murder poppy

The tavern bills were stained with all kinds of smells, and the paper was stained with oil and wine.Fortunately, the handwriting is still clear, and the font is not ugly.

The location indicated by the address is in an alley behind the downtown area.Unlike the hustle and bustle of the street market, this residential area is placed in the busy city like a peach blossom garden, which seems to be a bit of a seclusion.

The sun is hidden behind the clouds in the evening, and the intense orange-red blooms in the sky, dark and bright.

The buildings are closely arranged, and every household is exactly the same even with the railings. Only the metal numbers on the black-painted wooden doors can indicate that they belong to different families.

At this time, most people are working, and the doors of every house are locked, and there is silence.

In a formative living area, an open door looks particularly out of place.Andre stopped in his tracks, the smell of blood as strong as the clouds burning in the sky made him frown.

The open door in front shook because of the wind, and the hinges were blown dry by the cold wind, making a creaking sound.

Andre caught the shaking door with the same house number as the note.

As he approached, the surrounding sounds became richer.In addition to the sound of the wind, rough breathing, weak crying, and the sound of tearing flesh played together.

Andre didn't smell anything that threatened him.Maybe it's never been here, maybe it's gone.

There was a warm yellow light in the room, and things fell to the ground. This place has experienced a catastrophe.

The man who pretended to cry to him yesterday was lying on the ground, holding a woman's arm tightly, so hard that his nails pierced into the flesh.

The woman is still alive, breathing weakly, but has no strength to struggle.She stared at the child lying under the dining table.

A small ball, covered with blood.The blood on her body soaked the carpet and spilled out.

The kid is out of breath.

The wanton spray of blood scattered in the air, and the nasal cavity was sticky as if stained with blood beads between breaths.Andre didn't like the feeling of being forced to arouse his desire, which made it difficult for him to calm down, as if his own self had died, and what lived in his body was the beast that came to devour him.

The woman lying on the ground noticed his existence, and pushed away the monster pressing on her body as if seeing a life-saving straw.The fangs cut a long gash in her neck, she couldn't speak, she could only move her mouth.

"Save...save her."

Andre saw that her eyes were clouded with mist, hope turned to fear after clarity.The sudden constriction of pupils made her look like a frightened deer.

The man who was pushed aside was attracted by this fear, howled and rushed over.

"Bang!" The man bumped into something, which was cold and hard.

Andre pushed away the irrational hunter with a palm, and saw his blood-red eyes and sharp fangs in the shattered lens on the ground.His pale skin looked dead, and even his blond hair had faded a bit.

He is hungry.

This is a very bad omen.

The man who was pushed hit the wall, and Andre heard the sound of bones breaking.He simply healed the wound on the woman's neck, and turned his head to see the strange man with his left arm drooping.

"It smells good... better than her, delicious... delicious!" The man looked at Andre passionately as if he didn't know the pain, and rushed over with a sly smile.

"Are you... talking about me?" Andre asked with a smile, he was very angry now.Hunger tells him he desperately needs to sleep, or to eat.There was a lunatic in front of him who regarded him as rations.

The nails growing out of the rough palms were like iron hooks, and Andre stood there, tilted his neck, held his wrist with one hand, and kicked the man in the abdomen.

Before the screams came out, the hand holding the opponent's wrist was hard, and the flying body would immediately pull and hit Andre's bent knee.

The intensity of these two strokes did not restrain at all. The crazy hunter curled up on the ground, rested for a while and raised his ankles. He rushed towards the bleeding woman like a wild wolf.

Andre didn't expect him to be so difficult. He appeared behind the man in a flash and grabbed his neck.

"I hate troublesome bedbugs. I hate trouble when I'm hungry. So you're out of luck." Andre looked at the lunatic who was still determined to open his mouth, and his patience disappeared.

"Crack", a burst of cracking sound spread through the flesh, and the noisy roar stopped instantly, leaving only an aftertaste that echoed in the woman's ears.

Even though the neck wound was healing, there was still blood loss.The weakness from the blood loss left her unconscious.Only when the man fell powerlessly to the ground, there was a sense of relief and security.

There was a sound of footsteps outside the door, and Andre wiped his palms, quietly listening to the panicked shouts of the hunters who suddenly rushed open the door.

"Oh my god it's an attack! An attack!"

"Three dead, he, he is the murderer."

"He's got fangs! He's a vampire! Gun up! Gun up!"

"Quiet!" An acquaintance paced in with his stomach full. Although his face was restrained and tense, and he wanted to put on a serious expression, Andre still saw him flaunting his tricks.

"Long time no see, Andre." Owen hid behind the heavily armed hunter, greeted him politely, and then looked at the mess in surprise, "What's going on! My agent's dead body home, wife and daughter Tragic death, Andre, give me an explanation."

"She is still alive, timely rescue can ensure her safety." Andre turned to look at the woman whose chest was still heaving, and reminded.

"Our Blood Hunter will handle this." Owen looked at him, "Lines failed to control you. You don't have a suppressor."

Andre was noncommittal.

Obviously, the other party had set up a sophisticated game, so quibbles and explanations were useless.So he chooses to have less conversations with psychos.

"My detective's family died tragically, and the murderer was the vampire that Inspector Lines had been sheltering for a long time!" Owen didn't care about his own acting, and ordered impassionedly, "Arrest him! I will definitely ask the president to explain this to me! Let it go!" This kind of villain is wandering in the North District, which is a serious breach of duty!"

"What are you doing?"

The hunters stopped moving and looked at the source of the sudden sound in unison.

Lyons looked gloomy, wrapped in a coat, and looked dusty.

"It's just in time, Lioness, let's see what you have done." Owen was confident, and looked at Lions with glee.

"I remember that the patrol in this area is in charge of the night patrol. I don't know if Inspector Owen brought his men here with guns, is he trying to commit some violence?"

"Hey, you can't say that." Owen took out a search warrant, "Someone reported to me that there is a situation here, and you are not in the North District, so I will take over for you. Compared with me running around for other people's responsibilities Poor man, your advisor broke into and killed people here, that's the more important thing!"

"Mr. Owen's search warrant is at [-]:[-] in the morning." Andre took out a pocket watch from his pocket. "It's evening now. May I ask if your informant is a prophet, can he predict the future?"

"This..., you murderer, what are you messing around with!"

Andre smiled, and didn't care about Owen's anger, "I think, maybe you colluded with the foreign party, killed someone yourself and reported a false case, to frame me."

"Whatever you say. Adviser Andre has committed serious acts of violence against humans, and Inspector Lyons has lax supervision. The two have violated the blood hunting regulations and implemented a policy of repression against dangerous people!" Owen shouted, with the sound of a row of guns being loaded. sounded.

"As for you, Lions, since we are both working in Blood Hunt, you will be punished for your dereliction of duty. Please don't interfere with official duties now!"

Andre only felt that his ears were extremely noisy.

He is hungry and bored.

Just as Owen was showing off his power, there was a faint sound of breathing in the room.

The woman lost a lot of blood and was not treated. In addition, there were many people in the room and the air was mixed, so she swallowed her last breath unwillingly.

At this time, Owen, who was full of justice, murdered a woman who was supposed to be alive.

Hypocrisy, pride, meanness.

The blood of this kind of person is hard to drink, but it can fill the stomach.

In the tense room, Andre bent down to pick up the broken ornaments that had fallen on the ground.

A small sculptural head.Curly hair, big eyes, high cheekbones.Very in line with Western aesthetics.

Andre evaluated it in his heart, and threw that head out.

The curly-haired head lived up to expectations, and hit Owen's mouth with precision in a very gentle way.It grabbed his upper jaw and drew countless bloody cuts.

The saliva and blood in the mouth are fused, and the smell is like pork rotting in the stinky gutter.Fat and dirty.Andre frowned, feeling that his hunger seemed to be calmed down by nausea.

"Mr. Owen, I want you to pay attention." Andre raised his wrist, where it was empty, the soft cloth wrapped his pale skin, without decoration, but very seductive, "There is no suppressor here. I want to kill you, or It's very easy to kill your men."

Reigns then frowned disapprovingly and looked at Andre, but the vampire seemed to be in a bad mood at this moment, and didn't even give him a look.

"Even if I really killed someone, with the suppressor, the one who has the ability to suppress me is the person standing next to you, not you. This is not your jurisdiction, you'd better get out with your useless subordinates."

"..." Lions moved his tongue, and finally chose to shut up.

This is the most arrogant suspect he has ever seen, bar none.

But a vampire in a bad mood can't be messed with, especially an old monster like a three-generation vampire.So Lions looked at Owen who was blushing but speechless from fright, and chose to indulge with a tinge of good mood.

Owen was still holding the sculptured head in his mouth.There was a stabbing pain when he moved, he stared at Andre resentfully, waved his hands and shouted vaguely: "Go!"

The large group of hunters withdrew, leaving only Lyons wrapped in a black coat.

Andre glanced at him, turned around and bent down to touch the woman's breath.

He heard correctly, the owner of this room is dead now.

Shortly after Owen left, an agent in night watch costume rushed in.Said to Lyons: "Sir, President Nord asked you to escort the suspect to Blood Hunt immediately, if there is any resistance..."

The detective twitched the corners of his mouth in embarrassment when he saw Andre who was calm and calm at the side: "He will personally lead people to execute the prisoner on the spot."