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The prey that fell into the trap seemed to show the expression of a hunter. Owen blinked, and "Lines" returned to his original indifference.

Misunderstanding, Owen thought.

The joy of catching his favorite prey made him extremely tolerant, and he graciously accepted "Lines"'s request, "What do you want to ask?"

"The dead agent, are you able to do it?"

"What agent?" Owen wondered.

"The detective is so forgetful." Andre raised his eyebrows. "Not long ago, my advisor was accused of killing Agent Bloodhunter and his family. Did you forget so soon?"

"It's normal to forget such a small thing from so long ago!" Owen waved his hand indifferently, "It's just a small trick, and of course it's also a bargaining chip for cooperation. If God wants to favor me, I have to bring some sacrifices, right?"

"Speaking of which, your consultant and Mandala don't seem to be getting along well. They don't like Andre very much."

"I only care about the truth." Andre continued to ask with a cold face, "Is the sacred blood that is prevalent in the North District your handwriting? There is also a rule to take the sacred blood regularly every month, and you will support the day walker?"

"No, no, no." Owen shook his head, "Daywalkers are not worthy of being raised. The number of blood races is rare, and having one is very valuable! I don't want to play with important toys. But the Daywalker is different. This one is dead, but you can still use it." There is another one. Divine blood is a good thing, although the ability of the transformed blood race is average, it is more than enough for experiments."

"Those hunters in the blood hunt are simple-minded and greedy for fame and fortune. I just tempted them a little bit and regarded 'divine blood' as the holy medicine for evolution. It is used regularly every month to cultivate more pure blood race!" Owen Frowning in disgust, he said with disgust, "Those useless ordinary people have mixed blood, and few of them can succeed."

"Where does your divine blood come from? Do you have a higher-level blood in your hand?" Andre continued to ask. It seemed that Owen and Datura had nothing to do with each other at the beginning, but the behavior patterns of the two were too consistent. Need to ask clearly.

"Unfortunately, no." Owen shook his head, "Strigoi are too rare, so divine blood is the purpose of my cooperation with 'God'. I don't care about his clichés, I just need high-purity vampires for my research. .”

"You seem to have a lot of questions, and it's too troublesome to answer one by one. I can't wait to start the experiment, Lyons." Owen smiled, "You want to know what I have been doing in the North District, right?"

Andre glanced at Owen and nodded.

"If even Inspector Lines doesn't notice anything about me, it proves that I'm successful." Owen raised his head proudly, looking down at "Lines" like a loser.

It's a pity that he is short and fat, even standing on the steps, he is still shorter, which looks a little funny.

"In the beginning, I just selected those strong and outstanding ordinary people. But mortals are too fragile, and those crying and struggling of collapse have no beauty. Then, I met a half-awakened day walker." Owen's eyes lit up, It's like seeing a treasure.

"After the awakening, the endurance and physical strength of the day walkers have greatly increased, and they have stronger vitality. Do you understand, it is a miracle, a gift! Then I started to look for the blood race, but this beauty There are too few creatures." Owen sighed regretfully, and then laughed morbidly.

"But it doesn't matter, I soon thought of possible transformation methods, and began to experiment and improve. There is a certain chance of taking the blood of the day walker for a long time to cause transformation, but these transformations are simply not comparable to blood races, so I joined the addictive drug //products. These test products are easy to control, and they are in a state of high excitement for a long time. Even if the experiment fails, they will die at the most glorious moment of their lives." Owen looked at "Lines" and smiled proudly, "very Genius, right?"

"I think you should take a look at your brain." Andre doesn't flatter Owen's inferior violent aesthetics. Destroying a human body with drugs and blood is a very violent and rude thing in Andre's opinion .It has nothing to do with the "brilliant" and "beautiful" in Owen's mouth.

"Last question, how long have you been doing these things in Blood Hunt."

"It's been a long time." Owen said disdainfully, "Blood hunting is my hunting ground and a springboard. The old slogans of hunting blood races and defending human beings are all 100 years ago! My blood."

Andre nodded, not knowing whether he was echoing Owen's point of view, or simply expressing that he understood, "My question is over, Inspector."

"Generally speaking, you have always longed for the blood race. Before you came to the blood hunt, you were committed to... the weird aesthetics of torture. The blood hunt is the material field you discovered, and you worked there like a moth. Longevity temptation fool. And not long ago, you found a guild that shared your interest in creating vampires. Right?"

"Basically. You are smart, Lyons." Ignoring the taunts and insults in the other party's words, Owen was excited that he would soon get a beautiful prey full of potential, "My kindness is exhausted, let me Come to take you to experience the pleasure that belongs to life, okay?"

While speaking, Owen grabbed the chains in the house and walked towards Andre. The torture chambers in the temple were all blood races or daywalkers, so most of the utensils were made of silver.

Due to Owen's inferior aesthetics, the chains and the torture bed were engraved with meaningless patterns, which seemed to imitate the religious sense of a certain era.But the characters are sloppy and unrefined, and they only learned four different characters.

The chains binding his wrists have not been removed, and Andre let Owen tie himself on the torture bed, watching him bring a black and red blood of the gods.

"This is the latest potion." Owen admired cautiously as if holding a treasure, "Your friend Simon is a rare genius. His blood is very pure, but he is not very sensible. But it doesn't matter, use it as a reagent. Not too bad."

"There is a black mandala spell in it." Owen rolled up his sleeves, and on the side of his left forearm, a solid imprint of a mandala flower appeared there.

Datura flowers are not like those made of smoke on Daywalker. Those small mandala flowers have fine lines and lifelike stamens.

"The master contract of the master-servant contract." Andre said in a deep voice.

"Very knowledgeable, Lyons." Owen sighed. "This is my reward for enduring Lawrence, that idiot who indulges in the crowd of women. It can be given to people of lower blood than Lawrence. It's a pity, I was going to give it to your advisor Yes. But don’t be sad, you deserve it.”

As Owen said, he took a tube of divine blood with a syringe and walked towards Andre.

"Mr. Inspector, the master deed has disappeared in Wiesenor for many, many years. Even the blood hunting has only recorded a few records. Don't you find it strange that a young hunter understands this?" Andre rubbed The wrist that was imprinted by the chain reminded Owen kindly.

Andre's voice is higher than that of Lyons, and he speaks with ups and downs, and there is always a sense of distance in mockery or superiority.

Owen's downward needle paused, and when he felt something, his wrist stabbed down violently.

Andre was half lying on the torture bed, with silver chains hanging all over his body, indifferent to the needle point that was about to enter the blood vessel.

"boom!"

Gunshots and flames went hand in hand, illuminating this dark and dead basement.

"Compared with Lions, you are still a bit stupid, Inspector." Andre looked down at Owen, who was clutching his right arm and screaming and rolling on the ground, and defined it regretfully.

The tightly wound chains on his body were easily torn apart during the struggle, and the crisp sound of metal breaking was covered in the sound of chaotic footsteps.

"You heard it all, fair and selfless Mr. President." Andre didn't look back, bent down to pick up the syringe that fell aside, and met the eyes of Owen, who was squinting and covered in cold sweat.

"No...no! What are you going to do!" Owen supported his bleeding right arm and moved back desperately.

Standing in front of him was no longer Lyons with his hands tied and his inner defense gradually disintegrated.The blond, red-eyed vampire played a one-man show with him.All his attacks and temptations seem childish and powerless.

This is a demon he cannot defeat.

"Save me! You can't let him do anything to me, I know the purpose of the black mandala!" Owen rolled his eyes and retreated to the corner, "Yes! Yes! I have the information you want. Lawrence, Divine Blood, And the god who pretends to be a ghost, I know it all!"

"Lines! Nord! You are hunters, do you want to watch vampires kill in front of your eyes!?" Owen stared fiercely at the hunters in the corridor.

And the hunters he asked for help were marveling at the horror of the torture room, looking at him as if they were looking at an unrepentant murderer.

"You still have a clear mind in the face of disaster. Detective Owen, in a sense, I appreciate you." Andre played with the needle in his hand, laughing as if thinking of a brilliant idea.

"How about this, why don't you experience the thrill of struggling between death and pain?" Andre paced leisurely, looking slow, but quickly chasing Owen who was running away with his wound.

Owen got up reluctantly and ran towards the direction of the hunters, reaching out to grab the gun in the hand of one of the hunters.

Before his fingertips touched the muzzle of the gun, his eyes widened suddenly as if he was suffocated, and he waved his hands wildly to scratch his neck.

Between the flesh of the neck, a pale hand was stuck inside.

"I got you." Andre announced like a priest baptizing a child.The syringe in his hand was accurately stuck in Owen's vein, "I wish you good luck, Inspector, the mandala curse is not as simple as obedience."

Nord and Lyons watched the whole process with cold eyes, without any doubts.

In his extreme excitement, Owen had already shaken off all his cards. Any more information was just a lie he used to save his life.

"You're slow, sir." Andre left Owen aside, and said to Lyons, who was holding a silver gun.

The author says:

Owen: The clown was me.