the culprit

Seeing that Cyril woke up, Wei Ya only showed a slight surprised expression, but this emotion was quickly covered by her smile.Ignoring the young man who looked very angry, she held Felix's wrist tightly and continued to chant the interrupted spell.

Cyril didn't expect that this strange woman would completely ignore him, let alone that Felix would just let her manipulate her.He struggled to get up, and wanted to tear Felix away without any explanation, but the woman put one hand on his shoulder, pinning him on the bed so that he couldn't move.

The lines spread up and down the arm from the place in contact with the liquid, starting from the tip of the middle finger to the shoulder.After chanting the incantation, Wei Ya looked down at the tattoo-like intricate lines, stroked the back of her hand for a while, and finally nodded in satisfaction.

"The IOU has been written." She let go of Felix and Cyril at the same time, yawned again, and waved to let the vampire take the young man away.

The weak Cyril held his chest and couldn't help panting, but his eyes full of worry never left Felix's body for a moment.He grabbed her and pulled him towards him, staggered out of the bed and chased after her, trying to stop the inexplicable woman, but unexpectedly, a hand stretched out from behind suddenly hugged him horizontally.He subconsciously grabbed the other side's skirt, but grabbed the wet blood on his hands.Looking down, he and Felix were covered in blood.He took a breath in shock, he wanted to ask, but Felix lowered his eyes and said "Shut up", and he really shut up obediently and stopped talking.

It was still dark when the two returned to the manor.As soon as he entered the door, Cyril couldn't wait to jump out of Felix's arms, grabbed his hands and looked at him anxiously. The ominous patterns on his left arm suddenly disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye, and there were many more on Felix's body. Less burning wounds, especially the most serious on the face.There is a crack where the bone can be seen on the forehead, the broken flesh sticks to the turned skin, the blood slides down the cheek, sticking to the hanging blond hair; there are also mottled wounds from the ear to the shoulder, the bright red flesh is exposed As he spoke, drops of blood continued to ooze out; not to mention his hands, the nails of the ten fingers and the flesh of the first two joints almost all fell off, exposing the white phalanges.

Seeing that, Cyril shuddered all over, those injuries were just like what he suffered personally, the pain started from the fingertips, the side of the neck and the forehead, with burning tingling and burning, and soon spread all over the body.The strange thing is that Felix in front of him seemed to be in no pain at all, he didn't cry out in pain, and he didn't even show pain.

"You..." He uttered a word tremblingly, and then he couldn't speak any more. He stared at Felix with anxious and painful eyes.

"Go and rest." Felix said as he took out the medicine Wei Ya gave him from his pocket and handed it up, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant because of the wound on his neck, "I have something to ask Heken."

The familiar name suddenly reminded Cyril, because he had been focusing on the bloody Felix, he almost forgot what happened to him not long ago.In an instant, the blocked memory returned to his mind, and he remembered that he planned to give the book to Felix and leave, but he didn't expect his uncle to poison him.

Heken's courteous face suddenly came into his mind, the young man's breathing was stagnant, but he calmed down immediately, hooked Felix's arm with one hand, wrapped his other hand around his waist, and pulled him up without any explanation. upstairs.

"I also have something to ask him. Why don't we go together later." He glanced at Felix next to him, deliberately ignoring his frown, letting go of his weak body and frivolous steps, trying not to On the premise of touching his wound, let the body lean towards him, implying that he is still very weak and needs extra care from others.

Clearly seeing through the young man's tricks, but still unable to ignore his pale face, Felix supported Cyril with his backhand, and led him back to his room in silence.As soon as Cyril fell into bed, he reached out to grab Felix's wrist. Felix avoided it carefully, found a clean shirt from the closet and threw it on the bed for him to change.

Cyril sat on the bed and silently took off the blood-stained shirt and put on Felix's. It was only when he buttoned it that he realized that the sleeves of the shirt seemed a little short and the shoulders were a little tight.He looked up at Felix in surprise, just in time to see a vampire slowly picking out his blood-stained long hair from the wound.The vampire used his hands to gather up the long hair that was hard to distinguish the color, the whole body was covered with blood and filth, the bones were exposed on the forehead and fingers, the cheeks, the side of the neck, and the arms were full of horrific injuries, even the feet, even the feet It was also burned by the sun so that a layer of flesh fell off.

Cyril suddenly remembered.

It turns out that Felix is ​​a monster.

He had seen it, the monster had attacked him, ripped out the throat of a horse in front of him.

He remembered that he retched until his face was full of tears, he remembered that he regretted giving the monster so many favorite travel notes, he remembered that he made up his mind not to come back after getting into the carriage, and he remembered that he stayed away from the crowd in order not to think of the monster again.

But if he hadn't seen such a picture now, he would have forgotten that the monster is a monster.

I only remember the panic and anger when I woke up and saw a stranger pouring an unknown liquid on his arm, and I only remember the pain and distress when I saw the wounds all over his body.

He remembered the monster picking him up and rushing into the sunlight without even bothering to put on a cloak.

He was saved by the monster again.

At this moment, he felt that his whole body was tightly grasped by an illusion similar to falling, as if he fell into a trap, fell into a dark well, and fell into a bottomless abyss.The feeling was terrifying and frightening, he felt dizzy, his weak body trembled under the illusion, sometimes felt cold and sometimes felt hot.

And the weirdest thing was that from that horrible experience, he actually felt a little bit of sweetness.

Monsters are always monsters.

In the future, the monster will still tear the necks of countless living creatures, just to suck blood recklessly.

And he accepted.

He accepted such a monster, he accepted all the horror and hatefulness of the monster, and all his humble filth.He thought he had finally recognized the fact that he could never be wrong again.

A monster is a monster, it cannot be human, nor can it become human.The shepherd who leads the lamb does not exist from the beginning, that is just the wishful thinking of the lamb.The lamb does not need to find a grassland with abundant water and grass. The only thing it can do is to offer its own blood and life.

Cyril got out of bed, stumbled to Felix's side, combed his long hair with one hand, and untied his hairband with the other hand to tie his hair.

"Your habit seems to have changed. You used to tie your hair up."

"You don't tie your hair when you sleep." Felix turned his back to the young man and lowered his hands.

Cyril took the opportunity to tie Felix's hair and secretly compared the shoulder heights of the two, and found that he was indeed taller than Felix.Three years ago, he had to raise his head to talk to Felix, but now he might have to lower his head.

He tied up his hair and got blood on his hands again.He looked down at the wound on Felix's neck, and put his wrist close to his lips, with obvious intentions.Felix shook his head, and refused grandly with the sentence "You are poisoned".He pulled the cloak over himself to hide the horrific wounds on his face, and told Cyril to read a book if he couldn't sleep.

Seeing that Felix was about to leave, Cyril hurried after him and asked him where he was going.The vampire still turned his back to him, and after a long silence, he said, "I'm hurt."

The young man understood immediately.

It was precisely because of this that he stretched out his hand just now.

With a dejected "hmm", Cyril stopped talking and let Felix leave the room.

But Felix did not go to the stables.

Hucken didn't leave.

When he passed by Heken's room when he came back, he heard the sound of breathing coming from inside. It seemed that the owner of the manor was not having a good time this afternoon.Maybe I also thought about escaping temporarily for a while, but that was only temporary.He had experienced this kind of thing once, but at that time he was the one who was killed, and the person who tried to kill him at the beginning had already been lying in the coffin at this moment.

Felix pushed the door of Herken's room.

locked.

He called Hucken's name.

Nothing happened inside.

So he called out again.

Then came the third and fourth.After forgetting to call several times, the door finally opened.A dagger stabbed out of the brightly lit room, just right into the vampire's chest.The resistance from the tip of the knife made the man holding the knife look happy, and he pushed his arm forward with more force, almost bearing the weight of his entire body.

He is going to die.

Soon, soon will die.

In this case, it is better to let this damn monster and the whole damn Muller family die with him.

"Go to hell... Go to hell!" He repeated these words mechanically, pulled out the dagger vigorously, and then stabbed the monster's chest hard again.He could almost foresee the monster's death, just like it was pierced through the stomach by a dagger that year, he wants to do that, he wants to pierce the monster's heart like that!

He let out a pleasant and distorted laugh in the triumph of fantasy, his eyes were fixed on the monster's blood-stained chest, as if he was expecting a broken heart to jump out of the gap in the flesh.The blood spurting out when he drew the knife splashed on his face, and he was shocked for a moment, and the movements in his hands paused, but he soon came back to his senses, and once again slammed the dagger into the monster's chest.

When he first came here more than 20 years ago, he was almost strangled to death by his uncle, an old and crazy man who reeked of opium.Before he could say anything, a rope was wrapped around his neck. The old man rode on him and pulled the rope tightly to both sides, saying "Don't think about anyone".

Don't even think about it.

No one wants him to accept his fate.

No one can replace him.

No one can take away his right to enjoyment.

No one wants him to die at the hands of monsters so early.

Don't even think about it.

Don't even think about it!

Heken roared like crazy, and the servants and Cyril who rushed over heard the sound and watched the mad man draw out his dagger and plunge it into Felix's neck.

Doris, who had white hair growing out of her temples, fainted from fright, and the new servant hurriedly supported him, while Cyril had already rushed forward.

Felix, who was covered in blood, grabbed Heken by the throat with one hand and lifted him up. He quickly closed the door and locked the lock before Cyril rushed over.