The Dog Rider is the Demon King

Standing at the door of the blood-stained room, Ron couldn't help expressing his emotion: "It turns out that in the Demon Race, killing people is considered a crime. Ah, no, it should be killing demons."

"Although the demons advocate force, they still have some basic moral concepts. If you attack your own kind, no matter where you are, you will be disapproved by all your companions." Fisherley wears a big straw hat for sunshade and long white hair Braided into a braid, with a beautiful red camellia inserted in the braid, "I thought it was a relaxed and happy outing, but it turned out to be such a bloody scene. It's rare for me to dress up."

Ignore Fisherley's complaint directly: "You can kill your own kind without any scruples, and other races have no psychological hindrance. It is really a violent race."

"Human beings are not the same, how does that sentence come from-'other races have different hearts', everyone is the same, there is no need to stand on the moral high ground to criticize the demons. But you can criticize the demons, because Demon spirits do not have the same kind under universal rules, even if they are also squirrel demon spirits, it seems that it is difficult to generate empathy, as if each demon spirit is an independent individual."

"Probably because there is no kinship, but this is not the point. The empathy of the demon spirit can be gradually cultivated in the future." Ron frowned and looked around the room full of spurting blood. They were all stained with more or less blood, and the closed heavy curtains made the room dim, and there were a group of high and low white candles in the corner, which made the dark room look a little mysterious... or rather sacred.

"It seems that there used to be an altar to summon the gods here, and it was also the God of Light."

"It sounds like summoning the demon god in Domi City. It's an extremely evil thing." Ron was convinced of Fisherley's conclusion, because he also saw that the wall opposite the window On the table, there is a silver cross stained red with blood.

"Or maybe, these are just used to prevent vampires." Fisheri joked seriously.

"If there were really vampires, this place wouldn't be so chaotic." Ron also dismantled Fisherley's stage in a serious manner, "Since the devil wants me to investigate here, it should be to investigate who dared to be here Let’s kill people, after all, even if the dead are recognized as evil existences, killing them is still not the responsibility of ordinary citizens, on the contrary, they will be crowned as murderers. Or I mean, murderers.”

"The title doesn't matter. You always like to be stubborn in some small details. This is not a good habit. Get rid of it."

"Oh, I know."

"Look here, Ron, Mothakanka, the name of a certain grand duke." Fischery carefully identified relatively complete phrases among the blurred handwriting on the blood-soaked notebook.

"But this Mort... what is it?"

"Muthakanka." Fisheri nodded as she looked at the handwriting on the notebook.

"What connection does he have here? Or, what connection does he have with anyone?"

"Grand Duke Mothakanka is famous for being close to demons. It can be said that he has contributed to the current loose policy of the demon king towards demons. Moreover, he is the uncle of the demon king, so he can be regarded as a leader among the ministers of the demon king. "Fisherie threw the bloody notebook on the table, took out a handkerchief and wiped her hands with a look of disgust, "But it's really subtle that his name appears here. Although Mote Hakanka said I can offer some advice on the candidate for the successor devil king, but it’s just a suggestion, so I shouldn’t be involved in it.”

"It's hard to say, his name appears here, either he himself or someone related to him summoned the God of Light, or someone summoned the God of Light to punish the Grand Duke Mort."

"His name is Mot Hakanka... Forget it doesn't matter." Fischery looked at the notebook, "It's very strange, although the handwriting here is blurred, but some places are not vague and can be explained, but like It doesn’t look like it’s written at all, it’s all red. Here, look.”

Ron took the book from Fischery and flipped through a few pages. Some strange traces caught his attention. After all, not every page was completely soaked in blood, but there were still some exposed paper. The original color, but the edge of the blood presents an unnatural state, not like the result of blood splashing.

"Mom, look here."

Following the direction Ron pointed, Fisherley also noticed the unusual bloodstains.

"It's like characters, demon characters. But it's just a turning point, so it shouldn't be possible to restore it."

Ron took the notebook and walked to the dim candle window in the corner, and looked at the blood-stained notebook in the dim light of the candle. "The self on the notebook should also be bloodstained, not a red pen with a similar color. But why does the same notebook... need to be written with two materials? And there is another kind of blood, which makes people really unable to imagine it directly. "

"Could it be an exchange of diaries? I remember that when Fitty and I were young."

"Who would write an exchange diary with blood...Mom, your girlish heart should be a little restrained, it's a very formal situation now..."

"This is also a possibility, isn't it? Don't deny a possible question so easily."

"Okay, listen to you. But there seems to be nothing here, let's go, and continue to search along this line. I think this Duke Mort is worth visiting." Ron walked out of the room with a serious face. Standing at the door waiting for Fisherley.

After waiting for a while, Fisheri came out with the notebook. "Don't always go in such a hurry. You can ask him only after you bring this thing."

On the way, Ron asked Fisherie: "Speaking of which, how did you know that Mort? You weren't..."

"It was mentioned by Hilde. I was at my most decadent at that time, so Hilde often told me what happened outside, just to relieve my boredom." Fischery thought for a while, "Bai Limu is relatively He came to me at a late hour. When he first appeared, he was a real little rabbit. It was as big as a palm, and it was as small as a ball. It was as white as a dumpling. When Xiaobai first arrived, it really surprised me. I have been happy for a while. To be honest, raising small animals is quite fun. But it didn’t take long...Bai Limu quickly inflated like a balloon, and then became the one who can run and jump It looked like a human being, and that was the first time I witnessed the successful transformation of a demon spirit in front of me... I was really shocked at the time. Bai Limu was lying on the wall like that, but suddenly his body glowed red , and then the big rabbit slowly grew bigger again, turning into a boy kneeling on the ground with a pair of huge white ears on top of his head. Ah yes, there are some black hairs on the tips of his ears, but the demon form It seems that there are no rabbit ears, I am quite curious if his ears will turn completely black..."

Although Fischery usually feels like a young girl, she also has some characteristics unique to the elderly, such as nagging and fond of recalling her past, which really account for some of the shortcomings of the elderly.

At first Ron tried to interrupt Fisherley, but was immediately criticized by the very angry Fisherley, and then continued to find a topic to start chattering.

So later Ron started letting himself go when Fisheri was nagging, and he didn't let himself care about Fisheri's long and useless nonsense.Rather than saying that he didn't care, it's better to say that he began to feel a little lucky. After all, he could hear his mother nagging in his ear. This was the thing he hoped for more than ten years ago.

Mote Hakanka’s residence is located in a bustling place in the West District. Black iron railings surround his magnificent villa. There is a huge garden in front of it, which is full of golden sunflowers.

"It's so strange that there are sunflowers in this season."

"Gashbu's weather is warm and humid, and there is no real winter. So most of the flowers will bloom, and there is no concept of seasons, so nothing is impossible. You should be surprised... in the Mozu There are so many sunflowers, although the demons are used to the bright sky, they definitely don’t like golden sunflowers growing towards the sun.” A gust of wind blew, and Hilde stretched out his hand to hold his straw hat, and his light beige dress flew away. The corner of the skirt stood up, "So, it seems that in that bloody room, the God of Light was summoned... probably this is the Grand Duke Mothakakanka."

"But who is the person who died? There shouldn't be one or two who can splatter so much blood, so who did it?" Ron asked Fischery, who shook her head, expressing that she too Don't know, "Yeah, it's back to square one, we still don't know exactly what happened where, where the victim went, who did it. But it's better than knowing nothing, at least We have found this breakthrough Mote."

"I've said it all, his name is Mote Hakanka, at least call him by his full name."

"It's too awkward, I refuse." Ron was expressionless, and then couldn't hold back the expression on his face, and laughed out loud.

"Speaking of which, it seems that there have been no passers-by around here. It's a bit outrageous to be quiet." Ron looked at the surrounding streets and shops, all of which were empty, except for the sound of the wind blowing, there was no sound, it was quiet. It's like a realistic oil painting by a famous painter, completely motionless.

The big iron gate of the courtyard beside them opened slowly to both sides without warning, as if inviting them to walk in.

Ron held his breath, a little afraid to go in.

On the contrary, Fisheri smiled and tidied up her clothes: "We've already come here, it's useless to worry about it, it's better to face him. Be brave, we have nothing to lose, except our lives. As for that , I still have a way to guarantee it. Let's go, do you want to go back?"

"Okay, let's go, we have to go through Longtan and Tiger's Den."

Ron took a deep breath, and walked in towards Mote Hakanka's villa.

The author has something to say:

The so-called moral concepts, the so-called good and evil... Most of them are based on the consensus of the people.

Well, the above is nonsense. I originally wanted to discuss the issue of "the edge of good and evil" here, but in the end... I gave up this idea. It is really... unnecessary.

Then it turned into a detective story... I didn't expect it either.

Forget it, I love you guys.