murder poppy

"Lines" was bored in the cell and looked at the big eyes of the black bread for a long time, and finally waited for a bat to ask for credit.

The bat squeezed in through the railing, spread its wings, raised its head and said, "He let you fly so far just to say that the bread is bad?"

Bats can completely imitate the other party's voice when they communicate, and the bats he raises seem to be smarter. No matter how you look at a bat's face, it has the expression of a hunter who needs to be beaten.

"Just one sentence?" Andre asked.

The bat shook its head violently, and its paws stopped for another half a minute, saying, "Tell him that I have tried my best to weaken the armed forces of Owen's guards, and go to him immediately after dealing with Lawrence, and tell him to be careful."

"Is it because I haven't worked for too long, my brain is broken." Andre looked at the bat that was crawling into his arms, and moved his fingers to pick up the black bread that fell outside and threw it to the mouth open and barking. Raising children is exhausting.

The self-worth of the bat who completed the task was satisfied, and he flew to the beam with the black bread in his arms.

The following time was a bit boring, but fortunately, the evil of human beings would never disappoint Andre.The oil lamps in the corridor came on and off, accompanied by the sound of footsteps coming hurriedly and excitedly.

"Lines, my friend, long time no see!" The false greeting came first.

Andre knocked on the floor, and the bat on the beam threw away the tough black bread and flew into Andre's pocket.

The visitor specially changed into gorgeous clothes, the boots were leather specially provided by nobles, and the scabbard at the waist was inlaid with gems, like male peacocks competing for beauty in front of females.

Andre put on a straight face, lowered his voice, and imitated Lyons' tone and said, "I'm not your friend, the traitor of Blood Hunt."

Owen's giggles echoed around the tiny cell, sharp and obscene.Andre moved his wrist, and the rope rubbed against his skin loosely, reminding him that covering his ears seemed impossible, so he frowned and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It's nothing, my friend." Owen looked at "Lines" sarcastically, and his condescending position satisfied his desire to conquer, "After all, it is Inspector Lines who is still being captured by the blood hunter. And I, what you said Traitor to Bloodhunt, soon to be commended and out on a business trip to hunt down the criminal Lyons. It's not funny at all, is it?"

"Lines" frowned, doubts and uneasiness could be traced in his pretendingly calm eyes, which made Owen even more happy.

"Well, how should I put it, there are many crimes that have no clue. This traitor can be me or you. It just depends on who of us has the right to speak." Owen looked at the man with his hands tied and sitting on the ground, "and Now who has the final say, it seems to be clear at a glance?"

"Ah! Speaking of which, your advisor taught me this good method. I really have to thank him for his intelligence when I have time." Owen admired, "It turns out that your kind of benevolence and morality is not very effective in raising blood."

It is a shameful thing to be betrayed by one's own subordinates, which not only proves the master's lack of ability, but also represents a loophole in employing people. "Lines" pursed his lips, as if he had been poked in his mind.

The more he remained silent, the more unresponsive Owen vented his emotions, and the pleasure brought by insulting his opponent was greatly reduced.Owen lowered his face, thinking of other ways.

"Speaking of which, when I invited the inspector to watch the criminal law before, the inspector refused me with contempt." Owen said regretfully, and then opened the cell door, "Now is a great opportunity, why don't you bother the inspector to visit my latest Proud torture chamber?"

"It's up to you." "Lines" looked at Owen coldly, obviously understanding what he was up to, so he simply stood up and walked out.

"Bah!" Owen narrowed his eyes, "It's good for you! I'll see if you're still tough when you get there."

The basement of the annex building used to be a spacious library. Books about blood races, spells, and formations were once piled here.Finding books requires a ladder.

But now all the bookshelves have been emptied, and there is not even half a sheet of paper in the basement.Strange instruments of torture and reagents are placed here one after another, and some of the instruments of torture are still tied with corpses.Everything is distributed in different compartments, partitioned with proposed wooden panels or door curtains.

The basement was sprayed with a strong perfume, which mixed with the smell of sweetness and blood, creating a fishy-sweet unpleasant smell.For the vampires with a keen sense of smell, it was simply hell.

"You sold the divine blood in the North District." Andre saw the familiar diluted potion when he entered the door.A red-eyed monster was tied to the cross not far away. When it sensed someone approaching, it immediately opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards them.

The length of the chain was obviously calculated, no matter how the monster struggled, the dripping saliva could only stop at Owen's heels.With his back to the monster, Owen talked and laughed happily, with a kind of calm spirit.

"Those are good things," Owen said. "A mixture of addictive drugs and vampire blood, the body and mind can have otherworldly experiences. Isn't it a great invention?"

Andre didn't answer, and continued to observe the huge torture chamber.

Analyzing the smell of blood in such a terrible environment is torture, but it is indeed a shortcut to understanding the situation.The ordinary blood and perfume that accounted for the most in the air were removed, and there were a few pure-smelling blood mixed in it.

"Didn't the inspector invite me to watch your torture chamber?" Andre frowned, his face full of suppressed disgust and shock.

This look pleases Owen and provokes his desire to show off.

"Of course! It's rare for Inspector Lines to come here, not only to watch, but we have to take advantage of the opportunity to do a good experiment." Owen stared at "Lines" with a grinning grin, "I haven't used good-quality human beings to do it yet. Experiment!"

The intimidated subjects have no fear, which, although uninteresting, fits the image of Lyons in Owen's memory.

This mighty hunter does not cry when wounded, does not fear death, and fights like a mad lion.Owen hated this person, but it would be very pleasing if the other party became a test subject for him to slaughter.

For precious materials, Owen has never been stingy with his tolerance.

Andre's memory of the former site of the blood hunt is extremely accurate. The basement is so big that he can't even see it. The aisles here are connected to the aisles, and there are secret doors inside the wooden doors.Every space is a place of execution.

Taking advantage of Owen's high spirits, he threw out the bat that was on standby in his pocket, said something softly, and the bat flew out through the shadow of the corner of the wall like an arrow.

"You were also the first divine blood case in the North District." Andre let go of the bat and returned his attention to the huge cross in the middle of the compartment.

"No, no, no! That's my source of inspiration! I have to admit that the god who formed the black mandala is a genius! That cross, that basement! If it wasn't for the stupidity of the believers, it would be more beautiful." Owen sighed, pulling away a A secret door, "Next room, Lyons, or are you 'tired'?"

"The beauty here is a bit dazzling, isn't it? It's okay, we can slow down!" Owen suggested kindly, but his eyes seemed to want to tear people apart.

This is a game. If "Lines" feels even a little shaken or scared in spirit, Owen is sure to make the excellent material develop its due effect.

The stronger the will, the more beautiful it is when it breaks down.

Andre glanced at the blood-wrapped cross and said, "No need."

This sentence sounded a bit pretentious, Owen smiled, and indulged the final struggle of the prey, "Ah, by the way, I remembered that there is an old friend of the inspector here! Do you want to see it?"

"What?" Andre's doubts were not feigned. As far as he knew, hunters had very few friends.

Owen bent his eyes, picked through the hidden doors, finally selected one, and pulled it open: "If you still remember, the owner of a well-known wine estate in the southern district!"

There is a hanging oil lamp directly in front of the house, and the lamp oil is dripping and falling.

An already stiff face under the oil lamp opened its mouth, just enough to swallow the lamp oil into its internal organs.The body is naked, with bound limbs, and the skin is mottled with burns.Like a curious sculpture.

He was indeed Lyons' friend, even Andre knew him.

"Simon." Andre asked in a deep voice, "Why is he here?"

"Ah, some small gifts for cooperating with God." Owen said nonchalantly, and took out a piece of paper from the mailbox on the wall to check, "Our manor owner is determined, let me see, um, the endurance level A is not bad material."

"Does your torture chamber have any meaning?" "Lines" closed his eyes, as if he didn't want to hear Owen comment on these corpses.

"Of course!" Owen stuffed the paper back, "It's a choice.

"Oh, and this one is also my masterpiece!" Owen left Simon behind and opened another secret door, "Come on, Lyons, or do you mean that you can't wait to become one of them?"

Owen is indeed a rare "genius" in torture and torture.He is committed to seeking more painful capital punishment, and he also likes to let people die in the highest excitement.Extreme, morbidly aesthetic death and criminal law are the bread that feeds his desires.

Any sense can produce death, pain, suffocation, itching, even sex, is one of the paths leading to death.

This old basement site that guarded human beings has become a paradise for real demons.

"You are so talented in going crazy, Mr. Owen." Andre sighed after viewing most of the torture room.

The "devil" hidden in human beings is a crime that even the devil is ashamed of.

"Thanks for the compliment!" Owen smiled and pushed open a door. The room was extremely clean, with tool racks and all kinds of blood. "Then, let's practice."

"Lines" gritted his teeth and stared at Owen.

Owen knew that his prey had begun to show its weaknesses, so he shrugged and compromised: "Or we can wait a little longer and want to see the room prepared for your consultant?"

He happily walked to another room, which was larger than all the other rooms, hanging from the roof like an inverted cross, and a silver torture bed was placed in the center.

"I will avenge you, Lyons. Your advisor is the most attractive prey I have ever met."

Andre moved his eyes away, and found a small claw with wings attached to it in the corner of the room.He raised his eyebrows and said, "Thank you for your generosity, Mr. Owen. But before that, I think you don't mind giving some kind answers to your prey."

The author says:

In this chapter, "Lines" actually refers to Andre, but these behaviors are shown by Andre as Lynes bewitching Owen, so part of the distinction is made.May cause some difficulties in understanding.But if no distinction is made, Andre's behavior will be somewhat contradictory.So this chapter has worked hard for everyone to distinguish QAQ