The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Applying for the right of residence in a human town for a vampire is very unimaginable and difficult. An Minghui was originally prepared to be locked up in the house during the day for more than half a year.

But there was a little accident in the middle.

Gary is the eldest son of the president of the Hunter Association. He is also the best at intelligence analysis and technical research in the association. He writes in his spare time. The fairy tale book he read before was written by Gary.

It can be seen from the strange encounter before that Gary is a person with a bit of a strange personality.

An Minghui really didn't know what expression to put on when he heard that the man pointed a gun at his head in front of the president and solemnly asked the association to keep him as a vampire.

In any case, the final result was that An Minghui successfully obtained permission to stay in the town. Although there was an additional condition to cooperate with Gary's various investigations and inquiries, it was still gratifying.

Unlike Effett's euphemism, Gary has always expressed his interest in him very directly, and some of these interests really give him a little headache.

For example, now, Gary is sitting in front of him, holding a notepad in his hand, and asking some questions that are not easy to answer while recording: "I know that when vampires suck blood, they will arouse human sexuality, Then, will you guys have similar feelings? Will you get an erection?"

Mr. Vampire with trembling hand holding the teacup: "..."

"Gary, isn't it inappropriate to ask such a private question?" Effiete would ask with a smile, "You know, Easterners are always more reserved, and Ann would be embarrassed to be asked such a question."

"Is that so?" Gary glanced at Effite questioningly, his disbelief clearly evident, "Judging from your performance that night, I think Ann is the dominant one between the two of you. It seems to be more conservative, and judging by your benchmark, Ann shouldn't be shy about this issue."

An Minghui's hands shook again, and the tea in the cup almost splashed out.

"Gary, you should pay more attention to propriety." Effiete shook his head helplessly and sighed, as if he was kindly persuading a stubborn fool, "Many of your judgments are based on your imagination, so in the end The conclusions drawn are also invalid."

"Then let me change the question, have you ever slept?"

This time, not to mention An Minghui, even Effie was so startled that his eyes widened subconsciously, and he was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Uh..." Carefully considering his words, he forced a stiff smile, and said words that he didn't even believe in now, "Actually, Mr. Effie and I are not the kind of people you think relation."

"When I visited last time, Effiete's cry could be clearly heard outside through the door panel." Gary showed another disdainful expression, as if he looked down on their clumsy lies, " Or do you consciously make humans feel comfortable enough to almost orgasm while sucking blood? Or is it that Effiete is so weak that he can't even bear that bit of pleasure?"

No matter how you answer this question, it is very wrong.

An Minghui felt that he was really wronged, he just ate a meal according to the eating habits of the blood clan, why did he face such an embarrassing questioning.

Although I have to admit that every time Effiete's reaction is always exaggerated, even he can't ignore it.

Not knowing how to answer this question for a while, he subconsciously glanced at Effiete, and found that the other party was also looking at him with his chin propped up, as if silently waiting to see how he would answer.

After meeting his eyes, Effie looked away as if he was a little disappointed, and stood up instead, with one hand gracefully behind his back, and the other pointing towards the gate, smiling. He said: "Your question made my partner very difficult, so I have to suspend this conversation. We still have things to do next. If there are still unfinished questions, let's save it for next time."

Although his tone was gentle, Effie didn't mean to be polite at all. He picked up Gary's collar roughly with one hand, turned around and walked to the door, threw him out and locked the door.

"...Your relationship is very good." Seeing the series of violent ways to solve problems, An Minghui was a little dazed.He knew that Effiete was gentle and calm most of the time, only occasionally revealing his true nature in front of a few people he knew very well, such as always calling Gary by a female pronoun.

Effie smiled apologetically: "I'm sorry to make you look so rude, but you still need to take specific measures for specific objects."

As he said that, he had already walked to An Minghui's side, and gently pulled up the other's right hand to examine carefully, seeing the burn mark on the palm that had not completely faded, he couldn't help frowning, and apologized for the first time: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that direct contact with silver products would have such serious consequences for the vampires."

Human vision at night is very poor. At that time, Effiete didn't see the wound on An Minghui's hand. He didn't see it clearly until he returned to the mansion and turned on the lights.

Now the injury has almost healed, with only a few traces left, and when Effie first discovered it, he felt that he was almost suffocating because of the anger and regret surging from the bottom of his heart.

Ann is the most perfect masterpiece of God, and he cannot tolerate anyone, including himself, leaving scars on this masterpiece.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury." An Minghui didn't lie. Although the wounds left by silver products cannot be accelerated by the strong self-healing ability of the vampires, they just heal a little slower. As if he accidentally scratched his skin when he was still an ordinary person, "Think about what else we need to bring, we should go to the train station in a while."

Although the reason for sending Gary away was mainly the excuse of picking it up, they were indeed going to another town soon, because the association had assigned Effie a new task in the morning.

"There are still two hours, there is plenty of time, we can take our time."

This calm and unhurried attitude made An Minghui wonder whether it is better to evaluate him as calm and confident or passive and sabotage. He obviously has a ready-made blood like himself around him, so he doesn't even ask for any clues.

He reminded: "It's best not to relax too much. I remember that the vicinity of that town is the territory of a blood duke. It will be very troublesome if we meet the other party."

"Hehe...Maybe I don't look as strong as other hunters, but I'm not too incompetent, right? After all, I have been dealing with vampires for so many years." Taking the ointment, he carefully spread it on An Minghui's palm , Effiete spoke to him with a gentle smile while applying the medicine, "Even if we are so close, it is not so easy for you to kill me."

This example is not very good. Just as An Minghui was about to say something, Effiete, who lowered his head and applied the medicine in front of him, continued to add: "But if it was An, I might really agree to let the You might as well kill me."

There is a bit of eerie seriousness in the always soft and beautiful voice, which makes it difficult to take this as a joke.

An Minghui: "...I don't have that kind of plan."

"I know, Ann is a very gentle blood." Effie raised his head and smiled at him, the golden shoulder-length hair was tied behind his head, revealing his graceful cheeks, and his blue eyes were bright and unusual, " Ann used to be loyal to Norman, right? So he was the one who converted you from a human to a vampire?"

"Yes, I thought I was going to die."

While he gave an affirmative answer, Effiete also applied the ointment, carefully attached a piece of gauze, and then did not let go of his hand, but continued to hold it in his hand, looking straight at him , Proposed with full expectation: "Although the other party is a blood race, I still want to thank him for this. How about we find an opportunity to invite that Norman prince back as a guest?"

An Ming was stunned for a moment, carefully looked at Effiete's excited expression, and made sure that the other party was not joking, then cautiously replied: "This...isn't that good?" Let Norman see Effiete again, It would be nice not to fight to the death, let alone a peaceful and friendly visit.

"Don't worry, I will entertain him well, I have already prepared his place." Speaking of which, Effie pulled his wrist to stand up, and couldn't wait to lead him to turn around and walk towards the direction of the basement, "Yes Great location, the gentleman will love it."

When he came to the door of the basement, An Minghui had a bad feeling. He had lived in Effiete's place for almost a month, but he had never entered the basement—not because Effiete didn't allow it, but because It was because he knew that there should be some special significance here, so he didn't intend to enter without authorization.

Now being dragged into the basement by Effiete, he was stunned by everything he saw.

The basement is very spacious, and it looks very bright when the lights are turned on, and it doesn't look dark at all. However, the things on the cabinets and the things hanging on the walls will make everyone who steps here for the first time instinctively terrified .

He saw the vampire fangs hanging on the wall, the blood-red eyeball soaked in a bottle of liquid medicine, and many stumps, arms and even organs also soaked in the bottle, facing the wall at the door of the basement There is a lot of space left.This piece was arranged extremely delicately, with a layer of silk cloth spread around it, and a silhouette surrounded by velvet. That silhouette was in the shape of a standing person, giving people a very strong sense of uneasiness.

Just when he was completely stunned, Effite took the initiative to pull his arm, and comforted him in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, because the only thing on those vampires can be called artistic value, so just leave After that, I won't treat you like this."

After saying this, Effie pointed to the outline of the human figure, and said with a smile: "Mr. Norman saved you alive, so I won't be so rude to him, let's nail him here, okay?" good?"

The basement door closed silently behind him, as if sealing the only way out.He heard Effie whispering in his ear: "Look, I've told you my last little secret, don't be wary of me, don't be afraid of me."