murder poppy

The abandoned warehouse is hidden in an inconspicuous corner, and the area does not belong to the manor.

Different from the clean and beautiful greenery in the manor, the warehouse is surrounded by overgrown bushes, and climbing vines encroach on the walls step by step, and are coated with a layer of dark green gauze.

There are strange patterns on the old wooden door.Tusks, vines, and weird-looking crosses.The carving gaps are full of moss.

The whole warehouse is weird and mysterious.

"What is this, is... is it witchcraft!"

Lyons called the police officers who didn't need to patrol, and the oppressive and dull atmosphere brought unknown fear.

Lyons glared at the yelling policeman, who was afraid to speak out immediately.

None of these police officers belonged to Lions' command, but they all had an inexplicable awe of this adult from the blood hunt.

"The door is locked." Andre touched the wooden door, rubbing off the remaining moss on his hands in disgust. "The carving on the door is not only a pattern, but also a spell on it. Forcing the door to open will trigger the spell."

"Isn't it okay to pick the lock?" Lioness asked, looking at the metal lock.

"Prying is not the proper way to open a door. Sir, I don't think I need to throw you back into church to learn the language."

"What is the spell?"

"It may be an offensive spell, or it may be a protective spell. The former is easy to say, and the latter may burn the object with the mark."

The name of the protective spell sounds safe, but it is not a gentle spell.

The legendary wizards do not exist at all, and the folk rumors that they can study potions, and the wizards who ride a broom and raise black cats are actually mostly blood races.

Bloodlines can use contracts and curses.

So the so-called "protection" is just a kind of curse, and its technique is full of violent aesthetics that other vampires appreciate.

If a thing or person becomes a weakness, it is necessary to plant the seeds of taboo.

Andre dismissed this obviously sick-sounding idea, but agreed with the practicality of protective spells.

For example, a vampire planted a mark for his vampire.Once the servant betrays, or is touched by others, the curse will be triggered.Everything that is useless or threatening must be destroyed.

It sounds cruel, but it's tried and tested.

After listening to Andre's explanation, Lyons did not show any praise for the curse of the blood genius: "So even you can't open it."

Even you.

The three words are half heavy and half doubtful.

But the word "lian" still pleases Andre: "Thank God, the curse can be eliminated when it meets a blood race stronger than yourself. Do you want to bet that the blood of the person who cast the curse is not as high as mine?"

The current blood clan is not thriving.The trend of humans hunting vampires has led to a sharp decline in the lower blood races. After the war a hundred years ago, both races suffered casualties.

High-ranking vampires were hard to see, and a few more fell in the war. At this time, apart from the blood emperor of the ethnic group, there were only two elders and six princes.

Apart from the blood emperor and the elders, there is no blood family with a higher seniority than Andre.

Lions had no interest in this unsuspecting bet, he pointed to the door lock like a commanding hound, and said in a low and calm voice, "Go."

The police officers behind couldn't hear the conversation between the two, but looked at Andre full of admiration and expectation.

The warm eyes made Andre feel that if he punched Lyons in the stomach now, it might cause troublesome internal conflicts.

Reins obviously understood this truth, and the lines of his cold face were slightly distorted strangely.Andre could swear that he definitely saw a quarter of the vicious hunter's mouth curl up.

Andre held out his hand: "Knife."

Nothing can stab a vampire but a silver weapon.

Lyons untied the dagger at his waist and handed it over.

Andre took the dagger and twirled it around his fingertips: "It looks exactly the same as the last time. How many murder weapons do you need to take on a trip?"

"Not many. A set of 24, I only took six." Lioness thought of the dagger broken by Andre outside Terry's house before, and added, "It seems that it is not redundant at all now."

Andre pinched his fingertips, and drew out a dagger with his other hand to draw a line on his palm.

The dark red blood wet the moss, while the dark green sticky green plants seeped into the keyhole.

All of a sudden, the smell of charcoal burning metal by high temperature rises.The surrounding blood seemed to be swallowed, and it was silent in the keyhole.

Seeing that something was wrong, Andre cut the wound again before the wound healed: "Lines, I advise you to find a priest to bless you next time."

He stared at the keyhole, and even the blood stained on the vines had disappeared, and blood-red patterns appeared on the lock surface, gradually forming a complex formation.

As Andre's words fell, the formation suddenly lit up, and the dimmed light was accompanied by a slight "click".

The lock is open.

"Congratulations, you've won the lottery." Andre put the dagger back into its sheath and threw it to Lyons, "The master of spells is not weaker than me."

Andre's blood did not break the spell, but the lock still opened, proving that the man who cast the spell was at least a prince.Not inferior in pedigree.

The police officers behind were stupefied by the sudden red light, even though the door showed a crack, they did not dare to step forward.

Lyons pushed open the wooden door and waved his hand: "Follow up, and report immediately if there is any danger."

There are no windows in the warehouse, only a few small holes are drilled on the wooden boards to ventilate and prevent mold.

According to the chat content of the maids, the replacement of the warehouse in the manor happened many years ago.This room was forgotten, not demolished, nor used, and slowly became a breeding ground for ambiguity and fear.

With no natural light source, the warehouse was pitch black.

Andre found oil lamps in the dark, lit them one by one, and the warm yellow light illuminated the wooden house for an instant.

Everyone saw their surroundings clearly under the light, and many people breathed in wonder after looking around.

The exterior of the warehouse is unremarkable, with mottled walls and lush vines making the house look useless. When there is no light, it smells of old dust and damp air.

At this time, the lights illuminate the surrounding scene, and the true face of the warehouse interior is revealed.

The warehouse, which should have been empty, was converted into a simple study room. On the left half of the bookshelf, there were paper pages in a mess, and there was an open bottle of ink on the desk. The pen was inserted in it, and the ink had dried up.

There are two shelves with hemp rope on the right part, and the wooden tool shelf on the side is full of things.The first layer is files, daggers, and pointed cones.The second layer is a variety of simple bandages.

The darkness didn't affect Andre's vision, and he could clearly see the true face of the warehouse when he entered the door.

It's not just the interior that's out of place with the outside, it's the smell in the house as well.

Dust drifting, is the main theme, after this, there is a very faint fishy smell.

Andre wandered around the house, following the smell to lock near the desk.

Seeing him stop, Lions looked around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Andre wandered between the desk and the bookshelf, and after standing still, he stamped his feet on the ground below.

"bang, bang"

The huge and ethereal voice made Lyons look terrified: "Come here, some people, pry the floor open!"