murder poppy

The young man's body tensed instantly, and there were flexible muscles hidden under the white skin. The lines were smooth and relaxed, not as simple as a white plaything.

Andre acted harshly, with a sense of catharsis, the Viscount would lie down for a long time after being hit like this.

The young man quickly left the viscount and used the chair as a cover. He didn't care that he was almost naked, and his eyes were fixed on Andre, ready to run for his life at any time.

"Who are you...?" The man's sticky voice lost its moisture and became hoarse and hoarse, as if there were two people who straddled the Viscount in a wild way just now.

"We met for the first time, I belong to the Lawrence family. As for the name, well, that's not very important." Andre looked at the man, pointed to the cloak that was thrown aside and said, "Well, we don't have the good mood of the Viscount, please wear it clothes?"

The young man looked at Andre, then at the cloak beside him, and checked back and forth several times before stretching out his arms to quickly pick up the cloak and wrap it around his body.

There was a disheveled man missing from the room, and the atmosphere suddenly became normal.

"There's no one from Lawrence at the party tonight," said the young man. "You're lying."

Whether Lawrence came to the banquet was something that the viscount didn't even know. Now a slave who was given as a gift to others knew so clearly. Andre looked at the man carefully.

Different from the weak and charming just now, the man is tall, with flexible muscles distributed on his slender body.And after the face that was about to cry calmed down, it was not cowardly.

The man looks very ordinary, but his skills seem to be good.

"You are a human being." Andre sniffed the smell in the air, and said suddenly, "Your body smells like different blood races, your master is very generous."

"I guess your name is Luo Teng."

The man's pupils trembled, and he pursed his lips without saying a word.

Lyons was taken aback when he heard the name, and looked at the young man.

Roten is not the name of one person, he belongs to many people.

There is a family in the blood family who loves dolls. It is said that the prince's castle is full of puppets and dolls, and there is a huge stage for performances.

These puppets and dolls are not ordinary. They look exactly like people. Although there are puppet strings hanging from their bodies, blood flows out after the skin is cut.

Everyone said that these puppets were made by vampires who sucked up human blood and drove nails into the bones.

Among the many puppets, the prince likes a puppet the most. He has short black hair, eyes like emeralds, and lips like roses. He is as weird as a black cat.

The prince liked him so much that he first embraced a puppet and gave him a new name.

—Rotten.

According to legend, the puppet is immortal, living forever in the castle with steel nails and the prince, unable to escape the puppet strings bound to the body.

The young man did have short black hair and green pupils, but his joints were intact and there were no strange coils on his body.

"It seems that I guessed right." Luo Teng's silence allowed Andre to verify his guess, "I heard from the Viscount that Brandy only sent a baron here this time, it seems that Derek is not very attractive .”

"You know...Brandy." Luo Teng's speech was not smooth, and it clicked and clicked, like a machine that hadn't been lubricated.

"I have some friendship with your prince. Brandy is a typical Vijorel faction. Why did he come to Derek?"

"Prince Brandy has passed away," Luo Teng said, "Now the Baron is taking over the family."

"Dead?" Andre was stunned for a moment, looked at Luo Teng thoughtfully, "You are not Brandy's Luo Teng."

The man nodded: "The prince's Luo Teng was buried with the prince."

Andre's usual smile disappeared on his face, and his silence represented the ancient past of many blood races.

The deep sleep allowed Andre to escape from the blood clan, and from all the people he knew.

This period of silence was like a simple and brief mourning. Andrei was filled with old sorrow, like the dust that floated up after the attic that had not been opened for a long time was suddenly opened.

When the dust clears, the old emotions disappear.

"How long have you been a Roten?" Andre asked.

"A few years, I can't remember." The man blinked his eyes and replied.

"Make a deal with you, would you like to?" Andre looked at Luo Teng with a smile.

Luo Teng looked at him suspiciously, one by one, like a puppet.

Andre said: "I can help you get rid of your Brandy, you can help me pass a message. Not too many, just one sentence. How about it, promise?"

Luo Teng froze like a puppet that lost its puppet thread. After a long time, his hoarse voice sounded like a bellows: "Deal."

Andre whispered a series of words in Luo Teng's ear, Luo Teng nodded, wrapped his cloak tightly and left quickly.

"You have a lot of questions, Lions." Andre said with a smile when he finished dealing with Luo Teng, turned around and saw Lioness with a cold face.

"That Roten, what is it?" Lyons asked.

Blood race, puppet, or puppet?

Andre said slowly: "Human beings. Real human beings."

Legends are always true.

The blood clan does have a prince named Brandy, and he does like puppet shows.

"Brandy spends all day hiding in his old castle and chiseling wood. He likes wooden ornaments, wooden puppets...he is an artist." Andre recalled, telling Lyons The story is also told to himself.

Brandy is a "fool".He doesn't like fresh blood, he doesn't like killing, he doesn't like chasing prey, he only likes carpentry.

Luo Teng was his favorite puppet.The original Luo Teng had only one eye, and a rose and a small skull hung in the hollow left eye socket. He was wearing a huge robe and held a coffin in his arms.

Rotten is the name Brandy gave his puppet, which means decaying things, refers to the puppet, and also refers to himself.

When other blood races selected blood slaves and offspring, Brandy learned a forbidden technique and shared his life with the puppets.

The living puppet grows skin and flesh, he has emerald eyes, short black hair, his left eye has no eyeball, has dewy roses and a pale skull.

"Brandy is a freak, but he is very talented. His descendants learn spells much faster than other blood races. That puppet later became a kind of totem, and every man in the Brandy family must have his own 'puppet' ', when they get the position of family master, the 'puppet' will be their Luo Teng."

Lyons said, "You said that Luo Teng was human just now."

Andre nodded: "How can a normal person be willing to share their lives with a puppet. So the Brandy family later looked for slaves to be their own puppets, who may be humans or blood."

"In order to turn these slaves into puppets, the Brandy family will train them and turn them into dolls who act according to the master's requirements." Andre raised the corners of his mouth, "It's very sick, right, but their prince is actually just I just like puppets."

Brandy didn't care about family power at all, so he left the position of prince early and found a place to live in seclusion.Regarding the family tradition, Brandy often complained to Andre.

But man's faith is a mysterious thing, blind and foolish, yet unshakable.

Even the creators of legends cannot influence the trends of the masses.

The current Luo Teng is not a puppet loved and cared for at all, he is just a substitute.

Lyons could imagine how difficult it would be to turn a human into a puppet.

Luo Teng's hoarse voice and faltering nerves are enough to show what kind of purgatory he has suffered.

So Andre's proposal is really what he likes, and it is a bright light that lights up in the dark.This lamp is utilitarian and kind, its radiance is mixed with playful darkness.

"Why help him?" Lyons asked.

"Huh?" Andre couldn't react to the sudden question, his eyes lazily turned to the hunter, "I need a microphone, or, would you like to wear Luo Teng's clothes?"

Luo Teng came here obviously to seduce the Viscount ////, with sexy and revealing clothes, and fabricated a special voice line to lure fish into the bait.

Andre and Lyons needed two reasonable identities. If they didn't find a third person, they could only pretend to be the viscount and the other Roten.

Lyons looked at the clothes that had been torn apart by the viscount and thrown on the ground, and suddenly lost interest in asking questions.

If Andre is allowed to wear this outfit, his eyeballs will probably be gouged out in the next second.And if he wears it by himself...

Luo Teng has a slender figure, although he has muscles, but he controls it just right, and it will never affect his graceful figure.And Lyons is a big man, and in that outfit, he would probably be like a tiger in a bunny girl's clothes.

No matter how you think about it, it's terrible.

"This Baron Brandy, why did you find the Viscount?" Lyons asked after dispelling the wonderful scene in his mind.

"I don't know yet, we'll know when Luo Teng comes back." Andre rummaged through the room, finally untied the rope that tied the curtains, walked up to the unconscious Viscount, and raised his chin at Lyons, "Come on. Help, Mr Inspector."

Andre hit the viscount with great strength, but the blood race was strong. Just in case, the two tied up the viscount and threw them into the cupboard.

In addition to the dark red, the interior decoration is solid wood. Because of the status of Viscount, you need to take off your clothes.

The dark red curtain rope was tied to the viscount's white body, which was inexplicably coquettish, but also had a disgusting impact.

"How long do you want to watch it?" Reins frowned and looked at Andre, who was standing next to the cabinet, and was a little shocked by the probing eyes of the blood race.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in uncle." Andre clarified in time, and gave Lyons a stern look.

"Look here," Andre pushed the viscount's arm away, and a mandala was engraved on the inner side of the arm.

The mandala flower has a clear shape, and there are dry lines where the ink penetrates the skin, which is completely different from the lingering smoke.

"It's not a curse, it's just a tattoo," Andre said.

"Derek is for the position of Prince," Lyons said. "It's a symbol of the party."

The author says:

Rotten's English is rotten, which is a German name, meaning decayed

(All the above are from Youdao qwq)