[Twilight] Believer

Another order.

After checking the two corpses floating in the bloody water, Catherine turned her head and exchanged a look with Max.Max searched the Internet, it was just Google, and the key words were secret room, suicide by wrist slitting, and bathtub.It's been reported everywhere, mostly understated, but there's been a series that's all happened in Illinois, and there's been half a dozen since the start of the year.Because it happened in a different district, it was hardly noticed.

The bloody mist has spread to Chicago.

The two left the scene of the crime lightly, and the warm sun shone through the door before they realized the dampness in the room, "I really treat all the policemen as the detective Sherlock, and they always kill people in the secret room." Max yelled as usual. .

"The liaison officer has submitted a report. In the past year and a half, not only in Illinois, but also in the number of secret room deaths across the country, it is almost certain that there are seventeen people who have the same method as this vampire, not six." Catherine said herself Ever since seeing Vivienne's death, she has been unhappy, but the hatred that ignited in her eyes began to be sealed up, waiting for an opportunity to move.

Walking behind her, Max felt that Catherine seemed a little too calm for no reason, and behind these indifference was the real pain that was hard to heal. "It is often not you who choose the hunter, but the hunter chooses you." This sentence can always show the same weight in different times.

Sincerely, Max would rather Catherine is still a field team member following her boyfriend, rather than a full-time hunter who licks blood on the knife edge every day.

They finally met Florence in Loglia, but unfortunately, both of them ignored this seemingly young girl with childlike face.Florence watched the two of them back, pretending to be sophisticated and shaking the Bloody Mary in the wine glass, and her decent and frivolous style fell into the arms of an old man present.

Being able to hear the voice of the heart should be nothing new, right?Because of her erratic whereabouts, that Aro in the Volturi is eyeing... well, the Cullen children.

Florence turned around, and that innocent and ignorant smile was printed on her face like her business card, nothing more and nothing less.

Chicago is such a great place.She thought, and her bright red lips were imprinted on the back of the man's hand, just like how she kissed the back of the Pope's hand centuries ago.

"Lolita, the transparent and young body is full of elf-like fatal temptation, unguarded action, a girl who can't put it down but can't bear to touch." From his eyes, she can hear A sentence from the base of the soul, another middle-aged man who was deeply abused by Vladimir, Florence suppressed the disgust, she just didn't want to go around with the two young hunters anymore .Come on...look at me, spot me, sink me!

Seemingly fluctuating, Catherine turned around unconsciously driven by her sixth sense.

If it weren't for the limp human being in her arms, Catherine couldn't help admiring the girl's beauty, with snowy muscles and brown hair, and red eyes peeking out from behind royal blue contact lenses, and the provocative meaning in her eyes was very strong.Max was also aware of it.The two stood still and stared at the girl from a distance. The difference was that the hunters were calm and self-sufficient, while the vampires were flamboyant. There was a constant undercurrent in the short distance of tens of meters, and the killing intent between them was endless.

The first strike is strong, and the second strike suffers.

The blood race has already taken the lead, so how can the hunter be willing to lag behind.

Max blinked and turned to leave the bar. Although Catherine couldn't hold back the stake she was about to throw, she endured it for the sake of the overall situation. She turned her eyes away and ordered herself to turn a blind eye and find a seat to sit down.

Florence carefully listened to Catherine's thoughts, and threw the "food" in her hand to the booth as soon as she let go, her hearing seemed to be disabled in this area, "Sasha... Sese... Didi... "There were so many noises intertwined in her brainwaves that she couldn't concentrate on listening. In desperation, she had no choice but to turn off the ability to listen to thoughts and concentrate on using the vampire's superior vision.

Catherine placed the jammer on the sole of the shoe, and she only needs to step on the ground to interfere with the vampire's talent. She can always easily think of Vivienne's face. Vivienne covers Ash, and ropes are tied to her body. Go up naturally.

It's just that I don't know when I will jump down from the top, like stepping on the air on purpose.

Florence caught the man and teleported away. Catherine immediately sent the text message in the draft box. Max was already waiting in the "food" room when he received the text message.The original plan was for Max to pretend to be a lovelorn woman and wander around the places Vivienne had been to before her death... Then Catherine solved it herself, but now because of the self-destruct identity of the vampire, the whole plan fell through.To retreat is to advance, it is PlanB.

The door opened, and Max outside the window sill inserted the silencer gun through the hole in the glass, without a target!Before she had time to think, she was hit hard on the back of the head. With her body out of balance, Max "broke in through a window" and fell on the broken glass on the ground. The blood seeped into the snow-white carpet, just like the fairy tale "Snow White". plot.The cold fingers were stuck to her wound, it was a vampire!

The red skirt dangled in front of her eyes. The girl with the appearance of an elf squatted down and exhaled like blue: "Hi Max, I'm Florence. Please give me your advice when we meet for the first time!" She deliberately imitated but was not polite at all. , Florence turned around and sat on the sofa beside her, kicking away the wreckage of "food" with a harmless expression, "What about the 'lost girl', I thought I would see a wonderful sad Chicago drama . Really disappoints me, but I'm used to being disappointed by hunters."

"……you know?"

"Of course." Those eyes blinked triumphantly, "The newborn entered Chicago with you, and I heard that loud voice—I hate vampires, I want to kill vampires, I was once taken away by vampires Passing important people, we're vampire hunters—" She squinted and smiled, "You're welcome, I killed those rude newborns."

"Didn't your liaison officer say that you are just mortals? Being a mortal requires the self-awareness of a mortal. Just like the people I found, who were injured, scarred by their lover or family members, the cry in their hearts Could tear through the night, so I went and kissed them to calm them down."

The strong smell of blood floated in the air, and Florence took a sip, disgusted: "I hate bitter taste! Why don't we talk about your sweet and delicious partner, Catherine?"

"I don't like people praising me behind my back, I prefer them to praise me in person!" Catherine walked down from the second floor of the presidential suite, dismantling the other party's intention step by step, Florence couldn't hear Catherine , but what she just heard from Max's heart was enough for her to calm down and watch this good show just for her.

With a smile on her face, Catherine lightly raised her wrist to turn off all the lights, leaving only the floor lamp next to the sofa bright.

The girl's face is more pleasing to the eye under the crystal light, but her sharp fangs are already imminent, but they are blocked by an invisible wall when she rushes out. Failed kid.

"Farewell, Florence."

All broken, all turned to ashes.

There is only one jammer, and the bait is Max. The real plan is on Catherine with the jammer. As for Max, he only needs to convince the prey of what she "heard", all thanks to the analyst's timely intelligence. Catherine got it.The analyst is set to be elusive, which is really necessary.

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"Although I'm used to the disappointment brought by hunters, but this time, I have expectations for your industry again." Florence stood on the broken window sill, with her back facing the moonlight outside the window, she opened her hands and fell, The red skirt flew past their eyes again...

"Girls, ginger is still hot."

There is only wind.