murder poppy

Lions inserted the dagger into the vampire's throat, the blade sliced ​​across the fleshy throat, and blood spurted out from the severed wound.

"Dang bang."

The silver dagger was thrown on the marble floor as the body fell.

The burn on the palm of his right hand is slowly healing. Fighting and self-healing consume energy, shaking the spirit of suppressing desire again.

Lyons is very familiar with vampires, he knows how to use fangs and claws, knows what kind of weapons can be used but only wounded will not kill him, and knows what kind of desire the newborn vampire will face.

Like a recovering addict, the itch travels from the blood through the blood vessels to the skin.

The senses are magnified, the freshness of rain and the sweetness of blood cling to every inch of skin, and the blood spilled on the marble floor is like poppies planted everywhere.

Lyons wiped his hands off his body, and the falling rain curtain slanted into the corridor due to the strong wind, breaking up the thick blood and falling into the soil with the water flow.

Humidity and coldness are breeding grounds for desire. The more comfortable the body feels, the more one understands the emptiness of the spirit.

The cross stood on the top of the cathedral, and the raindrops splashed and fell on it. The majestic and sacred cross was even more oppressive under the rain. Reins felt the oppression caused by the church.That's God driving out evil.

Lyons lowered his eyes, turned his eyes away from the cross, and pushed open the door of the church.

The sound of the rain became quiet and muffled.

Stained-glass windows cast long shadows, and colorful lights adorn the unlit hall.

The pulpit was arranged in the center, and the neatly arranged seats were empty.

The church is silent and gloomy. The aroma of pine leaves and sweet-scented osmanthus floats from the scented candles that have cooled down, and the smell of damp rain leaks from the gaps in the windows.

Light is refracted from the glass and falls on the platform behind the pulpit.

As if a good show was about to start, the wooden floor was cleaned, and a pitch-black wooden pavilion was quietly displayed on it, just waiting for the curtain to fall.

"Andre." Lioness smelled a familiar yet unfamiliar smell, which he had sensed when he was a human being, but was only clear when he was a vampire.Depressed and quiet, like vines still growing in a dusty castle.

The coffin is made of special wood, the nails are nailed into it, and the front is depicted with complicated formations.

Lyons scraped off some characters with his nails, destroyed the formation, pulled out the seal, and pushed open the coffin lid.

The coffin lid fell to the ground with inertia, making a loud noise.

The light from the stained glass fell down and hit the inside of the coffin.The red flannel is laid on the bottom, clinging to the sleeping monster.The blond hair was loose, and the scarlet eyes were covered by pale lids, and the thick and long eyelashes cast shadows on the skin.

Andre's usual red dress was replaced with a simple white robe, which was placed on the high platform like a sacrificial offering.

Lyons' body froze for half a second, and suddenly he pushed the coffin board hard with his palm, and retreated.

His right hand holding the coffin was half a second late, and was held by a strong hand. The sharp nails pierced the skin, leaving several months of tooth-shaped scars.

Lyons turned his head away suddenly, avoiding the strong wind blowing past his ears. At the same time, his arms broke free from the sharp claws, and he was laid into the coffin.

"Andre."

"Your smell is well disguised." The blood-red pupils looked at him coldly.

A gust of cold wind blew up his lower body, and Lyons pushed his knees hard to lift his body up.Dodged Andre's raised right leg.

"Isn't your meeting ceremony a little too exciting?" Lyons said, "We should also settle the account of unauthorized actions, my dear Mr. Advisor."

Andre narrowed his eyes and looked at him carefully, "Lines?"

"I'm glad you didn't forget me," Lyons said.

Andre's eyes fell on the too sharp canine teeth on both sides of Lioness, "If I'm not mistaken..."

"Fangs," Lioness admitted.

"Lines." Andre frowned, "Your smell is not very safe."

"Angry, hunger, greed." Lyons licked his lips, "Is there anything else?"

Andre moved his restrained wrist. The blood race was many times stronger than humans. After being sealed for such a long time, Andre, who was still in the church, was no match for Lyons.

Lyons stared at Andre and asked coldly, "What did he do to you?"

"Not yet. He should be lucky," Andre said, glancing at the long wooden stake that fell on the floor, "otherwise, he will meet his death now."

Andre looked away and looked at Lyons again: "Aren't you going to let me go, Mr. Detective?"

The strength to suppress the wrist and neck disappeared, and Andre sat up.Over the pulpit and pews, through the rain curtain, he saw the corpses on display outside the church and the thick smell of blood.

Mixed, fellow blood.

Reins' aura was completely different from before, the unassuming aura that was suppressed in the human body surrounded him as if he had been released.Like a waking beast.

The hand that was gripping the neck was released and moved down, across the collarbone and chest, and Lyons' eyes fell on Andre's bare pale skin.

The surge of desire and tyranny in the rainy night was accurately conveyed into Andre's nasal cavity.

"Lines."

"Ok?"

Andre looked at the hunter's exposed fangs. The smooth curved surface reflected half of God's body on the stained glass, twisted and bent, as ominous as Satan walking into a church.

"Are you hungry?" Andre asked.

Lyons pursed his lips, he felt the cold blood rushing up, the rain, the roar of thunder, and the soothing aroma in the church, all burst like foam in the sun and turned into water mist, leaving nothing behind.

He is very hungry.

It is an emotion transmitted from the brain to the blood in addition to bodily functions.

Lyons has always believed that the curse of the blood race is just an excuse for sinners to excuse themselves, but at this moment his physical condition tells him that differences in race are destined to be differences in nature.

Human cowardice and blood wildness.It is a sin rooted in the bone marrow.

Andre's fingers rested on the corner of Lyons' lips, and the two fangs used to pierce the skin of his neck looked like his toys: "I'm really not used to you having this kind of thing."

Lyons' eyes sank.

Andre said: "It looks like an angel with a halo and white wings on its back, with two devil's horns growing on its head."

"Lines," Andre said, "I know what lust is like. When you can't satisfy him, you will fall into the quagmire. Compromise is the only way to save yourself."

Lyons licked his teeth and lips, feeling the desire that instinct told him.

The blood race always loves to conquer stubborn and powerful prey, and the dangerous aura exuding from Andre makes him feel even more excited.

The long golden hair can be torn off, the pair of ruby ​​pupils can cry, the pale skin can be stained with blood, and the slender fingers can be curled up with difficulty.

In the chaotic delusion, Lyons grasped that weird sense of disobedience.

His hands grabbed Andre's waist, and the loose white robe was wrinkled and tightened due to the strength.

Andre's pupils shrunk slightly, and the approach of the same kind made the body vigilant. He wanted to tear the intruder's throat with sharp claws, bury the severed head in the bloodless soil and cast a curse.

The intruder's teeth scratched from the skin behind the ear to the neck, ambiguous and provocative.The fangs were half buried in the skin, but did not make any wounds.

Lyons bit the skin of the neck socket, like a cub grinding its teeth, the vague and deep voice made the skin tremble, and passed through the bones into Andre's ears: "I don't thirst for your blood, Andre."

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The rain has not stopped.

Covering the sins, washing the land, taking away the blood in the dust, watching all the crimes in silence outside the church.

On a branch, a bat buried its head in its chest, and waited for the sound of footsteps to sound in the empty hall, then it raised its head smartly and flew towards the cathedral.

"Detective, are you still a believer if you do this kind of thing in a church?" Dai Zhu leaned on the statue of the Virgin, with his arms folded, looking into Lyons' arms from time to time.

The red flannelette was warm, rubbing the vampire's pale skin red, and the white robe was messy, with some traces of unknown meaning.

Dai Zhu raised his eyebrows, and silently confirmed in his heart that the fragile "Canary" held in Lions' arms three times was the Andre he knew. He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and muttered: "Beast."

"I can hear you." Lyons said coldly.

"For a male creature, I don't think that's a bad word." Dai Zhu pursed his lips and quibbled, "You also smell too much of a vampire, I even wonder if Andre can live until tomorrow .Mr. Inspector, human beings have to learn to eat and drink."

Lyons glanced at him: "If you have a nose problem, go to the doctor."

"Strigoi's sense of smell is much better than that of humans. How could I smell it wrong, except you..." Dai Zhu blinked and looked at Lyons.

Because Andre's appearance was too surprising, Dai Zhu really didn't analyze the smell carefully, only then did he discover that besides Andre's smell, there was also a vampire's smell.

"you are not……"

Lyons squinted his eyes, and his pupils had a circle of red: "Don't go to the theater, Dai Zhu."

Dai Zhu nodded with embarrassment: "Hey, compared to this, it's better for us to walk quickly."

Lyons frowned: "What happened?"

"It's not a big deal." Dai Zhu said as he threw the luggage to Lyons, "Samuus just came to tell me that you are wanted. Um... the kind of death penalty."

"Reasons," Lioness said.

Dai Zhu looked at the corpses and blood lying around, and said, "For the time being, we only have to assassinate Bernal IV, but now it seems that we will add something else."

"Bernal?"

"The neck was cut with a horizontal knife, and the blood flowed all over the place." Dai Zhu made a gesture of cutting his neck with a knife, "Your fellow hunters said that they saw you enter the dormitory, murdered Bernal IV, and injured Priests and guards. Now the whole city is under martial law to hunt down the assassins."

"Congratulations, you offended humans before you joined us." Dai Zhu teased with a bit of regret, "One more question, will you become a bat?"

The author says:

Pull the lights!

Dai Zhu: "Didn't you have an affair, scumbag?"

Lyons: "You want to die?"

Andre: "...That means I fell asleep, otherwise Dai Zhu will wait for you."