murder poppy

The rainy season in Wissenor does not only occur in a certain area of ​​the mainland. The southern and northern areas with different folk customs are facing long-lasting and intense rainfall.

The humidity in the dense forest during the rainy season is extremely high, and the moisture in the air almost condenses into water droplets and adheres to the skin. No matter how you breathe, you will feel oppressed and stuffy.It is not suitable for humans to stay in the rain forest for a long time at this time.

Fortunately, there are no creatures living in the dense forest at this time, such as humans.

"Bang!" The gate of the ancient castle was violently kicked open, Dai Zhu leaned back halfway and hugged Andre, and pressed his foot against the door: "Come in, good student Lyons."

A gray bat stared at him, flew into the castle with fluttering wings, and landed steadily on the coffee table.

"The full score is down." Dai Zhu raised his eyebrows and teased, and was met with an unfriendly stare from the bat.

"How do I change back?" The bat stepped on the edge of the table and leaned out half of its body.

"Generally speaking, meditation is enough." Dai Zhu said, "Novices always need to spend some time. The feeling of bats is still much different from that of humans. It's very novel. Why don't you enjoy it more?"

"How long will it take?"

"Short ones only need a few hours, long ones, maybe a few days, maybe months." Dai Zhu smiled, "It depends on your comprehension, Inspector."

"How many months?" The gray bat opened its mung bean eyes that were barely wide open, wishing to devour the unscrupulous blood who laughed extraordinarily happily.

"Form transformation requires spells. Dai Zhu, I'm not responsible for being bitten off by Lions in the future." A slender hand was placed on top of the bat's head, and an ancient spell was recited.The little gray bat blinked and turned into Lyons who was sitting on the coffee table, squinting his eyes and looking at Dai Zhu.

"I'm doing this for your own good, Andre!" Dai Zhu held up his palms, "Because...cough...a coma. The desire of newborn blood is always difficult to control, isn't it?"

"Click"

The candlestick on the coffee table was broken in the middle, and the white scented candle flew towards Dai Zhu like a dagger.

"Hello!" Dai Zhu yelled, his body bent down quickly, and a few strands of hair were still cut off.

Dai Zhu, who regretted his life, raised his hands in surrender, and ran to the warehouse to take out a bag of cat food to fight with Massa.

Dai Zhu's departure made the sticky hall even more awkward and ambiguous.The hunter has long hands and long legs, and the small coffee table is not enough for him to use. No matter how he arranges his limbs, it looks a little weird.

But Lyons wasn't sure he should act rashly.

"Andre, I think we should talk." Lioness pulled out a sharpened wooden stake from his waist and placed it on the coffee table.

"What do you want to talk about?" Andre nestled on the sofa, half lying down, his blond hair spread out to cover his eyes, only a few rays of light leaked out.

"Dai Zhu told me that you promised Gavin to let him use your body."

"A stopgap measure."

"The formation outside the coffin is very ancient, and it is a witchcraft designed to suppress vampires. If I don't come..."

"I'll use that to pierce his heart." Andre stood up halfway, glanced at the stake and then looked at Lyons, "You think I'm the heroine who dedicated herself to love in those silly skits that Dai Zhu watched Mister Inspector, don't think too innocently of vampires."

"I'm not talking about that." Lioness was a little speechless.Andre is obviously not a noble lady who can be captured with a bouquet of flowers and a ring. There is poison in his blood, and there is a sharp knife hidden in his waist.

But Lyons was clearly and never quite aware that he wanted to hide Andre in his cave like a squirrel hides a pine cone, undetected, undiscovered.The morbid possessiveness belonging to the blood clan puts his previously unclear feelings in front of him more intuitively.

"The characteristics of the blood race, arrogance, and greed." Andre straightened his messy hair, waved his hands casually, and put the broken candlesticks and debris that fell on the ground in the corner, "I know what you are thinking, Ryan Si. There is always a magical resonance between the same kind, because I also have the same. So if you dare to stick your fangs on me, it doesn't matter whose neck will break first."

"...Let's talk about something else, Andre." Lyons stood up from the coffee table, zeroing out those tyrannical and absurd thoughts from his mind.

Under Andre's offensive words, it is more ambiguous and taboo.Lyons knew that none of the fangs they bared at each other had anything to do with raw appetite, or violence.It was a milder and more intense desire than blood, bone and pain.

Thinking about it without acting made him uncomfortable.

"Gavin?" Andre asked.

Lyons nodded.

"His target is your body." Andre said, "A vampire who is so afraid of death that he would rather change his body to live is indeed rare. He led you to the church just to wake up the blood in your blood." Be part of the blood family."

"Strictly speaking, Gavin can't be considered a blood race." Lyons said.

Andre frowned, showing a questioning expression.

"Gavin Meredith. The first vampire I hunted, and my... father."

"..." Andre narrowed his pupils slightly, looked straight at Reins' pupils, and then pursed his lips, "The breath of blood on you will make me tremble."

"That belongs to Gavin's blood." Lyons said.

Due to Vijorel's description of Gavin, Andre always believed that Gavin's body was decaying due to his mixed blood, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"I once inserted a silver dagger into his heart, then added a few silver bullets, and finally cut off his head and burned it whole." Lyons said, "If the vampires can still survive in this situation, the hunter will not exist must have."

"Back to life," Andre said. "Same as Waldron."

Lyons nodded.

"Vijorel thinks that his mixed blood is just his disguise."

"Gavin is one thing to be careful about." Lyons said, "If he didn't do it deliberately, I don't think I would have found out that he is a blood race."

"Soul exchange can only happen between the same race or between dead and living creatures, so Gavin can have your body at any time. Then why did he wake up your bloodline?" Andre asked.

"Dai Zhu and I believe that there is another suitable body for Gavin to convert besides me." Lyons said, "Priest, Roy."

"A priest willing to sacrifice his body to the blood race?"

"Andre, Gavin is the Pope." Lyons said.

Andre raised his eyebrows. He thought for a moment after realizing that Lioness wasn't joking, and twitched the corner of his mouth to reveal a mocking smile, "Gavin wants to break the curse of the blood race?"

Lyons nodded: "He thinks that blood races and human beings are not perfect. With sins on their bodies, they will eventually die and be judged. He doesn't recognize the curse or pity that demons or gods have made on races. He wants to become a real god."

"It's really terminally ill." Andre said, "Greedy, arrogant. Apart from the noble cloak of God, Gavin is a pure vampire."

Andre looked at Lioness, the hunter's waist was empty, there was no silver gun, no dagger.Like a wolf whose teeth have been pulled out.However, this wolf grows sharp claws in the middle of the night, and the bite force can easily break the neck of the prey.

This is a vampire that is strong enough to control him and is stronger than him.

However, such a vampire now looks a bit like a large dog who is at a loss.

"Maybe we shouldn't change the subject." Andre said, "You have realized the power of blood, Lyons. The love of monsters is always morbid, and desire is an inherent poison for us/// products, hidden in the blood, in the bones."

"It's uncontrollable, it can't be eliminated." Lyons continued.The biological instinct makes the vampires thirst for blood and kill.Just like human beings need water and air.This is the difference of race.

Lyons picked up the table knife on the coffee table and cut it across his forearm, blood oozed out, and the wound slowly healed.The breath of fresh blood quickly gained priority in consciousness, surpassing dampness and dust, and being captured by the nasal cavity and brain first.

"What is this, feeding?" Andre licked his lips.As long as he lay in the coffin, he was hungry.The sound of the rain was a little noisy to him, and the sound of blood flowing in the blood vessels had disturbed him for a long time.

Lyons bent down and squeezed between the coffee table and the sofa, and his robe fell on Andre.The blood on the wrist streaked across the wrist bones, and the approaching smell more and more teased Andre's nerves.

Not just the smell of kin, but the smell of human blood.

“Is it the detective’s job to feed his advisors?” Lyons said. “I don’t want to be reported by the association for abusing subordinates.”

Andre frowned, narrowed his eyes and looked at Lyons.

Lions stretched his wrist forward, and Andre felt the sense of oppression belonging to the blood clan pervading the hall, which was an aura strong enough to contend with him.

"Your eyes are red." Lioness' wrist was pressed against Andre's lips, his fangs stuck in the skin, blood stained his lips and seeped into his mouth.

The sweetness and umami fill the mouth almost instantly.The aggressiveness of the vampire blood did not spoil Andre's appetite, on the contrary it was easier to satisfy his desire.Andre licked off the blood on his wrist, squinted his eyes and looked up at Lioness.

Other than a subtle change in smell, Lioness didn't appear to have changed at all.His pupils have a reddish tinge, and he definitely does not belong to the blood race.His mouth is flat, and the canines may be sharp but they are nothing like fangs.

It seems that the blood of the blood clan only woke up one night in the rainy night yesterday, driving Lyons to rescue the sleeping vampire from the church, and then drowned in the blood, never appearing again.

"I don't need to drink blood to survive, Andre." Lioness withdrew his wrist, bent down, and clamped Andre's chin with his strong palm. "I'm hungry because of you."

Andre rested on Lions' wrist, and his sharp fingertips touched the artery: "The hunters who provoke vampires usually end up miserable, Inspector."