the culprit

Felix raised his eyebrows, although he couldn't understand Cyril's intention, he still did as he wanted.He unbuttoned his shirt and threw the clothes on the bed. The young man walked around behind him holding a candle, and stroked his back inch by inch.The ulcers and pustules have all disappeared, and the new skin is firm and fair, without even leaving any scars.Cyril finally felt relieved, raised his head and looked around the cramped basement again, and asked to move amidst the endless chants.

Felix guessed that Cyril probably forgot that he was already a vampire with hundreds of years of age. He had experienced wars, famines, and even seen human beings. Now he is just a group of prostitutes. With the pimp, although noisy at night, it is very quiet during the day.

Seeing that Cyril took the candlestick away, Felix picked up the shirt and put it on, buttoned it up, and raised his hand to pull the long hair out of the collar.

"There's nothing wrong with living here."

"You can't ask me to come here every time to look for you." Cyril said, his brows furrowed even tighter, and his face, which had never shown a smile before, was full of gloom at this moment, and he tried his best to endure the noise brought by the sound. Unhappy and irritable.

In this environment, staying for a second is a torment.

Cyril's attitude was firm, and he wished he could immediately pack up Felix's things and take him away.The vampire hesitated for a while, and finally sighed helplessly under the staring gaze of the young man, telling the dumbfounding truth: "I don't have the money to rent a more expensive house."

Xi Ruier was really dumbfounded when he heard the words, and he was stunned for a long time before he recovered his voice and asked calmly, "Didn't Wei Ya pay you?"

"There is also a contractual relationship between me and her. Remember, the time you were poisoned five years ago. Except for the medicines and supplies that should be distributed, she never gave me any compensation."

"This miser!" Cyril gritted his teeth, opened the old wooden box with a cold face, and began to stuff Felix's clothes into his own box.The vampire's things were pitifully small, and Cyril's suitcase was originally not big, but it could barely hold the things of the two of them.Only the book on the table is a problem.He looked around the room, picked up the book and threw it on the bed, lifted the sheet and tied a simple bundle, picked it up and threw it into the arms of the vampire.

"Sleep in the hotel tonight, and we'll talk about the house tomorrow."

The matter was settled so lightly in Cyril's words.

The two walked out of the basement one after the other, Cyril walked in front and turned back along the way they came.The wandering warblers who hadn't yet recruited any guests saw this young man with a pretty face and well-dressed clothes reappeared, followed by another handsome man, who surrounded him with skirts.Cyril's expression became more and more gloomy, and he waved countless hands all the way. Felix, who seldom went out, followed behind him. Perhaps his expression was too indifferent and cold, but on the contrary, few people approached him.Seeing that there were more and more wandering warblers and pimps surrounding Cyril in front, he stepped forward quickly, grabbed the young man's shoulders with a little effort and pulled him quickly out of the stinky street.

At the intersection, Cyril finally hired a carriage, and his face never looked better along the way.Felix, who was sitting across from him, suddenly laughed softly after a long silence. The young man raised his eyes to glance at him, and saw his brows and eyes crooked when he smiled. Unconsciously relax.

"What are you laughing at?"

He spoke, his voice still a little sullen.

"That's not where you should go." Felix said with a smile, looking down at his hands, "Just let Wei Ya inform me, and you don't have to go there yourself. You have probably been from birth to now. I’ve never been to that kind of place, so of course I’m not used to it.”

It was rare for the taciturn and cold Felix to talk so much.

Cyril stared at the moonlight on the man's drooping thick eyelashes, and listened to the sound of the ruts of the carriage rolling over the stone road, and was fascinated for a moment.The man with drooping eyelashes seemed to realize something in the sudden silence, he raised his eyes suddenly, and met Cyril's gaze.

Eye contact is embarrassing.

But Cyril didn't avoid it.

To be able to look directly into his eyes so frankly, apart from his younger sister and younger brothers, only five or six-year-old Cyril remained in his memory.

Because children are pure, they are never afraid that others can see their simple and noble love and loathing from their eyes. They are not afraid of their own love, nor are they afraid of loathing, they are sincere and frank.

When you grow up, you have secrets and fears, and you learn to hide and conceal.

But at this moment, Cyril looked at him like a child.Those beautiful blue eyes are clear and deep, like the surging sea reflecting the calm sky.

In the end it was Felix who avoided it.

He lowered his eyes again.

Also no longer smiling.

"Are you used to places like that?"

Cyril asked him, seeming to hear what he meant.

"I have been to many places, and I don't care what human beings have done. The only thing I am not used to is the place where the sun can shine."

The vampire's answer made Cyril frowned again, but this time, he didn't ask anything.

The carriage drove the two of them to the central street of this small town, and finally stopped in front of an inconspicuous hotel.Cyril asked for two rooms, and specifically asked that the room facing north with less sunshine time should be the best.Before going upstairs, he took a copy of today's evening paper from the lobby, wanting to see if there was any rental information on it.

Their rooms are not together, not even on the same floor.Cyril took Felix's clothes into her room and read the newspaper for a while before going to bed.He didn't sleep well that night. The vultures and pimps who had harassed him chased him from the dilapidated street all the way into his dreams. He was stuffed with lace gloves, and the pimp smiled and showed his yellow teeth. Announced loudly that his friend living in the basement was suffering from a serious disease, huddled like a maggot all day long in a place where the sun couldn't shine, and dared not see anyone. He dreamed that he pierced the pimp's throat with the silver cockroach, and the blood Flow all over the floor through the bloodletting tank.

When he woke up from a dream in the middle of the night, he felt extremely uncomfortable. He took out his pocket watch from under the pillow, and stared at it for a long time with narrowed sore eyes before he finally saw the time clearly.It was less than five o'clock, and it was still dark outside.He lay on the bed and turned over a few times, closed his eyes, his mind was full of the disgusting face of the pimp in his dream.

At that time, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, thump, thump, hasty and heavy.

Turning over and getting out of bed, before he had time to take something out of his pocket, he grabbed the cane on the table and walked to the door. As soon as he opened the door, a body fell limply into his arms.

is a woman.

He subconsciously put his arms around her waist and realized that she seemed to have lost consciousness. He struggled to pick her up and put her on the bed. The woman on the bed sheet had died with her eyes open, and her white nightgown was drenched with blood.And she was bitten by something on her neck, and there were two bloody big holes, and the blood was still gushing out from the holes.

Cyril's heart trembled, only to hear the sound of footsteps outside the door, he pulled the blanket reflexively to cover the corpse, when there was the sound of the door closing behind him, a cold hand had already grabbed his hand wrist.

It's Felix.

The color of blood and the smell of blood immediately made the vampire's breathing heavy. He restrainedly turned his head away from looking at the corpse on the bed, and only asked Cyril what was going on.Cyril shook his head, and briefly explained how the corpse appeared in his room. He guessed that Felix must be attracted by the smell of blood, so he couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

"The body is still warm, not long after death." Cyril bent over the candlestick and inspected the woman's neck carefully, "It looks like a vampire did it...but I'm not sure." He found the woman's wound There are still a few irregular scratches on the bottom. My intuition is different, but I can't find a clue for a while.

The cool breath blew past his ears, and Felix, who was beside him, also bent down, raised his hand and turned the woman's head with a restrained expression, and took a closer look at the wound on the side of his neck.The strong smell of blood surged, and the touch under his fingers made Felix feel dizzy. He gritted his teeth and endured it. After repeated confirmation, he nodded in agreement that it was indeed the work of a vampire.

Cyril noticed that Felix hid his bloody hand behind his back.

Generally speaking, vampires are different from humans. After obtaining the blood they need, they can stop eating for a week or even half a month, but this does not mean that they are immune to the attraction of blood.According to Mr. Bray's research, no vampire can resist the temptation of blood—especially human blood. Among them, there is no lack of outstanding ones who are good at restraint, but there is still a high risk of losing control in the face of a large amount of live blood.

"You tell the hotel people to call the police." Felix said as he walked out the door.Cyril hurriedly stopped him and asked where he was going.

"It shouldn't be far away..." Felix turned his head, his gaze involuntarily fixed on Cyril's neck, the elongated canine teeth gradually emerged, and his wet tongue repeatedly licked his dry lips.He blinked quickly, brushed away Cyril's hand with one hand, suppressed heavy panting, and told the young man that he might still have a chance to catch the murderer by chasing him now.

Cyril wanted to keep him, but seeing Felix's insistence, he let him go.Felix stood still at the door, and finally bypassed the blood and jumped out of the window.After three to five minutes, Cyril went downstairs covered in blood and told the hotel staff to call the police.

The drowsy man sitting at the door woke up terrified by Cyril's blood. He inarticulately asked what happened. His hands were groping behind him, as if he was looking for some kind of self-defense weapon.Cyril forgave the man's unintentional offense, and only said that a murder happened upstairs. The man wiped his mouth, put on his coat and hurried out to find the police.

After returning to the room, Cyril lit a few more candles and placed them on the table. He took off the blood-stained clothes and wiped his hands. He took out clean clothes from the box and changed them, thinking about how to deal with the police's interrogation.The body is now in his room, and the murderer is unknown, and the police will definitely point their finger at him first.Cyril unhurriedly buttoned up his shirt, and looked up at the cane, wondering if it could escape the inspection of the police.