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Lyons is not a day walker at all, and he can only answer ambiguously to the doctor's questions.But he was calm enough to pretend to be unfathomable.

"Your daywalker's symptoms are very weak." The doctor said, "There is no need to come to me for medical advice."

"In addition to diagnosis and treatment, doctors have other abilities." Lyons smiled and buttoned his cuff buttons. "Human beings are fragile and small. I never think that blood gene is a defect. On the contrary, he is a ladder leading to the temple."

The doctor narrowed his eyes, as if trying to figure out what Lioness said.

"Cowards are afraid of drinking the poisonous holy wine. Power is always accompanied by danger." Lyons pointed to the rows of drawn blood samples, "We are the same kind of people, you don't know how many Sunwalkers there are in the North District .It's chaotic and disorderly, and it's not surprising that a few slaves and vagrants occasionally disappear."

"Thank you for your generosity on behalf of God." The doctor was kind and took out a sign. "After the diagnosis and treatment, there will be another performance. I look forward to your arrival."

"I will definitely not be absent." Lions took the sign and took Andre away.

The banquet came to an end after the diagnosis and treatment.The nobles who brought the daywalkers left one after another, leaving a group of dignitaries who covered their faces in the venue.

The waiter brought Andre a mask and reminded that the real feast had just begun.

The host went back and forth, first thanked everyone present for their dedication to God, and then invited everyone to watch today's opera.

Andre remembered that the "sick person" and "trading things" said by the waiter do not need to wear a mask, so it is naturally clear what this dedication is.

The other attendees were familiar with the process.It is said to be an opera, but it is actually carried out at the auction house.

The auction table was emptied, a curtain was hung, and a waiter led the way to the corresponding seats.

Lyons and the others had just arrived, and they were placed in an ordinary position, far away from the stage, and their numbers were off.

Listening to people chatting around, the content of the opera performance is not about the popular scripts in the market, but about the miracles of "God" in the world.

In fact, they are all cliché stories of redemption and gifts without strong logic.It's just a small means of preaching.

The host stepped onto the stage and bowed to the audience: "Distinguished guests, thank God for allowing us to gather here. Today's performance is a brand new stage play, and God's will is presented to you today. Please enjoy "Destruction and newborn"."

The empty auction house has an excellent sound-gathering function.Until the curtain was raised, the name of the stage play was still echoing in the air.

The soundtrack is cello and sax, and the heavy tones are layered on top of each other, building up the atmosphere.

The curtain opened with the music, and the stage scenery was simple and clear.European-style long table, court dress.There is a difference of hundreds of years between the time and the present.

The place at the end of the long table belonged to the head of the family, and there sat a middle-aged man with a beard and a dignified face.

"Master." The butler bowed, "Dinner is ready."

The head of the family looked around, "Is everyone here?"

"Rogge is still missing." The lady in a luxurious dress replied, then turned her head and said to the guests at the other end of the long table, "It doesn't matter if you don't see him today. When you take him away tomorrow afternoon, you will know that this child is a good candidate." .”

The guest has a high nose bridge, dense and long eyelashes.His hair was curled and spread wantonly on his back and chest.

Around his neck were bone pendants strung on leather cords.

Coffins, skulls, ivory.

The decoration that symbolizes brutal violence does not match the neat attire of the guests, but it fits strangely.

"Don't be nervous, ma'am. I believe in God's will." The guest toasted happily, "He will be a good messenger."

After the dinner, the guests returned to their houses and ordered to the man wrapped in a robe: "I hate greedy and cold-blooded rich people. I want to save the only innocent person in this family and make him a child of God."

"As for the others, grant them destruction."

The curtain closed and opened again.

Act two.

A boy wrapped in a cloak was taken away by last night's guests, and when he hesitated to throw himself into the arms of the kind guests, something happened suddenly.

A group of servants in black robes rushed into the house, plundered the family, and ended their lives with knives and teeth.

The boy screamed, but was held tightly in the arms of the guest.

"You can't save them, and they don't deserve to be saved."

With the boy crying, the second act ends.

The guests took the boy to many places, they visited the king and healed the poor.Witness murderers committing crimes and experience robbers looting.

Boys are always deceived for their kindness and paid for their childishness.

The guests taught him many truths, but they always made him realize in a bloody and cruel way.

Amidst the grand sound of instrumental music, the curtain closed again.

"fraud."

Darkness makes people's ears sensitive, and silence makes murmurs nowhere to hide.

Lyons searched for the sound and looked at Andre, but the other party just squinted his eyes and stared at the curtain.

When he wanted to ask, the piano rang and the cello began to play.Lioness watched Andre, and finally turned his head to look at the stage again.

Andre's eyes followed the stage, and finally the scene was brightly lit and the scene was empty.

The seat and the grown-up boy are in the center, like gods that everyone is watching.

Andre's eyes tightened, and like a nimble beast, he took a big step in the opposite direction from where Lyons was.

At the same time, where his back used to be, there was a gleaming silver dagger.

"When I was a child..." the actors on stage began to speak their lines.

Andre was in no mood to pay attention, his ears heard other voices.

"Long time no see, brother. Or should I call you, father?"

"Long time no see." Andre turned his head away, the cold silver dagger pressed against the side of his neck, "Derek."

The author says:

Everyone can remember the name Derek!