Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

Warm liquid flowed between his fingers, Louis raised his head, and saw the thin figure of the teacher at the corner in the faint candlelight.

The heart beat violently.

"Louis?"

He heard the teacher call his name softly, cautiously, his hands trembled for no reason, his eyes were blurred, as if he wanted to see through Jiang Jian the past that he didn't want to recall.

What a similar scene?

It was like this that day, he sat helplessly on the ground alone, his hands and lips were covered with red liquid.

He crawled towards his mother in a panic, but heard her shrill and hysterical screaming: "How could I give birth to a devil like you?!"

But he obviously did nothing.

He was just drawn out by the strong breath in the air, not to mention a splitting headache when he saw the horrific scene, his heart was about to jump out of his chest, and his body threw himself into a pool of blood uncontrollably.

In the end it was he himself who was to blame.

Louis looked at Jiang Jian, he was reluctant to part with this tutor who got along very happily on the first day, but he is also a normal human being after all, probably no human being would treat the devil.

The devil deserves to be hacked into pieces, even if it is roasted on the flames for three days and three nights, it is not a pity.

No?

Thinking of this, his eyes gradually turned cold.

With a low face, he sneered: "Why are you still standing here? Do you want to taste this kind of taste too? Are you impatient to live in the middle of the night when you foolishly ran into the corridor?"

There was a trace of displeasure in Jiang Jian's heart.

From day to night, how could the child who used to act like a young master but was sensible and eager to learn suddenly become so harsh and strange?The dignity of being a teacher seems to be trampled on.

He pursed his lips, did not speak, walked straight forward, leaned over and lifted the candle lighted lantern that Louis placed at his feet.

The young master shrank away almost invisibly.

The candlelight flashed across his palm-sized face, reflecting his incredible eyes.

Jiang Jian took a quick look around with the lantern. This is the back of a certain stairwell. Turning around, there is a special staircase leading to the master's room of the castle. Generally, servants and other hired people are not allowed to go upstairs from here.

He turned and squatted down, looking at him like he did in the morning: "I may not be a competent teacher."

Louis didn't respond a little: "What?"

"I don't remember ever teaching you to lie." He leaned closer to Louis, "You didn't kill people, why would you say something like that?"

Louis froze, he never thought he would hear such a rhetorical question.

Shouldn't it be screaming insults at him and telling him to fuck off?

Wouldn't everyone, seeing such a scene, acquiesce that he did these things?

"I..." His eyes and nose were sour, he wanted to rub it but didn't dare to rub it, he sucked his nose hard, and his tense vocal cords relaxed, "Because I don't want to hear those words I don't want to hear from others."

So it's better to be the first to become fierce and scare them away.

Jiang Jian sighed: "Don't do this in the future, you don't need to admit what you haven't done."

Louis looked up at him, choked up and said, "But no one will believe me."

Jiang Jian glanced at the man in front of the young master from the corner of his eye.

There were obvious stab wounds and bite wounds in several arteries, and the man had long since passed away.

With Louis's stature, it was impossible to leave those wounds on his body, not to mention that there was no spray-like liquid splashed on Louis' clothes.

He mentally simulated the movement of Louis, probably coming down from upstairs with a lamp, and came here to find the body.

...I just don't know why he threw himself on others.

The traces on the carpet are not clear, but most likely this is just a place to dump corpses.

After a moment of silence, Jiang Jian said, "I believe it."

He believed not in Lewis, but in a store of knowledge that never faded after he entered the show, which he could blurt out without thinking too deeply.

Thaksin believed that the corpse could speak, and the real murderer was still in the castle.

Jiang Jian was extremely calm, but Louis seemed defeated by these two heavy words.

He threw himself into Jiang Jian's arms trembling all over, gritted his teeth and wept faintly: "I said it's not me, it's not me, I'm not a devil... But everyone doesn't believe me. I can't control myself at all, I just want to... "

Deep in his heart, there is a strong desire to tear people apart, always eating away at his mind unintentionally, he feels that he will suddenly become terrible, and an urge to grind his teeth and suck blood surges into his heart instantly .

"It's the same this afternoon. I felt that way when Sister Wen was injured, so I'm going to take medicine." Louise's face was pale. "But the smell is too strong at night, and I can't control myself even after taking medicine."

Jiang Jian listened quietly.

He thought of a possibility as absurd as the existence of "devils."

The kind of folktale that originated in the Balkans, a blood-sucking species that he believed to exist in fiction.

He asked: "Suck... oh no, blood race, have you heard this expression?"

Neither the words "devil" nor "vampire" were appropriate for a child of Louis's age to say in front of him.He's already sensitive enough to use that word to emphasize something about him.

Louis's eyes widened: "Isn't this something only the descendants of Peroz know about? The butler uncle clearly said that you are foreigners..."

Jiang Jian didn't know how to explain it to him. The foreign land he talked about, and the literary works about blood races in ancient and modern China and foreign countries can be placed in five rows of open shelves in the library.

But he got another message from Louis' words.

The so-called "Peloz and the devil's children were cursed by blood" turned out to be some blood-like characteristics appearing in their children.In other words, the Short family is the descendants of the devil and King Peroz.

No wonder in the end Peroz chose to pass the throne to the daughter of his sister, and let himself and the devil's offspring become nobles and lords.A descendant who could get out of control and suck blood at any time is indeed not suitable for inheriting the throne.

But how is this characteristic inherited, and how does it manifest in descendants?

Does the same situation exist for other Short family members in the castle?

Jiang Jian's sharp eyes fell on the corpse beside him, and carefully examined the wound on the man's body by the unclear candlelight.He was very puzzled just now, why there were some bites mixed with the knife wound, but now that he heard what Louis said, he had some ideas.

"Who else knows but you?"

"Uncle Housekeeper."

"Does Madam know?"

"She's not descended from Peloz, she doesn't know anything."

Louis lowered his eyes.

She wished she had never given birth to him, and she was afraid that being too cruel to him would bring about his revenge, for fear that he would "accidentally" harm her Jingui's daughter.

"Do you know who this person is?" he turned to Louis.

"Uncle Keith." Louis lowered his head, "He comes here twice a month to see my father. He also prescribes the medicine that suppresses me when I get sick."

Jiang Jian closed her eyes and restored the orientation map of the entire castle in her mind.

The place where the doctor was dumped was indeed on the shortest route to the side building of the castle, and the side building was the residence of that Mr. Short whom he had never met—Louis' father.

Fu Yuncheng!This name popped up in Jiang Jian's mind.

Didn't he come to the castle as a doctor's assistant for investigation?What about others?

There is no way to investigate this matter in depth at the moment. If it continues now, it will definitely conflict with his completion of the task of tutoring.

After careful consideration, Jiang Jian decided to leave here first.

He lifted the weak Louis and asked, "Go back and change your clothes, get a good night's sleep, and stop taking responsibility for the real murderer, even your father."

Louis pouted: "Anyway, they will suspect that I did it when they see it, and then all traces will be cleaned up by the housekeeper."

Therefore, no one is allowed to wander around in the corridor in the middle of the night.

The time to enter the corridor is limited, and there will be housekeepers patrolling regularly to deal with these silently.

Jiang Jian sent him to the stairs, turned around and walked towards his room. His keen hearing had caught the sound of someone patrolling in the distance, and if he stayed any longer, he would be found to have violated the rules of the castle.

Louis walked up two steps, stopped and asked, "Teacher, why did you come out?"

Jiang Jian, who was full of thoughts about not being discovered and keeping his job, paused, and said slowly: "Because I heard your voice, it is my responsibility as a teacher to come out and take care of your situation."

He didn't have much campus experience, so he didn't know what other teachers were like.

But everything he experienced in Dawn II made him feel sad.Those who rely heavily on the multi-tone system, and leave the physical and mental health of students behind in pursuit of the ultimate score, they do not deserve to be called teachers.

He is no longer the former Jiang Jian who can't feel any emotion.

Once he learned to perceive, he frantically learned, imitated, and tried to comprehend all emotions like rain after a long drought.

He wants to love and protect everything he meets in the same way He Minzhi cares for him and Zhong Xun protects him.

Jiang Jian avoided the night patrol and walked back to the house in the dark at a light pace.

As soon as the door was closed, I saw a silvery white streak across the window.

"Zhong Xun." He called out and walked towards the window.

Open the window, and the warm spring breeze from outside pours into the house.In less than half a minute, the man sat on the edge of his window again.

There is a worry that can't be shaken between the eyebrows.

Jiang Jian felt something strange in her heart.

You obviously met him at the shooting range tomorrow, why do you feel like you haven't seen him for a long time?

"where did you go?"

Zhong Xun's voice was wet with night dew, and he couldn't hide his anxiety, but it fell softly in his ears.

"How long have you been waiting?" Jiang Jian didn't answer. He couldn't explain the matter between Louis and the blood race in a few words. He reached out to grab Zhong Xun's wrist, "Come in and tell me."

The moment his hand touched Zhong Xun, he frowned, held Jiang Jian's hand behind his back, jumped into his room, squatted down and looked at the hem of his clothes.

There are spots of blood on it.

"What's going on?" Zhong Xun was very serious, "Where did you get hurt?"

Jiang Jian looked down, not only the hem of the clothes, but also the bloody palm prints on the sleeves.

It turned out that he accidentally got it on the ground and on Louis's hands when he knelt down to comfort Louis.

"Oh, don't be nervous, it's not mine." He patted the hem of his clothes and said.

Just as he was about to explain, his whole heart suddenly twitched violently!

It was hard to describe what it was like, but Jiang Jian understood Louis at this moment.

An inexplicable desire surged from the beating of his heart and began to eat away at his mind

He raised his sleeve to smell it, but the dried blood was not enough to comfort him.

Blood... wants more blood.

He clutched his heart in pain, trying to restrain his impulse.

"what happened to you?"

Zhong Xun suddenly approached, his slender neck was close at hand, and the tail of silver hair set off the throbbing blue blood vessels, which was particularly attractive.

Jiang Jian stretched out her hands uncontrollably, wrapped her arms around the person in front of her, buried her head in his neck, sniffed slowly, and then slowly opened her mouth.

The moment he felt the warm touch, Zhong Xun's brain exploded.

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