murder poppy

Nord has fought for human beings for half his life, and it is his mission to hunt blood clans.Now he is told by a vampire that the era of hunters has passed, besides the absurdity, there is also the bleakness of being said.

"Which one do you think I will believe, the one who fights with me, or the one who feeds on human blood?"

"Up to you." Andre shrugged.Stubbornness is a characteristic of human beings. They have a pair of empty eyes but closed a pair of ears.

"The mouth of a vampire can tell lies, but the heart of a person," Andre pointed his fingertips at the fat man huddled together, "it won't lie to me."

Nord followed his fingertips, glanced at Owen, picked up the needle tube in the wooden box next to him, stuck his arm around the neck of the blood race that bent towards him, and stuck the needle into the blood vessel.

Nord has seen too many Kindred.He hates the mystery of vampires, and the power of vampires.

The smile on Andre's face as delicate as a enamel vase is full of contempt and pity.It resembles the arrogance of nobles towards inferior races.Only violent destruction can make him ignore the uneasiness and trembling in his heart.

All of Owen's instruments of torture were carefully protected, properly sterilized, and then coated with the finest anesthetics.

There is no adverse reaction when the needle is inserted into the blood vessel, and mind reading takes much more energy than fighting Nord.Andre compared his eyes with his fingers on the forearm that was stuck around his neck, pushing the muscular arm a few inches away.

The hunter hates the supremacy of the blood clan, and the blood clan despises the hunter's self-righteousness.

Andre is extremely disgusted by being threatened by despised human beings. He tolerates the needle piercing, but refuses any skin contact.

Red blood was drawn.Filled the syringe.

Nord was quite satisfied with Andre's "quietness", put away the blood, grabbed Owen by the collar, and took him out.

Inside the cage was a wounded beast.Nord knows this all too well.He is not afraid, but if the opponent shows weakness, he will not choose a way to kill both sides.

Andre scratched the needle hole on his neck with his fingertips, and his sharp claws quickly cut through the flesh, pierced into the flesh, and tore the hunter's wound to pieces.

"Waste." Andre licked the blood on his hands, waiting for the wound on his neck to heal.

The suppressor was forgotten by Nord, and was buried in the straw pile safely, like a broken metal bracelet that a poor man cheated on his wife.

The crescent moon rose outside the window, and the faint light failed to reward the basement.It was the hooting of the owl that told Andre that it was already night.

He had just taken a nap when he was awakened by footsteps.

There was nothing in the cell, pitch-black, except for a pile of straw in the corner that glowed.Andre glanced at the sacred artifact that had been wronged in the broken grass, and smelled the familiar, human scent.

"Lines." Andre raised his head and saw his officer through the silver railing.

Lyons was wrapped in an ordinary black cloak, the back was clean, there was no night watch icon or blood hunting badge.

The black cloak is well-made, and there is a drawstring made of gold thread hanging from the front. The color is bright, which makes the simple cloak a lot more upscale.

This is Lynes' private server.

Lyons took out a silver wire, folded it into several strands, and stuck it into the keyhole.

In the silence, the crisp and small "click" sound was short-lived, and Andre leaned against the cold stone wall, watching the inspector guarding himself, and secretly opened the door of a murderer.

"It seems that the conditions here are not good." Lioness looked at his advisor.

When Andre sat quietly, he displayed a false weakness.Pale cheeks and bloodless lips made Andre look like a patient suffering from serious illness.

His left hand was hanging by his side. Even though the skin and flesh healed, the pain caused by the fracture caused the muscles to curl up instinctively, which looked a little weird.There was a large scratch on the neck, and the loss of strength allowed the body to enter the protection mechanism.Non-lethal wounds heal slower.The scratches at the neck were random, and several cuts were deep, leaving a blackened bloody hole.

Lyons saw Andre's situation clearly with the faint light, and frowned: "How did this happen? It's not that the suppressor can only suppress you by [-]% or [-]%..."

Andre raised his empty wrist and blocked Lyons' mouth.

"The heart takes up [-] percent." Andre nodded his left chest, and the two fangs under his slightly parted lips were sharp, as if waiting to pierce someone's blood vessel.

"On top of that, I've been hungry for a long time"

After being reminded by Andre, Lions realized that Andre's eyes were red, and the characteristics of the blood race were fully displayed.

It is not difficult for the prince to conceal the identity of the blood clan. Only when they are provoked or hunted will they grow their fangs uncontrollably.

Things seem to be more serious than expected.Lioness took out the hemostatic medicine, put his palm against Andre's head, "Tilt your head, apply the medicine."

The long blond hair was covered by Lioness and fell down his cheeks.Andre reflexively wanted to bite off the warm palm close to his skin, and took a breath to hold back.

The wound medicine was for bites, and since the blood race hadn't appeared for a long time, the medicine bottle was covered with a layer of dust.Lyons casually rubbed the expensive black cloak twice, pulled out the cork, and dumped it on the wound on Andre's neck.

The effectiveness of the potion on the vampires was halved, but it still had an analgesic effect.

"Suppressor, put away."

Reigns turned his head in response, only to see a strange pile of glowing straw next to him.The sacred vessel was torn apart, but the pitiful one was surrounded by straw and covered up a lot of light.

Lyons bent down to pick up the bracelet, and the restless holy artifact suddenly fell silent.

Andre took a breath.The air feels a lot lighter.

"An Owen wouldn't make you like this..."

"Add one of your Blood Hunting Guild Leaders. I'm also going deep into the enemy camp, otherwise you might have to go to the funeral for your old Guild Leader now." The breath of the holy weapon dissipated, the suppressed blood in the body returned, and the wound healing speed was much faster .At the same time, Andre felt his thirst for blood renewed.

Especially Owen's blood was still dripping on the ground, and there was a living blood bag standing in front of him.

"Blood hunting isn't..." Lyons frowned habitually, and swallowed half of his retort.

He wanted to say that Blood Hunt was not an enemy, but with Andre's current situation, this sentence was really not convincing.

"Not what?" Andre raised an eyebrow.

He is now like an over-fermented beer barrel. Although he has seen through humans, he can't help but laugh.

"Blood hunting bears the sign of justice, and there is a group of maggots inside. They sell drugs on the black market, while preaching that vampires do evil, and at the same time, like leeches, they covet the ability and lifespan of ordinary people. Compared with only taking the blood they need, human beings It is the most greedy and cruel demon."

"What's going on with the black market and drug trafficking?" Lioness tolerated Andre's "temper" and tried to bring the topic back to business.

What Andre said was not angry words.

He has seen the good side of human beings, and also seen their vicious side.Sadly, there are far more of the latter than the former.

Lyons obviously wanted to skip this topic, and Andre also accepted that cowardly humans chose to escape.

"The detective who died at home before came to me with the blood of the gods, saying that the blood hunt had collusion with the black market. The blood of the gods in his hand was made of blood diluted and poisoned. It is not fatal but addictive. According to him If so, it is guessed that all people who use this potion will be controlled and taken regularly. The blood hunt has been used as a cover and has not been discovered."

Lyons fell silent, he was digesting the information given by Andre.

"I'll check the black market. As for the inside of Bloodhunt, I'm currently in a resignation status, so it's hard to do anything." Lyons looked at Andre.

Andre tilted his neck and covered the scratches on his neck with his palms, looking like a cat licking its fur for healing.

The injured cat was extremely sensitive, and its red pupils stared at Lyons motionlessly like a cat with frizzy fur, "I didn't kill anyone. If you think that the agent who turned into a monster is a human being, it's a different matter." .”

"The information I got is that the vampire ran into the house out of control, causing the death of the agent and his wife. There is no proof of the victim's death. There are all witnesses and evidence." Lyons looked at him and expressed his unfinished words with his eyes.

—You can't escape.

The feeling of being stretched is not good.Especially trapped by a group of lower humans.

"Leave me here." Andre straightened his head, the wound healed completely, leaving only a bloodstain on the white skin.Like a well-cultivated demon, he showed a not-so-friendly smile to Lyons in the dark, "I promise, many people will die in the blood hunt."

Lyons watched him quietly, with most of his face hidden in his hood.

He took out a pair of glass bottles with a narrow mouth and wide belly from his pocket, and put them in the corner.

"Someone is here, these are enough for you for a few days. I will find a way as soon as possible." Lyons wrapped himself in a cloak, quickly locked the cell door, and hid in the opposite direction of the entrance.

Andre waved his hand, and a glass bottle fell into his palm.

The flowing dark red liquid was sticky and stained the inner liner of the bottle, and Andre could imagine the unpleasant smell without pulling out the cork.

artificial blood.

Very well, Lioness really fed him like a rabbit.

A pair of glass bottles squatted obediently in the corner, and when footsteps sounded, a pile of straw covered their figures.

Andre unscrewed the cap, endured nausea and swallowed the small dose of artificial blood, suppressing the bitterness on the tip of his tongue and the twitching of his stomach, and greeted the unfriendly Nord.

Nord is not alone.Behind him was a row of well-dressed hunters holding sharp weapons.

The hunters rushed in one after another, filling the already narrow cell to the brim.

"Changed your mind? Chairman?"

"Thinking too much. I won't believe anything the vampire says." Nord said coldly, and ordered the hunter to take out the silver nails and hammer, "The holy weapon can't hurt you, so let's try the most traditional way."

"So that you can see something outdated that doesn't belong to this era."

Andre looked at the sharp silver nails emitting a little sparkle, and said with a smile: "Please go ahead."

The author says:

Andre: Hunters are big pigs!