murder poppy

On the path leading to the blood hunt, a woman in polite mourning is strolling leisurely, a thin bat is parked on the brim of her hat, hidden in the center of a large black rose.

She is like the immortal fool on the wide road, mysterious and dangerous.

"Heidi."

The woman stopped, and the bright black bat eyes on the brim of the hat instantly contrasted, leaving behind a fluffy gray-black flower heart.

Lyons and Heidi are far apart, the straight road is the door separating angels and demons, hunters are in heaven, and vampires are in hell.

"Night watch?" Heidi stood gracefully on the spot, showing a standard smile.

This joke was not made at the right time, at least the hunter kept a straight face and did not respond as he should.

"I need some explanation from you." Reins looked around at the environment that was so quiet that there were only a few insects chirping, and asked, "Why are you here? Where's Bella? What are you doing?"

The night breeze in the North District was cool, and Heidi's bare elbows and ankles were extremely pale, showing a cold red. She raised her head slightly, still maintaining a smile: "This is not a suitable place to chat. Do you really want to talk to me?" Am I discussing business in the wilderness, Inspector Lyons."

Reines frowned instinctively at this polite and ironic address, and the fluttering black skirt grabbed most of his attention, as if Heidi's existence was only for this mourning dress.

"Where do you want to go." Reins subconsciously turned his gaze to the cheek covered by the wide brim of the hat, most of the shadows were cast, and there was nothing there except the bright red lips.

"There is a shop for alcoholics in the market alley. The proprietress is a widowed mother. Are you interested?"

Lyons turned sideways, "Listen to you."

In the alleys of the North District Market, there are many "Xanadu" that belong to the inferior people.The aroma produced by the fermentation of the grain blends with every ray of air, clogging the nasal cavity.There are bad steaks and appetizers, big talkers and foul talkers.

Heidi, who is dressed as exquisitely as a black swan, is out of place in it. Her manners are well-educated, and the indifference of her voice reveals the tenderness of a housewife. Her skin is fair and her face is thin.Like a Barbie doll entering the pile of kids.

Most of the eyes in the tavern were focused on the woman who brought in the cold wind.

The bearded uncle whistled at Heidi with a glass of wine, and gave Lyons an appreciative glance: "Good vision?"

Lyons is no stranger to this kind of chaotic tavern, he ignored the ridicule of the people around him, and followed Heidi to the quietest small wooden table in the hustle and bustle.

Heidi ordered two glasses of beer, and the froth overflowed the glass and dripped on the wooden table.

There are still unrepentant guests who swarm this misfit woman out of curiosity.But people who get drunk at night have their own ways of venting, a doll who can't laugh is no more attractive than a living person who/// is swinging in their arms.

Half of the small wooden table is occupied by a huge beer. It costs 5 copper coins to spend a good night with low-quality beer, which is a very good deal.

"What do you want to ask?" Heidi didn't touch the chipped handle, the fine foam solidified on the surface of the wine and sank slowly. This is really not a good beer.

10 copper coins were exchanged for a conversation venue that was not much better than the wild. Lioness was not satisfied with this environment, but he was no longer picky. Compared with a clean room, Heidi was a more important subject of discussion.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"Manage Blood Hunt for him." Heidi replied.

This answer made Lyons silent for a moment, and the rising sense of disobedience was suppressed again, "This is not you, Heidi, you should take Bella to live a peaceful life."

"We've talked about this a lot, and that's me, Lyons."

"Where's Bella? No one has seen her at all."

"She's where she should be, a peaceful and peaceful remote village." Heidi's eyes became softer, and it was extremely difficult to distinguish through the thin veil.

"Tell me your purpose, Heidi, Nord worked so hard to keep you away from blood clans and blood hunters, how could he let you take over the position of president. What did you do?"

"The will is Nordlide, and the justice is done by the night watchman. There are no hands and feet here. I am fulfilling his last wish." Heidi replied coldly, like a machine, she was stunned for a moment, and looked at Ryan Si, asked, "Is the current blood hunt not good?"

Through the layer of tulle, Lyons seemed to see the woman holding an insulated towel in front of the kitchen stove, waiting for the cookies to be baked, her eyes were misty and expectant, worried and joyful.

She's asking if she's doing a bad job?

Lyons didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Heidi did a good job. She stabilized the chaotic situation and rectified those forces that were about to move, but she didn't do a good job.

Lions didn't know how to evaluate the current blood hunt at all.

Relying on his persistence to the spirit of the hunter, Nord suppressed his desire at the bottom of the deep pool. The blood hunt is a clear spring with a clear surface. Those nobles who are famous for their corpses and vegetarian meals do not dare to spit their dirt on the water no matter how arrogant they are.

Heidi's arrival turned the spring water upside down, the treasure house of the water monsters was threatened, and they showed their true colors one after another, so the clear spring turned into a bloody battlefield.No one likes tyranny, and no one likes war.

What's more, Heidi's principle is that those who don't support are enemies. Lyons has witnessed the departure of some old friends and the death of acquaintances.The hall of the Bloodhunt became the execution ground.Women in mourning are clouds that hang over the men.

"You don't fit in here, Heidi, you should go see Bella." Lyons eventually evaded the question.

He likes Nord's approach, even though blood hunting is becoming deformed and being eaten away by moths, but the responsibility of hunters originally created by war is remembered by those who have not forgotten the war.

Heidi's eyes dimmed for a second, before returning to a cold expression: "You've been giving useless suggestions, Lioness, you weren't like this before."

"Really?" Lioness smiled nonchalantly, a little absent-mindedly, he stared at the defoamed beer, lowered his head to take a breath, and took out a stack of documents.

These documents are all stamped with the seal of the Bloodhunter's guild, covering major and minor matters, and they are case reports from different regions.These documents should have been sent to the archives, the processed files were filed, and the unprocessed ones were handed over to the night watchmen and hunters for investigation.

However, he had never seen the thick stack of case notifications in Lyons' hands. The seals showed that these cases had been tried. Some of them had made up some reasons, and some had just been written as unsolved cases and were hastily handled.

"It's illegal to look at and take out the archived files without authorization." Heidi said coldly.

"It is illegal to vaguely handle missing persons cases." Lyons threw the files on the table, and the small wooden table was instantly covered, and the beer stains were also covered tightly.

"More than that, I heard that there have been frequent disappearances in the Southern District recently, and the time period of frequent cases coincides with the time period of your travel. I need you to give an explanation."

"You investigate me?"

Lyons leaned back, and the wooden chair creaked, "Just by the way, Ms. Heidi. If you don't treat the hunters as fools, you should pay more attention. What are you going to do?"

Heidi stared at the pile of documents, her tightly wrapped chest rising and falling, "Blood hunting is not important to me at all."

Lyons sat up straight, listening to Heidi silently.

"If it wasn't for Nord, I wouldn't care if Bloodhunt thrived or existed. Mistakes should be corrected, and the best way to correct them is to disappear. I'm waiting, Lyons, I'm waiting for the day when the one who killed Nord The broken guild collapsed and ceased to exist! Do you understand!? You care about it, I don’t like it at all!”

Heidi clasped the corner of the table with her black gloved fingertips, and the mask of indifference was torn apart, revealing the sadness and anger that had been suppressed for too long.

"This is Nord's own choice." Lioness is not surprised by Heidi's attitude, on the contrary, this is correct. The incomprehension of her husband's obsession and the conflict of support are entangled, which is why Heidi created formed a shell.

"Then what about these?" Lioness tapped the table without any comfort.

"The task assigned by the Southern District," Heidi calmed down and replied, "The specific content is required to be kept secret. Unfortunately, you are not within the scope of knowledge."

"Really?" Lyons stared at Heidi and murmured.

"Any other questions? Inspector Lyons, I think you know enough for today."

"Indeed." Lioness nodded, and put away the documents one by one, "The last question, do you really have the heart to leave Bella alone?"

Heidi was stunned for a moment, then stood up abruptly: "You have too much to do, Inspector."

After she finished speaking, she left angrily, and the black mourning dress disturbed the sober guests in the tavern again. They watched the beautiful woman leave with anger, and whistled after the tavern door closed.

Celebrate the failure of the handsome "Huaxin Daluobo" to pick up girls, and regret that I didn't see the cliché scene where the beauty was taken down.

Lioness packed the documents by himself, pushed open the door of the tavern, and disappeared into the night.

Instead of going home, Lyons went to the night watch.

The hunter on duty saw him coming back and sent a message——Heidi went home directly, drew the curtains and lit the candles, very cautiously.

Lioness nodded to indicate that he understood.

The scale of the night watch is much larger than before.

Heidi's approach made many people cautious in their words and deeds, but there were also many small actions behind the scenes.This not only refers to those nobles who are blinded by profit, but also refers to many experienced hunters.

Once the Bloodhunter was their home, Nord was a brother they fought together, even if he was serious and rigid.His departure caused the collapse of this family-like structure, and Heidi and Nord held diametrically opposite philosophies.Many hunters questioned her abilities, her character, and her purpose.

These hunters gathered together, and finally transferred to night patrol through various operations, and made a contribution to the safety of the North District, which was more meaningful than wandering in the silent blood hunting hall, watching a woman kill someone.

This separation made Lyons realize that the results of Nord's hard work all his life turned out to be so simple to disappear.

He did not leave a body behind, and the works of art that he dedicated his life to were also destroyed by his closest relatives.It sounds helpless, but there's nothing Ryan can do.The blood hunter is an old tree that has come to an end. It is full of wormholes, loses vitality, and has no meaning of treatment.

"Did you go to see her?" An old hunter on duty asked casually.

Lyons nodded.

"She's not like Heidi, is she?"

"She's not like that," Lyons said.

The old hunter smiled gratifiedly, and his wrinkles piled together: "Love can change a person so much, I almost don't know her anymore. Is she resenting us because of Nord's death?"

"Without us," Lyons said, "just blood hunting."

"We are blood hunters." The old hunter lowered his face and patted his gun, "She's not Heidi, Heidi won't be like this."

The author says:

Say what you say, early enough!

The Lyons you miss is online!And there is Nord living in someone else's mouth (although no one will miss him x)