the culprit

Cyril said the last words frankly, but Felix could hear the sadness in his heart.He wanted to ask the reason, why Cyril wanted him to do it, but after thinking about it, what reason and reason could be explained for this kind of thing?

There is no reason.

It's like he once fell in love with Ayton, like he still loved Hans deeply despite his old skin.

It's all fate.

Run away from one, there will always be another waiting for them.

Endless roads, endless traps.

Felix took Cyril's hand, brought it to his lips and kissed his fingers.

Knowing that it would be useless to say harsh words, the contract bound them together, and Cyril was more patient and persistent than anyone else—Felix acquiesced.

I hope they will not be sad because of each other's departure in the end.

May their lives be magnanimous.

Cyril let Felix hold his hand without stopping.They confronted each other in silence for a while in the room, neither looking at the other.It wasn't until Felix finally let go of that hand that Cyril sat down on the stool beside him again, lowered his head and pondered for a while, and said, "Our matter has been clarified, right?"

Felix cast a glance and nodded.

The young man sighed, suddenly smiled wryly and shook his head, as if regretting what he had said in frustration.But soon he restrained his excessive emotions, and told Felix what he found when he checked the information in the branch last night.

"You, like the villagers in those stories, dreamed about what happened to others?" Although it was weird, it was true that Cyril knew about Hans.Felix has never encountered such strange things before, and he has never even heard of them. "Can you find out when those things happened?"

"Year?" Cyril frowned, he was only looking for legends related to the dream, but ignored the age.After being reminded by Felix, he suddenly realized that some strange things were not caused by monsters or goblins, but were manipulated by humans.

Warlock.

With the development of medicine and chemistry, alchemy has now entered a new field, but there are still some alchemists who are obsessed with the alchemy in various ancient methods. They are obsessed with finding and refining the Philosopher's Stone, and some of them are still Also studied spiritism.Mysterious things happen from time to time, and the warlocks have contributed a lot.

Such oddities are especially frequent in years of natural disasters or events, most of which are the work of warlocks—either of their own volition or at the behest of others.

"I'll go to the branch office with you tomorrow. I know the past better than you." Felix saw Cyril's remorseful face, so he couldn't help comforting him.Experienced investigators will notice this problem. Cyril is too young, maybe he has never independently investigated a case before.

The young man was helpless, raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, and suddenly remembered another thing.

that painting.

He told Felix about it too.

"Mrs. Ma Ke said that her son painted it a few years ago. He has joined the army now. I don't know the specifics for now."

"What's your guess?"

Judging from Cyril's tone, he seems to have his own thoughts on this matter, but the painter is not around, and he is not fully sure now.

"He...could he also see it in a dream?"

In the dream, he became an earl, stayed in a warm room, and saw his abandoned little son standing outside the window in the ice and snow.

Cyril has always believed that no matter whether it is literature, music, painting or even sculpture, any work contains emotions and emotions. Words and music are expressed directly, while paintings and sculptures are expressed implicitly.What made him immediately realize that it was the Earl who was "looking" out of the window was the emotion it expressed.

The people who watched the scenery were indifferent and showed no mercy to the boy in the snow.

So that painting is also so cold and unfeeling.

Cyril didn't know that he had fallen into memory.He thought of that whole day, when he sat in the cold carriage and told his uncle about experiences that didn't exist, how they slipped into the earl's mansion through the back door, and how his father avoided seeing him.He remembered that he had been completely disillusioned since that night. To his father, to his own destiny, to everything related to blood, what he once stubbornly believed in finally began to collapse. He asked his uncle to take him in. After kicking him, he desperately climbed into the carriage, until he hurt his uncle, the man tremblingly stopped his frantic expulsion.

The sudden silence of the young man made Felix look at him a few more times unconsciously.His thoughts seemed to have passed through the wall, flying far, far away.Felix had never seen that painting, but he could roughly guess what was in it from Cyril's description.He thought that some memories might have been brought back to Cyril, and seeing countless complicated emotions flashing in his eyes, the vampire couldn't bear to raise his hand and squeezed his fingers hard.

With the help of the cold touch from his fingertips, Cyril came back to his senses with a jolt.He subconsciously turned his head to look at Felix, and then at the two hands that were held together, and suddenly there were mixed feelings in his heart.

He always loses because of pursuit.

Now he gave up and got more.

Live like a hilarious comedy.

"What's behind this painting, it's still uncertain." He was relieved to be held by his hand, paused, and decided to put away his doubts about the painting, and give priority to investigating the resuscitation of the living dead.This incident may also have something to do with his dream last night, after all, the living dead had been living in their dreams before.

"Even if there is indeed a connection, if this case is solved, the secret of that painting will also be solved." Felix still stared at Cyril, as if he was still worried that he would be sad because of the past memory.

He has always been emotionally introverted, but he is afraid that he will have an inexplicable relationship with humans. Although Cyril acted as if he had given up, he still couldn't let go for a while, and was afraid to reveal his emotions.At this time, he couldn't say anything, just looked at Cyril, as if he wanted to penetrate into his soul to make sure he was okay.

As if seeing Felix's worry, Cyril smiled slightly.

"I don't need your blanket anymore."

There was no fireplace in Felix's room back then, and it was extremely cold in winter.But he still likes to go to vampires.He couldn't remember when he began to rely on Felix. At that time, Felix was still very cold, he was stingy with his words, he was stingy with his smile, and he didn't care about him.But he'd rather be in that room where his teeth were chattering cold, wrapped in a blanket, and watch the vampire sleep peacefully beside him.

During the years when he was away from home, he often recalled and thought about it. Felix could sleep beside him so defenselessly. Is it because he is not afraid of him, a human youth, or because he trusts him?After all, he had wanted to kill the monster.

He hadn't asked Felix, nor had he tried to.

The beauty of the unknown is that he can choose the answer he likes most for all questions.

Felix smiled when he heard the words, thinking that Cyril had indeed grown up, and when he was about to let go, his fingers were caught.The young man in front of him leaned over, the light in his eyes was brighter than a candle.

Another kiss.

The other party's lips were softer and hotter than expected, and the warm and cold breath intertwined, like the blend of flower fragrance and alcohol.Felix widened his eyes slightly in surprise, subconsciously flinched, but was firmly held by a hand at the back of his head.The other party was looking down at him, his eyelashes were like a boat drawn by the moon, roaming freely in the night.

They looked at each other.

Felix, who had lost a loved one, saw love in Cyril's eyes.But this is the first time, the first time I have seen such light love, like petals flying in spring, fireflies flickering in summer night, love that has given up possession has grown wings, pure as a shining gem.

That's a hint.

They start easily and end with ease.Not getting it has become a false proposition in Cyril's life, there is nothing that cannot be given up, and there is nothing that life cannot bear.

This is both joyful and depressing.

Cyril murmured the name of his beloved in a low voice, and bit his lips lightly.He stared at each other earnestly, his eyebrows, his mouth and nose, the red corners of his eyes, the tip of his sweaty nose... and Felix slowly closed his eyes after a long look at each other.

The vampire dared not meet the young human's fiery eyes.

He was hugged by both hands, and the sound of footsteps sounded in the room.The bed board under him was old and hard, and it creaked unnaturally under the weight of the two bodies.When the hot hand lifted the hem of the shirt, the vampire let out a low hoarse moan, and the kiss continued, he felt his chest tighten, and there was a faint heartbeat.

Cyril didn't say anything, and didn't ask for permission.

Felix didn't refuse either.

A new tacit understanding is established between them-because this is a relationship that will never begin, there will be no end; because there is no time to start, all that is obtained is incoherent time and constant nothingness.As long as Cyril no longer pursues what he wants, the tacit initiative will be in his hands, and he can start it at any time and end it as he likes.

Felix's sincerity is no longer important.

Cyril pushed the blond hair away from Felix's face and took off his own shirt with one hand.

Whether you are in love or not, and how deeply you love, these are not important anymore.

It was originally a luxury.

He held Felix's wrist high above his head.

The vampire raised its chest to meet him like a bridge.

"Felix..." He kissed the vampire's ear and whispered his name.Their bodies pressed together, Felix was like the wind that could never be warmed.

Mrs. Marco was still downstairs, and they were very cautious, gritting their teeth and not daring to let out their voices.The young man seemed to be suffering from some kind of incurable disease, and he couldn't say anything except Felix's name.Until they all recovered from the long aftermath, Cyril felt a hand stroking his sweaty hair, and a voice murmured "I am" in his ear.