the culprit

After Cyril got dressed, the three of them walked out of the room. Long stood by the bookshelf and took out those old notes, and opened one of them with his hand wearing countless dazzling diamond rings.

"Two groups of executors were sent out just now." He flipped the notebook to the Dream Thief page and handed it to Cyril, "Similar things happened one after another in the city, it doesn't look like a coincidence."

Cyril took the notes, pondered for a moment and said: "It's not clear whether they are related..." He glanced at Felix, and then said, "We also discussed this issue last night, Fei Lex asked me to pay attention to the time when these events happened in the past." He looked down at the notebook, which recorded the approximate time.

Long Wenyan hastily opened another notebook, only to find that there was no record of the Dream Stealer in this notebook.He slumped his shoulders dejectedly, put it aside, and flipped through the next one.

The three of them stood by the bookshelf and marked all the records of similar incidents in their notebooks. The manager who passed by them carrying the book called them to enter the room loudly. The tall dragon shrank his shoulders like a child, looking Very wronged.But he also realized that his big body was too much in the way, so he picked up the notebook and put it under his arm, and went back to the room where the door lock was smashed just now.

Time alone is not enough, the big things that happen at that time are the point.Cyril brought in several thick chronicle-style history books from outside, and it is said that they were all sorted out by the seniors of the fraternity.Comparing the time of making the mark, the three quickly flipped through the historical record in front of them, and found all the memorabilia in a short while.

war.

war.

war.

The years when the strange events of Stealing Dreams appeared were all times when wars broke out. Most of them were in the early stages of the war, and only once or twice appeared in the middle of the war. In the late stage, such strange events completely disappeared until the next war broke out, and the cycle repeated.

After comparing the records, Cyril and Felix looked up at each other, and at the same time remembered the passport they bought when they went out.

The revolution in the neighboring country was victorious.

But it was clearly the end of the war—if the bottom-up revolution in the country could be called a war—this one did not conform to the law they just summed up.

Is it just a coincidence?

"No, not necessarily." Mr. Long, who was standing by the window and almost covered the sky, said, his face did not have the usual silly and hearty smile, and his lowered brows were like flames rising high, "The revolution in the Kingdom of Illion is almost It's over, but our side hasn't really started—"

Although the revolutions of the two countries were sprouting almost at the same time, and the speed of development was surprisingly slow, since Liszt was secretly escorted to the Irian Kingdom, the development of the revolution in the neighboring country immediately surpassed that of the country, and the revolutionaries in each city were as powerful as ever. Hong, not only withstood the attack of the army, but also went all out to attack Huanglong and occupied the palace.Their momentum has inspired many revolutionaries in their own country. They left those centrists who are waiting and watching, and are gearing up for a big fight.

For the royal family, war is poised for war.

"Martial law has already begun on the street, and the curfew is probably coming soon." Mr. Long said as he leaned over and glanced out the window, his tone suddenly became that of an old man who has seen through the vicissitudes of the world, "After so many years, the methods have not changed at all. .”

Unlike vampires, dragons are immortal creatures.They may sleep, but never perish.

Cyril suddenly realized that the tall young man in front of him, who looked aggrieved like a puppy, might be older than Felix.

"Assuming that this is the beginning of the war, what exactly caused these dream-inception incidents?" Cyril searched for the characteristics of various monsters in his mind, but the manager also said the night before yesterday that there was no such thing. kind of monster.

——Or no one has discovered such a creature for the time being.

"It might be a warlock." Long said again, "If someone is willing to spend money, someone is willing to sacrifice their life. Alchemists can't do this. At best, they can refine the elixir that can't make people immortal, or do it. What kind of Spring and Autumn dream can turn stone into gold. The person who can control dreams and even souls may be a psychic."

His conjecture coincided with Felix's.Regarding psychics, each branch also has a detailed lineage and list of masters, which is updated every five years.It is not particularly difficult to find these people. Among the executors are necromancers, and they can provide some solutions.

"It's not clear what consequences will be caused by such things as Stealing Dreams, but since it always happens at the beginning of the war, it's not a good thing to think about." Mr. Long pondered, and decided to summon the executors who have not been appointed so far, and even planned to The observer and the executioner called together and asked them to investigate the Dream Stealer first.

"I'll send you the list through the firefly. If you're injured, go back first. Have a rest and talk about it tomorrow." Mr. Long glanced at Cyril's shoulder as he spoke, and glanced at the hole in his neck from the corner of his eye. Suddenly it became red again.He raised his paws to cover his eyes, and muttered, "Although I didn't allow it, it's better to do this kind of thing at home."

Cyril was always dumbfounded by this childish Mr. Long, and he was tired of explaining, so he put on his coat and left the branch with Felix.

"The night before yesterday, besides the manager, who else did you meet?"

In the carriage, Felix, who had been silent until now, suddenly asked.

That night was the second day after their quarrel, and Cyril remembered that he went out at night, and the whole journey was normal.But at this time, he thought of a strange woman.

"On the night you went back to the manor, I met a woman in the branch, she was a dead spirit demon."

Of course, these are not necessarily all related.It's just that there are very few clues now, and everyone you may meet is the key.

Felix frowned and recalled for a while, and vaguely remembered that there was indeed a Necromancer among the executors, but he couldn't remember the other party's name.

"Is there something wrong with her?"

Cyril had never dealt with the Necromancer before, so he couldn't tell if the other party was normal or not.But that dead spirit demon has a saying that he has always kept in his heart, and he hasn't forgotten it until now.

"She...she seems to be able to smell me. I was looking for you that day. She knew you and knew that you were a vampire. But after she smelled me, she said it didn't smell like a vampire. I don't know what that means."

All creatures have a special smell, whether they are of the same race or different races, after getting along for a long time, they will definitely be contaminated with each other's smell. Although it is very faint, those races with a keen sense of smell can still distinguish it accurately.

The dead spirit demon knew that he was human, but it didn't smell like a human.

Doesn't smell like a vampire.

So what does he smell like?

Felix frowned after hearing this.

Unlike werewolves who have an equally keen sense of smell, the smells that the necromancers smell come from flesh and blood and souls. They feed on souls and are particularly sensitive to this.

What kind of smell does Cyril's blood and soul smell like?

"Apart from this, is there anything else?" The question was difficult to solve, and Felix silently took it to heart.Since the dragon said that he would summon all the executors, he should be able to meet the Necromancer when he went to the branch tomorrow, and these issues will naturally be resolved by then.

"Others... only Jin Ti is left."

But the possibility that the instigator was Jin Ti is extremely slim, and he can be regarded as a victim.

Cyril remembered the night Felix had asked him to leave the cellar.

He had seen Felix at his most monstrous moment, when he killed a horse and he stood in the sun and saw it all.That made the cowardly him suddenly realize that the person closest to him was actually a monster, and the monster was splashed with blood, without blinking an eye.

Maybe that night, in that cellar, Felix turned back into a monster again.

Maybe Felix is ​​not afraid of being seen by him in an unseemly way, but because he is afraid of being seen by him as a monster again.

Cyril let his imagination wander freely, and did not tell Felix this insignificant conjecture.

When the two returned to the residence, Cyril took out the key and was about to open the door when Felix suddenly pulled him down the steps and stood in front of him.

"It smells like blood." Felix whispered, took the key from Cyril's hand to open the door, and cautiously pushed the door open.

The smell of blood in the house became stronger.

The living room was clean, and there was no trace of blood on the walls or the floor.

Cyril called Mrs. Marco loudly, but no one answered.He wanted to knock on the door of the old man's room, but was stopped by Felix again. The vampire walked towards Mrs. Marco's room. The smell of blood came over his face. He shook his head in dizziness, and opened the door with all his guard.

There is no one in the room.

There was a large pool of blood on the floor.

Cyril's expression froze, and his body shivered unconsciously.He rushed into the room and looked around. The decorations were all in their place. There was no sign of struggle or fighting in the room. The blood image came out of nowhere.Worried that something might happen to the old man, he turned around and was about to go out to call the police when he heard a voice outside the door.

A red figure rushed in rashly, it was Wei Ya.She didn't wear a hat or gloves when she went out, her hair was in a crooked bun, and a little dirt was stained on the hem of her skirt. She was panting and embarrassed.

Cyril had given the doctor the address when they moved.

"Cyril, Cyril! Are you there!" Wei Ya yelled Cyril's name, and when she saw him rushing out of the room, she rushed over and grabbed his sleeve.

"Listen, Wei Ya, I have something urgent to go to the police station, you first..."

"Count...Count Muller was assassinated!"