murder poppy

Early the next morning Andre walked out from the corner and knocked on the railing, waking up the guards who were dozing off.

The moon was still hanging in the sky, the light red sun glow was a bit dark blue, and the air was cold and humid, which was very suitable for sleeping.

The guard who was disturbing Shen Han was taken aback. He stood up straight and found that the culprit was a daywalker who had taken refuge in his master. He immediately knocked back with the silver blade in his hand in dissatisfaction: "What's the noise!"

The daywalker in the cell withdrew his hand knocking on the railing, and his long nails hung on the silver railing, making a slight scratching sound.

"I want to see Owen."

The unhurried pace of speech made the sentence echo in the empty cell.A few simple words reverberated, like an ancient spell, which shocked people a little.

The guard was stunned for a moment, and after recovering, he looked at the guy named "Carl" with disdain.

Daywalker seemed to be a little thinner than yesterday, and a few strands of hair fell from the outside of the hood. Since the number was very small, the color could not be seen.Even the voice has become a lot lighter.

"Go to sleep with someone before dark, you're sick!" the guard shook his head and cursed irritably, the silver blade poked into the cell, trying to force the daywalker to go back and stop making trouble.

"Crack", a cold hand grasped his wrist.

The guards were startled, and they grabbed his wrist with great force, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

"I said, I want to see Owen." Daywalker took off his hood, his scarlet eyes pierced the opponent's eyeballs, and the screaming man stopped immediately.

"Tell him Andre has a deal to do with him, and I'll be looking for him in an hour. Fuck off."

The voice fell, and the strength that restrained the wrist disappeared.The man swallowed, turned and ran.

The cell used to hold the prisoners was specially made by Blood Hunter, but it was dilapidated, and the silver rod would bend when it was lightly broken.

Andre walked out of the cell calmly, and glanced under the bearing pillar in the distance.

The rising sun elongates the shadow of the pillar, and a shadow of humanity gradually protrudes outside the slender pillar.

Andre lifted his cloak to wipe off the silver flakes on his hands, approached the load-bearing pillar, and said to the hunter standing upright behind the pillar, "It's a good show, sir."

The room where Owen lived was the most luxurious annex building of the temple.The small villa is exquisitely decorated with exquisite materials.There are many famous paintings hanging on the wall, and the ornaments used for decoration are also of good craftsmanship.

This is the private house of the former president of Blood Hunt.

Andre admired the corridor that could be called a museum all the way, but felt sorry for this nice building.After all, their current owner is a country bumpkin who doesn't understand anything.

The country bumpkin was enjoying breakfast in the master bedroom.

When Andre arrived, the guards had just arrived and were tremblingly reporting the situation.There was a wooden table in front of Owen, on which were black tea, steak and toast, and even a small piece of cake.

This kind of treatment can still be given in the wilderness, I don't know how much manpower was spent.

But no matter how delicious the food is, for Owen now, he has no taste for it.

"What are you talking about!?" Owen stared, throwing the fork in his hand like a dagger towards the kneeling man.

"Crack!" The man swallowed as the fork plunged into the carpet, "Carl said... Ann, Andre wants to make a deal with you, once..."

"He will come to you in an hour." Andre received it. He was satisfied to see Owen's frightened expression, and he didn't care about the rude attitude of the other party scrambling and yelling behind the guards.

"Good morning, Mr. Owen." Andre greeted with a smile, and swarms of bats soared into the air, kicking off the silver guns raised by the guards, "I'm here to make a deal with you. Of course, partners can't do it , I don’t mind killing a few more people.”

Owen looked around, looked at Andre again, and suddenly shouted cruelly: "Get out!"

The guards wanted to escape quickly, and rushed out of the master bedroom like swimming fish.

"What deal do you have to do?" Owen watched Andre up and down, and said after seeing the familiar cloak and clothes, "You are 'Karl'?"

"Smart." Andre praised, "at least smarter than Lyons. I like to make deals with smart people."

No matter what Andre's intentions were, no one would not like to hear compliments.What's more, Owen and Lioness have a lot of old and new grudges. Hearing someone say that he is better than Lions, stepped on his heart even more.

"To put it simply, I broke up with that idiot." Andre nestled on the sofa familiarly, more like the owner of this room than Owen, "You should understand what I mean, that hunter is boring and rigid , I want to raise wolves if I don’t take meat. I’m not a great saint who believes in God.”

The corner of the vampire's mouth dropped, his voice was cold, and Owen could read the feeling of gnashing of teeth.

"Do you think I can take out meat to feed your wolf?"

Andre pointed to the floor, "Here is the piece of meat I am looking for. The Mandala Guild has a lot of things. I want to get involved. Is there a problem?"

Owen's vigilance has dropped a lot, and people with desires are easier to control than those without desires.He rolled his eyes and snatched the negotiation area: "Why should I give you a share for nothing?"

"You haven't penetrated the inside of the mandala yet." Andre said while watching Owen's face, and Owen's tense facial muscles told him that he guessed right.

"No one knows bloodlines better than me. Without bloodlines, no matter how capable you are, you're just a throwaway tool. A waste like Lawrence can be equal to you. Is Detective Owen willing to be someone else's servant?"

Owen lowered his face and stared at Andre closely: "What do you mean?"

"My purpose is very simple." Andre stood up, "I will never be inferior to others. The people behind the mandala are not qualified for me to serve them, so I decided to - stand up, be king."

"I don't know what the detective wants?"

Owen was moved by Andre's word for word.This is what he has always wanted to do.

He took out the old site of Bloodhunt and all the troops he had developed in Bloodhunt to come here just to show his sincerity and cooperate with Black Mandala.

However, the other party sent out such a useless blood race and a bunch of women to send him off, using him as a money bag.It's no wonder Owen can swallow this breath!

"What do you want to do?" Owen calmed down and asked.

"It depends on your situation, Inspector. I have my sincerity, so at least I have to have an equal return before I choose a partner." Andre did not show his expression.

"Okay! I'll give you my sincerity. If you want to know anything, just ask!"

"The current situation of the temple, and Bloodhunter's pursuit of me and Lyons, as well as your strength." Owen hesitated, and Andre added, "There must be none of them."

"There are only me and Lawrence in the temple. Bloodhunter is still chasing you, and the arrest warrant has not been removed. As for my troops, I will show you around after we confirm the cooperation."

Andre raised his eyebrows. As expected of a treacherous old fox, Owen didn't give anything after talking about it, and his own strength was still vague.

But Andre doesn't mind, one more sentence is just one message, and he is always worth it: "That is to say, the 'God' will not come at all, and the feast is just a cover?"

Owen nodded: "Since you know the black mandala, you understand what they do with these day walkers. On the day of the feast, Lawrence will choose the two best day walkers as new members of the mandala, and the others will become gods." The food is recovered by the array."

The feast of the gods is to provide a rich feast for the gods, and the daywalkers who live in the temple are the best ingredients for this feast.

Andre nodded, "In other words, as long as the feast goes on as scheduled, it's not impossible for us to kill Lawrence, right?"

Owen raised his head when he heard this, and looked at Andre in shock and excitement.

Andre continued to add: "According to my understanding of the black mandala, members and superiors rely on formations and letters, and there is no direct contact. An accident of a low-level member cannot affect the superior member. This also means that we can send Lawrence Instead."

"My bloodline is much higher than Lawrence's. I can also do the formations and spells that he can do. As for the god who hides in the lair and dare not show his head, when he discovers the abnormality, it is his death."

Owen was breathing heavily.Vampires are lunatics, and Andre's ambitions are bigger than he thought.He just wanted to become a local emperor by attaching himself to the black mandala, but Andre wanted to swallow the entire guild.

Arrogant, but arrogant enough to make people love it.

"It sounds very tempting." Owen admitted, "We are all smart people, I believe you can understand, without a physical chip in hand, I will not easily jump on anyone's boat."

"So it's time for me to show my sincerity." Andre was not angry or flustered, as if he had been prepared.

"Nord sent you to guard Lyons, and you are here now, what's wrong?"

Owen's face froze, and he took a savage mouthful: "He ran away, damn it. That idiot president actually wanted to punish me for this. If I shot him down earlier, nothing would happen!"

Andre was very satisfied with Owen's gaffe, the so-called wicked have their own grind.Guildmaster Nord is at least a little useful - a good way to piss off a shameless person.

"Blood Hunter is a good tool. It is very convenient to collect day walkers and recruit people. It is a pity to discard it. The matter of Datura has been noticed by Blood Hunter. We must have an excuse to act here." Andre Seeing that Owen was thoughtful, he continued, "Inspector Owen has been on a long-term business trip to catch the blood hunter, what do you think of this excuse?"

"What kind of ghost?" Owen wondered. Could it be him...

"There are two detectives who disappeared in the blood hunt, and one of them still has a wanted warrant."

"But what if Lioness goes to clarify?"

Andre waited for Owen's words. After such a long battle, the fish finally took the bait.

"My sincerity is—" Andre stared at Owen, raised the corner of his mouth, "Lines is in my hands."

"Now, Mr. Inspector, do you want to consider cooperating?"