the culprit

Exhausted by the long dream of two lifetimes, Cyril lit the candle again, sat at the table and stared at the open notes, but could not read a single word.It was hard to tell whether the dream was true or false, but he remembered the name Ayton. EG also changed his name in the dream, often holding his shoulders, and being as close as a brother to him.

Besides, both dreams were about Felix.

In the dream, he was Ayton and Hans, Felix's two lovers. In the dream, he experienced half of their lives, and also experienced the changes in their mentality when they lived with Felix.The feeling in the dream was so real, as if he really resented and envied Felix.The emotion was so strong that he woke up feeling vaguely relieved at last, but those vicious feelings still gnawed at his heart.

Does Felix know this?Did he know that he had been hated by his lover?

Thinking of this, Cyril suddenly felt that his heart was being pressed down by a heavy boulder, and he couldn't breathe for a while.He clenched his fist violently, clenched and loosened, clenched again and again, over and over again, but he couldn't relieve the depression accumulated in his heart, so he got up and walked around the table several times. This faded away a little.

Giving doesn't necessarily lead to reaping. In his dream, he could clearly feel Felix's love——Felix gave his heart full of love, but what he got in the end was the resentment of his lovers.Felix's indifferent expression and words suddenly appeared in his mind. Cyril once thought they were a knife that hurt someone, but now he felt so sad.

The footsteps stopped, and the young man supported the table with his hands, lowered his head and took a deep breath.

To calm down.

His life seemed short to Felix, but it was all long to him.

There is still time.He still has time.

Cyril gritted his teeth, forced himself to restrain his thoughts, and temporarily focused on the case in front of him.

He sat back at the table again, endured the emotional upheaval in his heart and recalled the dream, and concluded that these two dreams related to Felix were definitely not a coincidence.

While he was thinking, he casually flipped through the notes in his hand. The word "Dream Stealer" suddenly came into his sight. He was startled, and subconsciously took the candlestick.Candlelight illuminates the yellowed parchment, and the word "Dream Stealer" written in cursive characters reveals a certain absurd and solemn flavor.He checked the context carefully, and said that there was an incident in a village. The villagers became his neighbors in a dream, experiencing what they had experienced, and countless secrets were revealed in the dream. Overnight, the whole village has undergone earth-shaking changes in this dream.

Cyril then looked through several other diaries, more or less similar stories were recorded, some happened between husband and wife, the husband dreamed that he was someone else and had an affair with his wife; some happened between brothers and sisters, married The younger sister turned into an older brother in a dream, and let her marry the dying old landlord just for a bag of money.No one can tell how these things happened. Some authors called it a hint from the gods, and some thought it was caused by goblins, but none of these conjectures were as impressive as "Dream Stealer" to Cyril.

He even felt a certain natural connection between himself and the word.

I stayed in the branch overnight, and when I returned the notebook to its original place the next morning, I met the capable middle-aged female manager from last time.She was wearing a shocking trouser suit today, with her trouser legs tucked into her boots.The authority of the observer is very high, and it is not surprising for the administrator to encounter one or two observers who are looking through the files in such an early morning.She muttered "There is no tea here" and walked under the ladder, but was stopped by Cyril who was stepping on the ladder.

"I want to see Felix's operational report."

"What did he do again?" the administrator asked casually, beckoned to Xi Ruier, and led him to the report storage room.

Cyril did not answer the woman's question.

"Although the monsters are more or less problematic, what they do is hunt and kill their own kind. Don't be too harsh on them. Everyone has a heart of compassion."

The manager's words made Xi Ruier startled.He is used to starting from a human standpoint, and if monsters hurt people, they should be eliminated.When he was with Felix, he remembered that Felix was also a monster, but when he hunted down wolf cubs and even killed EG, in his heart, apart from worrying about Felix's safety, the only thing left in his heart was how to eliminate the enemy as quickly as possible.

Yes, humans are also alien to those who are not human executors.

Human beings have become the masters of the world with absolute numbers and increasing technology, and then define other groups with human morality and justice.

"Did we do something wrong..." he muttered.

"We were right." The manager took down a wooden box from a high shelf, "but maybe they weren't as wrong as we thought." She jumped off the ladder, handed the wooden box to Cyril, and continued Left the storage room alone.

Cyril stared at the woman's back for a long time, until she completely disappeared from sight, then turned his attention to the wooden box in his hand.

Every assignment Felix has made over the years is in it.

Very inconsistent with that elegant appearance, the vampire's handwriting is not good-looking.And Cyril can also see that when writing this part of the self-report, Felix didn't pay too much attention. The spelling of words is very random, and many of them are even wrong.He took out a report from it, and stood by the shelf holding the wooden box to read it.

He has hunted and killed all kinds of monsters, including the same kind, and also hunted and killed human murderers that the police station could not catch.The self-reports at the beginning were very brief, but for unknown reasons, the part of the self-reports was canceled and replaced by others assigned by the branch.Others will first ask about the detailed process, and then organize the language to write a report. Compared with the two, the other description is more detailed and specific.

What Cyril cared about was EG's case.

fein.

He remembered that was what a vampire used to be called.

At least in the dream.

The report said that Felix recognized who the murderer was when he saw the two letters on the neck of the female corpse, so he followed out so anxiously that night to catch her.Later, when he returned to the hotel from the tavern, he found a note with a place name written on it from the crack of the door.Cyril knew that this was the village on the banks of the Doma River.

The executor said he knew the vampire.The other party's name is Finn.

EG's real name suddenly appeared in front of him, it was exactly the same as in the dream.Cyril endured the weird feeling in his heart, took a deep breath to calm down the complicated emotions, and continued to read the report after he collected himself.

After chasing to the village, Felix happened to see Finn grabbing two children. He thought Finn was going to use them as food, and chased Finn to the cellar under the cemetery.

Finn threatens the enforcer with the children and kills them if he doesn't compromise.

"I don't care about them."

That's what the executor said at the time.But Finn said he knew the executor, and a vampire who thought he was human couldn't just watch two children die in front of him.

"Fin and his brother were also imprisoned by vampires as food. I saved them."

Seeing this, Cyril was shocked again.He had a very close relationship with Felix in his dream, but he didn't expect that it was Felix who saved Ayton and Finn.He couldn't help but think of what the manager said just now, and there seemed to be all kinds of emotions surging in his heart, which made his heart feel a little bit of inexplicable soreness and pain.

According to the report, Finn imprisoned Felix and transformed the two children. Later, for some reason, he captured and transformed two more, and threatened to make Felix die in the mouth of these children.

Cyril knew everything after that.He chased to the village, discovered the secret of the cellar, rescued Felix, and killed Finn.

If what happened in the dream is true, and Ayton finally committed suicide because he was transformed into a vampire, then Finn's purpose is nothing more than revenge on Felix.

But if he wanted revenge, why didn't Finn just kill Felix?

There are still many mysteries, and the answers all lie with Felix.And Cyril had foreseen how difficult it would be to pry the stubborn vampire's mouth open.

He returned to Mrs. Mark's in the afternoon.He hasn't even drank a drop of water since last night, and the two dreams have almost exhausted all his energy. He felt extremely tired when he went upstairs, just at this time Mrs. Marco came out of the room and said she had done some refreshments.The young man looked at the landlady through the carved stair railing, held a reserved silence for a while, and finally shook his head and declined.

He also became afraid of being close to people.

Besides, Mrs. Marco always reminded him of Mary.

Thinking about it, he went up a few more steps, and as if he suddenly remembered something, he poked his head out to call Mrs. Zhu Dong, and asked if his friend had come.

"That blond boy?" Mrs. Marco said with a smile. "He came here early in the morning, and he should be in the room now. Oh, help me and ask him if he wants a snack..." She said shyly on the apron wiped.

Cyril saw that she had accidentally overcooked and couldn't eat it, so she nodded and said to ask that friend.

Mrs. Marco is an old lady who is a bit of a collector but doesn't like to clean up. She always piles some old things that are not needed under the window in the corridor on the second floor. Cyril can't help but look at the pile when passing by.Yesterday the Koujiu clock was on top, but today it has become a painting.The painting looked old, and the edges of the paper were yellowed and curled. The perspective in the painting was very strange, like a person standing in a room looking out the window.In the painting, heavy snow is falling, and the boy in the cloak stands in the silver-clad atrium and looks up at the sky.

Cyril paused and took a sharp breath.He went up to pick up the painting and looked at it carefully. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that the teenager in the painting was himself at the age of 13—that night he was brought into the earl's mansion by Uncle Heken. Uncle Heken had a dispute with the butler. People escaped from the oppressive house.

And the perspective of this painting seems to come from the earl who avoided seeing them at that time.