the culprit

As soon as Wei Ya said this, Xi Ruier, who was rushing out of the door, suddenly stopped, turned her head and asked in a harsh tone: "What did you say?"

Startled by Cyril's eyes, she forgot to speak for a moment, Wei Ya hung her breath in her nasal cavity, and coughed violently.About Cyril's childhood, she pieced it together from a few words of her father. At first, she also thought he was Heken's son. It wasn't until she heard about the contract later that she realized that she had guessed wrong.

The earl has cruelly abandoned his youngest son, and the abandoned child has the right to hate his father.Wei Ya just didn't expect Cyril to react like this - she thought he would be indifferent, and even clap his hands.

"The police came to pick me up to the Earl's house in the morning, saying that an autopsy was needed." After a smooth ride, Wei Ya slowly let go of her sleeve and stroked the hem of her skirt, "I didn't know what happened to the Earl until I arrived at the Earl's mansion." Assassination, fortunately..." She paused here, watching Cyril's expression uneasily, and tentatively said, "He was injured, but his life is not in danger."

And Cyril seemed to have recovered from the initial shock, restrained his fierce eyes, nodded, and said "um" indifferently.

"The landlady is missing. I'm going to report to the police."

"Let's go together, and I'll talk to you on the way. There's something strange about this." Wei Ya said and looked around, "Where's Felix?"

The vampire came out of Mrs. Marco's room and looked up at Cyril, with unconcealable worry in his eyes.He heard Wei Ya's words. He didn't care about the fate of the earl. Whether he lived or died, there was always someone in the earl's position, and his contract could not be canceled.He was just worried about Cyril.

"I'm with you..."

"Felix, you stay here." Cyril interrupted Felix, "There must always be someone guarding here. Go upstairs, the blood in Mrs. Marco's room will be dealt with after the police come."

Cyril was very dependent on Felix when he was young.Probably because he felt that having such a monster who didn't care about the world was by his side, which was a kind of comfort that was better than nothing.Later this kind of dependence became a habit, so that Felix also got used to being depended on.Now that he was suddenly rejected, he forgot to hide the surprise in his heart and showed it all for a while.

"Don't bother about the Mueller family, it has nothing to do with us." Perhaps having guessed what Felix was thinking, Cyril explained calmly and restrainedly, "He can't control our lives." After saying this, he said in a gentlemanly manner He helped Wei Ya out the door.

Wei Ya didn't expect Cyril to say such a thing.

"Have you...haven't thought about taking revenge on the Earl? I heard that you are..."

"I don't know if he is a good man. If not, what he wants is not revenge, but sanctions." Cyril looked at the doctor beside him and asked if he could take a carriage to the police station. He was very worried about the landlord.

"Of course!" Wei Ya took up her skirt and ran to the side of the road to look back and forth. Seeing Cyril following her, she pondered for a moment, then said cautiously, "Then...don't you hate him anymore?"

"The older I get, the more I can see what he did to me back then, and the more selfish and pitiful I feel—the more I hate him." Thinking of his childhood experience, Cyril's tone couldn't help becoming agitated .He bit his cheek hard to force himself to calm down, and continued after a while, "But hating him can't let me get rid of my past self, and it can't make me have a better future. If I can, I hope I can Be the one to sanction him, but never for the reason that he abused me."

Even in the past so many years, he still often recalls the scene of being beaten by his father for no reason. The broken leg can grow back, and the scar disappears without a trace, but the pain grows into the bone.He thought about revenge, so he used a crowbar as a cane, and hit the earl's thighs and knees hard one after another. He wanted to ignore the other's pitiful begging and crying, and finally stepped on the earl's hateful face.

Many times I tossed and turned in hatred, listening to the sound of mice scurrying in groups in the room.When you can see the starry sky, your mood will be brightened, and when you can't see it, your chest will be filled with hatred.

Until he left home later, in order to survive, he found a hard job, received a meager salary, and fell asleep every day when he was so tired.The experience of being able to see the rising sun as soon as he woke up made him feel like a lifetime away. He felt strange, and his heart was filled with strange throbbing.Later, he accidentally became the assistant of Mr. Bray. He was tired and curious from the endless collection of materials and knowledge. Once he was freed from the drudgery of staying up for several nights. When he went out for a walk, he met the neighbor next door. , the old man, smoking a pipe, greeted him and said, "You look in a good mood", and asked him if something good happened to him.And he was just excited about learning something new.

Hatred reminded him of the past suffering, the urge to revenge made him eager, the powerlessness of reality made people miserable, every night was a painful reincarnation, and every day was just a slight respite in the reincarnation.

"I can't let the person I hate ruin my life before it comes." Cyril stopped a carriage and helped Wei Ya into the car, "My birth caused him pain and made him hate me. And I want him to be nobody in my life. He can't beat me, but I can beat him."

What the young man said made Wei Ya feel a little embarrassed, but there was an inexplicable eagerness and emotion in her chest.When he met Cyril for the first time, his first words were like a vicious little wolf, and he was as indifferent and distant as Felix in the later exchanges, and now they are sitting face to face in the carriage, his tone is calm and reserved, Although the clenched fist revealed that he still has a turbulent heart, but——

"You have defeated him."

The blunt praise stunned Cyril, who was still a little emotional. He looked at Wei Ya in a little astonishment. The red-haired woman smiled as if he had witnessed some heroic gesture.

"Don't you...have something else to say when you come here?"

"Oh... oh!" Wei Ya slapped her forehead fiercely, then her smile disappeared, and her expression became serious again, "The count was injured, but all three of his children... died."

Hearing the sad news of the death of his elder brother and sisters, Cyril was stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he found that he had already sighed several times.

Although they are all strangers, death is sad after all.Occasionally meeting a homeless man who freezes to death on the street will trigger philosophical thinking about death, and this time it is a blood relative.

"They all...how did they die?"

"Cutting the throat. The opponent's method was very professional, the arteries were found very accurately, the wound was deep, and he was killed with a single knife."

When she was taken to the scene of the crime, Wei Ya saw blood all over the room, on the walls, on the cabinets, on the sheets and on the floor.The blood on the height was splashed, and the floor of the room was like a pool of blood, and the corpse was soaked in the pool, with eyes open and terrified.

"The earl was assassinated, three children were killed, Mrs. Marco disappeared..."

Cyril muttered to himself, and his heroic eyebrows couldn't help but tie into a knot.

The waking of the living dead, Stealing Dreams, the tragedy of the earl's family, the painting, and the missing Mrs. Marco.I don't know if these events that happened one after another are related, if so, what kind of clues are connected in the middle?If not, why did they all happen at about the same time?

Cyril lost her mind for a moment.

After reporting the case, the police came to the scene and walked around, but naturally they failed to find too many clues.

After the police and Wei Ya left, Cyril dragged his tired body back to the room, and sat on the stool by the table in a daze.Thinking of what happened today, he couldn't help but sigh again.

The count was ruthless, and it would not be surprising if there were any enemies who were equally ruthless. Cyril just didn't expect that his three children would be involved in the tragic death.Perhaps because of his father's indoctrination and influence, his brothers and sisters have not been close to him since they were young, and they don't talk to him, let alone play with him.When mentioning these names, most of the people who occupy their minds are envy and jealousy. Hearing about the accident today, I still feel a little bit blocked in my heart.

As he thought about it, he sighed again and again, feeling that his sore limbs became heavier and heavier, and he also had a faint tendency to have a headache.

The door hinge creaked, the door opened, he looked up, Felix pushed the door open, walked straight to him, squeezed his chin in a rare way to force him to look up, a pair of green eyes were on his face He walked up and down, looked at him for a while, and asked him what happened.

Felix seldom cared about other people's affairs, and he would not even ask Cyril if he had something to do—young people used to sneak into his room when they had something to do, crying for a while, talking for a while, crying for a while after talking, crying for a while. Cried and fell asleep.So even though he didn't want to care, he knew everything about the boy one after another.

Not this time.

Felix waited in the room for a long time without closing the door, just waiting for the young man to push the door in and let him talk or cry.

But they didn't wait.

Unfamiliar anxiety gnawed at his slow beating heart. The vampire turned out a book and read two pages, but finally couldn't get over it.

Hearing the anxiety in Felix's tone, Cyril was stunned for a while, and after a while, he realized that the vampire was worried about him.This comforted his tired and depressed heart a little. He raised his hand and rubbed Felix's wrist, and said in a low voice, "My brother and two sisters were killed."

When he hesitated to say the words "brother" and "sister", Cyril suddenly realized that the emotion stuck in his heart was sadness.He couldn't help holding Felix's wrist, and lowered his head to bury his face in his palm.

"They are strangers to me, I don't know why I'm still so sad..."

"Because kind people will always suffer more suffering in their hearts because of other people's fate." Felix said, hesitatingly raised his hand, and finally pressed it lightly on the top of Cyril's head.The young man in front of him didn't know it. He didn't know that he was able to become so firm because he was sincere and kind. He didn't know that others praised him for his beauty not just because of his appearance.

He didn't know how many people would be tempted by him like this.

Cyril hugged Felix's waist, and pressed his forehead against his beloved's cold chest.

Felix didn't refuse, and let Cyril tighten his arms to hug him meekly, combing the young man's hair with his fingers gently, for fear that his sharp fingers would cut his skin.

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