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Karl tried his best to twist his tough and handsome face into a blue-faced, fang-toothed demon, trying to frighten this annoying businessman.

Lions took a step back.The vampire and Andre in front of him are almost two extremes. He is afraid that if he stays with Karl for a second longer, his IQ will drop by one point.

Andre grabbed the hunter's sackcloth cloak and motioned him to look aside.

The road that Carl took them was lined with brick houses built one after another.There is no external chaos, the brick house is neat and tidy, the interior is fully furnished, and the windows have curtains of different colors.

The streets were empty, with only a few passers-by passing by.

Around the brick house Andre pointed to were two or three men in black cloaks, with guns and daggers at their waists.

Squatting outside the door of the brick house was a woman with ragged clothes and sunken cheeks. The man in the black cloak dragged her wrists outside the house.

The woman screamed horribly, and when a group of people passed by them, Andre saw five sharp fingers lined up in front of the palm bound by silver chains, and a pair of broken yellow fangs in the roaring mouth. tooth.

Lyons wrapped his hood in, lowered his head, and said to Andre with a sullen face after a group of people passed by, "Blood hunter."

Andre: "Know you?"

"I don't know, I've met a few times before. Owen's adjutant."

"Hey, don't be dazed, let's go, first find you a place to live, and then go to the guild to register." Carl seemed to be unable to see the atrocities in front of him, as if he was mocking himself.

"That's a vampire too." Andre walked to him.

Carl nodded: "We are guests and prey. Disobedient dogs will be discarded. It is reasonable."

Karl resisted this, and quickly grabbed Andre and left the empty brick house.

Row after row of gray-blue rooms, some with lights on and their doors closed tightly, and some with cold drafts, leaving the buildings empty.

Those empty houses may have been inhabited by "bloods" like women in the past, and after being "recycled", they are free, waiting for the next resident.

"We're here!" Carl approached a house that looked twice as big as the previous brick house, opened the door and made an invitation gesture, "Welcome to my home, Mr. Andre!"

Comparing with the biting cold wind outside the brick house, there was a strong fire burning in Karl's house.The firewood was piled in the fireplace, and the flames brought a warm light and heat.

The shadows on the walls are mottled, besides the shadows of the angular furniture, there are many round or narrow figures.

Andre and Lyons walked into the house, and Carl closed the door.

Several pairs of eyes on the sofa shot at them at the same time, and a dumpy ball plunged into Carl's arms.

"Uncle Carl! You're back!"

The child just learned to run, blinking big eyes to see the new guests.

Carl's home is a big family.The room smelled of burning wood and a strong smell of blood.

"Let me introduce you, Andre, the naturally awakened day walker."

"Lines." Carl thought for a moment, and only said two words, "Businessman."

There were men and women among these people. They nodded at the two of them, sniffed quietly, and then looked surprised at Andre.

Karl bent his mouth and proudly turned to the other daywalkers who had caught good prey: "You can live upstairs. Living here alone is much more dangerous than living in groups. The woman on the road is an example."

Andre and Lyons followed Carl upstairs, and the daywalker who stood up from the sofa watched them with curiosity and vigilance.

"That's how we are, and it's not easy to trust others." Carl opened an empty room and explained to Andre, "After all, living here is a day, and your smiling friend today may go to the guild to report you the next day."

Andre nodded in understanding.

Carl looked at Lyons: "There is a room at the end..."

"He lives in a room with me." Andre interrupted Carl, and met the other's open mouth and aggrieved eyes.

"..." Andre paused in his heart, and said, "He doesn't have the scent of blood on him, and there may be conflicts when he is alone in the room. And I am more familiar with him here."

"But..." Carl looked at Lioness with questioning eyes, and turned his head to look at Andre anxiously, his expression seemed to say that you were deceived by this human being!

"There shouldn't be any problem with this request." Lyons had already put down the package, and took out a bag full of gold coins inside and handed it to Carl, "Rent."

Gold coins have a certain degree of circulation in the black market.Although it cannot be used to buy "divine blood", ordinary merchants who come to do business are willing to accept it.

Food, clothes, and weapons are all things that can be exchanged for gold coins.

Carl gritted his teeth, but insisted not to pick up the money bag.

Andre picked out another money bag from the package that Lions had unpacked, weighed it twice in his hand, passed the money bag in Lions' hand along the way, and put it in Carl's hand together.

"Don't worry, I know his true face."

Carl held the purse, blinked at Andre, suddenly nodded his head with conviction, and let out a loud voice: "Hmm!"

And after proudly shouting "Call me if you have any questions!", he rushed downstairs.

Lyons put away his baggage, two bags of gold coins were missing from the sackcloth bag, and he felt a lot easier in an instant.

"That's worth a month's worth of night patrols." Lyons took out dried meat and black bread and said coldly.

"But you can't buy the life of a night patrol leader." Andre patted him on the shoulder, "The day walker downstairs is not as easy to deceive as this fool, a businessman with a silver gun and a silver dagger, only It takes a house dog to believe you're a good person."

The whole stone house is dim, and after the curtains are drawn, it seems to be living in the night forever.

It's a bunch of vampires after all, and no one needs the sun.

Lyons picked up the oil lamp, sprinkled the water in the water bag on the dried meat and bread, and roasted them over the thin flames.

Tiny sparks make a faint "crack" sound when they come into contact with water.

Lyons asked: "The ones just now, are all blood races?"

"Yes." Andre replied, "and the blood is mixed, and the smell is not very good. Carl's smell may be purer. There is a fire in the room, which at least proves that they are still afraid of the cold, and they are not complete vampires. "

"They were all daywalkers before. They were not poisoned to death by the blood of the vampires, nor did they become irrational monsters. The blood of the gods succeeded." Lyons tore off a piece of black bread, and the dry and hard bread did not become much after being baked The soft, chewing sound made Andre's ears hurt.

"Maybe." Andre said, "According to the occupancy rate of the houses on the road, there are a lot of day walkers here. From the third street after the tavern, the human breath becomes very weak, and the specific management of the black mandala The mechanism is unknown for now, but they separate the humans from the vampires."

Andre asked: "Since there are blood hunters here, do you still have to go to the guild tomorrow?"

"Those people have been away for a long time. I haven't seen me a few times, so don't worry too much." Lyons ate today's dinner and hung the kerosene lamp back on the wall. It should have a lot to do with the black market."

"It's under your noses." Andre's voice rose, and he couldn't tell whether it was a sigh or a mockery.

It was rare for Lyons not to choke with him.

Things are much more serious than he thought.

The status of the black mandala in the black market is unexpected, and the scale of the day walker cannot be underestimated.

And all of these, Xuehun was kept in the dark, without any awareness.

"Don't worry about it, Lord Inspector." Andre lowered his eyes, and his eyelashes cast shadows under his pale skin.

"Snapped!"

The sound of a soft heavy object falling to the ground resounded in the room, stirring up a burst of dust along the way.

The carpet uses dark colors, which are resistant to dirt and gray.A quilt hit the ground, just covering half of Lyons' boot.

All the people living in the stone house are vampires, so naturally there are no normal beds.

The room Karl found was spacious and not badly decorated, but in the center was a black-lacquered coffin with sharp edges and a lid.

There is no need to argue who this coffin belongs to, so Lioness either doesn't sleep tonight, or he has to make the floor by himself.

Andre lay down in the coffin, supported the coffin face, half-sitting and watched Lioness make the bed diligently, and said, "They have lived here for a long time."

"Why do you say that?"

"Vampires will not realize the difference during the period of their transformation. They will be burned by the sun, they will suddenly vomit when eating, and they will pounce like savage beasts when they see blood." Andre put his fingers on On the coffin, insist on using "they" to describe.

"They still think of themselves as human beings. They don't want to lie in a coffin that symbolizes death."

The wood used in the coffin is special, and its airtightness and light-shielding properties are both excellent.It is the best resting place for the vampires.Only after enough burns and scalding, "human beings" are willing to use the coffin as a bed.

"So they have passed this period of self-doubt." After reaching a conclusion, Lioness stopped rolling the mattress, and turned to Andre, "Why did you say this all of a sudden?"

A hunter's eyes cannot shine in the dark.Andre felt two probing eyes.

"Nothing. It just occurred to me." He replied, shrugging in the dark. "It's my duty as an advisor to provide you with clues."

"Are all blood races like this?"

"you can say it this way."

Andre saw Lyons stand up and burst into the moonlight streaming in through the window.The often frowning, annoying face appeared in his sight without warning.

"What about you?" Lyons stood where he was, watching the vampire sitting in the boxy coffin restrained his usual sarcasm and elegance, and looked at him unkindly.

"Mr. Advisor, in the beginning you would also be burned by the sun, anxious for blood, unwilling to lie down in a luxurious coffin?"

The author says:

Brave hunters who dare to dance the tango on the coffins of blood clans!

(my nonsense)