murder poppy

In the evening, the patrols in the corridor disappeared completely, and the nuns left in a hurry after delivering the blood for the day walker.

The church full of sacred atmosphere is empty, only foreign tourists hide in the guest rooms, waiting for God to come.

There was a slight rubbing sound from the closed door in the corridor, and two men came out from the middle room.

One was wrapped in a cloak, while the other, in bunt gear with his wrists tied behind him, followed sullenly behind the cloaked man.

At the same time, a bat skipped along the roof, and its sharp claws rubbed relentlessly on the stained glass window, which is called a work of art, until it ground a circular hole for entry and exit.

The bat quickly flew towards the annex building, skipping the guard guarding the door, brushing past the maid carrying the wine, and slicing through the glass of Owen's bedroom in the same way, and landed on a plate of freshly grilled steak with a "snap". superior.

The knife and fork that Owen raised was aimed at the bat's big round eyes and two rows of sharp fangs after opening its mouth.

"I've brought you here, see you in the dungeon." The bat clasped its paws on the steak, and opened its mouth to convey the message.After the eight words were finished, it shook its head to shake off the black pepper sauce on its body and landed on the white tablecloth.Then flashed its wings and got out of the glass window.

"..." The dinner on the table was ruined. The steak had a few sharp holes and the messy sauce made it look like leftover food, completely disrupting Owen's appetite.

Vampires have never been a good thing.Owen threw the knife and fork on the table, ignoring the half-smiling gazes of the surrounding people, and shouted sullenly, "Go to the dungeon!"

When Owen rushed to the dungeon in a hurry, Lyons was sitting cross-legged on the good carpet and eating black bread.Andre, who was wrapped in a cloak, sat on the table and closed his eyes to rest.And the door of the cell was wide open, and the two people inside seemed like travelers who came to play.

In contrast, Owen, who was hungry, was the most embarrassed.

"Inspector Owen." Andre stood up, "I hope I didn't disturb your dinner."

"Ka Chi", "Ka Chi".

The prisoner on the side gnawed on the black bread like a squirrel, and the falling residue was just picked up by the bat nestling next to his leg.

Owen pulled the corner of his mouth, gritted his teeth and said, "Don't bother."

"People are here." Andre grabbed Lyons' wrist and stopped him from gnawing on the bread.A mandala imprint on the back of the hand suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, it was as black as ink, and the outline of the petals was extremely clear.

"I'm naturally worried about what the inspector is worried about. The curse is in my hand, and the person is with you. I don't care what you want to do, but make sure that he is alive when I come back."

Lyons squinted his eyes and gave Andre a cold look, then lowered his head and didn't say anything, completely ignoring Owen.He also does not comment on the items he was traded on the spot.

"I brought him here, and it's in your dungeon. The inspector should be relieved now."

"Of course, of course, it's a formality!" Owen didn't complain about Andre casting a spell on Lyons, but was happy to see his old opponent suffer.On the other hand, Andre's move is also showing that he does have the same or even stronger abilities as Lawrence.

It is a demonstration, and it is also a display of chips.Owen likes to make deals with dangerous people, because it often means greater benefits.

"Okay, people can't escape here, I still have some details to compare with you." Andre walked out of the cell, glanced at the jailer standing aside, and the jailer hurriedly stepped forward to put on the lock.

Owen stared viciously at Lyons, who sat on the carpet safely, without any self-knowledge of being a prisoner, and even kicked out the black bread that fell on the side with his toes, hitting Andre's boot heel.

Andre felt the collision of his heels, saw Owen's vicious eyes, and Lyons' expressionless face, and reminded: "...the overall situation is the most important, Owen."

Owen nodded, looked away from his old opponent, and invited Andre to the reception room.

"The patrol team has already patrolled the north building, thank you for your cooperation." Andre sat on the sofa, raised his left leg, and smiled at Owen, "I need something that can order them, badges, instructions, what It will be all right."

Owen hesitated.

Andre continued: "You should know the virtue of the inspector's own patrol team best. Scoundrels, robbers, I don't want to help organize the army in an emergency. If the inspector is stingy with this power, I think We can terminate the transaction."

"What are you talking about! Why would I care about such a small matter." Owen rolled his eyes and said, "But I still don't know anything about your plan, and I don't know how to cooperate with the assistance!"

Andre frowned, as if in deep thought.

"As you wish, Inspector." Andre said, "Lawrence's blood is not pure, he is not a powerful blood family. It is not difficult to sneak into the annex and kill Lawrence. But his nun team, that is not a good deal s things."

Owen nodded in agreement, "Those nuns are lunatics! They only listen to Lawrence's words, and still draw those bloody formations!"

Andre: "The patrol team is used to contain the nuns. They are just a group of low-level vampires who have lived for more than 100 years. Silver guns and silver blades can kill them very well. Break them down one by one without forming a formation It's not difficult."

"If the patrol team attacks the nuns in groups and leads out of the auxiliary building, Lawrence himself will not be afraid." Andre was clearly organized, and Owen couldn't help but agree.

"Silver guns and silver blades are not something that a vampire should have." Andre said with a smile, "I will trouble the inspector to prepare these equipment."

The plan is clear, with Owen providing the material and Andre acting as the executioner.

Vampires do the killing, humans spend money and manpower.It's a balanced, racially specific trade.Owen was very satisfied with this, and readily agreed to Andre's request, and directly asked someone to bring the existing silver weapons to the patrol team.

All Owen has to do next is to wait.

Of course, in addition to this, the transaction also brought Irving an interesting toy, his old opponent-Lines.

Owen grinned, the insidiousness on his face coincided with his thoughts, and he walked towards the dungeon.

After Andre got Owen's badge, he walked out of the annex building quickly. Inside the hood, a fluffy bat poked its head and opened its mouth to express dissatisfaction to him: "Your bread is really bad, Inspector."

The little bat is only responsible for sending messages, so even if it is pushed into the hood, it will persevere in climbing up the shoulders to convey ideas to its beloved owner.

"He made you fly so far just to say that the bread tastes bad?" 'Andre', or rather, Lioness was quite helpless about the waste of the vampires, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The bat tilted its head, as if thinking about whether to bring this sentence back to its owner.

"Tell him that I have tried my best to weaken the armed forces of Owen's guards, and I will go to him immediately after dealing with Lawrence. Tell him to proceed carefully..."

Leon stood still for a moment, always feeling that Owen should be more careful than Andre.

The little bat didn't have as many worries as he did. He crouched on Lions' shoulder to make sure he had nothing else to say, spread his wings and disappeared into the night.

The annex building Lawrence chose was extremely remote, and it took three to ten minutes to walk across the woods.The road between the main building and the main building is simple, just a winding path, not even a torch.

The woods without light are full of dangers, and it is hard to imagine that there will be a group of nuns in slender black robes walking through it every day.

There were more fires behind the woods, and piles of firewood were scattered in the open space 100 meters away from the auxiliary building.Dodge towering trees and strange boulders like a poor village.

This is Owen's patrol.

Along with Lyons, there were also guards who came to deliver the equipment.A small group of them rode horses and brought a cart of silver knives in good condition, but they did not bring drinking water or food.

The patrol team has to run back and forth every day to bring daily necessities from the main building, so as to meet the requirements of being stationed here all day long.

It turns out that vampires are gifted at torturing people.The patrol team was already crowded with people, but after such a toss, the complaints against Owen naturally began to spread.

The guards threw down their weapons and rode away. They left all the appeals and swear words outside the annex building, and none of them were brought to Owen.

Lyons didn't go to talk to the patrol.Many of them have seen Andre's appearance.In order to maintain his physical strength, the illusion that Andre set on him was only a short-term spell, and now Lyons has returned to his normal appearance.

The woods outside the auxiliary building are very deep, and the night is pitch black. From time to time, there is the sound of wind blowing through the woods and grass, making swishing noises.

The firelights of the patrol were easy to recognize, and Lyons walked around these places and walked deeper into the woods.

The rustling sound gradually became closer, and there were the chirping of birds and the sound of insects flying around.Lions moved forward cautiously, and a group of black shadows fluttered their wings, aiming at Lions' arms with a clear goal.

"squeak--!"

A gray bat hit Lyons on the face, scratched a red mark with its claws rubbing against his ears, and stopped grabbing the brim of the hood.

Lyons looked in the direction the bat came from, and a few dimly lit torches appeared in the woods.

The bat "traversed" over the hood and kicked its paws in front of Lyons.

"Squeak! Squeak—"

A leather letter box was strapped to the calf of gray down, and was decorated with red cord.

Lyons lifted the bat and pulled out the letter from the mailbox.The little bat completed the task, turned around, rubbed its teeth against Lyons' fingers, repulsed the villain who had imprisoned its wings, and flew away again.

At the same time, the little fire light became brighter.Rows of hunters in full gear came out of the woods.

The bat skipped over the group of hunters and flew off into the distance.The sound of its flying provoked several suspicious and experienced hunters, who set up their bows and arrows and tried to aim.

"Stop." Lyons put away the letter and looked up at the leader walking out of the crowd.

Under the light of the fire, a long scar on the man's face was very obvious.

"Nice to meet you, President Nord."