murder poppy

Because of the morning episode, the peace of the temple was disturbed.

Patrols are patrolling outside almost 24 hours a day, and the nuns who come regularly to deliver the blood of the gods are nowhere to be seen. Any day walker who goes out will be carefully questioned.

Once the day walkers have changed from god servants admired by thousands of people to "prisoners" who are strictly guarded, they are not very happy.The patrol team is also worried about the monsters who are in a bad mood.

So in the entire temple, except for Lawrence who didn't know how to feel, only Andre and Lyons could be called leisurely.

Hungry is a very irritable thing. In the evening, a team of nuns with wooden trays stood at the other end of the corridor, staring at the daywalkers who almost fought with the patrol team.

Women are not weak creatures, especially when they have brains.

The team of nuns watched the daywalkers, and from time to time looked in horror at the patrols that blocked them.

Lawrence has a great eye for picking women, his figure, appearance, and the way he behaves in every movement and stillness are all top-notch.When they are expressionless, they are inviolable saints; when they show sorrow, they are weak and bully women.

The patrols are all rude men, with some inexplicable meaning in their eyes.

The day walkers are also men, how can they not know what dirty things these ordinary people are thinking.The way he threatened them with a silver blade and stared lewdly at someone who showed kindness to them was disgusting.It also reminds every daywalker of ordinary people who stepped on their heads, despised and abused them.

Riots were imminent.

After the first ordinary person was knocked out of the silver gun, there was a second one soon.This group of miscellaneous troops who couldn't make it to the stage quickly collapsed, and they ran away in a panic before they even had time to look at the hem of the nuns' skirts.

The nuns offered the blood of a daywalker and knocked carefully on the closed doors.

Those who cannot avoid the excitement of the crowd are either the timid weak or the shrewd wise.What's more, this room is Karl's room that the owner asked to pay attention to.

The nun knocked on the door, the handle clicked open automatically, and the door creaked open.

"Come in."

The nun looked back at her companions. The other nuns had already finished their tasks and left, and she was the only one left in the long and narrow corridor.

But this voice sounds gentle and magnetic, and seems to be more charming than her master Lawrence.

"Mr. Carl, your dinner." The nun stepped into the door, and the door closed behind her the moment she finished speaking.

The cold wind reverberated in the room, with a hint of sweet aroma, luxurious and somewhat bloody.

"I'm curious." The voice said slowly, coming from behind the nun, "What charm does Lawrence have that can make you so determined."

The nun narrowed her eyes, sensing a huge threat, she turned her head and smashed the wooden plate in her hand.

"The response was quick." The wooden plate turned a corner and hit the wall, shattering into pieces.The divine blood in it also fell to the ground, and the strong smell of blood covered up the fragrance of the cold wind.

The nun's eyes were red, her white teeth turned into fangs, and she looked fiercely at the person behind her.

That's not Carl at all.The man behind him had blond hair whitened under the moonlight, and dark red pupils as deep as pools of blood.There was an ancient aura about him, deeper than Lawrence's.

If Lawrence is a fancy crystal pendant, "Carl" is the shining amethyst in the underground mine.

What frightened the nun even more was that there was not only one noble vampire here. In the darkness where the moonlight could not reach, there was a hunter dressed in a short jacket with a silver gun on his waist.

"Don't be so scared." Andre walked towards the nun, "You still have to thank that kind Mr. Hunter for delaying your death."

The nun stared round her eyes, her body froze in place, unable to breathe under the pressure of the vampire in front of her.You can't escape, you can't die, you can only let it manipulate you.

Andre rested on the nun's shoulders, staring into those fearful eyes, and said, "Don't be nervous, the hunter over there said, if you haven't done anything bad, I'll save your life."

Lyons came out from the darkness, and the nun saw the hunter clearly.With a cold face and straight mouth corners, he was frowning at "Carl", as if he disliked him for moving too slowly.

"Shh, look here." Andre brushed the nun's face with his cane.

The nun felt her mind lighten, and followed Andre's eyes uncontrollably. Those blood-colored agate-like pupils were gentle and strict, and she did not allow resistance or concealment.

"Let me see what you have done." Andre said, the nun blinked, and the memories in her mind burst out.

Compared with human beings, a vampire's memory is too much.Moreover, the vampires have a certain resistance to mind reading, and it is not easy to read the mind of vampires.

Andre opened his eyes and saw a frowning girl in a gorgeous dress.The girl's face was covered with powder, and her mouth was as fat as blood.The maid behind her combed her long hair, and thought about how the eldest lady married to the north, so she had to take care of herself.

With a sullen face, the girl suddenly swept the dressing table in front of her on the ground together, and the crackling sound attracted other people.She was crying and angry, and finally she was slapped by the bearded man and dragged back to the house by the servants.

The girl's husband is an older, ordinary-looking baron.

In my memory, girls were forced to marry far away and used as a tool for political marriage, which is pitiful and pathetic.

As a spectator, Andre watched the first scene silently, and dutifully commented: "You are very smart, and the best trick you learned from Lawrence should be hypocrisy."

As he spoke, a woman's shrill scream appeared, and the sad scene in front of him melted like ink.

The girl married far away. Although the baron is ordinary-looking and older, he is a real gentleman.He asked the servants at home to respect the girl, and he never had other lovers.He takes girls to proms, to buy favorite clothes, to picnics.

Her natal parents wanted her to seek benefits from the baron and gain status.The baron didn't want to make it difficult for her, so he gave in everywhere.

However, a long flow of water is nothing compared to love at first sight, and resentment makes the girl refuse to perceive the kindness around her.She hates her parents for being snobby and selfish.I also feel that the baron is greedy for beauty and complicit with her parents.

This resentment grew until, at a ball, she met Lawrence.

A young and handsome nobleman who knows how to coax girls, how can he be inferior to the rigid old man at home.That night, Lawrence first embraced her.

The girl obeyed Lawrence's words and coaxed the baron to obey her. After gaining power, she returned to her hometown, killed her biological parents, and set fire to the old manor.And poisoned his husband when the baron found out.

At this point, the girl avenges her hatred, breaks free, and can finally wander the world with his beloved Lawrence.

The memory of the nun told Andre that there were too many women "redeemed" by Lawrence, and they were grateful and loved this benefactor.They think this is right, so they kill in the name of "justice" and regard it as a good deed.

"Excellent," Andre said. "You have presented your case perfectly. Am I right, Mr. Hunter?"

Leading ordinary people to participate in mind reading is a very dangerous thing. If the other party is not determined enough, it may cause harm or confusion to self-knowledge.

But when Lyons proposed to participate, he obviously didn't trust him to tell the truth. Andre never reminded the self-righteous stupid human beings.

Lyons' complexion was very bad at this time, he was a little dizzy, his mind was buzzing, and his little sympathy was also exhausted.The current Mr. Hunter, apart from being uncomfortable, has no extra feelings to give to the pitiful nun who is lying on the ground.

In the eyes of the nun, the performance of the hunter is the default.She yelled frantically: "What's wrong with me! Those stupid humans sent me out as goods, and that man, I don't like him, is it because he covets my face, covets my fertility, I Should I be grateful to him!"

"Calm down, ma'am." Andre took a step back, avoiding the claws stretched out by the nun, and avoiding the hem of his clothes being caught in strips, "I'm not interested in arguing with you about what the judge should do, except your parents and family members. Yours Husband and the dozen or twenty, or hundreds of people who later collaborated with Lawrence to kill, probably would not agree with your words."

"Also, the baron didn't seem to have married other women when you were older, nor asked you to have children. From what I've seen, before you met Lawrence, except for the night of your wedding, you didn't have any sex with you. My husband has been in bed for the second time." As Andre said, the nun's face turned pale.

Lawrence is the devil who instigates evil thoughts. Before that, she was almost about to see the baron's goodness countless times, but she was forbidden by the little freedom that was deprived of her heart.

During the one or two hundred years of being a vampire, she sometimes thought of the man who would take her to the suburbs to bask in the sun and pick out necklaces in jewelry stores.The man who has been lying in the cemetery with his name engraved on the tombstone.

She is free, but has no home.Lawrence's love is the love of "God" and the love of "Demon".Sprinkle widely to many people, never target her alone.

Andrei was not interested in the nun's confession, or even her mere exclamation.Even the mind reading this time he thought it was unnecessary.

It is very troublesome to lead ordinary people to read the mind of a vampire. The most serious and direct consequence is that he will starve.

In this regard, Andre firmly counted the account on the meddling hunter.

"That's it, ma'am." Andre strangled the nun's neck.

The nun struggled and shouted hoarsely: "No! I don't deserve to die! I was right! I saved those women. Human beings are dirty and despicable. They deserve to be killed..."

"boom!"

The silver bullet pierced the nun's side abdomen and penetrated into the internal organs.The pumped blood stained Andre all over.

Andre threw away the nun with a bad face.

"boom!"

Another bullet went straight into the nun's heart.

Andre wiped the indelible blood on his clothes, and said coldly to the hunter who raised his gun: "Give me your cloak later, or I don't mind breaking a hunter's neck."