murder poppy

Andre pinched his hands to go out, the blood in the corridor was too late to clean up, winding and spreading around his feet, like a muddy path, only changed color.

Blood stained half of the sole of the shoe, and Andre glanced at the empty corridor.The slender aisle shows the countless doors that have been opened. The believers who once prayed to meet the gods have now turned into bloodstains that flow or stagnate on the ground, walls, and wooden doors.

Andre looked around like a hurried traveler admiring the sunrise, then turned and left.

Nord chose the basement of the main building as the place to house the prisoners.After cleaning out all kinds of strange instruments of torture and decorations with unknown meanings, the torture room is a qualified torture room.

Lyons was already waiting in front of the main building. He chose to sit under a dense tree, which just blocked the guard's sight.

"How are you going to get in?" Andre came under the tree from the path, as quietly as a wild cat.

"Turn into a bat, and I'll take you in." Lyons said in a low voice.

"That's corny," Andre said, transforming into a bat and crouching expertly in Lions' pocket.

The old-fashioned method is generally very effective. The blood hunting cloak is made very wide in order to cover the weapons carried by the hunter.The bat crouched inside and couldn't even show a round outline.

Lyons straightened his cloak, smoothed out the wrinkles caused by the bat's claws, and walked towards the main building as if nothing had happened.

The hunters that Nord brought this time are all old agents who are familiar with Lyons.Therefore, without much questioning, Lyons walked into the torture room smoothly.

Owen spent a lot of thought on building the torture room. The sound insulation effect between the compartments is excellent, the internal facilities are complete, and the space is narrow.A sense of oppression and loneliness is almost overwhelming.

After the vampire uses the curse, their physical functions will fail, and they are no different from ordinary people except that they still rely on blood.

Lawrence's feigned elegance and nobility disappeared in the cell, his clothes wrinkled from resistance and struggle, his face contorted in pain.He could do nothing but stare resentfully at the hunter who entered the cell.

A tiger without claws is even more helpless and weak than a sick cat.

"Chapter Three." Reins held the handle and blocked the prison door, "One, all interrogation results must be shared with me. Two, he is still useful for blood hunters, so don't kill them all. Three, I will stop the interrogation once there is movement outside , you need to follow my arrangement."

"Deal." Andre readily agreed.

Lions looked at Andre suspiciously, but there was no other way to restrict him, so he opened the cell door: "Remember your promise, Andre."

The cell door closed behind him, and the slender light gradually shrunk and then disappeared. The dim butter lamp in the room illuminated half of the prisoner's face, revealing his gaze as if he was staring at his prey.

"It's a pity you saw me again, Lawrence." Andre looked around.

The messy torture equipment was removed, but the rivets on the wall remained, and the silver chain was passed around the prisoner's body and nailed into the soles of the feet and palms.Classic blood hunting penalty.

"It seems that the conditions here are not very good." Andre commented.

"What are you doing here, I won't tell you any information you need, just wait for death in peace!" Lawrence's throat was hoarse, as if he was laughing through a trachea, and the broken breath made his laugh extremely vicious, echoing in the cell.

"Your curse is not enough to make me die." Andre didn't care much about Lawrence's hostility, and looked at Lawrence "mildly" like an old friend. Looks like it's running out of fuel."

"How long is your lifespan, ten years? Five years? Or less." Andre met Lawrence's panicked eyes, and sighed with pity, "For you who enjoy longevity, death is a terrible thing Bar."

"What on earth are you trying to say!" Lawrence snapped the chains.

"I understand your feelings. The longer you live, the more you fear death. But life is so boring. We are constantly wandering between hell and the world. We can't make up our minds to die, and we can't make up our minds to survive." Andre Bending down, eyes as deep as the deep sea, Lawrence's anger calmed down instantly like a flame meeting a vast lake.

"Once you stray from one side, you will perish. You made a choice, and you regret it if you broke the balance, Lawrence."

Lawrence was breathing heavily, and felt an unprecedented tremor.Not against the powerful vampire in front of him, but against death.

"I have a way to keep you alive. The premise is that you tell me what this represents." Andre spread out his palms, a golden badge lying on a card in his palm.

Both the gold badge and the card have the same mandala pattern, and the whole is illusory smoke, with only one petal painted in color.

Lawrence moved his eyes down, stared at the badge for a moment, and then turned back: "What can you do? Curse is a forbidden law of the vampires, and it cannot be reversed."

"Recreate a bloodline." Andre said, "My bloodline is much purer than your father's, and it is more than enough to offset the curse. At least it will allow you to live for another few hundred years."

"Your life should be enough to exchange some information." Andre stretched out his palm, and the badge was right in front of Lawrence's eyes, tempting him like a life-saving magic medicine.

"...This is the badge of the Black Mandala branch." Lawrence said, "There are five badges in total, and they are kept by the five branch leaders. I am only responsible for managing the black market. This time, I will deal with the black market day according to the order above. Walker's."

"Above you is Derek, what does he want to do."

"You know?" Lawrence's eyes widened. "I don't know what he wants to do. I'm willing to do things for Derek, but it's just to escape! The blood clan can't tolerate me, so I can only find another way to survive."

Andre glanced at him, and did not comment on Lawrence's accusation against the Blood Race, "Who are the other five badge custodians?"

Lawrence shook his head, "There is no connection between us."

"Your information doesn't sound very valuable." Andre frowned, put away his badge, straightened up and looked down at Lawrence.

"You...you can't backtrack!" Lawrence noticed Andre's displeasure and killing intent, and shouted, "I still have information, and more!"

"Derek wants the blood clan to recognize his position as prince! After Waldron is killed by you, you should inherit the position of prince. But then you were sanctioned by the elders, so the position of prince is vacant. Vijorel has been Holding the threshold, there are too many people coveting the position of prince." Lawrence confided like pouring beans, "Derek is the most competitive person, and he wants to force Vijorel."

Andre put away the badge in his palm, with an inexplicable look on his face, "The Presbyterian Church will never allow external force to transform the blood race. What is Derek planning?"

Lawrence swallowed his throat, "He wants... to be independent. Derek has gathered a group of blood clans who don't want to hide from the world, and wants to re-establish the clan..."

Lawrence gradually became speechless, and Andre looked at him like a dead object. There is no doubt that he would be killed if he continued to speak.

"Derek thought so! It has nothing to do with me! I told you everything, save me, Andre, we agreed!"

"Of course." Andre straightened his head and scratched his fingertips. The blood coagulated on Lawrence's cheek, which just stopped at a position that he couldn't reach anyway. "Enjoy the rest of your life."

As the blood dripped down, Lawrence devoured the blood greedily, and then pursued Andre's fingertips like a wild wolf, "Not enough, not enough!"

Andre stepped back, kicking Lawrence away.

Lawrence quickly flipped over and said, "Give me blood! I have other information, I know where Derek is! I tell you, you give me blood!"

Andre remained silent, looking down at the mandala pattern on the exposed skin of Lawrence, who was crawling on the ground dragging his chains.

Those flamboyant and ferocious flowers are like sea monsters wearing foreign skirts and twisting their waists, they are both soul and life.

Lawrence's eyes were red, he felt discomfort in his body, scratched his skin in horror, and kept yelling. He looked at Andre resentfully, and then looked at the cell door.Eyes locked in nothingness.

"Derek... Derek! Derek!!"

"It's not that I don't help you, it's that your master thinks you talk too much." Andre watched coldly and knocked on the cell door.

With the opening of the confined space, shouts and roars rushed out like a gust of wind, and Lioness noticed the abnormality in time, quickly dodged into the cell, and closed the door.

"You see, it's not that I'm going to kill him." Andre spread out his palms, looked at Lyons with an innocent face, and took it calmly amidst the mournful roars.

The datura branch seemed to be highly poisonous, and the illusory patterns corroded Lawrence's flesh, and the sour smell permeated the prison door.The unwilling shouting did not stop until the throat he used to shout turned into blood.

Lyons stared at the suddenly empty cell and asked, "Derek, who is it?"

"A vampire with a sick mind," Andre replied.

"He is the holder of the master deed, and the one who left the card in the casino in the South District, right?"

"Completely correct."

"Is he your...offspring?" Lioness hesitated for a moment, but did not say the word child.Even in the blood race, most of the offspring are maintained by the first embrace, which is still very strange to human beings.

"Barely, I gave him a first hug." Andre responded perfunctorily, pricking up his ears. "There is unfortunate news. The curse of the oath we broke has come into effect, and Owen is dead."

Lyons frowned, and Andre then announced: "He disturbed many hunters. These people seem to have run to report to Nord, and they suggested that maybe they should check the situation of another prisoner."

Andre looked at the pool of blood on the ground and the scratches caused by the struggle, and said regretfully, "It's not far away now."

In response to Andre's words, the door opened.Lions couldn't hear the messy footsteps, but he could hear the doorknob turning more impatiently.

As the sound of "click" and "click" increased, the isolated voices flooded into the narrow cell together.The sound of chaotic footsteps and the crisp music made by the collision of metal instruments are like reminders.

Andre saw the faint light entering the cell, and said in a deep voice, "Here we come."

The author says:

The first few sentences are the outline part, the stupid author did not delete it and sent it directly, and the revision has been completed.It doesn't matter what you've seen, no spoilers.Say sorry to everyone QAQ.

Off-site supplement

Waldron and Humphrey are one.The full name is Waldron Humphrey, and he is a very late figure. Just take a look and don't pay too much attention for the time being.

Even if it appears later, only the name Waldron will be used.