Sir Aven I Blood Pact

In the spring of that year, I followed the arrangement of my parents and left China. With the help of my grandfather’s friend Professor Bancroft, I came to study in London, England as an international student.Professor Bancroft is a biologist whose specialty is the study of human genes.However, I was studying art, and because of this, my father has been nagging me for a whole year, nagging me that I chose the wrong major, and if I went straight to biology, I could follow Professor Bancroft , Kissing more and more kisses, the future must be boundless.I can only laugh about it.Even so, my parents finally respected my choice and let me choose the major I like.

There was some time before my classes began, during which time I was temporarily staying at the house of Busa, the son of a friend of old Professor Bancroft's.Busa's full name is 'Busa Green'. When he was a teenager, he traveled to China with the old professor Bancroft. We also met at that time and became foreign friends. We have always had a good relationship. Keep in touch. After he knew that I was going to London, he warmly invited me to live in his house, which also solved a problem of accommodation for me.

When I arrived in London, I got up early one morning and went for a jog, a habit I've developed since junior high school.But just after two roads, I heard someone calling me from behind.I stopped and looked back. It was a kind-faced white-bearded uncle, and he was standing on the cement path in front of his house at the moment, leaning on a cane and standing next to the red mailbox barrel, looking at me with a kind smile on his face.His face seemed familiar to me, but I didn't remember it for a while.

"Are you calling me?" I asked in English.

"Oh, please forgive me. I'm sorry to bother you. You must be the Chinese kid from Green's family?" The old man asked me politely.

I nodded, a little strange, the old man seemed to know the affairs of the Busa family very well: "Yes, you know me? But, I don't seem to know you."

The old man nodded and approached me with a cane: "Your name is Xiao Jizhe, am I right?"

"Yes, but how could you—" I was surprised, how could this old man know my name? "I watched Busa's child grow up, and my house is two streets away from Busa's." The old man saw my doubts and explained, "I'm Ed Suster."

"Ah, so it's Grandpa Ed." As soon as I heard the name, I knew who it was. Ed Suster is a good friend of Grandpa Busa, and he has always taken care of the Busa family. Those photos that Busa sent me before There is him here, no wonder he looks so familiar.

"Come on, kid." Ed smiled, and suddenly took my hand and said, "I have something to show you, come with me."

Although a little puzzled, I followed Ed to his house.Ed's home is the same as most other homes here, with a strong British pastoral atmosphere.It's just that Ed seems to have lost a bit of popularity here, and the whole room looks extremely deserted.Entering the main hall, what you see in your eyes is a lot of photo frames hanging on the wall or on the furniture. In short, wherever you can hang or put them, there will be photo frames.

However, it is very strange that there is no one figure on those photo frames, only some blank backgrounds or simple scenery, it seems that they just put a picture of scenery in the frame, who would be in their own home? Hang up so many landscape photos?This is really weird.

I didn't have time to ask Ed about these photo frames, and Ed dragged me upstairs like a sprint, and didn't have time to talk at all.He looked quite old, but his hands and feet were very strong. I was dragged by him all the way up, and I came directly to the second floor, and stopped in front of a weird iron door that was already stained with rust.Ed turned around and let me go, and said, "You wait here." After speaking, Ed pushed open the door and walked in.I didn't see the scene inside, it was pitch black and I couldn't see anything at all.

After waiting at the door for about 5 minutes, just as I was hesitating whether to go in and have a look, Ed came out, holding a small wooden box full of dust in his hand.Ed handed the small wooden box to my hand and said, "Take this back first. Remember, you have to trust your eyes no matter what."

Although I felt that this happened a bit inexplicably, I still left Ed's house with the small wooden box in my arms.And in the evening, after I got rid of the fatigue of the day, I sat down in front of the laptop after taking a shower.When I was thinking about sending an email to my mother, I suddenly saw the small wooden box that Ed gave me on the table. Out of curiosity, I opened the small wooden box.

In the box, there was nothing else but some old photographs.I thought it was weird, because those photos were some weird photos, it was kind of like moving the camera quickly, and my first reaction was that it seemed to be some blurred photos.But in the blur, some blurred faces can be seen.A closer look revealed that those faces belonged to the same person.But I'm pretty sure that face is definitely not Ed's.That face should be very young, about the same age as me now.I flipped through those photos, but didn't notice that the door I had half-closed was pushed open silently, it was Busa's cat.

The cat's name is 'Axi', and it's all white. It's a one-year-old Persian cat. It doesn't like to be clingy, but likes to make trouble.When I saw it for the first time, it made several paw prints on my suitcase. At that time, I nicknamed it 'Tricky Xi'.

"Axi!" When I found it, it had already sprinted to my computer nimbly, and fiddled with the box and other photos I put outside to the ground.

I quickly grabbed it, ignored its resistance, threw it out of the room, and closed the door.When I went back to pick up those photos, suddenly I saw that small wooden box turned upside down and a key fell out of it.It was an extremely old key, and there was a small dark green diamond inlaid on the key. Initially, it should be an opal.

"Hey, Shaw! I'm sorry to bother you, but." At this moment, my door was knocked open, and a dark brown-haired woman came in from the door. She was Busa's wife, Jenny, She is a very gentle housewife, "I have your phone downstairs, it's from Grandpa Ed." I said oh, put the key in my pocket, and followed Jenny to go downstairs, Busa happened to be Holding a bowl of cereal, he stood on the handrail of the stairs while eating and asked me, "Xiao, when did you meet Grandpa Ed?"

I shrugged in embarrassment: "When I was running this morning." I turned around and went to the living room to answer the phone. As soon as I picked it up, I looked back at Busa and Jenny, both of whom had entered the kitchen.

I just picked it up: "Hello?"

"Did you see that key?" The voice on the other end of the phone was indeed Ed's voice. The voice seemed a little strange to me at this time, but I couldn't describe it for a while. Some kind of feeling, I just feel that Ed's voice is like the sound of hundreds of millions of light years from the distant universe, empty, distant, and even I can't catch it.

"Yes, I saw it, but this key—"

"Tomorrow at midnight, go to the cemetery to find a grave named Sir Alvin. Use this key to open a small door on that tombstone and bring back the contents of the small door." After finishing speaking, Ai Wen De coughed, and before I could react, he had already hung up the phone.

"The small door on the tombstone? Ai, Sir Aiwen?" I murmured.

Although I don't know why Ed asked me to do this, but I don't know if it was a coincidence, but I did it according to his words.

After returning to Busa’s house the next night, I lay flat on the bed after taking a shower. I turned around and took those blurred photos from the bedside table.I turned my head to look at the alarm clock beside the bed, it was already showing that it was more than nine o'clock in the evening, and when I thought of Ed's words, I felt that something seemed strange, but I couldn't tell for a while, I always felt that something might happen in the next few days thing.

I got up and got dressed, and as soon as I arrived at the gate, Busa's daughter Catherine ran down the stairs barefoot holding her bear doll, blinking her beautiful big eyes, and asked me: "Uncle Xiao , where are you going? Are you taking Catherine to play?"

I smiled at her, reached out and touched her head: "No way, uncle has something to do, it's so late, good boy should go to bed early."

While we were talking, Busa came out from the living room: "Okay, Catherine, mother is waiting for you in the room." Although Catherine was reluctant, she still pouted, turned and went upstairs, and Busa turned around. The head asked me: "Where are you going so late?"

"Oh, Grandpa Ed said he has something for me, let me go and get it." I had to make a fool of myself, but I was right, I was indeed going to get what Ed wanted to give me, " Don’t worry, I’m familiar with this area.” I smiled at Busa, who told me to be more careful, as there were always some gangsters wandering the streets in the past few nights.For this kind of gangster, I really think it's a bit of a waste of youth.

The nearest cemetery to Busa's house is actually not far away, but it still takes a long time to walk there, so I took a taxi. When I got into the car, I accidentally saw a lot of people on the street in front of Busa's house. In the distance, there are a few figures walking around. Judging from the walking posture, they are probably the kind of gangsters that Busa mentioned.I shook my head helplessly, got in the car, and went to the nearest cemetery.

As for the cemetery—oh, it’s really quite impressive to come here at night, it’s a gloomy place, and it’s also the territory of crows, and it’s not like a Chinese cemetery. Foreign cemeteries are often described in movies as extremely scary. If you're not careful, you might scare yourself to death.Although I don't believe that there are any gods and ghosts in the world, when I come to this kind of place, I will inevitably be affected by the environment and cause some psychological effects, resulting in some people's normal reactions of fear.

This cemetery is not too big, but it’s not too small either. Compared with Chinese cemeteries, foreign cemeteries are actually more "designed". Each tomb is built differently, but most of them have the same things. , Tombstones and Mounds.Later, when I recalled this experience, I felt a little strange, because when I went to the cemetery, there was no cemetery guard to ask me.I took out the flashlight and carefully groped to inspect and move forward in front of each tombstone.After looking at the tombs in three or four rows, I looked at my watch, and it was already eleven fifty.So he speeded up and looked for the past few rows behind.

"Aiwen, Aiwen... Ah, I found it." After searching another row, I finally found the tomb of Sir Aiwen next to a tall fir tree.Sir Ivan's tomb is not like other tombs. There are bouquets of flowers left by people who have come to pay homage to the tomb. The whole tomb looks very low-key, hidden under the tall fir tree branches. There is only a small tombstone behind. A rectangular tomb, with no extra decorations, only messy vines wrapped around the tombstone, although it looks a bit bleak, but it reveals a trace of solemnity, and gives people a feeling of not being close to it. The aura that emanates is like the arrogance of nobles.

If my flashlight hadn't hit a reflective object on the tombstone, I wouldn't have noticed its existence.As for the reflective thing, after I tore off those vines, I realized that it was a keyhole made of green diamonds, which was very similar to the diamond on the small key in my hand. It should be an object of the same material.I took out the key and checked the time. It was exactly twelve o'clock, and the time was just right. I carefully inserted the key into the keyhole and turned it slightly left and right.There was only a slight 'click', and a boxy brick above the keyhole was pushed out by something and fell to the ground.

I looked into the place where the brick fell out, and with the light of the flashlight, I vaguely saw a small box.I reached out and took out the small box. It looked like a wooden box, but the top was surprisingly intact, and the wood had no tendency to rot. At the opening of the small box, there was a small trap with a thin Long fangs, the fangs seem to be only about the length of a finger, this fang looks relatively old.

This small box is very ordinary, I am more curious about what's inside, I reached out and opened the fangs without thinking.

"Ah." Unexpectedly, by accident, my finger was cut open by that fang.And my blood, along the edge of the small box, seeped into the small box.The small box suddenly vibrated for no reason, I reflexively let go, it fell to the ground, and opened at the same time.I wiped off the blood on the injured finger, wrapped it casually with a tissue, and picked up the small box, but I found that there was nothing in the small box.

I felt very strange. I thought that maybe the things inside fell out when I fell to the ground just now, so I lowered my head and bent down with a flashlight to find it on the ground.At this time, the dust on the tomb pile fell.I looked up and looked at the tomb, and a gust of wind blew up the dust on the next tomb.

It turned out to be the wind.

I looked up at the hole where the brick fell out, and there was nothing inside, so I had to leave the cemetery with the little box in my arms.But I didn't expect that as soon as I walked out of the cemetery, I felt a gust of wind rushing towards me. I subconsciously stepped back, and then I saw clearly that a few gangsters just ran in front of me. I looked at the figures of those people. Shaking, as if running away, he ran towards the next turning in a panic.It makes me wonder, how do they feel like they're running from something?

I turned my head to look at the direction they were running from. As soon as I turned my head, I saw a figure flashing by under the dim street light. This made me feel very bad. I pulled my collar and left here as well.

I rushed back to Busa’s house in a hurry, and after taking a shower, I was about to go to bed, but I was still thinking about the things that Ed asked me to do. In addition, what made me feel even more strange was another thing thing.

Weird, really weird.Before I got home and washed my hands, I found a band-aid and planned to wrap my finger. Who knows, I looked and looked at my finger that was cut by the fangs, but I didn’t see any wounds. Did the wound heal itself?How is this going?I clearly saw a small cut, and the feeling of being cut was very clear. How could there be no wound?And there was obviously blood on my fingers.

Lie on the bed, put the little box and those photos all on the bed. "It's so weird." I wondered what the hell was going on?What the hell is Ed doing?Are you teasing me?Called me to the cemetery at night, did some strange things, and got back an empty box. Is this picture funny?It seems that we should ask Ed carefully.

Gradually, I felt that my eyelids were heavy and heavy. Holding those two boxes in my hands, I gradually fell asleep...

Dream, I had a very strange dream.

In my dream, I was like a bird flying in the sky, free and unrestrained.In the dream, I saw a country from its establishment to its gradual formation, and then to its prosperity.But if you want to ask me what kind of country is this?I have no idea.All I know is that the people in that country are very strange people. They have a pair of slender fangs, and their skin is so white that it seems sick.They seem to have no day, only night.They live in a very big valley, there is no sun on their heads, surrounded by thick fog, and there is a strange light... The whole country is silent in a deep purple-blue hue that is too cold under……

"Xiao Jizhe!" In my sleep, I suddenly heard someone calling me. I had never heard that voice before, it was very strange.

I opened my eyes in a haze, and the scene in front of me felt a little strange. This angle of view was very strange. I could see my bedsheets, but not my windows. I could see the ceiling and the door, but not my windows. to my desk.And my back felt even weirder, as if there was something under me?Is it my quilt?I turned my head to look, and almost stared my eyes out, my god!a man!Surprised, I jumped up like a frightened rabbit and jumped several hundred meters away.

"I said you can really sleep." The man rubbed his shoulders that were sore from my pressure, and sat up, "Rolling off the bed can still sleep for so long."

"Who are you?" I am now sitting in the round chair opposite him with my pillow in my arms, staring at this man with great vigilance.

The man turned his head towards me, his eyes seemed to be watching a joke, and he spoke out a name slowly: "Ivan Sars Lyden."

Aiwen, Aiwen, Aiwen... This name is very familiar, it seems to be... "You—Sir Aiwen?" I was a little surprised, isn't that the name of the dead in the grave?Ivan stood up, sat on my bed facing me with a very elegant posture, his slender legs crossed into two legs, and said with a joking smile: "Very good, I don't think your memory is too bad. That's too bad."

The 'Sir Alvin' in front of me has a tall physique and seems to be about 1.8 meters tall. He has blond hair that is casually combed and tied behind his head. His facial features look so harmonious on his fair face. , White, resolute, decisive, and firm, this is what he can feel at a glance on his face.And what he was wearing, to my surprise, was the white shirt and jeans that are so common nowadays?Sir, sir, isn't that a kind of rank, shouldn't you wear that kind of court dress?Or, is it the kind of mourning clothes usually worn when sleeping in a coffin?

"Hey, you." Ai Wen seemed to see that I was in a daze for too long, so he got up and walked in front of me, with his hands in his trouser pockets, looking down at me with raised brows and said, "I have been watching me for so long, what do you see? "

I raised my head and faced his deep green pair. I frowned and asked strangely: "Why are you here with me? Shouldn't you already—"

When Aiwen heard what I said, he raised the corners of his mouth lightly, then turned his head to look at my room, and answered my words: "You want to say that I should be dead, right? ?” I nodded.Ai Wenfu got down, propped his hands on both sides of the round chair, wrapped me between his arms, and looked at me with threatening eyes: "I said I was dead, the one standing in front of you is just a zombie, What will you do?"

I looked at him, the corners of my mouth twitched, and I rolled my eyes and said, "If you were really a zombie, you wouldn't be standing here joking with me. Just eating me in one bite is more like what a zombie would do."

"Huh? Hahahahaha!" Aiwen laughed heartily, took two steps back and sat on the bed, and stretched Erlang's legs again, the slender legs looked so beautiful, "You are quite calm, why don't you Ask me, how can a person who has already built a tomb talk and laugh in front of you?"

I got up and put the pillow back on the bed, and said, "If you want, tell me anything other than your name?"

Ai Wen didn't speak, just glanced at me, fell on the bed, closed his eyes and said, "Don't forget to go to that old man Ed later." After finishing speaking, he turned over and unexpectedly——slept? !

There was no one at home all day today, Busa went to work, and his beautiful wife took her daughter Kathleen to her grandmother's house, which helped me solve a really embarrassing problem-Ivan appeared here, did not people know.I'm just curious, when did he appear in my room?And—did he come out of the grave, or from somewhere else?

I was going to Ed's place, but I found that Ai Wen was not in my room.I searched the whole house, but there was no sign of him.I wonder if he went to Ed's first by himself?From his tone, the two should know each other.Then how did he come and go without a trace, come and go freely?

Sure enough, when I came to Ed's house, Ivan was already sitting on the sofa in the living room of Ed's house, still crossing his legs, holding the wine glass gracefully, watching me with a smile on my face. Come into the house.

"You're too slow, Ed and I both drank a bottle." Ivan took a sip of the red liquid in the glass, it should be red wine, or it might be wine, but I think the color seems a bit too bright up.

"Xiao, sit down." Ed politely pulled me to sit down. "Grandpa Ed..." I just opened my mouth to speak, and Ivan chuckled and almost dropped the cup on the ground: "Haha! You call him grandpa? Haha, then don't you have to call me great-great-grandpa? Hahaha! "

I don't like Ivan's smile a little bit. I feel quite strange and confused, and I turn my head to look at Ed, wanting to find an answer.Ai De was a little embarrassed, smiled, and explained to me: "If you talk about seniority, Ivan really has to rank his ancestors."

"What!?" My eyes widened, and my mouth was so big that it could fit a human head.

"Hey! If you don't close your mouth, your jaw will drop." Ivan looked at me with interest and said.

"You're not human." I said with a blank look at him.

Ai Wen smiled, but at this time his smile seemed a little far-fetched, and I even felt a little helpless in him.He gently put the wine glass on the table beside him, put his hands together, and a pair of beautiful eyes showed a sense of majesty at the moment: "You are half right, I can be a person, or I can be alone. It may not be a person. The best way to say it is that I am a vampire who has awakened from a 200-year slumber, and a vampire who has survived for nearly 400 years."