murder poppy

These two words Andre had spoken to Nord who was going to drive silver nails to him not long ago.

The capriciousness of human beings made Andre tired of coping, giving birth to a kind of exhaustion that will never be accompanied.

Misa Miaomiao yelled in the shadows alone for a long time. Obviously, a person and a vampire didn't have time to pay attention to him, so he had to calm down and hide behind the coffin to sharpen his claws quietly.

It didn't take too long for the silver nails to go in, but they took a lot of bumps.The round piece of the nail head was pressed into the skin on the back of the hand, causing a hole in the flesh.

The blood that was continuously stimulated from the wound mixed with the rabbit blood used the white skin of the vampire as a drawing paper, winding out a picture of a stream.

The iron nail was thick and long, stuck between the two hand bones, and a sharp nail head pierced through the palm of the hand.

Lyons erased the spell, pulled out the silver nail, and poured the wound medicine on the wound.The screech of metal rubbing against bone sounds intrusive.

"It seems that you like silver parts." Lioness held the palm of Andre's hand rough.The calluses worn out by holding guns all year round rested on his wrists, which was uncomfortable.

The hunter's tone hides a trace of provocation and dissatisfaction, but Andre is mature and lazy when he is not hungry, and he does not care about fighting with humans for the benefit of words.So Andre only stretched out his fingers, and ignored Lyons.

After removing the cursed silver nail, the blood began to circulate and the wound healed.Andre relaxed, and devoted some time to thinking about business: "What should I do next? With Nuode's dead brain, it is absolutely impossible for me to wander outside."

Lyons remained motionless, and continued to pull out the silver nail on the other hand step by step: "I am in the status of resignation, and the suppressor was handed over to them. The case was not found out, and my consultant was lost."

"Because of emotion and reason, it's not the blood hunter's turn to look for me." Lyons said coldly.

"Very thoughtful, sir." Andre said lightly, "The prisoner escaped, half of the blame is on me, and the other half is on the blood hunt. You are very clean. It's just that your president must not have imagined that the famous Ryan in the blood hunt Si, who hides criminals in the middle of the night and steals holy relics."

"The analysis is correct, Mr. Consultant." Reins replied, "But these things still have nothing to do with me. Unless they can break into my villa and turn it upside down."

Hunter's tone is stating the truth.But there are principles that must not be compromised and cannot be violated.

Andre raised his eyebrows and withdrew his arm, "I have no means, I don't understand people's hearts, and I am stubborn. President Nord should indeed step down."

Lyons buried his head and said nothing.

Judging from the experience of getting along with Andre and Lyons.There are usually two reasons for a hunter's silence.

Number one, you're right.Second, you are so wrong that I don't bother to talk to you.

Andre absolutely believed in his insight into people's hearts, and directly ignored the second possibility.

Lions quickly treated the wound, then packed up his tools and left, and closed the door intimately.

Soon the room was dark, only the strong smell of alcohol and herbs revealed that a hunter had come here.

Andre picked up the silver nails that rolled down on the ground, walked into the window angrily, and stretched his arms out of the window.The moonlight folded on his wrist, revealing the messy bandaged palm.

Two silver nails fell from the air along the blown bandage at the end, and landed in the wilderness.

Andre lowered his eyes to watch the silver nail fall and hit the grass hard.Someone going out the next day might trample the pair of blood-stained silver nails into the soil.

It's really incompetent for Lyons to be a "doctor".Crude bandaging techniques, leaving the murder weapon in the victim's room, and a very bad attitude.Andre closed the window and gave an objective evaluation with a blank face: "Negative score."

The mass group stood behind the coffin, straightened up with great insight, and after a "meow" in agreement, they lowered their heads and continued to sleep.

Andre didn't sleep well this time.

The bandages on the hands are completely unnecessary, and the wound is covered with gauze when the wound heals, and the skin and flesh grow on it, which is completely a disservice.

Therefore, in the middle of the night, the palms were itchy and painful, which disturbed Andre to push open the coffin lid and remove all the gauze.

He had only been lying down for a few hours, and through the thick boards, the sound of sharp claws scratching the wood was transmitted into the coffin and echoed in the small coffin.

Mass clamored for breakfast and scratched the precious coffin everywhere.Hunger made him betray his master, grabbing the doorknob and letting Lyons into the house.

So in addition to the sound of scratching paws, Andre could still hear the short-sighted hunter "playing music" on the coffin lid with his knuckles from time to time.

Andre never thought that after becoming a vampire, he would still lack sleep.However, the old butler at the dining table downstairs had a kind face, bowed slightly to him, and asked, "Did you sleep well, Mr. Andre?"

"..." Andre turned his head to look at Mass, who was pouting his buttocks and buried in the food bowl like a little fragrant pig, sighed, and said against his will, "It's okay."

Hunter's breakfast is very simple, bread and coffee plus a slice of fried bacon.On the small plate on one side, there was still steak bread that had collapsed overnight.

On the opposite side of the long table, the dinner plate is very unique.There was only a clear porcelain bowl in front of Andre, and a porcelain spoon beside it.The soup bowl was filled with viscous scarlet liquid, and a paste of unknown composition was used to make latte art.

Without the smell, it looks like borscht with too much beetroot.

Andre touched the side of the bowl and felt a little warmth.

"Deer blood." Lioness saw Andre staring at the latte art of the noodle soup, and continued to explain, "Chicken mince, cooked."

Last night's half a doe wasn't enough for a vampire's teeth.Lyons would never allow a hungry vampire to live in the house, so he got up early in the morning and went to the forest to hunt a deer.

The unnecessary latte art is the masterpiece of the old housekeeper.For this, he paid half a day's food for Mass, and got a scratch on the back of his hand.

This damn sense of ritual.Before the old housekeeper came out with the soup, the back of his hand was still hurting, but the deer blood with white minced meat looked a little more delicious than human beings.This is what a conscientious butler should pay for the host's table.

Lyons didn't have such an aesthetic pursuit, so he glanced at the butler and cleared himself up: "I didn't prepare it."

"Thank you." Andre glanced at Lioness, then at the butler, accepted the old butler's kindness, and chose to give cold treatment to the hunter who "betrayed" his loyal servant.

Animal blood is not delicious, but it is better than artificial blood prepared by an unknown researcher.

Andre, who had had breakfast, walked around the backyard of the house with Mass in his arms, and happened to come across his "ingredient library".

The deer was old and lazily nestled in the grass.In front of him was a bundle of good hay.The old butler was squatting on the ground, grabbing the deer's front hooves and bandaging them.

Obviously the place where the blood was taken is not an artery, no wonder the taste is not delicious.

Andre couldn't take a look at this scene, but Mass in his arms regarded the old deer as an enemy fighting for favor, staring and baring his teeth.

Andre's ears hurt from the noise, and he covered Mass' eyes with one hand, and stayed away from the backyard.

For several days in a row, at least one dining table in the villa would have a bowl of fresh deer blood.Although it doesn't fill your stomach, it's better than nothing.

Andre doesn't feel relaxed about it.Drinking blood, if there is a first time, there will be a second time.Animal blood is never as sweet as the blood on the neck of a human being, but it is nothing more than drinking poison to quench thirst.

The news of the major prisoner's escape alarmed all of Bloodhunter, but since the executive officer was the president Nord, no one dared to scold him for improper supervision.The bloodhunters rummaged through the North District all day, but found nothing, not even the weak rabbit by the bushes.In the end, they set their sights on Lyons, who was the closest to Andre.

Nord knocked on the door of the villa himself, followed by Owen and many hunters.Most of the faces Lyons had only seen once and twice, and many of them were blood hunters with a reputation.

At that time, the old butler was feeding Mass, and Lyons was sitting on the sofa reading.There was a sense of peace in the house, which was completely different from the atmosphere outside the house where the enemy was on the verge of death.

Mass had been raised by Andre for a long time, followed his master, and expressed strong dissatisfaction with Nord's arrival.

"Mass!" The old housekeeper couldn't hold back his nimble curled ears, and yelled in a panic.

Lyons leisurely stood up from the sofa, and before Nord's gun butt hit Misa, he couldn't help but take a step away with the cat in his arms.

"Long time no see, it's a little unreasonable to hit my cat when I come up, President Nord."

Nord looked gloomy, staring at the mass, and never put down the gun in his hand.

Owen stood behind Nord, poked his head and yelled: "Your cat jumped on it first, isn't it just a cat! What can you do if you hit it?"

Lyons turned around and handed the mass to the old housekeeper, saying: "Your fear of cats has not healed until now. It must have been more than ten years. Hey, who is behind this, my house is not a prostitution//prostitution house, Not a place for idle detectives to hang out."

"Lines! Are you crazy!?" Owen was sarcastically and secretly sarcasm by Lions, and immediately blew his beard and stared.The other detectives were ridiculed, and their faces were not good-looking.

"Then what are you guys doing here?"

It was totally unreasonable for them to come here to search for people because of the large number of people.When asked about his face, he was dumbfounded.

Owen glared at them left and right, raised his neck and said, "What are you doing? Your good consultant has escaped from the dungeon. We suspect that it has something to do with you. If you don't want to get involved with the fugitive, just be honest and let us go in and search. Or you Be sensible, tell us directly whether the murderer has contacted you!"

Lyons glanced at Owen.Eyes are more dangerous than seeing Nord's mass.

It was the fury of a beast whose territory had been violated.

"In other words, you took the suppressor, revoked my position as inspector, and now lost my adviser, and searched my home without any clear evidence?"

Lyons' always cold face softened for a moment, smiled at Nord, and also raised his gun, the black muzzle of the gun was facing the muzzle of Nord's silver gun.

"Dear Chairman, when did you make the blood hunting pipe look like this? If you dare to let a group of fat pigs who have never even been on the battlefield bark at my house, I dare to spend a little effort to help you clean up the house. "

The author says:

Lioness: Take care of my advisor, raid my house, beat my cat, why are you so ignorant of martial arts?