murder poppy

Being interrupted in a first embrace is not a beautiful experience.

Andre opened his eyes angrily.

His lips were still attached to the girl's forehead, but his eyes were blood red and his fangs were exposed.

The girl took deep breaths for oxygen like a thirsty man getting water, and the fragile, rapid breathing of a child echoed in the prison.

Andre raised his head and retracted his fangs, stood up and turned to look at Lyons who was holding a gun.

The hunter was only wrapped in a coat, not even a holster around his waist.Apparently it came in a hurry.

This human being is bold and arrogant, even if it disturbs his dormancy, it also breaks his rare and interesting first embrace.

Andre, whose heart was still thirsting for blood, felt for a moment that Lyons looked delicious.It might be a good thing to swallow such a human being.

Lions didn't dare to relax.Long-term experience in dealing with blood races told him that Andre was not normal at this time.

He took a moment to glance at the curled up girl, opened the cell door, stepped back, and said, "Stay away from her, and then come out."

There was a circle of red around the dark gold pupils, like a rising blood moon.Andre was in a daze, paused for a moment before exhaling and said: "Don't use that tone of dog training to me."

There was a hoarse taste in his voice.It doesn't sound good.

The dense forest is deserted, except for wild deer and rabbits, there is no suitable blood for the vampires to enjoy.

The desire for human blood comes from instinct, and Andre has not experienced the desire from genes for hundreds of years.He looked at the trembling Sunwalker and sighed, "It's a pity, she is much more capable than those dukes who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and are used to living a noble life."

"I remember I warned you, Andre." Lioness was not in the mood to listen to his afterthought, and the sound of the trigger of the silver gun caught Andre's attention.

"Well, that's true." Andre tilted his head, his eyes full of disdain, "Then what are you going to do with me, tie me to the scaffold and strangle me?"

"I think you'll be more interested in what I see in her world than those boring and inefficient rules and regulations."

Reins' eyes darkened, but he put away his gun, "We'll talk about it later on when we go back to the night patrol."

Andre was noncommittal, turned around and squatted down and asked the girl, "Tell me, when did you want to drink blood?"

The girl blinked, as if she didn't quite understand what Andre meant.

"The cellar, the room with the cross."

Short prompts elicit memories in girls.She was trembling, but she also grabbed Andre's hand excitedly. The voice was so faint that only Andre could hear: "He, he told me, is going to bite off Uncle Henry's neck and suck up all the people who bully me blood."

"He? Who is he?"

"I don't know." The girl's eyes were confused for a moment, and she said, "I haven't seen him, I only heard the voice."

Andre nodded, pressing his finger between the girl's eyebrows: "You are tired. Rest."

When the girl fell into a deep sleep, Andre stood up, turned into a bat and flew towards the open window of the prison.

The blood clan has always been strict with the aesthetics of objects.Therefore, even a bat pays attention to whether the proportion of wings and body is just right.It should be small, but also look harmonious and beautiful.

Lyons doesn't have the boring aesthetics of a vampire, and he can't see how a bat should be beautiful.But it should feel good to hold two thin wings of meat in your hands.

He thought so, and he did.

As soon as Andre spread his wings, he was held by a rough hand and circled in the air.

"squeak!!!"

The conditioned reflex of being an animal made Andre let out an angry cry. He stared and raised his eyebrows and looked at his Lyons with interest, "What are you doing!?"

Lyons didn't want to admit that this behavior was partly due to his curiosity about bat wings, so he smiled and explained in a good mood: "The siren outside the house was activated, and I caught you, so how can you let it go?" The truth. In case you have another whim, which unlucky person did you find for mind reading?"

After he finished speaking, he carried the struggling bat, ignored the kicking of the little claws attached to the wings, and stuffed Andre into the inner pocket of the cloak.

He also very intimately held down his little head that was about to move, and reminded: "Shhh, I'll let you out when you're bleeding."

"Hiss!" Reins jerked his fingers back, and when he looked down, he saw a gray head sticking out and baring his teeth at him.

The vampire bat's teeth were equally sharp, and soon two small blood-red dots appeared on the fingertips.

"Prince, your temper is exactly the same as that of a beagle that has not been trained to patrol the backyard at night." Lioness closed his cloak, and with a "crash" he wrapped the bat that was about to bite someone in the cloak.

Reines threw the cloak on the sofa after returning to the night patrol, and sat across from him to watch Andre stretch out his little paws to pull away the heavy fabric bit by bit, stretched his limbs, and changed back after making sure that there was no problem with his appearance. The appearance of a person.

"Lines, your fun is really boring!" Andre picked up the cloak on the sofa and threw it at Reins, who caught it firmly.

"Let's get down to business," Lines said.

"Nothing special, it's sort of cleared up some previous doubts." Andre glared at him, not wanting to argue with a lunatic.

"Henry was the head of the group and worshiped a deity. Girls were considered gifts from the gods. These were roughly similar to the reasoning. They prodded, beat, bled, and tortured day walkers. All were seen as gifts teaching, in order to develop the true flesh and blood of God."

Andre looked a little upset, but after a pause, he continued, "Besides, they will also enjoy gifts together."

Lyons froze for a moment, and looked at Andre in disbelief.

"Don't look at me like that. From the girl's memory, they did. They were very successful in arousing the hatred of the Sunwalker, which led to the awakening of the bloodline."

Andre laughed, showing an expression of appreciation and admiration: "The girl knew that she had changed, but she didn't tell Henry. She was waiting, waiting for a chance to kill the jackal. Once Henry knew that she had transformed into a vampire, she would be killed. The heart was dug out as a sacrifice, and the flesh and blood were shared. Fear made her learn to put away her fangs."

"Henry got the blood of a higher blood race from somewhere, and the injection caused burns, which aroused instinctive resistance. The fact that the girl was a vampire was also exposed. But what is interesting is that the blood of the higher blood race is also a poison and a good medicine, destroying the body At the same time, it also strengthened her ability. So when Henry wanted to cut out the girl's heart, she bit off Henry's neck."

"How? Isn't it dramatic and wonderful. The prey becomes the hunter, and the fool with the shotgun finally reaps the fruit." Andre asked Lyons for his opinion after telling the story.

"I don't have time to empathize with your weird preference, tell me who gave Henry the words in this diary. And where did the blood come from." Lyons didn't talk to him and concentrated on his business.

Andre felt sorry for his ignorance, spread his hands and said, "There is no clue. The man behind the scenes is very smart. His identity and appearance will not be disclosed to these believers. He is an omniscient and ubiquitous God. He's the director with the script. You've got a tough guy, Lynes."

"I'll ask Nightingale again," Lyons said.

"Although I don't want to hurt you, I guess Nightingale won't know too much. Including my "compatriot", he may just be a low-level blood who transmits information. Even if there is a problem with one link, he only needs to discard the pieces, and he There will be no loss in itself..."

Andre stopped talking, and murmured: "Abandon the car and son. Henry's death represents the failure of the cellar operation, and the last tube of blood from the blood is his reward to the hero. That's how it is."

"I think we'd better go to your old friend's place." Andre figured things out, looked up and said, "if there is still time."

Lions also figured out the way, stood up and led the people towards the wooden house.

In the early morning, the street market becomes chaotic after the baptism of the night.Discarded beer bottles, spilled vegetable leaves and gravy make the streets look untidy.

This was supposed to be a quiet moment, but a certain section of the street was crowded with people.Black smoke rose and could be seen two streets away.

Andre knew they were still late when he saw the black smoke rising.

The guests were clearly unhappy at having their evening interrupted.Under the sun, the distinguished guests of the cellar and wooden house became all kinds of shady desperadoes or respected nobles.The face can't bear to be ruined in the market, so most of them left.

Now crowding the street corner are curious residents and employees of the cabin.

With a black face, Nightingale directed the people to move the stones outside.

Lioness took a look at the situation and asked the night watchman to help, then turned around and asked Nightingale, "What's going on?"

"It's no big deal. Those vampires' broken houses exploded. Damn it, I can't do anything by myself, and I took seven or eight of my mother's houses. I said the money was so generous back then. Bah!" Nightingale gritted her teeth.

She was obviously put on by someone.

From the very beginning, the other party was prepared to destroy the corpse and wipe out the traces. Once the show was exposed, they would kill the grass and roots, and did not pay attention to Nightingale at all.

Lyons called some people to pay attention to the group of homeless men and girls who were arrested.

Andre looked at the slightly damaged wooden house and said: "Don't worry about them. This man has no desire to destroy. He only destroyed the house related to him to prove that there may be evidence pointing to him. Otherwise, those homeless people in Henry When his death was reported to the night watchman, he was already dead."

The lieutenant general who took the order came back in a short while, and the news he brought was the same as what Andre had guessed.Both bums and girls have no safety issues.

"The matter here is over, he will not interfere or use this chess piece again." Andre asked thoughtfully, "How much damage did the explosion cause?"

Nightingale was stunned for a moment, and seemed to be even more angry: "It's accurate enough, just those few rooms. I don't know what was buried, there was nothing left, even the bricks were turned into ashes."

Andre was surprised by this, and said to Lyons: "It seems that the opponent is even better. Not only did he retreat, but he didn't even leave you with any clues."

Lyons didn't seem to be upset, but looked at the wooden house with sharp but excited eyes.

The boredom and the intention to crush the bedbugs to death were conveyed to Andre through his tall and straight body.

Even a powerful vampire has to admit that there is a kind of annoying and powerful human being.

That's what Lioness is.

A sane, stubborn, dismissive lunatic.

"It seems that this 'god' is going to be in a lot of trouble." Andre looked at Lioness and raised the corner of his mouth.