murder poppy

The two stories used to make the deal with Carl ended up not bothering the Counselor.

The hunter is obviously not a good and honest guy, and he doesn't know what he said to Carl.Andre greeted Karl with complicated and pitying eyes when he walked upstairs.

"What's wrong?" Andre asked.

Carl shook his head, looked at him sadly and firmly, "I just want to tell you that everything you do is a last resort, and you are not wrong!"

"Also, don't trust him." Carl gave Lyons a mysterious look, and entrusted him.

"...?" Andre always felt that he was accompanied by a tail-wagging pet, who was more enthusiastic than Massa, and seemed to have a small brain.

"What did you say to him?" Andre interrupted the hunter who was eating breakfast, always feeling that he was being fooled by the other party.

"I told a story." Lyons spread butter on the bread, "Interested?"

"If you're not afraid of cheating." Andre sat down, and slowly took the crispy, buttery bread from the hunter's hand, and snatched the bacon sprinkled with black pepper and sea salt on the plate.

With both hands empty, Lyons looked up at Andre biting off the bread with bacon in it, and then the whole vampire froze in place.

Satisfied, the hunter wiped his crumbs-stained hands with a handkerchief, and lifted up the other bread plate.

On the white porcelain plate, several black-purple "stalactites" growing ferociously upward pierced Andre's eyes.

The creamy aroma of butter combined with the mellow pork flavor of smoked bacon and the gelatinous texture after the fat is burnt are very charming.

But if there is a layer of sweet and greasy blueberry jam under the oil star, it will become a bomb thrown at the taste buds.

Andre closed his eyes, swallowed the food in his mouth, and exhaled deeply.

"I didn't expect you to eat it, so I smeared it with jam." Lioness "kindly" handed over a cup of coffee to rinse his mouth, "Coffee. No milk."

"Jam and bacon?"

"A new attempt."

Andre put down the bread, resisting the urge to pour steaming black coffee from the hunter's eyeballs into his stomach, to wash away the weird taste in his mouth, "Tell your story."

Lyons' story is somewhat clichéd.Like a romantic novel to please the nobility, it is full of worldliness, prejudice, and redemption.

After listening to the hunter's eloquent talk, Andre felt that it seemed that Karl had some brain problems to believe such a ridiculous story.

In a nutshell, the story takes place between an isolated Sunwalker who is outcast in his family and a businessman who falls for the Sunwalker's talents.Sunwalker ran away from home in order to escape the control of his family, and later met a businessman.Under the strong pressure of the family, the businessman had no choice but to leave Nancheng and search for the legendary land of eternal life with the day walker.

Of course, this is Andre's condensed version.

The hunter has a straight face, but the stories he tells are extremely exciting.

Andre caught countless clues in Lyons' description.For example, the businessman is still a businessman. He knows the identity of the day walker and the legend of the black mandala, so he pretends to win over the day walker, and the purpose is naturally to obtain eternal life.

Daywalkers, for example, are not flowers grown in greenhouses.He is attached to the businessman, but he has his own plans.He doesn't need immortality, but he needs strength and power.

For example, businessmen killed people in order to protect the secrets of Datura, while day walkers bit countless innocent passers-by in order to escape and survive.

They are friends who rely on each other, but also enemies who are suspicious and guarded against each other.

"It's really their loss that the nobles in the southern district didn't hire you as a screenwriter." Andre listened carefully to the whole story and gave a sincere evaluation.

"Thank you for the compliment." Lioness took out a book from the bookshelf standing at the bar counter of the bar and showed it to Andre, "I hope Karl won't read this book."

The book was wrapped in sample leather, and there was a long string written in gilded cursive English circles.

--Romeo and Juliet.

"..." Andre felt the weird taste of jam and buttered bacon in his mouth seem to come to his mind.

"He won't think of this." Andre took the book from the hunter's hand and inserted it back into the middle of the full bookshelf. "Your story is wonderful, sir. I will do it next time."

Through the plain and turbulent description of the hunter just now, Andre firmly believes that Karl has enough understanding of the "true face" of the day walker and the businessman.

The two of them are currently perfect in Carl's eyes and the absurdly dirty black market coincides.It's not surprising to be here.

besides……

"If I understand correctly, you define the relationship between the two of us as friends who take advantage of each other." Andre rested his hand on the bookshelf, "And this book, seems to be...a love story?"

Lions nodded, put away the bread and cutlery with jam, and motioned for the tavern waiter to come and clean it up, "It's not important, at least our relationship so far has boosted his trust in you."

Carl is a moth caught in a spider's web, and all the information comes from the person who spins the web.The more complicated the net, the easier it is for the prey to be addicted, so in the end they are in it, no matter how they are peeled off, they are still in the center of the net.

But it is a pity that Mr. Consultant is obviously not a moth that can only be entangled in a net.

Lyons explained: "He is very close to you. And he seems to have no vision to regard me as an imaginary enemy. Following his ideas will make our story more three-dimensional, and the vacant part will satisfy Carl's imaginary desire."

"It is difficult to establish a stronger relationship between him and one of us. Love and affection are the most direct feelings of a simple-minded male creature with well-developed limbs."

So Lioness naturally took advantage of Carl's weird intuition, and described the relationship between the two in a complicated and subtle way.Give him a certain sense of intimidation, but leave room for it.Prompted him to lean more towards Andre.

The Web Weaver explained his plan patiently and meticulously, and perfectly predicted the subsequent emotions and actions of the prey.

And the other protagonist in this scene listened to Liones's plan without refuting or agreeing.He even ignored the trace of pride buried deep in him.He just gave him two words seriously.

--"ill."

For a "magnum opus" that no one appreciated, Lioness didn't care.

Regardless of his bloody plot, as long as it is easy to use.

Facts have proved that Carl really lost to the "cunning and cunning" Lyons.Really like a moth entangled in a cocoon, it thought that it had spied on the impenetrable relationship between the businessman and Andre.

On the one hand, he was secretly grateful, but on the other hand, he couldn't help being jealous.

Carl was like a pet vying for favor, sticking to Andre all the way, extremely attentive.

Andre felt as if there was a hundred-member choir tied around him, jumping up and down.He glanced at Lyons, and the other party consciously left a distance of tens of centimeters, and only when Carl was not paying attention, he whispered: "It's expected."

Andre expressed regret for the addition of a new idiot to the blood clan, but he did not intend to give up the opportunity to use the idiot because of this.

Andre's random questions along the way wiped out all the information Karl knew about the black mandala and the black market.

The existence of the black mandala is unverifiable, at least among the people Karl knows, no one can tell.

Black Mandala has huge financial resources and mysterious forces behind it.Barter on the black market.They can trade lives, drugs, treasures, news.And the most unique thing is the sacred object of the black mandala.

——God's blood.

There are two ways to have divine blood.First, pay the price offered by the guild.Second, become a member of the Black Mandala.

There are many functions of the blood of the gods, and he is said to be miraculous, like the key to open heaven.As a result, there was an endless stream of people seeking medicine, and the black mandala gradually grew.

"Is divine blood the key to awakening?" Andre digested the information given by Karl and found the key point.

"It is." Carl shrugged, the skin on the bridge of the nose wrinkled a few small creases, and he seemed a little disgusted with this miracle drug, "Daywalkers in the black market can mostly rely on divine blood to restore their blood. But this is only part of the success... "

"What about the rest?"

Carl was silent for a moment, curling his lips and said, "I don't know. Some died, and some were 'recycled'."

Carl was vague, with rejection in his disdain.Andrei didn't follow up and stepped over this question.

"Hey, by the way, where are your business cards?" Carl suddenly shouted.

Andre gave him the card, and Carl took it and turned it over, scratching it with his nails under the smoky datura.Quickly scrape off one layer.

The crooked notes below read: Red Hair.

"Damn it. I knew it was him!" Carl held the piece of paper tightly, and then smoothed it carefully.

"It was given to us by a beggar outside."

"I know. That lunatic with no conscience. A quarter of the newcomers in the black market this year were introduced by that beggar. These people go to the Black Mandala to report, and he will get a sum of money if they come in." Carl gritted his teeth, It looks like it's itching to hate.

"There are very few of those people who can reach the 'target', and they were all fooled by him to drink the blood of the gods. In the end, few survived! This bastard, if I can't get out, I will be the first to bite you. kill him."

Carl didn't shy away from Lioness, and Lioness said to Andre in a low voice: "The guild is recruiting new informants."

Andre nodded: "They have a mature way of recruiting personnel. Carl's keeping the business card means that the business card has uniqueness and power. Internal personnel are isolated from external personnel. It is very secretive."

Lyons' face was not very good-looking.

The more perfect the operation method of the black mandala, the more difficult it is to find the flaws.

Carl's anger came and went quickly, and after giving a mouthful of phlegm to the beggar on the outer floor who might be peeping outside a certain brick building, Carl returned to normal.

"You just said you couldn't get out. Why?" Lyons asked.

"Oh." Carl responded, turned his head to look at Lyons, and said with a crooked smile, "Of course it's because, if you go out, people will die."

The author says:

Carl: Be afraid!Tremble!Stupid human beings!

Lyons: ...Hello, a mental hospital?