murder poppy

The glass covered half of Liones' face, and the cloudy liquor in it made people lose their appetite.

Andre lowered his eyes for a look, then pushed back: "Keep it back and feed Duoqi."

"Dokey can't drink beer." Lioness is not interested in beer either.

Doki was Andre's ration.After he could suppress his appetite, he became the new favorite of the old housekeeper.The name Docci was acquired by Lioness.Meaningless and cheesy.

Andre felt sad for the old deer.

"Over there." Andre caught sight of the familiar patterns on the hands of the man who was drinking, and immediately abandoned Doki, reminding Lions.

A smoky bouquet of flowers is tattooed on the back of the man's hand holding the wine glass.Cyan gray.

"It's a curse." Andre said, "It has something to do with the place we're looking for."

"What kind of curse, can you see it?" Lyons buried his head in his drink to avoid being noticed by the gaze of the two of them.

Andre shook his head: "Maybe it's just a mark, and I can't see it for the time being. But I smell a little unique."

"what are you doing?"

Andre got up suddenly and moved closer to the man.Lyons didn't pay attention, and his consultant acted without authorization again.

"The tattoo is good." Andre sat down, occupying the other half of the man's table, "Andre, I just came today."

"Carl." The man said his name, staring at the small half of Andre's face, "what are you doing here, little girl."

Andre's voice is not delicate.On the contrary, there is a bit of resonance in the deep, like a cello suddenly played in a concert hall.Karl's words were obviously provocative.

Andre took off his hood, and his blond hair stained with soot spread out, instantly attracting half of the tavern's attention.

They are all stinky men who lick blood with the tip of a knife, and they all have the same thick eyebrows and big eyes.I'm tired of being handsome again.There is no reason why a blonde beauty suddenly appeared.

Carl thought so too, and he regretted his words.This is not a little girl, this is a strong rose.

But his astonishment only lasted for a moment.

Because the rose dripping with dew smiled at him, showing two sharp fangs, and its black red eyes looked at him like a cheetah staring at a dying goat.

It's not a rose either.This is a life-threatening mandala.

Karl stared in horror, his body tensed up as if in stress, his fangs, which hadn't appeared for a long time, protruded uncontrollably, and his blue pupils quietly turned red as if bewildered.

Andre smiled with satisfaction: "Hello, the same kind."

Lioness pushed his way through the crowd and found that his advisor was unscathed, and apart from being stared at by a pair of amazed eyes, he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

The man with the flower tattoo on his hand was panting, covered in cold sweat.Hiding aside and looking at Andre: "You...you too..."

"Sunwalker." Andre replied for him, "Surprised? I thought there were a lot of the same kind here."

"You...you awakened yourself? I've never seen you before. You're amazing."

Karl came back to his senses, and most of the suppressed fear was transformed into the joy of meeting the same kind.After noticing the curious eyes of the people around him, he shouted viciously to the surroundings: "What are you looking at!"

Clearly Carl has a bit of a place here.Many men whistled and joked, but turned their heads away.

only one.Wrapped in the same sackcloth cloak, and carrying a ridiculous bundle.

"Hey you……"

"My friend." Andre stopped the irritable Carl, and introduced, "Lines, he's with me."

Lions stepped forward, blocked Andre from standing in front of Carl, and stretched out his hand, "Hello, Lions, a businessman from South City."

"Oh. Nancheng, he must be quite rich." Carl muttered, looking at Lyons, "You don't look very handsome."

"..."

Lyons couldn't find any way to answer this sentence in a friendly manner, so he chose to remain silent.

After all, this daywalker doesn't seem to be very smart.

Carl was obviously not interested in the rich and noble people from the main city. He muttered secretly like a child from a poor family who sours candy from a rich man, and immediately left Lyons to communicate with Andre.

"You awakened naturally! Your eyes are so beautiful!" Andre had returned to his normal appearance, but Karl still surrounded him like a large dog with its tail flicking, staring at his eyes.

"Awakened by accident." Andre had never heard the word awakening. It must be a way for a daywalker to transform into a real blood race through some means, so he dealt with it indiscriminately, "What about you?"

"Natural awakening is really amazing!" Carl regarded Andre as his kind, and while sighing, he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly and said with a smile: "I awakened through the normal way, drinking the potion of Datura."

"Pharmaceutical? Does it have anything to do with this?" Andre took out the business card he got from Lyons at some point, and held it up for Karl to see.

"That's right!" Carl yelled, showing a suddenly realized expression, "That's why you came here."

"What is this?" Lyons asked. "What does it have to do with the Daywalker?"

Karl was a little annoyed by the businessman's interruption, and looked him up and down, like a male peacock evaluating the fighting ability of a rival in love.

The businessman is in good shape and seems to have some skills.Carl twitched his nose, but was just a normal human being.There is no chance of "awakening".

It is impossible for such a person to spend a lifetime with Andre.

At least his lifespan is too short for awakened vampires like them.

Lyons saw that the eyes of the vampire on the opposite side looked at him from hostility to disdain, and finally turned to pity again, he was completely at a loss.

"This is the largest guild organization in the black market, and its name is Black Mandala."

Andre frowned and read it softly.

"Isn't it weird!" Carl turned sideways, showing the pattern on the back of his hand, "This is the symbol of the black mandala. Everyone who has taken the internal goods from him will have it. The position it appears is very random , but usually on the back of the hand."

"The person who has the logo is a part of the Datura from now on, and will work for it when needed. In the black market, such a logo can save you a lot of trouble." Carl said, shaking his palm.

"Only day walkers can join?" Andre asked, turning his head to look at Lyons.

"That's not true." Carl said, "There are many ways to join, the simplest is to use 'coins' to trade 'commodities'. But the commodities that everyone can buy are different, it depends on luck and chance .”

"The news I heard is different from yours." Lioness stared at Carl, as if he had seen through a liar.

He took the business card from Andre, "I took this thing from the red-haired beggar on the outer layer. I didn't come here to ask for shelter, nor did I want to be someone's 'servant'."

Lions saw Carl frowning instinctively, dissatisfied with the word "servant".

Carl has a strong physique. When he smiles, he looks like a fluffy sled dog, and when he lowers his face, he looks like a lone forest wolf baring his teeth and growling.

Lioness doesn't care about his change of attitude, and instead realizes that he's stumbled onto a key point.He looked at Carl and said, "What I want is eternal life."

"Eternal life?" After Carl's mottled dark red pupils faded, there were sporadic blood spots crawling in his blue eyes, and when he looked at people, he looked like a rake with a sharp hook, "I'm afraid you came to the wrong place , there is no eternal life here, only monsters that are going to the end."

"You and us are not the same kind of people at all. Go back and be your rich and noble person." Carl waved his hand disdainfully, turned his head and raised his chin and nodded at Andre, "It's very appropriate for him to stay here."

"He and I are no different from you."

"No?" Carl yelled, and the blood spots in his eyes instantly filled his eyes.

Different from Andre's quiet transformation, Carl's blood traits appear more like the effect of taking stimulants.The exposed veins showed his boiling blood.The rough panting turned the stupid big man just now into a beast ready to go.

Lyons stood where he was, even though Carl rushed towards him, barely stopping at the tip of his nose.

"This is the difference between us." Carl didn't achieve the effect of scaring the rich man into tears. He shook his short hair unhappily and returned to his original state. "Vampire, have you heard? The people who live here are abandoned by you." The same kind, chose to become a monster in helplessness and pain. You will not adapt to this place."

"This has nothing to do with you. Even if I'm not a daywalker, it doesn't mean I'm not the same kind as you." Lyons folded his business card.He noticed Carl showing a little confusion, paused intentionally and said, "If you have a way for us to join the black mandala, I'll tell you a story."

Lyons' eyes drifted quietly to Andre, and added: "Two stories."

Carl frowned and looked at this annoying businessman carefully, and slapped Lyons's still-closed palm: "Deal."

After making an appointment with Karl to go to the Black Mandala meeting point tomorrow, Andre raised his mug of beer and took a sip, and said to Lioness, who put his business card into his cloak, "Two stories? I don't even know Inspector Mister turned out to be a novelist."

"I'm not." Lioness denied it of course, and said to Andre, "So Mr. Consultant, please make up a story with me. After all, you are a clerk."

Andre has read many books and compiled many identities.But Lyons' attitude made him feel like he was being treated like a quill on the desk, waiting to be written.

This made the noble prince feel disrespected.

"Any copywriting and file editing task assigned by the night watchman to the clerk must have a formal document. Where's your document?"

"go back……"

"I ask for the official seal and special work paper for night patrol. As for the president's face, it's not easy for me." Andre raised his head and said coldly.

These are indeed requests that consultants can make.It's just that you usually have to sell the boss's face, and dictated instructions are also useful.

But his advisers aren't afraid to fire or withhold money.

With a cold face, Lyons watched Andre put the beer into his hand, patted him on the shoulder, and said to him, "Remember to pay the bill, sir."