all blood

After returning from the human world, Eve made an appointment for a brain examination.

When he was in the human world, he was kidnapped by a demon hunter, and he had hallucinations at one point. He seemed to see a man in a hazy way, and he affectionately called him "Linn", and then many memories of his time as a human emerged. Repeated over and over.It felt like being forced to recite the Book of Songs. Ive didn't think it was a normal memory presentation, so I needed to consult an expert.

Hospitals in the vampire world are very different from human hospitals. Vampires hardly get sick. Even if they are injured, as long as the parts are not fatal, they will heal themselves. They may only appear in an uncomfortable state, such as drinking infected blood, garlic Allergies, injuries from silver objects, or other unexplained symptoms.

The hospital gave him examinations, some scientific, some supernatural, and some kind of mysterious ritual, anyway, the whole set was expensive.When Yves paid the payment, he felt that this was not like a hospital, but more like a slaughterhouse, a place dedicated to bloodletting gentlemen with intractable diseases like him.

He looked at the spiers of the Gothic building. There was no red cross at the door, nor a white wall, but there were a few crows combing their black feathers.The blood race does not need gentle hints in the heart, let alone the holy light of saving lives and healing the wounded.Originally, he wanted to talk to Red about the hallucinations, but before he came out, seeing Red fell asleep, he changed his mind and let his tired partner take less burden.

The hospital noticed that the "fat sheep" had arrived, and the receptionists flocked to it. It had been a long time since a patient had 'hemorrhage', and they couldn't wait.

"Oh, Satan! My leg is fine and I can walk around, put away your wheelchair!" Ive refused the help of the nurse, and glanced at the price tags in his hand, each of which was enough to fit a prosthetic leg.

"Ma'am, please don't touch my buttocks again, this is a hospital." He kept smiling, pulled away a nurse's hand from his buttocks, and gave some tips to the medical staff with the trolley who deliberately blocked the way, successfully dodging A dwarf touching porcelain, standing out from the encirclement, finally arrived safely at the door of the specialist consultation room.

There is no one queuing outside the clinic, which is very different from human hospitals. In the blood race, doctors are idlers, and some patients don't see a few patients a year.

Yves straightened his collar, never forgetting his gentlemanly demeanor.He tapped on the door panel and walked in after getting permission.

There was only one expert doctor in the consulting room, a man with curly hair like Louis XIV.

"You are Mr. Akat." The expert doctor stood up, with a courtly look in his gestures and manners. From the perspective of etiquette and habits, he was also a vampire of some age.

Yves nodded in return, and sat in the patient seat.He put one leg on his knee and put his hands on his knees. This was a slightly reserved posture. He was a little nervous because the results of the examination would be announced soon.

The body of vampires has self-healing ability, which is their unique racial talent, but mental illness is still an insurmountable problem. Even for powerful vampires, once the spirit goes wrong, it will be a disease that will accompany them for a lifetime, so there will be Something like a vampire mania center.Yves is most worried about his mental health.

The expert on Louis XIV's hairstyle was not in a hurry. He took out the inspection results from his briefcase, held them in front of his face for a while, looked up at Yves, and asked.

"Are you a member of the 'Vampire Population Control Program'?"

Yves paused and took a deep breath. He didn't want to answer, but just nodded.

The expert rubbed his chin and looked at the report repeatedly. Yves' fingers were gathered and he was clutching his pants, like a child being interrogated, waiting for the judge's decision.

Finally the expert spoke slowly.

"Mr. Akat, we have conducted a detailed examination of you from technological means, supernatural power, and ancient rituals." He flicked the report sheet, "I think it is the 'population control plan' that caused damage to your brain. Influence."

……

Yves was silent, and it turned out to be such a result?

"I think you were affected by the brain waves of other vampires during your sleep, causing your memories to overlap, and the scene you described appeared." The Louis XIV hairstyle expert explained, and he showed the results of the inspection report, which read "No apparent abnormalities".

"And this kind of memory overlaps and buries very deeply, and generally it will not appear. Only in certain occasions may there be a 'cross-frequency' situation, and it will not cause serious problems, so the report does not show any abnormalities."

Eve rubbed the space between his brows, and didn't know whether to say he was happy or whether he couldn't laugh or cry. The damn plan stuck to him like chewing gum.

"According to your diagnosis, the hallucinations I have are the memories of others. It may be any guy who also slept with me. We have influenced each other. I don't need to care about it, is that right?"

The Louis XIV hairstyle expert smiled and nodded, satisfied that the money was so easy to earn.

"Thank you, I see." Ive got up and bid farewell to the expert.

At least he doesn’t need to stay in the hospital for observation, and he doesn’t need to go to any psychiatric sanatorium to report. He should be happy, but Ive doesn’t listen to what the experts say. He always feels that there is a more magnificent scene behind the mist in his mind, not just someone else’s memory So simple.

Before leaving, he carefully looked at the badge on the expert's chest, which was the symbol of the blood clan's authority certification.The diagnosis of the authoritative person should be trustworthy, Ive kept comforting himself.

……

If the hospital hadn't charged a sky-high price for his brain examination, Eve would have been more than happy to stay a little longer.

The back garden of the hospital is as quiet as a cemetery, no, it should be said that this is a cemetery, and only the vampires can do it for a hospital that can use the cemetery as a back garden.

Walking in the cemetery is something that every vampire is intoxicated with. The tombstones are so poignant and breathtakingly beautiful. The faint street lights illuminate the monuments of different heights, forming patchwork shadows that sway sparsely in the cemetery.Flocks of bats hang upside down on the wires, and the rustling wind sounds like an organ solo, cold and affectionate.

Ive took the diagnosis report and read it several times, all the indicators were normal, and he didn't want to scare himself anymore.When he passed the street lights, his ears trembled slightly, he stopped and looked behind him, only a winding path paved with gravel bricks and a few small animals ran past in his vision.

Was it the sound they made just now?Yves shrugged his shoulders. Sure enough, after many narrow escapes, he became sensitive and suspicious.With the file bag in his hands, he pulled up his trouser pockets, humming Marilyn Manson's rock tune, and slowly left the cemetery garden.

Eve's shadow got smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared around the corner.

The night wind was still accompanied by the "rustling" sound of leaves, and the shadow of the tombstone seemed to be blown away, becoming distorted and gradually separated from the stone monument.The black shadow elongated and stood up from the ground, hiding behind the stone tablet and quietly watching the direction in which Ive left.

The black shadow's broad shoulders were trembling all the time, as if tormented by electric shocks, and seemed to be laughing, but he didn't make a sound.

Black Shadow fumbled for his chest, and carefully took out a document bag from his arms. The seal had been torn off, and half of the paper was exposed. It was written in printed characters——

Yves Acate's diagnostic report - There is an abnormality in the memory area of ​​the brain.

The file bag was thrown into the air, the black shadow raised his head, and a burnt smell wafted from the middle of the file bag, and it began to burn. The fire hole was getting bigger and bigger, and there was no raging flame. The paper just calmly carbonized and turned black. The file bag was burned in half and turned into slag, which was blown away on the cemetery in an instant, reflecting the black shadow's smile.

Yves Arcat may not have known it all his life, but his real medical certificate was destroyed.

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Meanwhile, Eve is on his way back when he gets a call from Red.

When Reid woke up, he found that Eve was not at home, neither left a note nor answered the phone in time, and seemed very anxious.

"Hey, buddy, I just left for a while, are you so nervous that you can't see me? Or, are you worried that I will go out and fool around while you are injured?" Eve couldn't change his mouth. But he didn't mention the test results. He thought that since the report showed that there was no problem, there was no need to worry anyone, so he deliberately interrupted, "I will be home soon, and there are still two hours before dawn. Do you want to take a shower first, two hours is enough for us to do a lot of things."

The ambiguous hint couldn't be more obvious. Reid held up the phone and was speechless. He prayed that the driver who drove Ive would not be an acquaintance, otherwise the other party's smirk would always give him a headache when we met in the future. Vampires are a bit of gossip. .

"Haha." Eve laughed, just thinking about Red's depressed expression made him feel so happy.

"Yves, my injury has almost healed, from now on... try to keep me by your side, otherwise I won't worry..." Red tried to bring the topic back on track.

"Okay, I get it." Ive restrained his smile and replaced it with squinted crescent eyes. The so-called sweet talk between partners does not require sweet lines, but mutual attention and love.

"Hurry up and take a shower, I'll be home soon." Eve also had a sense of shame, picked a moment when a car was honking, and whispered on the phone.

"Red, I've finally got my mind over my head, and I can't wait to get into your bed now..."