looking at the present, not to mention scratching the chin, even the taste of the castle has changed.

With a hint of... bloody smell?

The old castle has a strange scent of vampires, like a wild beast's territory that has never been invaded. This novel and unfriendly smell made Juan Er sit on the spot and lick his fur to think, his eyes raised up Look at the trespassing hunter.

The black cloak concealed the color of the blood, and the dark red was spread on the black cloth, almost nothing could be seen, only the wet traces could tell where the wound was.

Mass knows one thing, his master heals when he is wounded, but the hunter doesn't seem to have this ability.Humans are fragile creatures, they can get hurt, they can die, and when they die, they don't have cooked chicken to eat.

The fur-licking curly ears suddenly stopped moving, and Lyons, who was weak in front of him, turned into pots of chicken breast, goat milk, and dried vegetables flying away in its eyes.

"Meow!"

Lyons lowered his eyes and saw the mass with worry written in his big eyes, who was spinning around at his feet, looking anxious and worried.

"..." Reins and those pair of cat eyes looked at each other for a long time, and stretched out his hands to rub Misa's head.

In short, so much jerky doesn’t seem to be in vain?

"You have a good relationship with Mass," Andre said.

The couch has enough space for two people to sit. Reigns is half lying on one side, and Andre puts his arms on the backrest, leaving a lot of space on the left.

"However, I think the chief's priority right now is to save his life, not to tease the cat." Andre nodded to the layers of cloth wrapped around Lyons' body, narrowed his eyes, and ordered in a bad tone, "Take it off."

Derek's shot was extremely accurate, and Liones threw away Andre in time, only causing the two of them to deviate from the trajectory by a few degrees. The bullet that should have hit the forehead missed the waist and abdomen, and the victim changed from a vampire to a hunter.

The silver bullet is a blood-type bullet, and its lethality is not inferior to that of ordinary ammunition.

The silver bullet almost penetrated the abdominal cavity, barely stuck between the bones and muscles, and a few minutes further up was the heart and lungs.

Andre was a little dazed for a moment when he was thrown away.

Vampires are an immortal race. He has countless ways to stop the silver bullet and miss it. Even if it does not penetrate the flesh, it will only hurt a little and bleed a little.

To worry about the death of a vampire is superfluous ignorance, and it is all the more novel when he appears in the presence of a seasoned hunter.

Lyons covered the wound, blood was flowing between his knuckle fingers.

A simple bandage had already been carried out in the basement, and the wound burst on the road caused the current horrific scene.

"It's not that serious, myself..."

In the middle of Lyons' speech, a few strands of golden hair floated across his cheeks.

The hands at the waist were parted, the knot at the front of the neck was hooked, and the vampire's cold body temperature pressed against the Adam's apple, making Reins tense for a moment.

The sharp claws of the vampire are more precise than the doctor's knife, and it is easy to cut through the cloth.

Andre looked at the wound and gestured: "Miss, toolbox."

Juan Er squatted by the sofa and waited for a long time, and immediately rushed to the warehouse, and took out a simple old wooden box from the corner.

Inside the wooden box is a set of simple surgical tools, made of rough and good materials, and the craftsmanship is older than Lyons.

Lyons felt a little uncomfortable with Andre who was close, and propped up his arms and said, "I will do it myself."

"You'd better lie down, Mr. Inspector." Andre pressed his palm against Lyons' chest, pressing the hunter under him.

His eyes narrowed, and he held a pair of tweezers in his hand, as if he was looking at a lamb about to be slaughtered.

"Derek will never use a simple silver bullet. There may be a curse or formation on it. Taking it out without authorization will kill people, Lyons, stop showing your overpowering side." Andre raised the corner of his mouth, dead Staring at Reins, the tweezers in his right hand had already penetrated into the wound, exploring the hard texture of metal.

"Hiss—" the pain made the arm muscles twitch one after another, and Lioness looked at Andre coldly and said, "Your technique sucks."

"Thanks for the compliment." Andre lowered his head, looking at the bullet that was about to be pulled out, "The gradual freezing formation and curse, Mr. Detective is lucky, this bullet should kill you dozens of times."

He said that his palm was covering the wound, and his cold skin was like a tranquilizer, taking away the flowing blood and pain together. A few wisps of black smoke came out from the bullet, which flickered a few times before returning to normal.

"Clang." The bullets were thrown on the ground casually.

Andre withdrew his hand, his waist sank, and the tip of his nose almost touched Lyons' lips.

His beautiful pupils reflected the quiet eyes of the hunter, the blood red had not faded, like the remnants of Shura.

"Don't do unnecessary things, Lions." The vampire's breath sprinkled on the hunter's face, and there was obvious irritation in the threat.

"It's just a habit." Lioness frowned, and Andre, who was close to him, was like a blooming black rose, dripping with blood and exposing thorns, arousing the instinctive defense of human beings.

It's beautiful, it's dangerous.

It also makes people want to protect.

Just like in the basement.That delicate rose is not fragile at all, its body is covered with blood, and it holds a sword in its hand, but it still gives people an illusion, as if it is no different from those red roses, there is no evil on its body, and there is no evil in its eyes. Full of seasons.

Lyons was not used to this fullness, just as Andre didn't know how to deal with protection.

"Meow!"

Mi Sa was squatting bored in the corner of the sofa, attracted by the sound of "swirling".

A group of bats gathered in the empty hall, and a figure appeared in it.

"It seems that I came at the wrong time." Vijorel looked at the two "entangled" on the sofa and raised his eyebrows.

"You don't knock when you enter the house," Andre stood up, "it's very rude."

Lyons' wound has basically healed, he hugged Mass and said to Vijorel, who bared his teeth, "You talk."

Vijorel watched the hunter disappear into the attic, turned his head to look at Andre, and threw something over: "It's back to its original owner. Thanks to you this time."

Andre folded his legs and caught it with a "snap".

It's a deadwood ring.

Andre: "I'm only in charge of killing people, and I don't get involved with blood clan affairs."

"No one knows what the lunatic is thinking, except you." Vijoler said, "Although Derek is out of line, he has never thought of regicide and rebellion. The only one who can influence Derek's thoughts is you. Brandy and I I suspected you when you said that the mastermind behind it was Lawrence's brother."

"The Lawrence family is like a mess. All blood clans with some abilities are eliminated by the family head. Lawrence climbed to the top of the family by stepping on the river of blood. How could he tolerate such a useful younger brother alive?" Vijorel said.

"It's a great honor for Your Majesty to think highly of me." Andre played with the dead wood ring, neither agreeing nor denying it.

Vijorel didn't insist on asking Andre to admit the help this time. It's Andre's characteristic that his words don't match his heart. He may not do what he promises, and he may not always stay away from what he hates.

"The thing about the blood of God has alarmed the Presbyterian Church, and the part about you will be hidden."

"Does the person behind Derek have any clues?" Andre got up and went to the small kitchen on the side of the hall, picking fresh oranges and lemons in the bamboo basket.

Lemon shavings and orange pulp give off a sweet and sour taste, covering up the old dusty smell.

There are large and small glass jars with various spices placed on the wooden platform near the window.

Vijorel opened different jars, took out a few spices and handed them to Andre, "Matthew Beard, a well-known aristocrat in Visenor, likes to collect books, and likes to buy various old buildings to transform libraries. He is in the dense forest Brink bought an abandoned monastery and converted it into a library to store the books of foreign religions and forbidden laws. The monastery is notorious and is located in a deep forest, which is enough to temporarily hide from the eyes and ears of the church.”

"There are stacks of banned books in there, and only people who are familiar with Matthew can enter the library." Vijorel threw the spices into the pot under Andre's signal, "Derek is a dove occupying the magpie's nest." , is still invited by the master, it is worth exploring."

Andrea opened a bottle of red wine and poured it into the pot, saying, "Cinnamon, Vichorel."

In the largest glass jar placed in the corner near the window, there are straight cinnamon sticks, which look very good, but Vijorel keeps a respectful distance from them.

The Blood Emperor firmly stood in front of the pot, covering the cinnamon pot tightly.

Andre glanced at him: "I'll check Matthew for you, bring Cinnamon here."

"I'll investigate if I don't take you." Vijorel was unmoved.

The king of the blood clan is a steady character who never changes his color before the mountains collapse. Few people know that the blood king is not afraid of death and pain, but hates the smell of cinnamon.So Vijorel never drank the mulled wine at Christmas, almost avoided it.

Andre lifted the delicate pot and rubbed his fingers together. After a crisp sound, the cinnamon jar was automatically unscrewed, and two good-looking cinnamon sticks fell into the red wine.

Most of the alcohol in red wine with rock sugar and many spices has evaporated, and the woody aroma is mixed with fruity aroma, and it also has a sweet smell.

Andre instructs the bat to send a cup to Lyons, and another cup to Vijorel.

There are not many blood clans who are obsessed with Christmas, and Andre is one of them.Mulled wine relaxes muscles and bones, which is beneficial to cold body and injured patients.

Vijorel confronted the beautiful goblet, but finally took it.

"I thought it was common for us to hate humans," Vijorel frowned as the strong smell of spice filled his mouth, and said suddenly, "But you are becoming more and more human, Andre."

Andre leaned on the stove in the small kitchen, looked at the swaying branches outside the window, and said meaningfully: "What we hate is not a species, but our nature. Despicable creatures are not worthy of being liked. Humans are the same, and blood races are not worthy of love." Same."

"Don't talk to me, you know it's useless to me." Vijorel put down the goblet and said lightly.

Andre shrugged regretfully: "Well, what do you want to say."

"That hunter, you treat him very differently." Vijorel stared at Andre, "Don't get too involved with humans, you will be disappointed."

Andrea: "Don't think too much, Vijorel. He pulled me out of the coffin, and I will grant him three wishes, fair and just."

"And bring a vampire heart so that he can hang it in the blood hunting exhibition hall as a meritorious service?"

"The news is really well-informed." Andre "tsk", "It was just an accident, no one understands the hypocrisy of human beings better than me, so don't worry too much."

"It's you instead, Your Majesty." Andre, with the deep sea buried in his pupils, looked at Vijorel with a smile, "The people behind Derek covet the reproduction of the blood race, you have to be careful not to play with yourself. went in."