Villains have special death skills

Chapter 115 Interview with the Vampire at Night: Where Are We Going, Dad ([-]) 【Addition】

Dear Lester:

By the time you read this letter, I will be in London, and you may have already guessed who I am. I am the most excellent vampire, your little Claudia.Believe me, I didn't intend to deceive you and Louis. You should know that Armand hates me very much. He wants to erase the traces of me in Louis's heart, and I do all this just to escape from him logically. day of birth.

I hope you will find me in London after reading this letter. I miss the happy days I spent with you.

love you claudia
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The subtle rustling sound of the sharp pen rubbing against the delicate paper surface resounded in the silent room. After she finished writing the letter, she handed it to Dorian, explaining that this was an important letter, and hoped he would hurry up. sent.

Ordinary people will not find any unexpected information when reading this letter. There must be something unique about the communication between vampires.

In the past few days, Dorian had already built a hexagonal awn coffin for her. It was true that there was interest in his gray eyes, but she didn't explain in detail, but went out alone.

Daolin has interesting stories about Daolin, and the blood race also has the loneliness and arrogance of the blood race.

It was a week ago that the letter was sent.

Carriages come and go in London at night, and she occasionally encounters a few down-and-out homeless people, and she is too lazy to say anything. She may become the first vampire to starve to death in history. When this thought flashed in her mind, she already Follow the smell of blood to a cold underground morgue.

Vampire hunting naturally has her own set of rules. She hides in the dark and quietly selects suitable prey. In New Orleans in the eighteenth century, Lester once told her how he taught Louis to hunt , There are noble ladies of the upper class and whores of the lower class. He will treat his prey roughly, or play with or directly suck their blood cruelly. He parted ways, and that's when Louis met little Claudia.

A sallow, emaciated, dirty, thin, poor little girl.

She was a little immersed in the inexplicable emotions brought by Claudia's subconscious. Claudia's tragedy was inevitable. It was hard to tell whether it was Louis' fault or Lester's fault. In short, God for you Closing a door will definitely open a window for you. If there is no window, it will probably open a gap for you to breathe.

At this time, a white figure jumped into her eyes. He had a pair of flexible and slender hands. These hands were protruding deep into the abdomen of the corpse. He seemed to be very familiar with the human body structure. Scalpel, he wears a mask on his face, making it difficult to see his face clearly, he has brown short hair, and his focused eyes reflect the blood of the corpse, unknowingly, she was caught by his experienced and familiar dissection attracted.

There are probably only two kinds of people in the world who are most familiar with corpses, one is the god of death, and the other is the doctor.

There is a dark fragrance surging in the air, which makes people let go of their guard and relax their minds.

When he raised his eyes and gently wiped his sweat with one sleeve, she could see clearly that his eyes were the same light gray as Lester's, which reflected cold light green in the basement with dim candlelight. There was a slight pink color under his eyelids, and he seemed to be dissecting his corpse calmly and calmly, as if his corpse was a work of art.

For some reason, an inexplicable sense of familiarity surged into her heart, as if there was a pull from somewhere.From his body, she seemed to see a familiar shadow, she blinked her crystal-clear green eyes, approached quietly, warm blood flowed under his blue veins, she gently sniffed , the sweet taste of blood seems to be tempting her to suck it.

When the sharp teeth bit into the blood vessel, she heard a light gasp, followed by the muffled sound of cold metal crashing into the belly of the corpse. She lay on his back, hugging him with cold hands. He warmed his neck, and blocked his sight with his free hand. When the hot blood flowed from her mouth into her body, her body seemed to be warmed up, as if she was alive again. Life passed by her hands. It was a wonderful feeling to be born again inside her.

She couldn't control herself a bit, rationality was telling her that she couldn't smoke anymore, and the "doctor" under her hand would lose her life and be taken away by the god of death if she smoked again, but the sweet taste of sensuality and blood was tempting her to suck more. many.

At this time, she understood the real life experience revealed in Louis's mouth. Only when blood poured into her lips and flowed through her hands, could she deeply experience the insignificant sense of existence of life. You can only experience this feeling when the bottom gradually disappears.

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Victor was woken up by Igor, who was sweating profusely and said, "Why are you sleeping? Are you too tired? In fact, you can take a rest first, so you don't have to work so hard."

Victor touched his neck subconsciously. There was a small wound on the neck. He turned his neck and looked hard, only to find that the wound could only be pierced by a small sharp object. As a doctor of biology, he He saw through the source of the wound at a glance, and his gray eyes darkened. This kind of wound is a small wound that only the legendary vampires can create, but how could there be vampires in London? Isn't this the protagonist in the ghost story?

"Igor, I'm fine." Victor took off the plastic white gloves on his hands, and took off the white mask that covered most of his face. Under the bright candlelight, his handsome and handsome features were clearly visible. He looked a little serious, probably Doctors will purse their lips and present themselves as dignified and holy.

The vampire hiding in the dark couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the doctor waking up slowly. She was really afraid of accidentally killing the little doctor. After all, innocent people don't deserve to die, and doctors like this have experienced blood on their hands. Sacred characters who can determine life and death, living is more suitable for them.

London at night seemed a little quiet like water. She walked for a long time before reaching the noisy place. The popularity decorated the city and made it wonderful.

A lonely figure stood alone in the noisy crowd, the air seemed to freeze a bit, only the slender figure appeared in her eyes, he was out of tune with this city, in the dimness, the delicate velvet dotted on the placket and cuffs could be seen, his golden The yellow hair is like the sun in the dark night, bright and dazzling.

Among the noisy crowd, a figure moved towards her. She blinked her clear green eyes, but was embraced by the visitor. Unlike Lester who stood alone and lonely, he was different from Lester. It was so quiet, like a spring breeze, hugging her.

"Little Claudia," Louis sighed in her ear, "As soon as I received your letter, Lester and I rushed to London immediately."

　Jiageng Hot Ho Ho Ho Ho ~ I want to say goodbye to Dorian temporarily, I really want to write another chapter of Sherlock's episode, but I am afraid that no one will read it, hee hee~ The high-energy reminder ahead, it is starting to be a little sususu, oops, the author My girlish heart is overflowing~
　　
　
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