murder poppy

Andre was pleased with Lioness' concession.Therefore, when Lions asked his opinion, he moved cooperatively.

"Where does this Uncle Henry live?" Andre asked.

The deputy heard the words and said: "The big bed in the back room, the separate room is his room."

The broken wood in the fireplace was about to burn out, and the flame was weak, casting short shadows of everyone.There was very little light shining into the room, and only a small piece of the bed was illuminated.

The bed was a mess and the comforter was bunched up and had yellowish stains on it.

There was an open bottle of blended liquor on the bed cabinet, and the ashtray was full of burnt cigarette butts.

Even in the wind and cold, the mess and squalor of the room showed Uncle Henry's slovenliness.

Andre was right.

Drinking, gambling, smoking, beating and scolding children.

Henry is the biggest waste in the border hut in the jungle.

Andre wiped a handful of white ash next to the ashtray of the bedside table and sniffed it under his nose.

"What did you find?" The separate bedroom was already the largest room in the wooden house, but it seemed cramped for two people standing in it.So Lions guarded the door and did not go in.

"Good stuff." Andre replied, raising his index finger to show Lyons the white ash on his hand. "To put it mildly, Mr. Henry has hidden a lot of poppy shells in his house."

Lyons paused, and went into the room to check the ashtray.

After quickly inspecting the environment in the house, Lions lifted the bed board.The mattress and quilt fell all over the floor, and several torn paintings that were pressed flat fell out of the hard iron bed.

Reins picked it up and looked through them one by one, his face getting more and more ugly.

He handed the painting to Andre and asked, "Adding these, could it lead to the transformation of the Sunwalker?"

Andre took the painting.

The two paintings had obviously been pressed for some time, and the paper was flimsy.

The protagonists of the two paintings are children.

The first image depicts a confined space.The young child was hung naked/naked on a giant cross, with burns all over his body and a sharp wooden stake in his heart.

The perspective of the picture is from the viewer. In the most recent picture, a delicate metal box containing black tea bags and sugar cubes is vaguely depicted.On the armrest of the wooden chair on the right side of the box, a man's hand was resting.

The second painting is more ambiguous.Among the gorgeous flowers, a girl was lying prone, her wrist was cut, blood and tears flowed to the ground.Under the flowers, several men knelt on one knee, greedily drinking the blood that flowed down.

The style of the painting is depressing, with sharp strokes, and it looks crazy and cruel.

Andre looked at the two paintings carefully, and replied to Lions: "That depends on what this uncle did to his niece."

Lyons took two paintings with him, and when he left, he told the boy not to tell his grandmother about their visit.

The deputy was also startled when he saw the painting.

"It seems that we need to check this Henry." Lioness rolled up the painting.

Andre became interested in the case.

Crosses, stakes, blood.

It's hard not to associate people with Kindred.

Andre asked, "Any clues?"

Lyons replied: "The parchment used for painting is rare in the North District. And I have seen this room with a cross."

Leaving the wooden house, Lyons took Andre for a stroll in the market in the North District.

The street market is the busiest in the evening, the taverns are opened separately, and the smell of malt fermentation diffuses from the wooden barrels in front of each tavern, covering the whole street market.

There is no independent trade area in the North District, the streets are criss-cross, and there are shops for people's entertainment everywhere.A messy life oozes decadence and chaos.

Andre stepped over a clump of picked withered fragrant leaves, sideways to avoid the hurried passers-by rushing to drink beer, and frowned to express his dissatisfaction: "The sun is going to set, how long are you going to walk this street?"

The tavern began to hang up kerosene lamps, and the aroma of buttered steaks and fried potatoes proved that night had come.

Lyons ignored the proprietress who was waving a handkerchief to attract customers, stopped in front of the narrow gap between the two shops, and said, "Here we are."

The gap was no more than one person wide, and there were piles of burlap bags containing charcoal inside.If a person wants to pass through, the calf must be in close contact with coal.

Andre's white gold-rimmed uniform stood out in the dark aisle.Soot stained his left trouser leg, which was an eyesore.

"It's best that you didn't go to the wrong place." Andre fell behind Lyons and said, "Remember to reimburse the clothes when you go back."

At a distance of not more than ten meters from the aisle, the light of a kerosene lamp appeared at the end, and the faint warm yellow light illuminated a small area of ​​the soles of the feet under the cover of the iron shell.

Taking advantage of the bright light, Lyons glanced sideways at Andre who was following up, and stayed for a moment on the blackness of his left leg, and said, "The place can't be wrong, the problem is how to get in."

Andre looked forward.

Behind the bustling main street is a desolate open space. The building is the same as an ordinary tavern, except that the windows are nailed to death and the wooden doors are closed.There is no menu and no signage.

"What is this place?" Andre looked at the dilapidated wooden house and asked, "How do you know?"

"Mission requirements, I have been here once." Lyons approached the wooden house, the wooden door was tightly closed, only a few beams of light from the house leaked from the bottom, "This is a membership-only clubhouse. It provides a variety of services, including but not limited to auctions, sex/ Deal, hire killers."

"Simply put, it's a gathering place for lunatics and lunatics."

Andre raised an eyebrow.The night patrol in charge of Lyons is the representative of power in the North District, maintaining law and order and maintaining justice.For an illegal gathering place to exist right under the watchful eye of the Night Watch Captain represented something unusual in itself.

The blood race is best adapted to the dark, and can see things clearly even without lights.Andre groped for the wooden door. The rough wooden door was uneven. At first glance, it seemed to be damaged due to old age, but upon closer inspection, it looked more like a scribbled pattern.

"What did you find?" Lioness asked when he saw Andre studying the wooden door.

"There is a pattern carved on the door. A cross and a bound child. It's very rough, but the outline can be seen." Andre stretched out his palm towards Lyons, "Draw."

Lyons took out the painting and handed it to Andre, watching him pick out the one with the cross, knocked on the door, and then stuffed the painting in along the gap between the door and the ground.

After about half a minute, the painting was taken away.The door opened a thin crack, and a rough voice sounded: "What are you doing?"

Andre smiled and replied, "For fun."

The person behind the door was stunned and wanted to close the door, but Ben held the door frame with a hand with clear bones.

That hand looked fragile and slender, as if it could be broken if you snapped it, but the light blood vessels and bulging veins under the pale skin showed its strength.

"It's not a good habit to keep guests away." Andre smiled, opened the wooden door effortlessly, and took the painting from the hands of the person behind the door.

The man behind the door was a head taller than Andre, with bulging muscles, and was twice as tall as an ordinary person.He was a little surprised that it was such a thin-looking man who opened the door from his hand.

After experiencing Andre's strength, the man knew that the visitor was not a good person, so he said dryly: "We don't accept any guests here, you are in the wrong direction."

Lyons pressed Andre's shoulder, stepped forward and said, "I'm looking for Nightingale."

As he spoke, he took out a wooden sign, equally rough, with a crooked thing carved on it that looked like a bird.

The man froze for a moment, took the wooden sign and said, "Wait."

After a while, the door opened again, and the person behind turned into a woman in a foreign dress and heavy makeup.

"A rare guest." The woman's voice didn't match her ordinary appearance, she was dusty and charming, "Which little sheep did you fall in love with this time?"

Nightingale smiled, and saw Andre standing aside in a blink of an eye, her eyes lit up immediately.

She looked at Andre's blond hair and face curiously, and after seeing the silver collar around her neck, she showed her original expression.

"It seems that the training has been completed." Nightingale's curious eyes became unscrupulous, and her tone was even envious, "Come in."

The interior of the shop is gorgeous, with crystal ceilings, tortoise shell decorations, and the outside of the house are like two worlds.

A few tables are simply set up in the store, and beer and black flour are packaged in exquisite tableware for people to enjoy.The guests here are all dressed plainly, showing weird class intersection everywhere.

Many women in foreign dresses were feeding wine and teasing.Others were carried by drunk men to the back room.

Andre looked around and suddenly understood.

From the current point of view, this small shop with an unattractive appearance and the proprietress still knows Lyons, is a good place to find prostitutes.

The way he looked at Lyons became playful in an instant.After contacting Nightingale with a few words, Andre also knew that he seemed to be treated as a pet raised by the rich and powerful.

"Sir, I really didn't expect you to have such a hobby." Andre lowered his voice, moved closer to Lyons, and lifted the silver ring around his neck, "Now I have the right to suspect that you have other motives for choosing such a sacred artifact. "

"If you want, I don't mind letting you experience how people who wear collars are treated here." Lyons was not at all embarrassed, and squinted at Andre.replied coldly.

Nightingale walked into the bar, turned around and opened the drawer and asked, "What kind of game do you want to play?"

"The cellar," said Lyons.

Nightingale turned around to look at Lyons in surprise, and then looked at Andre with pity, "Handsome guy, do you think about changing someone in the exam? My sister offers [-] gold coins, don't follow this heartless guy."

Andre smiled at Nightingale, ignoring Lioness's blackened face, and said, "No, he gave me four five hundred gold coins."

Four five hundred is two thousand gold coins.

The price of goods in the North District is very low, and it only costs five gold coins to buy a high-class servant.

Nightingale showed a surprised expression, and then she was relieved.That clearly means that Andre is worth the price.

And Lioness, who was regarded as an extravagant pervert, really wanted to take a shot at each of these two nonsense people.

"The cellar is empty today, which one do you want?"

Andre raised the painting in his hand, let go of his fingers, and the rolled up painting was instantly flattened.

"This one." He smiled and looked at the face-changing Nightingale, "I like this one."