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"Blood? Is this the blood sample of the Daywalker they collected?" Lyons looked at the test tube in the box.

Andre shook his head at him, "The owner of these blood is not human or inferior mixed blood, orthodox vampire blood. But they are all low-level vampires. Strange, I didn't find the blood that I smelled on that girl."

Lyons froze for a moment.

The blood of the blood race.

What do you want the blood of the blood race?What is the blood in these empty test tubes used for?

Andre picked up the diary thrown on the ground by Lyons, and wiped off the dust on it, "I need to clear my mind and see what this fanatic has done."

"Also." Andre added, "There is more than one such room in the cellar. I am only responsible for investigating individual cases. As for whether to exercise justice, I leave it to the chief."

"Nightingale can't back down anymore. I'll let people watch here." Lyons said.

Andre didn't answer, as if how Liones handled it had nothing to do with him.

The inspection was fruitful.

Andre took the box and diary and asked for a separate room for investigation.

The members of the night patrol were very afraid of the new consultant, after all, that beautiful silver ring was still hanging on Andre's neck.

Andre sat on the sofa in the night watch hall holding his evidence.

Seeing Lioness who brought people to the wooden house to arrange the manpower came back, the great god finally condescended and moved: "Lines, I don't ask you to return my gold coins."

Lions, who had just entered the door, heard the good news, but he didn't have any good premonition in his heart, and stood there waiting for Andre's next words.

"Hasn't your night watch even a room?"

Lyons looked at the embarrassing deputy next to him and asked, "What's going on?"

"Here, Captain! It's not that we are passive and sabotage." The deputy's brow was sweating, obviously confused, "It's really this... consultant, the request is too strange."

"Strange?" Andre took the words, "I'm a vampire, is there a problem with asking for a room with no sunlight and a coffin?"

The deputy was speechless and could only look at Lyons for help.

"First of all, you are not afraid of the sun. Secondly, I don't remember the third generation of vampires still sleeping during the day." Lioness waved his hand to signal his deputy to step back.

Andre obviously disagreed with his statement: "First of all, I hate sunlight. Secondly, the hired members of the night watch don't even sleep. Isn't it too authoritarian?"

Andre looked at Lioness, and added: "As a bonus, my dear captain, you still owe your advisor a whole bag of gold coins. Be careful with my attitude towards creditors."

In the end, the members of the night watch watched in amazement as Lyons nailed the window of his office with a hammer, and asked someone to bring back an expensive coffin.

In addition to the coffin worth [-] gold coins, Andre also won a well-made personal contribution medal.

Obviously the former made him happier than the latter.

Andre took Lyons' position and drove the night watch captain to the hall.

There is a single sofa in the room, which is very hard and not soft enough.Andre didn't like it, but he could only make do with it.

Compared with Jungle Castle, there is no fireplace here, and it is dark and cold.It is an excellent environment for the survival of blood races.Andre put down the diary and lit the kerosene lamp with some regret.

He liked the smell of burning wood, and the flickering, dancing flames.

The diary has a thick book filled with words.

The first half is written, but the handwriting becomes more and more scribbled as it goes on, and the content becomes pure catharsis.

Even if Henry followed the true God, he deviated from the way of God in the end.

The words in the diary are messy. At the beginning, Henry was a lost lamb who found his way back.He was chosen by his "god" and became one of the messengers of the North District.

And his mission is to test the messengers chosen by "God", help them become Gods, and then carve up flesh and blood to "save" believers.

Things took a turn later on.Henry has never produced a qualified sacrifice, but he is also greedy for longevity and divine power.So the desire is getting bigger and bigger, and people are getting more and more crazy.

Andre closed the diary, and the "I am God" full of words looked extremely stupid.

The diary allowed Andre to understand the thoughts of Henry, a human being.But where he got the vampire's blood, and who is behind it still has no clue.

It took Andre a day to read the diary.

Lyons stayed in the night patrol hall for one night, and opened the closed door with a key early the next morning.

The room was quiet, the extinguished kerosene lamp was hung beside the sofa, the diaries and test tubes were neatly packed and stacked on the coffee table.

Lyons looked around and knocked on the closed coffin board.

Vampires who have lived for an unknown amount of time have a very bad habit.The last person who pulled him out of the coffin was a Duke of the Blood Race.So far, I have covered my ears reflexively when I saw him.

When the coffin was knocked for the third time, violent noises came from inside.

Lyons took a step back knowingly, listening to the screeching sound of the painted oak rubbing against each other.

"Lines, did someone tell you what happened to the last human who disturbed the dormancy of the blood race!" Andre sat up, looking at Lions with ice blades in his eyes.

Due to the haste of getting up, the noble blood didn't have time to tidy up.Although still elegant, the smooth blond hair is a bit frizzy, with the occasional one sticking up.

"If my memory is not wrong, three years and two months ago, I woke you up from the coffin once because of the case of the disappearance of the dense forest." Reines obviously has rich experience, and said leisurely, "As far as the current situation is concerned, you are alive Very good. Thank you for your concern."

Andre gritted his teeth, and the sacred artifact on his neck began to tremble.

"Pay Lyons early, I don't want to spend too long with you."

"Not long, five or sixty years at the most." Lyons thanked him for the gracious greeting, and then began to lift the hammer to dismantle the planks.

The sound of jingling bells and sunlight completely disturbed the sleeping atmosphere.Andre took a deep breath, rubbed his brows and got up.

"Have you finished reading all these things?" Lyons sat on the single sofa and flipped through the diary.

But after turning a few pages, his expression changed from serious to incomprehensible, and finally turned into disdain and indifference.

Unlike Andre who read carefully, Lyons never believed in God, nor could he understand the beauty of religion and ritual.These words seemed to him to be demagogic incantations.The more I look at it, the more I feel like a bunch of lunatics.

Lyons couldn't empathize with this group of people, but Andre could.

The aesthetics of violence are well demonstrated in the words of this "god".

He hails murder as resurrection and torture as a test.Blood is heartfelt, flesh is sincerity.

If Andre hadn't been extremely disgusted with the human beings who practiced these things, he might really be willing to be a bystander and enjoy this wonderful drama.

Lyons turned to the last few pages and said: "Emotions were not stable after that. Reason may not be clear."

"Longevity and strength are enough to make human beings lose themselves." Andre was not surprised by this, and said, "Aside from this failed believer, there are a lot of things to study in the first half of this diary."

Lyons closed the diary and made a gesture of listening.

"The assimilation with God mentioned in it, becoming a part of God, should mean becoming a vampire. And the gift God gave to the world is the day walker." Andre explained his guess, "Helping the day walker become a god is to help the day walker become a god. To study how to turn daywalkers into vampires."

Lions looked terrified, thinking of a bad possibility.

Andre looked at him and confirmed his thoughts: "Given the worst possibility, this 'god' might want to create a blood race without relying on the first embrace."

"But this is just speculation. The blood race has never been interested in expansion. Too much waste will only reduce the viability of the race. The more likely reason is that he is having fun."

The increasingly ugly face of Lyons is a good pastime for Andre.Holding the edge of the coffin, he tapped the wood with his slender fingers, making a "da" and "da" sound.

"We like to study human beings. You have infinite possibilities. Stupid and smart. Weak and powerful." Andre smiled at Lyons who was staring at him, "Playing with you in the palm of your hand, insight into people's hearts, and being a marionette Controlling people is a good game..."

As the words fell, the silver dagger was also inserted into the coffin in Andre's hand.The good paint was scratched off.

"Tsk. Waste everything, remember to pay me an extra gold coin for repairs in the salary at the end of the month." Andre pulled out his dagger and said.

But when he lowered his head and raised his head, Lioness had moved from the sofa to the coffin, grabbed the dagger from Andre's hand, and pushed him down.

The two fell together in the coffin, the silver dagger pressed against the sacred vessel, pressing on the artery.

"Don't forget, the marionettes in your hands slaughtered the vampires and forced you to sign a masquerade treaty." Lyons curled the corners of his mouth, unceremoniously provocative, "And you, my dear Andre. You But he was rescued by a human, his heart was dug out, and now he is wearing a sacred vessel to serve human beings."

"Don't get excited." Andre pushed the dagger away.

The coffin is a classic hexagonal shape, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, not enough for people to pour in sideways.So at this time, Andre's long legs were drooping on the edge of the coffin, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm not denying the strength of human beings. But you can't ignore the stupidity and weakness of human beings." Andre stood up and stood up from the coffin.

He is calm and objective, and his golden hair shines beautifully in the sun.

This topic was tacitly avoided.

Blood races and humans will never be the same group.Andre understands this truth, he has no so-called sense of responsibility.

He lacks interest in both humans and vampires.In contrast, it is still more important to think about how to learn to eat cooked food for Mass at home.

Lyons knew he was a little agitated.But he didn't mean to apologize.

On this issue, he will never be happy with the attitude of the blood race.What's more, Andre was originally a vampire, the enemy he was destined to kill.

"Is there a certain direction for the blood race you mentioned?" Lyons put away his dagger and returned to the topic.

"In the blood family I know, there is no." Andre was thinking, and he spoke slowly, which proved that his thoughts had not been sorted out.

"Besides that, there are still many doubts. First, how did the girls wake up? Have they mastered this method? Second, where is the blood of the higher blood race and where did it come from? Third, whether only Girl a day walker."

When Lyons heard this, he thought of the row of rooms with crosses printed under the cellar, and his heart sank.

"Is Henry's body still there? I want to see it." Andre asked.

"Buried at the request of the family. At the border cemetery," Lines said.

"Is there a specific location?"

"I look at the buried ones."

"Very good." Andre hooked the corner of his mouth in satisfaction. "Then sir, please help me dig a grave."