[Comprehensive British and American] vampires modern daily life

Eunice has always been incomprehensible to those who are good looking, but want to make themselves ugly or simply cover up their beauty.For example, Steve, Eunice felt from the very beginning that the existence of that weird blue mask on Steve's handsome face was its original sin.In her opinion, beauty is also a kind of talent. Those who are born with beauty are blessed by the gods, while those who are born with scary looks are probably cursed.

Based on her 3000 years of experience in reading people, she concluded that this man was not inherently ugly. His outline and facial features were not bad. Although he was not handsome or charming, he had good facial features.When she saw it for the first time, she thought that this man disguised himself as a clown just to rob a bank. After a second, she could see clearly the hideous wounds on both sides of his mouth, which were forcibly painted with unwashable paint. A wacky smiley face.

She frowned.

And the man dressed as a clown didn't know that she was struggling with her appearance at this moment. In a few seconds, one of the middle-aged men sitting in the waiting area had already dragged the trembling security guard to the counter Before, put a gun to the other party's neck, put it close to the other party's ear, and yelled in a rough voice: "What? Why don't you call the police? Do you have to call the police?"

The security guard's legs were already weak when he was pointed at by the gun. He supported the wall with his hands and moved slowly towards the telephone. Blood flower, he screamed and fell forward to the ground, the tellers behind the counter couldn't help screaming.

The man who pointed the gun at the security guard blew on the muzzle of the gun and said, "I really dare to call the police."

Eunice frowned the moment the security guard was shot. Although she had been able to control her desire for human blood well, she would still be affected to a certain extent when confronted with the smell of blood.

And the clown standing next to her stared at Eunice as if he didn't notice the farce behind her, and said with a smile, "This is your salary card?"

Before Eunice could answer, he said to himself again: "That's right, many companies have paid wages today. After paying wages, the first thing to do is to buy something that I have been fancying for a long time ago, or to pay for it." House and car loans, after a few expenses, there is not much left in the card, so you still have to take it away before you insert the card into the card slot." He squinted his eyes, "You don't want to huh, miss?"

Eunice looked at him calmly: "Of course."

"Courage is commendable." He smiled and clapped his hands. "I know that many people in New York don't know me. Those who don't know me are fearless. Although fear can indeed make me feel happy, a calm look like yours is also a kind of Fresh fun."

He walked slowly to the other side of Eunice, and waved his hand towards the counter: "Do you know why those tellers are so scared that they dare not rush out?"

While he was speaking, the bank staff trembled even more, and one of the blond-haired, blue-eyed young girls had tears streaming down her face, which made Eunice feel a little bit of pity.

Her non-response did not disappoint the clown, and he clapped his hands again: "Have you seen war-themed movies? There was a loud bang, and a living person was separated into several pieces. Intestines, brains, Everywhere, a bloody mess."

Eunice looked at him sideways, she thought that this man should have bright eyes, but his funny clown face was very calm, as if he was just describing an ordinary scene.

"You like that kind of bloody scene?" Eunice asked.

"It's beautiful," said the clown with a smile, "but there are other things I like."

He turned around and walked towards the counter. Eunice thought about it and followed.

When she approached the counter, she realized that the feet of the four or five employees behind the counter were tied to the stool legs of her own chair, and a black metal box was tied to the rope.

The clown looked at the two tellers sitting on the far side, a young brown-haired man, and the blond stunner who cried so hard that Eunice softened, slowly took out a gun from his coat pocket, and put the gun/ He knocked on the counter and said, "I'll give you a choice."

The young man suddenly turned his head to look at him, but the girl's pupils narrowed slightly when she saw the clown, probably a little scared.

"Don't be afraid, little girl." The clown said almost pleasantly, "I'm here to give you a chance to live."

The girl shrank her shoulders and leaned back in the chair.

"You two are a couple, right?" The clown glanced at the two of them, "Ah, young man, the same ring, the same cup, and the girl's help-seeking and dependent eyes from time to time."

After he said this, Eunice realized that the two people had the same water glasses on the table, and the same platinum rings on their ring fingers. , but never pay attention to these details.

The two looked at each other without nodding or shaking their heads, but the clown didn't need their acknowledgment at all, he said softly: "Well, I'll give you a chance to live and prove yourself, one of you can be Put the bomb on your own foot, tie it to the opponent's foot, and then run out of this church by yourself."

Eunice was taken aback for a moment, and she turned her head to look at the young couple, both men and women had surprised expressions on their faces.

"How about it? I'm a very generous kidnapper." The clown held a gun in one hand, and clapped himself with a smile, "How about it, should the boys go out or the girls go out? Or neither of you go out, Stay here and prove your love for each other with bombs strapped to your feet."

As soon as he finished speaking, the young man coughed twice, and said in a trembling voice: "Let Sansa..." He turned his head to look at his girlfriend, his Adam's apple moved up and down, his eyes were very emotional, the girl seemed to know something , cried quickly and said: "No, William, I, I will stay with you."

The boy named William opened his mouth and was silent for a few seconds, then turned to look at the clown: "I... get out, I'll get out."

Sansa opened her eyes slightly.

"Sansa, you... listen to me, we will die if we stay here." William said eagerly, "I will report after I go out..." He glanced at his clown and the three A man with a live ammunition, forcefully held back the word "call the police", and only said, "I will take care of your parents for you, and I will love you forever."

"No..." Sansa murmured, tears brushed down from her eyes.

The clown nodded with a smile, and said softly, "Not bad, you are the fastest couple I've ever seen to make a decision." He tilted his head slightly, and the man who killed the security guard slowly put away his Gun, bypassing Eunice and walking behind the counter, skillfully untied the rope and bombs that bound William's feet, and then tied them to Sansa's feet.

William stood up straight with the back of the chair. His legs had been bound for too long, and his walking was a little slow. Nevertheless, he walked to Sansa's side and kissed her forehead: "Forgive me."

Sansa gritted her teeth and turned her head away from looking at him.

He made fun of it, reached out and touched his lips, then turned and left the counter. As soon as he walked out of the counter, other trapped staff scolded: "William, you heartless boy."

He turned around abruptly and roared, "I just want to live, what's wrong with that!"

He glanced at Sansa again, then limped and ran towards the gate. Just as the automatic sensor door at the bank's gate made a "ding", Eunice saw the clown raised his eyebrows and raised his gun. The hand on the side moved slightly, but still pressed it down, only to hear a "bang", and the back of William's head exploded with blood red and brain pulp white, and all splashed on the automatic sensor door that had just opened a crack, He groaned and fell flat on his face.

The entire bank hall fell silent again. Sansa stared at the bloodstains on the automatic door with wide eyes and cried.

The clown retracted his gun again, looked at Eunice, and said, "I prefer this kind of choice game to blood and blood. Wouldn't it be more interesting to watch others make choices in desperation?"

Eunice narrowed her eyes and said, "Your hobbies are really special."

"No, I think anyone who has not been forced to make a choice will feel as happy as taking drugs when seeing such a tragedy." The clown said with a smile.

"But isn't your game already settled?" Eunice looked at William who fell in front of the bank gate.

"No, he is the winner of the game, but as the master of the game, I don't like him." The clown clapped his hands, "Okay, now the game continues, the participants are this Miss Sansa, and you... "

Eunice turned her head to look at him calmly.

"Actually, I've noticed you since you stepped into the bank." The clown walked up to Eunice and walked around her slowly, "You should have noticed that the bank is unusual at this time, but you still You walked in, and you didn't panic when someone shot/killed the security guard. No ordinary person can have such a psychological quality, you are either a policeman, or..." He paused, his tone lightened , "It is said that there are many superheroes in the city of New York, maybe you are one of them."

Eunice crossed her hands: "Unfortunately, both of your guesses are wrong."

"But it doesn't prevent me from guessing that you are not an ordinary person." The clown said with a smile, "I like playing games with people like you the most."

"Is swapping hostages your game?" Eunice said firmly.

The clown walked to the counter and waved his hands again and again: "I've played this game here once, I won't play it a second time, we need to innovate." He touched his chin with his hand and said, "Well, Sansa Miss, and other bank staff, are divided into two parties. You can only choose one party. The party you choose to save can untie the bombs/bombs on its feet and walk out of the bank, and these bombs/bombs must be tied to the party that stays. body."

Eunice glanced at him. "I could kill you before the game even started."

The clown was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud, his shoulders were shaking from his laughter, then he shook his head and said, "It's useless, those bombs/bombs they strapped are controlled, you can kill me in an instant , and then my other partners will immediately detonate the bomb/bomb, and everyone will die here together." He paused, and added, "My partners who rob banks are more than what you see, if you don't believe it, you You can kill me now and give it a try."

He said, offering his bare neck to Eunice.

Eunice looked at him coldly.

Indeed, she doesn't know how many clown companions are hiding in this block. She can kill the clown who dares to threaten her, or leave here regardless. Anyway, she has been a vampire for 3000 years and has no special feelings for humans. up.

only……

She looked past the clown to Sansa, whose face was full of tears.

When that choice was put in front of the young couple, she knew she couldn't move. The crying Sansa overlapped with her who was lying in the coffin 3000 years ago, and even the cry was the same. sad.

"Okay, I'll join the game." Eunice folded her arms and said lazily, "Leave Miss Sansa and let the others go, once you shoot / shoot / kill them, I will kill you immediately , I don't mind blowing up a firework in Brooklyn when you break the rules of the game."