murder poppy

There are two cemeteries in the North District.One is in the south, facing the sea and facing the city.And the other was to the west, next to a dying bush where the sacrifice was eaten by rats.

Henry is buried here.

Henry's funeral was paid for by the night watchman. A thin wooden coffin and a bad tombstone cost only seven silver coins in total.

The girl's grandmother is not literate, so the epitaph is rigid and ordinary, like a quarantine certificate stamped on mass-produced pork.

Lyons, with his shovel on his back, did not ask the priest to pray and rest.

After all, the god in the heart of the dead is not God, and the priest of Wisenor will not condescend to lead the way for a rogue in the street.

Lyons threw a shovel to Andre, stepped on the shovel, shoveled the bulldoze and said, "Help."

"Accordingly, I am a civil servant." Andre took the shovel and replied innocently.

"I've never seen a civil servant who can cut off his neck with his bare hands. Work, Mr. Advisor, or you won't have any twelve gold coins left at the end of the month." Lyons threw the soil where Andre was.

The latter dodged it lightly, and added in a low voice before going to work: "It's thirteen. You can't waste the money for laundry."

Lyons didn't want to argue with a vampire about whether it costs a gold coin to wash a pair of pants. He buried himself in the soil, and with the joint efforts of the two, he quickly saw the coffin.

Andre pressed the shovel under the coffin lid, and with a little force, he pried up a row of nails.He moves skillfully and quickly, very easily.

Lyons held a shovel and raised his eyebrows: "Civilian?"

Andre pushed off the coffin lid, threw the shovel aside, and said without guilt: "A civil servant with some strength."

It's been a while since the murder happened.The coffin was of poor quality, the weather was not too cold, and the corpse was covered with maggots.The stench of decay permeated the air.

Andre wrinkled his nose and backed away, and said disgustedly: "I regret coming to help you handle the case."

Honestly staying in the jungle castle, there is no need to dig through a rotting corpse.

Lioness had obviously seen a lot, and he used a shovel to push away the white bugs, and tilted Henry's head to one side.

Although it is partially mutilated, the huge bloody gash on the neck is very obvious.Undoubtedly, this is fatal.

The wound was extremely tragic, the fangs tore off a piece of flesh, causing severe blood loss from the aorta.

"It's rude." Andre commented, reaching out to fumble around Henry's pants.

He leaned forward and raised his head, afraid that if he lowered himself a little, he would see something dirty.

Fortunately, the hard work paid off.Satisfied, Andre took out a test tube and syringe, opened the cork, and smelled what he was looking for inside.

"The blood of that mysterious noble blood." Andre threw the test tube to Reins, and pulled out the flannel cloth from Reins's arms to wipe his hands.

"How could it be on Henry?" Lioness asked as he put the test tube in a bag.

"I have some guesses. But I'm not sure yet," Andre said.

"The only way to transform a bloodline is to have a first embrace. Only in this way can we get a rational and perfect offspring. But obviously this 'god' has other ideas. He uses the remaining blood of the Daywalker as a springboard, trying to find Possesses the method of creating bloodlines."

"Stimulation is one kind of experimentation, and the other is injecting blood." He held out his hand to show Lyons the cannula.

Lynes thought of the burn on the girl's arm, "so the burn on her arm didn't heal, so that's what happened."

"The blood of the high blood race is poison to the low blood race. The injection caused skin burns. At the same time, it also led to her transformation." Andre stopped.

Many questions remain.Injecting blood to transform vampires is nonsense.The daywalker who drank blood would also die, and the girl's survival seemed illogical.

"There is only one such blood. I think with Henry's IQ, he should not have thought of destroying the corpse. Therefore, it is guessed that this bottle of blood is not a long-term supply. In that diary, Henry is the messenger chosen by the 'God', and he led the wooden house. He is currently lying peacefully in the cemetery." Andre glanced at the horrific corpse, "Well, maybe he didn't sleep very happily forever."

"In short, the clues are completely broken now. Unless you can pry Nightingale's mouth open and let him talk to me about my 'citizens'. Otherwise, this case can only end here."

Andre was obviously not reconciled, and then asked: "Have you searched the other houses?"

"We waited for a few people, all of whom were homeless or drunkards in the city. They didn't know much, they just admitted that there was a god who promised eternal life." Lyons said, with some sarcasm, "but most of them were brought for violence. the excitement and joy of going.”

In other words, Henry, the messenger, did not bring fanatics like him, but took in a bunch of idlers.

The thread is completely broken.Henry's diary is crazy and babbling, without any clues about God.

Even his faithful believer has never even seen the face of "God".

Andre took the bait on his toes, kicked up the coffin lid to close the coffin, and said indifferently: "A wimp is indeed a wimp. What a waste of time."

He thought for a moment and said, "Actually, there is another way."

Lions looked at him upon hearing the sound.

"Let me read the mind of that daywalker."

"No." Lioness categorically refused.

"Why not? According to your human logic, she is already a monster, not a human, nor a child. Besides, it's just mind reading, and I won't kill her. I'm not interested in the blood of beasts." Andre said somewhat dissatisfied.

It was a concession that he didn't directly read the mind.This human indecision was so hypocritical that it turned his stomach.

"Or can you tolerate her and send her home? Lyons, you know the style of blood hunting better than me. You will find out her identity, and then brand her as a devil, burn her to death or behead her." Andre narrowed his eyes, "You think so too, don't you?"

Lyons gave him a cold look, did not refute, but ordered: "Don't read anyone's mind. The next time you are responsible for hanging around your neck is not the holy weapon but the guillotine."

He didn't care about threatening Andre.He raised his hands in surrender. "Your order, sir."

Lyons hurried out after returning to the night watch.The homeless men who were captured have not been interrogated in detail, and Nightingale will give an explanation.

Andre was bored on the night patrol, so he simply lay down in the coffin.

When Lioness came back, he saw the closed coffin and the quiet room, closed the door, and chose to make do with the night on the sofa in the hall.

The moon was round at night, and the thin mist could not cover the bright moonlight, and the pure light shone through the window on the smooth coffin.

Subtle friction sounds sounded little by little, as if the moonlight brought about the revival of ancient creatures.

Andre quietly pushed the coffin away, looked at the moon for a while, and finally turned into a bat and flew out of the night patrol.

The silver ring shrunk around the bat's neck, glowing in protest.However, the opponent was obviously too strong, and quickly quieted down.

The North District at night is not quiet.The lights in the tavern contrast with the hustle and bustle of the all-night carnival and the homeless people living in the streets, weaving a contradictory but real city.

The streets where Blood Hunt is located are as deserted as in daytime.

Andre circled around in the sky, and slipped in through the stained glass window on the second floor that he forgot to close.

The surveillance system was still working, but Andre's aura was very secretive and did not disturb anyone.

He flew into the cellar, skipped Chagang's patrol, squeezed his way through the iron bars, and plunged into the girl's arms.

The burn on the girl's arm was much more serious.Andre flew around her arm twice, scratched the flesh with his claws, and gouged out a piece of bad flesh.

The pain made the girl's eyes widen, but when she saw Andre, she found that she couldn't say anything.

The bat threw away the red flesh, and after the girl's arm grew new flesh, it turned into a human again.

"Shh." Andre raised his finger and gestured at the girl, "I can't cure your injury. But at least it won't hurt until the blood corrodes the skin and flesh again. Next time such an injury occurs, just take this piece of flesh away." Cut it out, you know?"

The girl trembled in fear, and Andre's breath made her terrified.But the pain relief is real, so the girl nodded like a stray milk dog.

Andre rubbed her head, feeling like he was rubbing the mass that was thrown at the edge of the jungle.

"It may be a little hard for a while, but I need to know what Uncle Henry did to you." Andre looked at the girl and moaned.

The word "Uncle Henry" seemed to be a terrible spell, and the children under him began to tremble and become irritable.She is remembering, fearing.

Andre needed this. He kissed the girl's forehead and said softly, "It will be fine soon."

Then time stood still, and the girl stared in a daze.

Andre closed his eyes, and he returned to the wooden house on the border.Henry pushed open the door with a cheap wine bottle, and dragged the girl into his bedroom.

Beat and scold, insult.After this, he took out the test tube, squeezed the girl's mouth and forced her to drink it.Then open the girl's mouth like looking at some peerless treasure, to see if the two canine teeth have become longer.

After finding no movement, he went into a rage.

Andre felt the earthquake in the world, and the girl was afraid.Then the screen changed, and we came to the cross brick house in the cellar.

Not only is Henry standing here, but other men are also standing here.Whether tall or short, fat or thin, Andre saw the same qualities in them.

Decadent and proud.

This group of men got the pleasure of controlling the prey in the violence and violation of a child. Crying and begging for mercy are the most delicious food.

Henry stood aside, chanting sickly: "After suffering is rebirth, become the flesh and blood of God and save us."

Andre watched coldly, he felt the girl's helplessness and her hatred.There is still a slight desire for flesh and blood.

At this point, the delicate wolf cub began to change quietly. Her teeth became sharp and her claws became hard.

The screen is interrupted again.

Henry looked very happy when he appeared again.Holding a half-full test tube in his hand, he kept talking to himself: "God has come to care for me. The previous methods were all wrong. Needle tube, needle tube."

He weighed the delicate leather case and found a syringe and shackles inside.Then went to the living room and caught the girl.

As the blood slowly flowed into the white and thin arms, Henry held his breath and watched the girl nervously.

The blood of the blood race caused a large area of ​​burns, and the pain made the girl bark her fangs, which made Henry overjoyed.With trembling hands, he took out a clean knife blade and a silver bowl to dig out the girl's heart.

The girl seemed to be in extreme pain, with her head hanging down, she was rarely stable.

Andre sneered at Henry's unstoppable breathing, unstoppable trembling, and walked towards the longevity he pursued.

The moment the sharp blade touches the child's skin.Henry's eyes widened, and he pushed the girl away screaming.

There was a piece of flesh in his neck, and the main artery was damaged so that he could only make a silent breathing sound, but fell to the ground within a few minutes.

Andre looked at the panting girl who had just tasted killing, and praised: "Smart hunter."

His nerves were equally excited.

Blood, death.

Everything is so beautiful, attracting him like a deadly poison.

The girl did a good job of holding back, hiding, and then killing with one blow.This revenge is brilliant.

Andre cupped the staring child's face, the same fangs and red eyes making them look alike.

"There is a way to save you."

After he finished speaking, when his fangs touched the girl's neck, a low and angry voice interrupted the sacred ceremony.

"Andre. Let her go."