murder poppy

The mornings in the manor are peaceful and beautiful.

The butler was guarded by the police, and the owner of the manor hurried back to the room in the morning frost.

The maid who came to deliver the breakfast was a little surprised when she saw the well-dressed master with a flushed face: "Master, you are up."

"Going out for a walk." Simon nodded.

The maid put down the plate and felt that the master's mood improved a lot after one night.

Lyons was eating in the room when the window suddenly slammed.

The sky is just getting bright, the moon still has some afterglow, and the rising sun occupies one side of the sky.

On such a beautiful morning, while enjoying an exquisite breakfast and watching the scenery by the window, I suddenly saw a bat with its small claws sticking to the glass, with its teeth and claws open, and no one would have a very good mood.

Lyons put down the knife and fork, and opened the window latch, allowing the bats that had been running outside all night to fly in.

"Your Excellency, you really know how to spoil the scenery." Lyons frowned and said to the bat that mercilessly stepped on the sausage on his plate.

The bat's sharp claws pierced into the sausage, and the oil and water flowed out immediately, soaking the bat's short hair.

Andre jumped down, rubbing his paws on the tablecloth in disgust.

"You will thank me, sir. Simon took the blood and went to the leader of the organization. Just next to the gate of the casino, there is a secret door. There is a servant of the gods living inside. Terry is the executor here. He died Someone needs to fill the seat in the end. This place is organized and disciplined, much stricter than the basement under the broken tavern in the North District."

The bat wiped its claws clean, jumped off the table, and hid in the room with a wag.When he came out again, he was already a neatly dressed blood prince.

Lyons pushed away the sausage with several holes, "The executor refers to the person who conducts the experiment, and they can be changed at will. The casino is a curtain in front of them, where people come and go, and there is no lack of noble authority. Let's start Very troublesome."

"That's why you have to thank me." Andre sat down and poured out a cup of black tea, "The good news is that Simon heard God's will last night and killed the servant of God."

Lyons looked up upon hearing this: "What did you do?"

"Nothing. Someone takes my blood as divine blood, so it's not an exaggeration for me to act as his 'god' for a while." Andre said lightly.

"Simon, the newly appointed servant of the gods, doesn't know much. There is a problem with the management of the casino, and the best thing is to convey it to him. We have two choices now. First, gather Simon and let him explore the organization's secrets for us. .Secondly, take advantage of the current chaos in power relations in the casino, get in and find out what's so tricky."

Lyons leaned on his chair, thinking carefully about Andre's proposal.

In any case, Simon now has a handle in their hands, but they don't know whether the servant of God is high or low in the power hierarchy of this organization, and Simon is not a person who is easy to control.

But if they don't break into the inside, it's hard to find a breakthrough point just relying on them to wander around the outside.

There are two cases in the manor of the North District and the South District. Except for the murderer's belief and research direction, there is almost no common ground.

They come from different classes and have different personalities and shortcomings. "God" binds them together, but never shows his face.

With too little information, either method may return without success.

If so, then don't let go of any possibility.

After thinking it through, Lions said, "Winning Simon doesn't conflict with going to the casino to spy."

"Do you want to come together?" Andre asked after stopping to drink black tea.

Lyons nodded, "Simon is a breakthrough point, but there are too many variables. Whether he will rebel, whether the servant of God is qualified to know all the secrets of the casino, these are all questions."

Andre agrees with Lioness that they know too little about organizations.

One is bright and the other is dark.I have suffered a lot.

"Although the servant has been changed, there will be no problems with the operation of the casino itself. The second floor is a place where only people with identity can enter." Andre spread his hands, "My task was completed last night. How to get the identity I will leave it to you to enter the second floor, sir."

The vampire unilaterally ended the work conversation, rang the bell by the table to call the servants, and ordered a new breakfast.Enjoy it slowly in front of the hunter.

Lyons was not in the mood to argue with Andre about whether the vampires need to consume human food.The vampires had done him a great favor, and while it was quite self-assertive to push Simon into the position of God's servant, it seemed that this act provided them with a great opportunity to dig out the truth.

The only worrying thing is.His advisor was anything but out of control.

A hunter following a disobedient vampire is no small comfort.

Andre felt the gaze cast by Lions, finished his breakfast calmly, poured milk into the new black tea, and squinted his eyes to guess what the hunter was thinking.

In fact, it's not too difficult to guess what Lioness was thinking, and Andre's eyes drifted to his empty wrist, without breaking it.

Vampires are not empathetic priests, nor do they have a penchant for seeking punishment.

Once the suppressor is removed, it's hard to say when it will be put on again.

Thinking of this, Andre raised the corner of his mouth to reveal half of his fangs, and the black tea with mellow milk was bitter and thick with milky fat.It's a decent drink other than fresh blood.

Andre didn't think he was resistant to things like having a suppressor, but he definitely didn't like it either.To his delight, the hunter seemed to have put a great deal of thought into when and in what language to bring it up.

Anything that annoys a hunter brings some joy to Andre.

After drinking all the black tea, Andre simply cleaned up the table, got up and said, "I'm done eating, you continue. Waiting for your next instruction, sir."

The estate's case came to an end.The patrolling police officers withdrew one after another, leaving only the staff guarding the old housekeeper.

The servants also wondered that the criminals were all caught, but why they were only locked up in the manor instead of being taken to be convicted.

As strange as they were, there was Simon.

Andre happened to meet Simon on the way back to the house.

Simon, in good spirits despite a sleepless night, greeted Andre politely.Intentionally or unintentionally mentioned the butler.

Simon's play is well done.After knowing his true face, Andre paid special attention to Simon's every word and deed.

language, facial expressions, body movements.Each one is handled just right.

Lyons was right to worry, this person was not easy to control.

Simon and Andre exchanged pleasantries for a while and then left.Andre looked at his back, the scent of blood on Simon's body last night had long since dissipated.If it wasn't for Andre's confidence in his nose, he would even suspect that the breath was an illusion.