the culprit

This time, Felix didn't refuse.

Cyril had the illusion that this would be the last time.

He continued to kiss Felix's chin, kissed his neck, the vampire easily pushed him away, grabbed the hem of his shirt with both hands and pulled it tight, turned over and got out of bed, obviously he was the master of this room, but left alone.

Unbearable injuries, unbearable pain, unbearable long nights.

Cyril was lying on Felix's bed, with a pair of eyes that were too full of emotion to look empty, and the candlelight was too weak to see clearly.The books wrapped in old sheets were still on the table, next to the candlestick, he stared at them for a while, then got up and carried the books to the cabinet beside him.

People who are willing to take his book away, but insist on rejecting him.

If a knife could cut Felix's chest open, Cyril would like to take a closer look at his heart, see what color it is, what kind of blood it bleeds, and what kind of secrets it hides.

He would do that, he would.

Cyril left the sad room.

For the next two days, Felix did not leave the hotel, as if he had found a satisfactory nest again, and as long as there was no sunlight, he was extremely satisfied.Cyril ran around with the evening paper every day, and finally found a suitable house on the third day.

The landlord, Mrs. Ma Ke, is a widowed old man. Her two daughters are married, and her youngest son has joined the army. She lives alone in a three-story house, which is very lonely.She rejected many people who came to rent a house, but she smiled happily when she saw Cyril, saying that he looked a bit like her own son, and happily showed him the room on the second floor, and invited him Had afternoon tea.

The old woman reminded Cyril of Mary who had passed away during the New Year. When they laughed, they all had wrinkled faces, their sagging eyelids almost completely covered their cloudy eyes, and their shriveled lips parted, revealing their crooked teeth.The woman couldn't produce very good tea, and the taste of the snacks was not satisfactory, but Cyril sat with her for a whole afternoon, listening to her chattering about her child.

The rent she rented was very low, and Cyril was very surprised. She said that he made her feel comforted in her heart, and that the price reduction was just a secular form of expression of gratitude.

After thanking Cyril, he hurried back to the hotel. It was getting dark, and it was almost time for Felix to wake up.

In the past two or three days, although they lived in the same hotel, they never saw each other again.Cyril was a little worried about Felix's injury, but the vampire always stayed behind closed doors.Now that they were moving, Felix couldn't find another excuse for refusing to see him.

Unexpectedly, when he returned to the hotel, the boss said that Felix had told him that he had returned to the research institute and that he would not be able to see each other for the time being.After reading the message, the young man didn't care about moving anymore, he turned his head and ran out of the hotel, hurriedly hired a carriage and rushed to the brotherhood.

After nightfall, the branch office became even more dead silent. Cyril got out of the carriage and trotted all the way, crossed the corridor, and bumped into a person head-on.It was a woman, with golden brown curly hair, brown eyes, and wheat-colored skin like a layer of golden honey, glamorous and alluring.Cyril subconsciously recited the spell, and the numbers jumped out of her eyes one by one following the frequency of the woman's blinking.It's the undead demon.

The woman who was walking slowly and was about to leave saw a stranger, so she couldn't help but stop and look him up.She smelled a certain smell surging in the air, subconsciously sniffed again, stared straight at the young man in front of her with a pair of moving bright eyes, and asked bluntly, "Who are you?"

"Cyril Muller. Observer acting with Felix due to special circumstances."

"Felix? That vampire?" The woman murmured to herself, and then sniffed a few more times, "This doesn't smell like a vampire... Well, since you're working with that vampire, why come here at this time?" What's the matter? Who committed the crime again?"

"Is Felix in there?"

"No. Didn't you say you were acting together?" The woman said casually, as if she had no interest in their affairs.

Hearing the woman's answer, Cyril frowned immediately.After saying goodbye to the woman politely, he ran around the branch inside and out, but he did not see any sign of Felix.

After so many years, Felix is ​​still so unpredictable.

After thinking about it, Cyril had no choice but to go to the Operations Management Room and look through the events that happened in the past few days and the new assignments to the executors.Turning to the end of the log, he did find a task assigned by Felix, and the note clearly stated "execute with Observer Cyril Muller", but he still went his own way and went alone.

Cyril gritted his teeth and was about to close the journal when he suddenly noticed the destination of this assignment.

He always remembered why he didn't want to come to this branch.

Too close to "home".

Whether it's from the Earl's mansion or the dead manor, it won't take too long to hire a carriage from here.

Felix went back to the manor alone.

Something went wrong there.

Cyril closed the journal and strode out of the branch.

It was not difficult to hire a carriage at this time, and he walked along the street with a cane to the lively neighborhood.

It's also quick to go back.

But Cyril resisted inwardly.

That's not a pleasant place to be.

He grew up and escaped the fate of belonging to the Mueller family, but the memory buried deep in his heart will not disappear because of this.The tragic death of Mary, the old Jack who was spying on him, the uncle who poisoned the snacks...he will not take the initiative to recall them, but they are the dark clouds in the nightmare, as long as he closes his eyes, there will be a thunderstorm in his heart .

He can't get rid of it.

There are more and more pedestrians around.

A lady in a hat and a gown is holding a gentleman's hand, a beautiful silk fan covers her delicately made-up face, and the air is filled with the scent of perfume like flowers blooming; It's always a little crooked, but the white stockings must fit snugly against the calves; the gentleman head of the family wears a tall top hat, the beard under the nose is trimmed meticulously, and the mahogany cane held in the right hand is painted black. The top is covered with gold.

The family passed Cyril, presumably on their way to the theater.

Even if he had recognized the reality many years ago, Cyril would still envy such a family.

He fumbled in his pockets, and hired a cab anyway.

The carriage was galloping under the moonlight, and Cyril heard the sound of the horseshoes and ruts turning, and couldn't help but think of the legend of the black coachman on Chebori Central Avenue.The coachman drove the coffin to his death, and that was pretty much the destination of his trip.

It was late at night when we arrived at the manor.The deserted manor is occupied by weeds, vines and night owls.The deep cries of birds of prey came from the half-closed iron gate, and the skinny coachman held the reins of the horse and looked around nervously, for fear that something terrible would rush out unexpectedly, and the hand that connected the money was shaking.

Cyril pushed open the rusty iron door, the door hinge made a harsh sound, and the night owl's cry became louder for a while.Even though no one had paid much attention to the yard years ago, at least old Jack regularly weeded and trimmed the trees.Now that the old man has passed away, this place has become a paradise for weeds and vines. The once tall trees were climbed by dodder and almost sucked up all the nutrients.The young man walked towards the dilapidated building with difficulty stepping on the weeds up to his calf. After not seeing him for many years, the gray creeper seemed to be the owner of the manor, stretching its branches into the window, and entered the room gracefully.

There are several brown stone bricks under the porch, and weeds grow between the bricks, almost covering them.Cyril drew out the silver knife, bent down to cut the weeds and threw them away, half-kneeled, and gently touched his lips with his index and middle fingers, and then touched the brown stone brick with his kissed fingers.

Mary must be in heaven now, with the angels dancing in the wind.

The door hinge, which had not been used for a long time, was completely corroded and fell off from the door frame, and one of the two doors collapsed just like that.Passing through the door frame, a smell of dust came to the face, cobwebs were layered on the wall, and the wooden square table that was once used to place decorations was full of bite marks.

Walking in this abandoned building, Cyril felt as if he had passed away, and his heart was full of regret.He pushed open the doors of each room in turn, searched up and down, but found no trace of Felix.He stayed in the vampire's former room for a while, opened the window, and saw a small house with a cross on top.

Mary had told him before that it was the prayer room, he didn't know who built it, and he had never been there growing up.

Looking at the small house under the moonlight, Cyril suddenly felt a move in his heart for some reason, went downstairs, bypassed the building, and went straight to the prayer room.

It is also surrounded by spider webs, and there are even two owls on top.Cyril pushed open the wooden door, and the furnishings inside were simple, except for the huge cross facing the door, there were only two chairs left.He walked up to the cross and turned around, looking out the door and seeing the window of Felix's room.

They are almost in one line.

Felix sees it every night.

Felix watched it every night - Cyril suddenly had such an illusion.It made him uneasy, as if something was hidden here.

Thinking of this, the young man suddenly trembled in his heart.He bent down and looked carefully at the ground under the moonlight, and he found another series of vague footprints.Footprints came from outside the door, disappeared around the cross.He tentatively kicked the ground under his feet with his toes, stroked every brick crack on the wall with his fingertips, and suddenly found that there was an empty area under his feet.He bent down again, observed for a long time, and finally found two traces that looked like fingerprints.Regardless of the dirt, he brushed away the dust with his hands, and after a while of groping, he suddenly lifted a wooden board.

He raised his eyebrows.

Cellar again?

But this time it's not in the cemetery, but under the prayer room.

There is light faintly revealing from the deep underground space.

Cyril slipped in short, and when he landed and stood still, he was stunned by the sight in front of him.

More than a dozen coffins were neatly lined up in front of them, some with people lying in them, and some empty, and none of these coffins had lids.

And Felix was standing among them with a candlestick.

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