murder poppy

There was a fire in the old castle, and the light from the fire passed through the cracks in the brick fireplace, sprinkled on the ground, and scorched the woolen carpet.The cold wind blows from all directions, blowing bunches of moonlight, gathering on the high platform under the round window.

Fatigue and pain fade away like a tide, dreamy and extravagant.

Juan Er crossed the catwalk gracefully into the shadows, leaving the stage of the hall for the dark coffin in the center.

The copper candlesticks are inlaid on the wall, with flamboyant patterns, with a few pieces of corroded rust, as old as half-melted and cooled candles.

Lyons rubbed his palm, the skin was covered with blood and minced meat, and it became warm again in the rough palm, and the faint smell of blood became active due to the heating up, seducing the devil in the darkness.

This old castle had been deserted before Andre moved in. It might have had a famous owner in the last century, but in Lyons' memory, it only belonged to one person.

The coffin was not sealed, and the moonlight just fell on it. From the position of the main entrance, one could see a pale face and slender eyelashes.

Like a frightened butterfly, the moonlight-coated eyelashes trembled twice, revealing the ruby-like eyes hidden underneath.

No matter how many years pass, a vampire's appearance never changes.

People's dreams do not reproduce memories, but they will be embellished with dispensable details during the period.For example, Lioness obviously didn't meet Andre in a spacious and gorgeous castle. At this time, the vampire is still wearing the same clothes as when he first met.

The unique artistic sense of the Sanguine mind reading technique is really boring.

Lyons leaned against the wall, hesitated for a moment and grabbed the dagger at his waist, after all, their first meeting was not friendly.

The half-supported blood clan was like an adult insect that had just emerged from a cocoon, pale and weak.He was wearing a white robe with a velvet coat decorated with gold thread.If you add a gold-plated scepter inlaid with jewels and jade, he is the supreme pope of the church.

The blood race did not know how many churches robbed this outfit to put it together. The inner clothing and accessories are obviously not a set, but they are barely stuck in the same color system.

"It smells good." The moonlight fell on the top of the golden hair, reflecting a thin circle of light, and Andre's throat rolled, and he said softly.

Lyons nimbly played with the dagger with his fingertips to prevent the tension from affecting his muscles. He pressed against the wall and approached silently.

For various reasons, the blood clan sealed Andre with the forbidden law, put on the holy clothes blessed by God for him, and placed the ancient Bible by his ear.They put a demon into heaven and locked the fallen passage.

In the existing records, Lyons could not find the source of this punishment, but it sounded vicious in the hope that the sinner would live instead of die.

The high platform was close at hand, and Lioness held his breath and climbed up step by step as he wiped the cold silver blade inside the soft coffin.

"Lines?" Andre licked his bleeding lips with his tongue, half of which was as bright as new life, and the other half was gray and dying.

Lyons' eyebrows were clustered together, his right hand was swung up quickly, his left hand was hooked around his neck, and he put the blade on Andre's throat: "You know me?"

"Have you fallen into a dream?" Andre's bright dark red eyes tilted, looking at the hunter who imprisoned him.

At this time, Lions maintained a thin figure, his eyes were mature, but his cheeks were green and ignorant, and he looked like a kid who didn't understand anything.

"You look quite novel." Andre's gaze stopped abruptly at Lyons' wrist, and the thick blood melted due to the heating of the skin, staining Andre's white robe.

That piece of blood was mixed with mud and grass clippings, but it was more eye-catching than the most delicious human blood.

Andre exhaled and licked his lips again: "I wasn't hungry..."

Lions has thin wrists, but his strength is not small. The physical function and fighting consciousness that he struggled in the basement are stronger than that of a hunter who has experienced many battles.After Nord took him out on a mission for the first time, his evaluation was "crazy".

An exquisitely designed and trained machine, every reaction and action is the most efficient and rational.

Andre held Liones' wrist, and the cold touch penetrated from the skin to the bone, and then shuttled into the heart. He kept suppressing his appetite and restrained the urge to bite through the neck of his prey.

"It tastes different," Andre said.

He seemed very interested, and was curious to see a miserable-looking Lyons. The Church's robes were thin, and pressed against the hunter's skin with a hint of coolness.

The blending of moon white with any color brings the haze of night, and the coldly shining tip of the knife is dripping with dried blood.

Lyons felt the cold creature under the skin move, the long blond hair rubbed against the tip of his nose, the throat of the vampire in his arms trembled, he kept licking his lips, and finally put his bright red tongue on the tip of the knife.

"Shh-"

The silver dagger sliced ​​through the air, making a violent sound.

Lions took a step back while removing the dagger, keeping distance from Andre.The hunter frowned, staring at the regretful vampire holding on to the coffin: "What are you doing?"

"Hungry." Andre replied concisely and confidently.

Andre looked at Lyons, his nose lingered with a lot of smells, all of which came from the hunter in front of him.

He smelled anger with a little tail floating around, fear, doubt, and a kind of sourness and sweetness like mulled wine after boiling.

"I'm in your consciousness, Lyons." Andre suddenly felt less hungry, and the memory that brought him hunger was firmly blurred by something, leaving only a hazy sense of dizziness.

Lions looked warily at Andre who stood up from the coffin.

The huge full moon was stuck outside the window, filling up the glass, and the tiny floating ash under the cold white beam floated up and down, and finally fell on the blood clan in the center of the high platform.

The dark red robe set off the off-white underclothes, which covered Andre's bare insteps and stretched backwards.

He is like an angel left by God.

Lyons clenched the blade with his left hand, and the subtle pain was transmitted into his head through a layer of glass cover.

"Your thoughts about me are passed on to me one by one," Andre walked out of the coffin, the carpet warmed by the fire "punctured" into the soles of his feet, numb and messy, he walked into Lyons, and shook his hand before the other party escaped. Grabbed the bony wrist.

The instantly bulging finger bones and tendons made Andre's palm uncomfortable, but the smell in his nasal cavity was even more charming, so interesting that he didn't want to stop.

"Most vampires have more beautiful appearance than humans, and the aura of vampires is like high-grade chun//drugs, spreading and amplifying your desires, and finally..." Andre's light-colored lips pressed against the tip of the hunter's nose, breathing thinly and coldly Sprinkled on top, "All humans would feel in love with a beautiful and dangerous monster. Have you been holding back, Lyons?"

The several long and narrow wounds on the palm of his left hand ooze blood, but no pain is transmitted through the nerves.

Memories are too easily swayed by others, a single thought can turn the world upside down.

Reins didn't know where the turning point was from danger to ambiguity, but compared to this, he was more concerned about whether the "Andre" in front of him was a real person who broke into his memory, or an illusory fantasy.

"Stop." The silver blade was stuck in the middle, brushed the bridge of the nose, and brought out a few drops of blood.

"Even a hunter will have a good impression of a vampire when he sees it. It's inevitable." Lyons said coldly, "One of the basic qualities of a hunter is to distinguish between emotion and temptation, which I do very well."

There was a smile on the corner of Andre's mouth, and his narrow eyes moved nimbly with him, like a big cat staring at its prey.

"Maybe you believe in yourself too much, Lions. So far, I feel pretty good." Regardless of the silver blade, Andre raised his head and licked///cleaned the blood on the bridge of Lions' nose.

The sticky and cold touch is like a thunder falling in the ocean, dull and bursting.

Lyons pushed the man away, his face was stiff, his gums were clenched tightly, and he looked at Andre standing opposite him unkindly.

Regarding the hunter's reaction, Andre's response was a satisfied smile, looking with interest at the prey that almost fell into the spider's web.

"You're running away from yourself, Lions." Andre said quietly, approaching like a rattlesnake, "Your emotions tell me what you want to do aesthetically and what you want."

The slender knuckles climbed up the shoulders and neck, and the palms that were strong enough to tear open human throats rubbed against the Adam's apple and skimmed the skin.This is not a docile cat, but a dangerous leopard.

Lyons froze in place, with only a pair of blood-red gemstones in his eyes.

"Has your affection crossed the line?" Andre's sharp fangs pierced the cartilage above the ear, but there was no pain at all. The toxin in the blood saliva is the best anesthetic.

Lyons was led by words, and the desire in his emotions grew wildly like a sapling. He was wrapped in a dirty bunt suit, but he keenly captured how every breath that belonged to a vampire brushed against his skin.

"Stop, Andre." Lioness tightly strangled Andre's wanton wrist, and the power of the vampire was far beyond that of a human being. Andre's eyes were so red that they almost bleed, he held the hunter's waist tightly, and fought Lyons collapsed together on the warm carpet.

"You're reading minds, nothing you do will come true, why restrain yourself, Lyons? I'm your imaginary Andre, your heart tells me you want to conquer this vampire, you want to hold on to him Blonde hair, wanting to hear the moan////groan from his deep, beautiful throat."

Andre's fangs rub against the blood vessels in the neck, like a blooming ying//poppy flower, swaying and suggesting: "Embrace me for the first time, and then stay with me forever."

Lyons clasped Andre's shoulders tightly, watching the red robe spread out on him like fallen leaves, the moonlight shining brightly on the white robe, and the skin as white as dry bones hurt his eyes.

Promise him, promise him, promise him.

In the shadow of the castle, countless voices rang out, and those exquisite candlesticks and carpets melted into the smoky darkness. The only real thing was Andre, who was pressing on Lyons with his teeth stuck to his arteries.

"Agreed, Inspector?"

Lyons saw the ashen lips approaching him, with the comfort and joy before hunting the prey, and mercifully rewarded him with a moment of closeness.

His body was as stiff as a weathered rock by the sea. Reins almost broke his fingers. A silver gun was pinned to his back waist.

Lyons raised his head affectionately, missed the tempting lips, and said in Andre's ear: "Don't try to use my lust//desire."

After the words fell, a bullet was shot out quickly, the vampire with a smile on his face frowned, and disappeared in place like mist, the bullet hit the carpet, scalding a round hole.

"It's really irritable." After the bullet passed through, the vampire's figure converged like the wind. He was still wearing a red robe, but his long blond hair had turned dark brown.

Lyons narrowed his eyes: "Doctor Tian."

"How did you find out?" The doctor narrowed his eyes, and the calmness that belonged to the East also fluctuated a little.

"Anyone who sees the blood race will be bewitched, and the slightest bit of desire will be taken advantage of by the blood race and deliberately magnified." Lyons wiped the muzzle of his gun and said quietly, "I have desires, but I can tell the difference."

The author says:

Sarcasm from the author: Can you really tell the difference? Inspector (laughs)