the culprit

Cyril spent the night in Felix's room.When the two walked out of the room together the next morning, the landlady was cleaning up the pile of debris under the window again.Cyril, who was bumped into, took a breath and blushed, resisting the urge to cover her face.Felix lowered his head and closed the door, nodded his greetings to the old woman whose eyes were about to fall out, and went downstairs as if nothing had happened.

Cyril finally got rid of Mrs. Marco's questioning, and the sweat in his vest almost soaked his shirt.He walked out the door with awkward steps, and Felix handed over a newspaper account.The issue was printed askew, as if in a hurry, but the huge bold headline immediately attracted the reader's attention, and it was impossible to complain about the messy printing.

"The Irian Revolutionaries Occupy the Palace and Behead the King Soon".

Not far away, a small newsboy wearing a hat was still calling "extra" and "extra", and he read the news headlines aloud, and the extra in his hand was sold out in a short while.Discussions about the fate of neighboring countries filled the streets and alleys for a while. When Cyril was hiring a carriage, he heard the coachmen talking about whether there would be exiled nobles fleeing here.

Cyril was distracted for a moment.It was a shrill scream that brought him back from his thoughts.He glanced back at Felix who was waiting on the street, and subconsciously ran towards the source of the sound.

People kept running from that direction, both men and women, all of them looked panic-stricken, the ladies struggled to hold their skirts, and the gentlemen couldn't care less to pick up their hats that fell on the floor.Cyril didn't know what happened, Felix had already rushed to the side, they looked at each other, Felix told him not to act rashly, he just said "hmm", suddenly stopped, and pulled Felix violently a handful.

From the corner of the street came out a man, ragged and shambling.His face seemed to have been soaked in water for a few days, one side was swollen, and the other side had begun to fester. For some reason, a piece of his lip was missing, exposing gums and yellowed teeth, all stained with blood.

As soon as that person appeared, Cyril couldn't help taking a deep breath—it was Drizzt who was still sleeping peacefully in the coffin a few days ago.He cast a glance at Felix beside him. The vampire obviously recognized the old man one step earlier than him, but his face was buried in the shadow of the cloak, making it impossible to guess his mood at the moment.

As far as vampires are concerned, it is not difficult to deal with the undead. They are not afraid of the corpse poison carried by the undead, let alone their insignificant attack power.But human beings are different. The fragile necks of human beings can't resist the bite of the living dead. Anyone who is bitten will be infected by corpse poison. fate.

Cyril turned around.

People gathered in another street, white-faced, panting, staring at what was going on here.And those who are still at home and have not gone out are even more hiding behind the windows, wishing to wrap themselves up with curtains, only showing a pair of eyes to peek.

Since vampires appeared in the police wanted warrants, the existence of this monster has been officially recognized.But people are used to vampires being villains, and probably aren't ready to see them as heroes.Cyril couldn't figure out what consequences Felix would incur after revealing his identity, and he didn't have time to warn Felix, so he threw "Don't take off the cloak" to Felix and rushed towards Drizzt with a cane in his hand.

He calculated the distance correctly, pulled out the knife hidden in the cane, and was about to raise the knife to stab Drizzt, but unexpectedly, the living dead dragged his stiff and dilapidated body and rushed towards another direction.The young man turned his head, only to see a small newspaper boy with frightened legs slumped on the side of the road, and the change he earned from selling newspapers was scattered all over the floor.Perhaps the living dead instinctively sensed the threat of weapons and turned to attack the defenseless.

Cyril had to change direction, but found that although the undead staggered, their speed was not slow.He heard Felix's cry from behind him, he couldn't help turning his head and yelling at him not to act rashly, and then sped up and rushed towards the boy.At this time, I felt a gust of wind passing by my ears, a black shadow flashed by, and the vampire reached out and grabbed the back of the living dead man's neck.The living dead let out a hoarse and frightening roar, flailing its arms and struggling, scratching Cyril who was holding the newsboy.

With a burning sting on his cheek, Cyril took a breath and threw the child in his hand towards Felix.The boy soared into the air and screamed in fright. He closed his eyes in horror, but unexpectedly he fell firmly into a cold embrace.

Felix caught the boy.He quickly sent him to safety, and when he looked back, he saw Cyril was bitten by Drizzt on the shoulder.

"Don't look." He pulled off the boy's hat to cover his eyes, turned around and rushed to Cyril's side, hooked Drizzt's chin with his sharp nails, cut open the loose flesh like a knife, and finally twisted it with both hands broke his neck.

"Are you okay?" Felix picked up the old owner's body and asked Cyril with a anxious tone.

The young man covered the wound on his arm, lowered his head to pant a few times, and nodded.

"Bury it as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he ignored Felix's obstruction and carried Drizzt's body on his shoulders, not forgetting to check whether Felix had been exposed to sunlight.

There was a faint burnt smell in the air.

He took out the red pill from his waist pocket and threw it to Felix, with a bit of reproach in his eyes.

The two carried the body into the wild grass on the outskirts of the city and buried it hastily. At this time, the wound on Cyril's shoulder had turned black.He carefully covered the wound with his bitten sleeve, but he still couldn't escape Felix's staring eyes.He walked over and picked up Cyril, and brought him back to the branch before the young man could speak.

A rare gathering of people here today, most of them are archivists.They busily but orderly sorted and recorded the newly delivered materials and books, and put them on the bookshelves against the wall.

A vampire suddenly appeared among the group of people with a human in his arms. They were all stunned for a while, and then continued with the work at hand.Everyone seems to be used to this kind of thing.

Felix took Cyril to an empty room and took off his shirt without saying a word.The servant's way of dealing with the master's wound was very simple. He frowned and observed the black around the wound for a while, said softly "Hold it", and raised his hand to squeeze the black blood out of the wound.

Cyril's body trembled in pain, but he gritted his teeth and didn't make a sound.

Felix lowered his head, put his lips close to the everted flesh, and began to suck away the poisoned blood little by little.But before he could clean up the wound for Cyril, he was pulled up by Cyril forcefully.The young man looked at him in disbelief, held his throat with one hand and growled to him to spit out the poisonous blood.

"The poison in the blood has no effect on me." Felix explained, holding Cyril's hand and brushing it away, he lowered his head and was about to continue sucking out the poisonous blood for him, but was stopped again.

"You didn't say that when I was poisoned!"

Cyril remembered very clearly that Felix was eroded by the sun at that time, and he wanted to give Felix blood, but was rejected.

Felix said there was still poison in his blood.

Felix was slightly taken aback by Cyril, who was thinking about the past, and it took him a while to remember what youth was referring to.He was quite helpless, his brows were slightly frowned, and he had to admit that he was lying: "You are so weak, there is no way I want your blood."

Cyril was annoyed when she heard the words, her two eyebrows seemed to be raised.Felix pressed his thumb against his ready-to-move mouth, told him not to speak or move, and lowered his head to suck the poisonous blood from his wound.

It was quiet inside and outside the room, though there were occasional whispers and discussions outside.The only sound in the room was Cyril's breathing.Felix drank the poisonous blood, supported Cyril, and licked his wound carefully.Although it can be healed after a few days of dressing, but he thinks it is harsh.He didn't know when his character became so passive and cowardly. When Cyril told him not to take off his cloak, he really planned to stand by and watch.

He didn't know what value such a selfish self was, and what was worth making Cyril back down.

After Cyril came, he finally set out to find a way to break the contract. It was only when he read those headache-inducing tomes that he regretted it. Reunion, he never imagined that he had suffered for so many years in vain, and finally returned to the original point.

Cyril sat on the table, with Felix resting his arms beside him.The sound of water came from his ears, and the young man felt a heat in his ears, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to help Felix brush his hanging hair back.When he did this, Felix raised his head suddenly, and the eyes of the two collided unexpectedly. There was blood on Felix's lips, and his breathing became heavy at some point.

"Come here." Cyril murmured, the hand holding Felix's hair turned to support the back of his head, and pressed him to his neck.Seeing the situation, Felix wanted to refuse, but Cyril didn't give him a chance.

Perhaps it was because he had realized the connection between blood sucking and the strange noises coming from Uncle Heken's room early on, and the eating of vampires had already brought another layer of metaphors in Cyril's mind.Sometimes he couldn't even tell whether he was always so eager to dedicate himself to Felix to satisfy Felix or to satisfy the turmoil in his heart that was struggling to break ground.

"You haven't eaten in days." He whispered, with an undeniable force in his words.

Even in such an intimate moment last night, Felix didn't bite his neck and drink.

Unable to resist the temptation of blood, Felix held Cyril's face in his hands, lowered his head and bit his neck, and let his canine teeth penetrate the warm skin.

"Oh, it seems that the administrators didn't lie to me, you are here..."

The closed door slammed a few times, and the lock fell out as if it had been hit by something.The tall giant ducked into the room with his head down, and just as he was talking, he saw Cyril, who had taken off his shirt, holding Felix in his arms. eyes.

"I swear! I didn't see anything!" Mr. Long turned around in a hurry and accidentally bumped into the wall above the door frame. "Although this is a place for serious business, I never said no..."

"I'm hurt." The young man sighed, let go of Felix, grabbed the shirt and put it on, "Felix is ​​helping me. What's the matter?"

The dragon over there kept pacing because of embarrassment, and it was only then that he suddenly remembered the purpose of his trip. He turned around, lowered his paws, glanced away in embarrassment, and said seriously, "Many strange things have happened recently."

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