murder poppy

After the torture chamber was cleaned up, the strong aroma and bloody smell dissipated a lot.The hunters pushed Lawrence's cell away, and the thick fresh blood mixed in the air stimulated every hunter's nerves.

The leading hunter smashed open the door with the butt of his gun, pointing both the knife and the gun at the cell: "Who's inside."

In the small cell, there was only a beam of light spreading from the door, which was blocked by the man's back.Light climbed up his back, illuminating broad shoulders and shiny blond hair.

Everyone was in a trance for a moment. It seemed that something had changed in the cell, but when they went to investigate here, it seemed that nothing had changed.

"Very timely." Andre threw away the lock in his hand, and turned to face the hunter.

The lock fell to the ground, and the dull sound was mixed with some sticky sounds.The hunters looked at Andre's feet, the thick and bright red blood was dragged from the place where the prisoner was bound to his feet, and then turned into a small "puddle".

"What did you do?" the hunter raised his gun and questioned, then turned his head and told others to go find Nord.

Andre saw what they did and did not stop or explain it.

The silent confrontation continued until Nord's arrival.The hunters who went to report had already briefly introduced the situation. Nord looked at the cell with a sullen face, and raised his hand to suppress the gun of one of the hunters.

"Put down the gun, shooting at the blood race in such a small space can't guarantee the safety behind you, is your knowledge all for nothing!?"

The hunters looked at each other, Nord representing absolute majesty, so one by one they put away their weapons.

"I think I'm entitled to an explanation, Mr. Andre," said Nord.

"As you can see." Andre took a step away, revealing the hideous blood on the ground, "Lawrence has become this kind of thing."

"The torture chamber doesn't have the ability to turn living people into blood. I need to know why you are here, what purpose you have, and what you have done. I hope you will cooperate." Nord looked around and asked, "Where is Lyons?"

"Who are you talking about? Since I want to break in here, how can I be accompanied by a hunter." Andre frowned in confusion, "The torture room has only two functions. He is a contact of Datura. I'm here to get information , is it difficult to understand? As for the way to enter, there are very few places that can stop a vampire."

"Lawrence is very valuable, but you killed him directly." Nord stared at Andre, refusing to evade the trivial. "I may think that you are afraid that he will provide important information and kill him."

"It's really human's strength to open your mouth." Andre sneered, "First of all, I didn't kill Lawrence, the cause of his death was the mandala curse. Secondly, even if I killed it, so what? I'm not you Servant of Bloodhunter, killing a low-level vampire who dares to curse me is like crushing an ant."

"I know what you're thinking. You think you can get more information from Lawrence. No one knows better than me what the vampires are afraid of. Your instruments of torture are old-fashioned and vulgar. If I can't ask you, you won't be able to. .”

"What did he say?" Nord asked in a deep voice.

"Nothing." Andre shrugged his shoulders boredly. "If you have to ask, I can give you a name. The man behind Lawrence is a vampire named Derek. That's all."

Nord hadn't heard Derek's reputation at all, and it wasn't any of their known vampires.

"Go after this name, if you can find it." Andre saw Nord's doubts, and teased with the corners of his mouth raised.

"I'm just a consultant, and now my job is over." Andre took a step, and the sound of raising guns rang out, he stopped, and the corners of his mouth sank, "Before I'm not interested in killing your hunter You'd better get them out of the way before they do."

Nord looked at Andre, raised his hand after a moment of silence, and signaled the hunters to put down their guns.

"Thank you for your kindness." Andre passed by Nord, leaving an understatement of thanks, which was neither sincere nor meaningful.

The hunters who could be mobilized were gathered in the torture room by Nord, leaving only the basic guards. The night outside the main building was extremely quiet, and there was no need to find lush trees to cover their bodies, nor did they need to lower their voices to pay attention to concealment.

From nowhere in the bushes, the lone vampire followed behind a hunter with a straddled weapon, following him like a shadow, one step behind the vampire, but without saying a word.

They passed the main building one after the other, passed the hall, and sank into the deep woods until they were surrounded by rustling bushes.

Andre instinctively went to catch the animals moving in the lush bushes, but on the eve of the shot, his wrist was caught by a hot and rough hand.

A test tube was stuffed into the palm of the hand, and the test tube was warmed by the temperature of human beings, as if it had just left the blood vessel.

"Knew you'd be hungry. Looted from Lawrence, should be safe."

"Should?" Andre pulled out the cork and poured all the blood into his throat.

Lyons was choked up and didn't reply. It's an unwise choice to disturb the vampire's food, and he really couldn't guarantee the safety of that sacred blood.

"What exactly did you say to Lawrence?" Lyons asked.

"It's nothing, he won't say anything." Andre paused for a moment without any trace, if you don't pay attention carefully, you won't find it at all, "I just said that this operation to close the black market was requested by Derek, and Lawrence I don't know."

"What's the matter with you, Derek?"

"I made it very clear to you. I first hugged him, that's all. We haven't seen each other for at least a few hundred years, and I don't know him very well." Andre threw away the test tube, licked his tongue The fangs, the smell of blood remaining on them made him a little nostalgic.

Lyons frowned: "That is to say, so far, we don't have any other information except for one name."

"It can be said that Blood Hunter has very limited understanding of blood clans. Except for a few princes and a few elders, you have no contact with most of the blood clans. It is almost impossible to trace them based on a name."

"But you know, the blood race is very sensitive to smells, he is your direct descendant, you can easily find..."

"I won't interfere in the affairs of the blood race again, this is one of our contracts." Andre was a little absent-minded, and interrupted Lyons almost impatiently.

"I want to tell you something unpleasant, Mr. Inspector." Andre's Adam's apple rolled up and down, like a shark about to move, "I'm hungry."

Lyons glanced at the test tube thrown on the ground: "You just drank a piece of divine blood."

"The desire of the blood race cannot be backlogged and restrained." Andre stared closely at Lyons, "You understand what I mean by being hungry."

Kindred have more than a survival-based reliance on blood.Just as there are nobles in this world who are willing to skin animals alive in order to eat the most delicious food, the essence of blood clan's demand for blood is the instinctive pursuit of desire.

To vampires, blood is non-toxic da///hemp, addictive and irresistible.

Lyons stood where he was, stared at Andre, who no longer had his usual smile, for a long time, and stepped forward abruptly to wrap his arms around Andre's neck.

The temperature of human skin is like gurgling hot spring water to the vampires, and the breath of human beings will make the vampires feel comfortable, seductive, and delicious.

But if this graceful taste occurs in the carotid artery, it feels completely different.

The neck is the lifeblood of all creatures. Most of the people who coveted his neck in Andre's memory were out of greed, and some were out of anger.And the purpose of these people or blood races is to kill him.

The palm attached to the side of the neck did not show any signs of bending, the fingers gently fit the curvature of the neck, and the callus at the junction of the phalanx and the palm was thick and rough, like a weathered stone.

Threats and desires coexisted, and Andre was stunned for a moment, forgetting to slap Chao Chao's hand away.

Lions has touched the skin of many blood races.Some are in combat, some are in interrogation.

He knew what a vampire was like when it was weak.The temperature of the blood race is cold, but it still has a limit.When they are weak, they will lose the balance of body temperature, and when they are conscious, they will become colder. When they lose consciousness, the body of the blood race is like a glass that can pass through all light, and it is a "corpse" that changes with the surrounding temperature.

Andre's body temperature was abnormally low.It is much cooler than this forest covered by trees all year round.Even with the clothes wrapped around it, it didn't make the skin too warm.

Lyons felt the temperature of his palm being absorbed quickly, and his flesh and blood felt a slight numbness.

"Snapped!"

Andre finally came back to his senses, and slapped away the palm that had stayed on his neck for too long.

"What's going on?" Lioness rubbed his wrist, and Andre slapped him away not very hard, but at the same time, the tingling flesh trembled, and the soreness and numbness instantly climbed up Lioness' right arm.

Andre stared at him, refusing to answer.

Illusion and dissolving the formation are all exhausting things. Andre can ignore the slight dissatisfaction, but he can't stop the growth of desire.Long sleep prevented not only physical exertion, but also his lust for blood.

Thinking is a dangerous thing. As long as they live, they will never escape the signals from their brains.Food, labor, money, pursuit are human instincts.Vampires are no exception.

Andre is good at regulating his desires.He understands that patience has a limit. Once the limit of patience is broken, desire will spring up like mushrooms, quickly climb the entire hillside, and then get out of hand.

Of course Andre would not tell Lions about this.But as a hunter with a deep understanding of the blood race, Lions could roughly guess what state Andre was in.

"It's not impossible to continue our cooperation, as long as you allow me to kill people..." Andre deliberately dragged out the last two words, and after seeing the hunter's suddenly serious face, he said with satisfaction, "Either, let me feel at ease." Go back to the coffin."

The author says:

Andre: Resigned, quit.

Lyons: ==