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Nightingale turned to look at Lions with a dry smile.

The latter didn't change his face, and didn't mean to explain anything.

It was only then that Nightingale was sure that the visitor was not friendly, and the relationship between these two was not the kind of relationship she thought at all.

"We don't have this thing here." Nightingale looked at the painting carefully, rolled her eyes half a circle, and said with a smile, "We can customize what the guests want."

Nightingale does business among a group of lunatics, talking nonsense when she sees people, and talking nonsense when she sees people.She knows how to lie the most truthfully.

But Lyons is also a master at dealing with madmen.Beating around the bush is useless for someone like Nightingale, so he ignored Nightingale's coquettish smile and said, "I got this painting from a man named Henry. Show me the room he always goes to."

Nightingale was not impolite either, she smiled and smiled, but refused to give in: "The object is to the master. You can't open other people's doors if you take other people's things, unless this Henry comes. Lyons, you know, this is rule."

Nightingale is clearly not afraid of the Night Watch.

This store can be opened, and the forces and capital sources behind it are extremely complicated.It is the junction of white and black.Lions can't just break the rules here.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Henry may not be able to see you." Andre rolled up the drawing paper and said, "But his body may still be lying on the night watch. If this lady is interested, I can take you there Meet him."

Upon hearing the news of Henry's death, Nightingale was only stunned for a moment, and then returned to normal.Apparently a person's life and death was nothing unusual to her.

This was expected by Andre, he never thought that Henry's death could frighten Nightingale.

Human deaths are commonplace, but the other race involved is not so common.

"If you're not interested in Henry," Andre stuffed the painting back into Lyons' carry-on bag, and when he looked up, his dark gold eyes turned red.The sacred artifact on the neck was shining, which burned the skin of Andre's neck, "Maybe you will be a little interested in me?"

His words were extremely ambiguous, like a warm invitation.However, Nightingale's eyes widened, as if seeing Satan coming: "You, you...how come..."

Andre raised his eyebrows, watched Nightingale get stuck, and stroked his chest to calm down.

"I never thought that the head of the night watchman would come to me with the vampire." Nightingale looked at the expressionless Lioness, but didn't dare to look at Andre again.

Nightingale said: "But the rules can't be changed. The one who rented this room paid money. Only those with a fixed portrait can enter. I can't afford to offend either side, so I have to give him a way to survive."

"It seems that this compatriot has a lot of background." Andre looked at Nightingale, closed his eyes, and the pupils returned to the beautiful golden color.

"The cellar room has to be opened today anyway." Lyons took out a money bag and dropped it heavily on the bar counter, "This is compensation. If you need, you can tell your guest immediately after we leave Something dropped."

Lyons said and took another armband.

Andre stared, not for the armband representing the night watch, but for the very familiar money bag.

Nightingale is in business, and whoever gives more money will take advantage of it.She can sell anything, as long as the price is right, anyone can afford to offend her.

The purse was extraordinarily full, and the sound of the gold coins colliding when weighed was a bit dull.

Under Andre's gaze, the money bag was returned to the bar.Nightingale smiled in satisfaction, put away the badge, and said, "I'm a regular customer, just a small favor. Is Henry right? I'll find someone to take you to the cellar right away."

When Nightingale turned to leave, Andre looked at the bar counter with dissatisfaction, "Is the night watchman poor and crazy? Squeezing my consultant's property."

"Contribute to the investigation of the case. Go back and return you a medal."

If the hunter killed him or be a human being, Andre really wanted to give him a blank stare, and at the same time, he really felt sorry for the bag of gold coins.

"Is there a reward for the night watch consultant? Lyons, although I am not short of money, I don't want to do a job that requires selling antiques."

"Yes." Lyons replied kindly, "Twelve gold and six silver a month, the highest salary except for the captain. I will not treat you badly."

Andre squinted his eyes at Lions, and politely replied: "Go to hell, Lions."

Nightingale called a waiter to lead the way.

There is a hole in the bottom of this small wooden house.

If the wooden house is the paradise of perverts, then the cellar is Satan's hell on earth.

The way to the cellar is a plain, solid wooden staircase.To undertake the above is the common wine cellar.The aroma of wine and the mellow aroma of wood overflowed, covering up the bloody smell behind.

Andre is most sensitive to blood.He frowned halfway.

The smell here is manic, like a mad beast.It is completely opposite to the violent aesthetics of the blood race.

Log cabins are the playground of the rich and the mad.Desire above, barbarism below.

Lyons seemed to have known about this for a long time, so he just had a sullen face, but he didn't show any surprise.

Behind the wine cellar are separate compartments.Turn around and build.The door was closed with a sign proving that someone was inside.And the one without a sign is proved to be empty.

Some of the doors are engraved with different patterns, apparently occupied by different forces for a long time.

Andre is curious about these houses.The Sentinel's sensitive hearing allowed him to probably hear what was going on in each room.

In just a short while, the cheers of gambling, the roar of fighting animals, the screams of being abused, and different sounds rushed into the ears.Let the vampires who have been in the jungle for a long time be amazed.

"I really think that humans are a more terrifying race than blood races." Andre sighed as he walked.

Lyons' expression became even uglier upon hearing this.

This group of human scum holds power and money, and has become a master beyond the control of morality and justice.

It's kind of ironic to be called scary by a vampire.But this is an established fact.This didn't make Lioness happy.

Soon the waiter stopped and pointed the two to a room.

Andre looked back and forth, and found that several rooms in a row were printed with the same familiar cross pattern as the one in front of him.

The waiter handed the key to Lyons and left.Obviously they are not allowed to watch the world behind the door.

Andre waited for Lioness to open the door.The bronze key is carved with flowers, which is very aristocratic.

The scene behind the door is not bloody.There are cross ornaments and coffin statues everywhere.And withered roses.

Dark, and eerily romantic.

Andre only needs one glance to know that this is the aesthetics of the blood race.At least he was much more comfortable here than those "nobles" outside the house who only knew how to create scars and die.

It's a pity that such a beautiful house has no good tenants.

Andre looked around. There were many scratches and scratches on the floor and walls.There were brown blood stains on the carpet that couldn't be washed off.

The cross in the painting, which carries the meaning of sacrifice and death, is actually stained with dried blood and other stains.Looks like a nasty instrument of torture.

Various murder weapons were hung on Dujin's coat hanger, and Andre looked at it for a moment, then picked out one of them.

It was an exquisite dagger with a beautiful cat's eye green on the handle. "It seems that Henry and his partners don't know how to use these things very much."

Andre said with disgust, and picked up the flannel cloth next to him to wipe the blade.

The blade is full of scratches, and the blood may not have been cleaned for a long time.

Andre picked up the flannelette and smelled it, saying, "That girl's blood."

"What are they doing this for?" Lioness gritted his teeth.

He went around the room, and even he didn't know how to use some instruments of torture.It is too cruel to use these things on a child.

Andre looked at the messy desktop and found a book wrapped in leather.He picked up the book and opened it.

The book is actually a handwritten diary, and the crooked cursive looks nondescript, just like the owner of the diary.He was a scoundrel who had strayed into the palace, even if he pretended to be on the upper floor, the incompatibility inside was still clearly revealed.

This diary belongs to Henry.

Andre flipped through it, picked out a few important words and read them out.

"God cares for me. If you dedicate everything to God, God will pass on eternal life to His believers."

"Blood is the form of God in the world, and they are the flesh and blood given by God. To swallow their blood is to devour God's blood. God gave them to the world, which is to give power and love to the world."

"Kill him, torture him. When the blood is awakened, when the blood of God is drunk, all sins will be forgiven."

Lyons frowned, looked at the red cross and chain of thorns printed on the outside of the book, "Wait, is this cross upside down?"

Andrei stopped reading and closed the book.The cross on the book is indeed upside down, which is different from the pattern outside the door.

"Heretics?" asked Andrei.

Lyons looked at the diary and pondered the words in it, "The people who wrote these words are imitating the Bible. It's just this God, not the God with great love."

These sentences seem to be difficult to understand and unfathomable, but they are actually sophistry.

Vesenor has no faith.This is a free zone.The people here don't go to church and don't worship.The church is also not open to the public.

"Playing fools, and this person is very happy in it." Andre said, feeling that this kind of behavior is very familiar, "It fits the aesthetics of some blood races."

Lyons threw down the diary with a "slap", and commented with a cold face: "It's worthy of the 'aesthetics' of the blood race, I can't flatter you."

Andre didn't choke with the ignorant humans, shrugging his shoulders and continuing to search the house.

In the corner of the area where the cross is, there is a leather treasure chest with a lock.

Andre had no interest in looking for keys, so he rubbed the lock in his hand and opened the box.

There are two rows of shelves in the box, and there are more than a dozen test tubes, half of which are empty.

Andre took out a test tube, which contained stagnant blood beads.

The smell of blood was strange and familiar, and it didn't smell very delicious.Like pork fed with poor quality manure.

Andre opened several test tubes in a row, then held the box and said to Lyons, "Look what I found?"