the culprit

Heken didn't know how Felix explained it to Cyril. After Mary's death, Cyril was depressed a lot, looking at him with childish gloom, and the child didn't give up the idea of ​​running away. He was caught by old Jack three times in two months.Heken didn't care about this guy, anyway, after he died, his elder brother would grit his teeth and send another child over in a few years.

Vigorous revolutions are going on in the neighboring countries. Their king executed many noble children who wanted to overthrow the royal family. I heard that the executioners never rested from the beginning of the month to the end of the month. death row inmates.Revolutions are mostly the same thing. If a neighboring country rebels and makes a revolution, the king of his own country must be on pins and needles.Their family has been relied on by the royal family decades ago, and their elder brother is even more trusted by the current king. Heken knows his methods are powerful, and those revolutionaries who smuggled in from neighboring countries will die in Felix without fail. under the claws of the

Thinking of Felix, Heckington, who was eating dinner, lowered his hands, raised his eyelids and glanced at Cyril, who was sitting at the other end of the long table.He told his nephew to get into the habit of trimming his nails. The boy looked up at him, his lips moved, as if he wanted to ask why, but he didn't make a sound, just nodded numbly.

The boy didn't understand why his uncle made such a weird request. He wanted to ask, but when he saw his face, he would think of Mary who died tragically under the whip in Felix's mouth.That always made him angry, and made him want to put the fork in his uncle's palm. He really wanted to ask his uncle if it hurt, and why he did that to Mary.

He didn't ask.

Because Felix told him not to do that before leaving that day.

Felix told him not to ask Uncle Hickey any more questions, and not to expect anything from him.Felix let him do what he wanted, run away if he wanted, and no one here gave a damn.He did escape, but was caught and returned.Uncle Heken really didn't pay attention, as if he knew that he couldn't escape here.

Cyril was suddenly sad, he felt that his father had sent him to the cell leading to the guillotine.

Uncle Hucken didn't care about a Mary's death, and probably Father didn't care about his.

The boy put down the tableware in his hand, and kicked the chair legs lightly with his feet under the table.

The elderly servant walked into the dinner room and gestured twice with his hands.Hucken also put down the tableware in his hand, ordered Jack to clean up the table, and got up and left in a hurry.Cyril hurriedly jumped off the chair and followed, watching Uncle Hicken walk out the door through the long corridor.There was a carriage parked in the courtyard under the moonlight. The man got into the carriage, and the coachman shook the reins and pulled the carriage away from the manor.

Even the owner doesn't want to live here.

It has been nearly three months since he came here, and Cyril has roughly figured out Heken's whereabouts.Most of the time, he doesn't live here. As for where he lives, the boy doesn't know. He only knows that Felix will go out for a few days occasionally, and Uncle Hucken will live in the manor on those days, as if waiting for Faye. Lex is back.He was sure to leave two days after Felix came back, come back three or five days later, and left again.

At first, he was puzzled as to why Uncle Hickey would always come back since he could not live here.Until one night when he was confused, he entered the wrong room and saw Felix pressing Uncle Hucken against the wall, tilting his head and burying his head on his neck.

The confusion is solved.

The only reason Uncle Hickey stayed here was to provide Felix with his own blood.

The frightened boy couldn't help screaming, he hurriedly covered his mouth, and tried to escape in a panic, but he tripped over his own feet in a panic as soon as he turned around.He heard Uncle Heken cursing and approaching footsteps, his heart was pounding in his chest, the two people over there would not do anything to him, he knew, but his body still couldn't help shaking, At that moment, he was so scared that he almost cried.

One hand grabbed him by the back of the collar and picked him up. He hiccupped in fright, trembling and daring not to turn his head.That hand just carried him out of the room door. When his feet landed on the ground, he subconsciously turned around, but a hand stretched out to cover his eyes.The hoarse voice ordered him to turn around and go back to the room. He nodded obediently and ran upstairs without looking back.

It took him a night to remember that the hand that covered his eyes had a finger with half a bone exposed.

It was the fourth night when Felix told him the truth about Mary's death.

At that time, the finger was still incomplete.

Felix, wrapped in a black cloak, rushed in from the door two nights ago, nearly knocking him over.A hand supported his shoulder in time, and the fingers that had been peeled off were now intact.That night, he hid by the stairs and secretly saw Felix enter Uncle Hicken's room.

Felix would drink Uncle Hickon's blood.

The boy recalled the time when he was bitten by a vampire and passed out two months ago. It was so painful. Even though the wound had healed long ago without leaving any scars, the pain and the panic at that time were deeply burned into his heart.

About ten years later, he would have to endure the same long pain and fear as Uncle Hickey.

At that time, he should also become a person like Uncle Hickey, who left the manor in a carriage after feeding the vampires.

But what if the vampire dies before then?

All living things are mortal.

If Felix died, would he be able to go back?

The boy felt apprehensive, sweating from the question that suddenly flooded into his head.

If you kill Felix, if you kill him...

He shivered in fear, lowered his head and quickly ran back to his room, closed the door forcefully, got into bed and buried himself under the quilt.

Can't think about it.

He closed his eyes.

A few pools of dark brown dried blood suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.Mary's hoarse and weird screams suddenly came to his ears. He blocked his ears in fright, shook his head, and muttered to himself that he couldn't think about it.

Murder is a sin.

However, do vampires count as humans?

Chill rose from the soles of his feet, and Cyril slowly opened his eyes in the quilt, panting for breath while clutching the smooth fabric.

He got out of bed and took a pair of scissors from a drawer of the cabinet.It was Mary who had left it in his room, when she cut the cloth and sewed him a very small purse, and he gladly put all his coins into it.

The boy hid the scissors under the pillow.

That night, he hid under the quilt and dreamed of his father and his mother who only lived in the portrait, the cat named Kitty raised by his second sister, and Mary who planted flower seeds in the garden: Kitty bit A bird died, and Mary, carrying the basket, yelled and tried to drive it into the house, while the father and the mother with the fan hid behind the light sheer curtains.

When he woke up, he found that the pillow was wet, his eyes were sore, and his cheeks hurt for some reason.

It was already dawn, and there was a hint of warmth in the spring morning light.He crawled out of the quilt, ignoring the sweaty pajamas sticking to his back, took out the scissors from under the pillow, and walked out of the room barefoot.

The dark corridor was extremely quiet. He held the scissors in both hands, stared at him, and walked towards Felix's room with unsteady steps, like an alert but timid cat.

Vampires will die if they are exposed to sunlight, so Felix will hide in his room to sleep during the day, and if he must go out for activities, he will wear a black cloak-even in the house.His bed was in a corner where the sun couldn't reach, and Cyril knew that he would not be able to drag him.

The boy held the scissors even harder, swallowing nervously as he walked, his palms were wet and greasy from sweat, but he didn't dare to relax.

The door to Felix's room was always ajar, as was Uncle Hickey's habit.But he hardly ever took the initiative to find them, or even approach their room.

By this time, Felix should be asleep.

The corridor seemed to be endless, the boy's breathing was choked up, and his body was shaking uncontrollably.It seemed to take him all morning to finally walk down this corridor to the door of Felix's room, and as he thought, there was a gap between the door and the door frame.

The boy put his eyes close to the slit and peeked into the room.

Felix was indeed on the bed, with his back to the door, seemingly asleep.

As long as the vampire is dead, he can go home.

As long as the vampire is dead, he doesn't have to be like Uncle Herken, he won't be like Uncle Herken.

Slowly pushing the door open with his shoulders, he tiptoed to the bedside, looking at Felix's back, trembling even more violently.

He thought of Felix taking him home, and of being bitten by him.The vampire in front of him was a mystery, he was very good, but extremely terrifying.

The boy clumsily climbed onto the bed, and suddenly a sharp noise came from nowhere.In panic, he raised the scissors and stabbed them hard into Felix's arm. Seeing that the white sleeves were soon stained with blood, he became more flustered for a moment and wanted to pull out the scissors, but no matter how hard his hands were, the scissors wanted to grow suddenly. Felix was so motionless in his body.

Please.

He bit his lips tightly and shouted crazily in his heart, his body arched due to the force, and his high shoulders almost touched his ears.

At that moment, there was a bird cry from outside the window, and the boy screamed in fright and fell down on the bed, staring at the pair of scissors on Felix's body with wide-open eyes in fear.

A white hand climbed up that arm and pulled out the scissors.The man lying on his side on the bed sat up slowly, brushed his messy long hair back, and squinted at the boy who was already trembling and speechless.

"Sunshine and silverware can kill me." Felix threw the scissors to Cyril's feet, looked at his dusty and dirty feet, and smiled inexplicably, "Don't make up your mind. I Dead, Heken, and you, even your father, will die tragically with me."

The vampire's words made Cyril gasp. He looked at the bloody scissors at his feet, and then at the blood-stained sleeves of his shirt. He muttered, trying to squeeze out a broken "I won't believe you."

The man was noncommittal when he heard the words, and stared at the boy with green eyes for a long time, then finally raised his finger and pointed to the door to let him out.

Cyril didn't want to just admit defeat.But he really didn't have the courage to look at Felix again. He didn't dare to look into the vampire's eyes, and he didn't dare to look at his blood-red arms. He was terrified, and his hands were as limp as the branches of winter jasmine.When he saw Felix raising his hand, he seemed to see his father raised his hand holding the cane, subconsciously closed his eyes and waited for the pain that fell on his cheek or any part of his body, but only Felix said no to him. "Get out" lukewarm.

Opening his eyes in surprise, Felix was still staring at him with that indifferent expression that had nothing to do with him.For some reason, there was a sudden tightening feeling in his chest. The boy lowered his head and climbed out of the bed, took two steps towards the door with his shoulders shrugged, then turned around and ran to the bed, picked up Mary's scissors and ran out of the room quickly.