kiss the night

Hearing is the first five senses to return, and I don't know whether the group of people miscalculated the effect of the anesthetic or some other reason. Yan Zhao didn't wake up after arriving at the destination as they expected. On the contrary, when he When I started to recover my hearing, I could still hear the sound of the car engine.

Yan Zhao didn't move, he remained in a drowsy state and quietly waited for the strength of his limbs to return.

The road the car was driving on was uneven, and Yan Zhao could feel the bumps under him, and at the same time, he could also hear the sound of branches scraping against the roof of the car.

After about ten minutes, they stopped, and someone grabbed Yan Zhao's hands and feet, lifted him up and walked into the room.

During this process, Yan Zhao actually had some slight conditioned reflexes, but the two people holding him didn't seem to have been professionally trained. Their actions were rude and not very careful, and they didn't notice Yan Zhao's reaction at all.

"This thing lifts so lightly, like a bitch."

"Hahaha isn't it? Who knows why the boss brought him here? I'm not willing to convert it into rations if I want it. Isn't it good to keep it for use?"

"Keep it in! You're a filthy man!"

Boss?

Yan Zhao ignored the sarcasm in the two men's words, and turned his attention to valuable information: Catherine also mentioned Royce's name just now, and now the "boss" in these two populations is probably Royce Yisi himself was right, but, who was responsible for this kidnapping?Quentin Royce, or his brother Matt Royce, or both?

Yanzhao felt that they were passing through a noisy place, blasting electronic music and the noise of the crowd, this should be a bar.

Yanzhao found that although the economy of Renal City is not very developed, there are unexpectedly many bars. Maybe this is related to the humid climate, or because there are too few other interesting entertainments in life... Anyway, it seems that he Every time I come to the bar nothing good happens.

"Is it okay to carry it here?"

"Throw it here." Another male voice laughed, "Hurry up and get out after finishing your work. There are two female cousins ​​who look like foxes in the front hall today. You should enjoy it no matter what."

With the sound of the door closing, Yan Zhao slowly opened his eyes.

Before he got used to the darkness, he didn't act rashly, but kept lying on his side, quietly observing everything around him.He is now in such a calm mood that he can hardly believe it. Logically speaking, this is the first kidnapping experience in his life, and Yan Zhao should feel extremely scared, but the reality is that he is not very nervous.

At such a critical juncture, Yan Zhao suddenly realized that he had nothing to be afraid of. He didn't have a lot of property to lose, and he didn't have any parents who truly loved him. The only thing he would regret was... Laurentine's face suddenly appeared in Yan Zhao's mind.

Well, thinking of the vampire prince, Yan Zhao felt a little more relaxed for no reason: he had an intuition that Laurentine would not let those people hurt him.

Yan Zhao collected himself, squinted his eyes, and discerned the surrounding situation - the layout here is very similar to a prison cell.Surrounded by walls made of stone, the bare concrete floor is not even a floor, and at the end of the narrow room is an extraordinarily heavy iron door, with a small window that can be pushed and pulled in the upper part. is open.

After making sure that there was no one else around, Yan Zhao got up silently. He looked out of the small window, and the scene outside made him stunned involuntarily - there were others, this basement was like a large prison cell , was divided into small single rooms, where many people were detained.

Just within Yan Zhao's sight range, there are five or six people...or, in other words, vampires.

Yan Zhao could distinguish the identities of those people by virtue of the faint breath in the air. As a freshman, his energy was not so strong. If the powerful vampires deliberately hid their identities, Yan Zhao would not be able to discover their identities. However, all the vampires in this dungeon The imprisoned vampires don't seem to be very powerful.

They smell like corpses, like formalin spilled from a hospital laboratory, pungent, and very easily reminiscent of death.

In Yan Zhao's impression, vampires are powerful creatures, represented by Laurentine, whose long lifespan allows them to accumulate wisdom and wealth that ordinary people can't match, so as to stand at the top of society.If this is the norm for vampires, then what are these lingering, caged beasts?

The door of the dungeon was opened, and a gust of cold wind blew through. Yan Zhao lay back on the ground again, but heard a playful voice: "See them? This group of waste that failed to transform will be used as our nourishment. But that's okay, wait for the revolution to end, history will remember their sacrifices, Satan is with them."

Seeing that he already knew that he was awake, Yan Zhao stopped pretending and stood up slowly, with a look of weakness in his limbs.Yan Zhao raised his head and met Quentin Royce's face, while his younger brother, Matt, was still standing behind him like a shadow.

The red hair and very similar faces of the two made Yan Zhao shudder in the darkness.

He asked, "So, you mean to put these vampires to death?"

"Execution?" Quentin laughed loudly. He walked up to Yan Zhao and lifted his chin with one hand. "It seems that Laurentine really didn't tell you anything."

"For vampires, cannibalism is a very good choice to enhance their own strength. Our ancestors have always done this. The weak are absorbed by the strong, and the strong are eaten by the stronger. This The power of the race grows stronger because of it.”

"Maybe, you purebloods will only think that the power brought by blood is unattainable, but after my long-term exploration, I have found a shortcut." Quentin smiled unabated, and he turned sideways to show Yan Zhao that One by one, the lights were on, and Yan Zhao could clearly see the monsters in each cell.

The long-term weakness and captivity made them lose their ability to think. Each of them had dull eyes, cloudy eyeballs, and faces like old people in the twilight, with folds and folds.With the lights on, these people turned their eyes to Yanzhao in unison, and then there was the sound of saliva dripping in the cell, and they groaned in pain. They tried their best to grab the metal railing with their hands, as if Ready to pounce.

No one would not be afraid of this, but Quentin was as proud as if he was showing his masterpiece to Yan Zhao.

"Look, these are the children I have embraced for the first time. The failure rate of the first embrace of mixed blood is relatively high, but so what? The successful ones can continue to serve my great cause, while the losers can still become my own. Nutrients." His smile made him hideous, "Zhao, sooner or later my power will surpass that of your highness, the vampire prince, and he will become an old nobleman! Just like those great lords who were overthrown by the revolution! Human beings can change , why not a vampire!"

"Be loyal to me, or become them."

Yan Zhao looked at Quentin with an unbelievable expression, as if he was talking nonsense, and even moved his eyes to Matt who was standing aside, trying to see something from him, but unfortunately, Matt just looked at him lightly, with complicated eyes.

Yan Zhao couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with you?"

"Laurentine has given up on you. Do you think he doesn't know our plan? But that prince is a complete coward. He is going to give up you to maintain the balance between us, little guy."

"...What value do I have to make him give up on me?" Yan Zhao felt that the person in front of him was simply unreasonable, and he would say some inexplicable words.

"Of course." Quentin stretched out his hand and patted Yan Zhao's face, "You appear in the prophecy, the prophecies of the Medea family never lie, they say that the fangs are related to you, what do you have about this matter Need an explanation?"

"No." Yan Zhao shook his head, "I think you need to look at your head, to be honest." As he said this, his hands behind his back reached for his pockets.

"You..." Quentin was indeed irritated by Yan Zhao's words, how could he allow a freshman with no fangs to say such things to him.

But at this moment, a gunshot suddenly sounded outside. Although the basement did absorb a lot of noise, the harsh gunshot pierced the air and still reached the ears of everyone present.

"It's from Laurentin!"

Someone shouted outside.

Quentin tightened his grip on Yanzhao suddenly, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Maybe I should have expected that prince would not be so easy to talk, but did he think I would be defenseless here?"

Yan Zhao didn't want to listen to Quentin's "Quotations of Villains". He pulled the dagger out of his pocket as fast as he could, and stuck it on Quentin's arm without hesitation.

Blood spurted out and splashed on Yan Zhao's face, Quentin let out a roar, his hand was loosened at this moment, allowing Yan Zhao to escape from it, and after Yan Zhao lost control, he called out Laurentine's name loudly, He ran away without looking back at all.

"Grab him!" Quentin yelled to his brother.

However, there was a hint of hesitation in Matt's eyes.

"Damn it!" Quentin cursed and pushed Matt, who then started to chase after him with Quentin.

For Yanzhao, everything happened so suddenly that he didn't even think about his actions carefully. It was as if adrenaline soared in an instant. After the two big men were caught, he actually escaped to the first floor.

The bar used to cover the Royce Brothers was in complete chaos. The pieces of tables and chairs were flying everywhere. The black cloak was almost mistaken for a special police officer who came to carry out the mission.

Gilbert stood in front, and the silver bullet in his hand happened to hit a man in black.

Blood, blood everywhere.

"Laurenting!" Yan Zhao called the prince's name directly, and he rushed towards the opposite direction, just in time to be caught in Laurentine's arms.

His Royal Highness covered his head with a black overcoat, as gentle as if treating a child.

"Sorry." He whispered, then raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Quentin who came up behind Yan Zhao, "Royce, you are indeed very cunning, relying on the many bars under your name to cover the real base , insisted on forcing me to use some methods... Heh, it was not easy to find you here, but now the evidence is solid." He glanced at a man in a long robe behind him, "To prove that I am not killing innocent people indiscriminately, I still I specially invite His Excellency the Pope to enjoy your exit together."