the culprit

The day after the count's assassination, the king issued a curfew in response to the flames of revolution spreading from the frontier.The imperial edict was issued very quickly, and the streets were empty after the sun went down, only a few groups of soldiers patrolling the city with armed guns.And even more weird things kicked off on such a night, and people in the city experienced other people's lives in their dreams.In the early morning of the next day, the whole city was in chaos enough to be described as flying around.

Cyril was woken up by the quarrel outside.

Exhausted physically and mentally yesterday, under Felix's comfort, he went to bed early and didn't eat dinner.Felix was still beside the bed when he fell asleep, and now he woke up hearing the loud noises outside, and Felix had already left.

The forehead is still a little swollen.

Dreamed again last night.

This time it wasn't Ayton, or Hans, or even anyone connected to Felix.

But his mentor Bray.

He dreamed of Bray.In the dream he was Bray. His initial ambition was to become an alchemist. He was not interested in immortality, but only yearned for the legends of turning stones into gold. After he accidentally obtained half of the Philosopher's Stone, he suddenly Lost interest in alchemy - he already possessed what an alchemist dreamed of the most, using the Philosopher's Stone, he glimpsed the secret of immortality, so the dream he once had became dull.He began to obsessively study the folk customs of various places, and how to control and use monsters. These studies need support, whether it is financial or political.Cyril never knew that the biggest supporter behind Mr. Bray was his father, Earl Muller.During the years that Felix disappeared, it was Bray who offered his father services in exchange for necessary support.And Bray still doesn't know that one of his students is the youngest son of Earl Muller.

The moment he woke up from the dream, the moment Bray transformed back into Cyril, the young man suddenly had the illusion that he was living in an illusion.The father he admires is a cold-blooded and vicious villain, and the teacher he respects can put down the nobility of a scholar for the sake of money and politics.

There was a tearing pain in his forehead, and he felt absurd and empty, looking around, he just felt lost and helpless.

Bad news came one after another.

Felix said that good people will suffer more suffering in their hearts because of other people's fate. He doesn't know what the purpose of this dream is, it seems to make him return to the undead who tossed and turned in hatred, let him know what he believes in, What made him ecstatic were all colorful phantoms.

He sighed hard, and raised his hand to press the dull pain.There were endless quarrels outside the window. I got out of bed and stumbled to the side of the bed. When I lifted the curtains, I didn't see who was arguing at first glance, but noticed the sky.

The golden-brown behemoth was suspended in the air, forming three long columns and passing over the city.He opened the window and leaned out, squinted his eyes and looked carefully. There were at least ten crosses in each row.Those behemoths are composed of two parts, the upper part is a huge inflated airbag, and the lower part looks like a boat, but it is completely closed up and down, with only four circular windows on the left and right sides.He noticed that there was a rotating propeller on the left and right sides of the giant body, and three brass pipes protruded from the propeller, and gray-yellow steam was constantly gushing out.

"Fly, airship!"

Someone under the window pointed at the sky and yelled, so the quarrel stopped, and people looked up at the sky, watching the giant fleet that was slowly flying overhead.Most of these people had never seen this monstrous thing of airbags and brass, and most of them didn't even know what it was called.

Cyril had heard about the king's order to secretly build an airship fleet a few years ago, and he had only heard about it for so many years, but he never expected to see the true face of the fleet under such circumstances.It seems that Mr. Long is right, revolution is war, and the royal family is really afraid of those young people who are willing to die for freedom.

The shadow of the airship approached from far away, moving slowly along the wall of the building like a ghost, and the people shrouded in the shadow gave out low gasps of amazement, some took off their hats and saluted, while others shrank He hurriedly hid in the house with his shoulders on his shoulders.When the fleet chased the clouds and gradually sailed into the distance, the quarrel that had just been interrupted continued again. Cyril lowered his head and found that two men were arguing about something.

Not long after, a wind-up firefly crashed into the room from the window, flew around the bed twice, and finally plunged into the pillow.

Cyril took out the note from the belly of the firefly, and finally figured out the reason for the quarrel among the men downstairs.

Everyone here has experienced "other people's lives", seen countless things that they dare not see, and learned countless secrets that should not be known.This is terrible.Trust is shattered and the city is about to crumble.

Bad news came one after another.

Cyril felt as if a corner of his heart had suddenly collapsed.

The premonition of danger wafted out a tense smell. He leaned on the window and lowered his head to pant. When he was helpless, he looked back at the closed door and rushed over impatiently.

He's used to it.

Get used to going to Felix at times like this.

Even if the handsome vampire was silent and refused to speak, he could find calming power around him.

There was a sense of security in Felix that he clung to.

He subconsciously knew that the vampire would let him cry, let him babble, and let him fall asleep on the bed that was never warm after crying.

And at that moment, he didn't have to think about anything other than doing what he wanted to do.

He would forgive any vampire.

The door of another room was pushed open, the curtains were closed, but Felix was not there.Cyril was stunned, and went downstairs to search, but still couldn't find Felix.

Felix was not there and did not leave a message.

Again.

Cyril smiled wryly.

Felix always does.

The young man leaned against the wall and looked out the window. The city has changed. The invisible flames of war have ignited every house, everyone's clothes and everyone's heart. Everyone is mad, arguing, and fighting. Desperately want to find someone to fight for his life.The cops are on strike too, they too have dreams where they become someone else, witness some weird things, and wake up feeling like everyone can't be trusted.

At this time, Cyril didn't want to care about them.

All he wanted was Felix.

He needs Felix.

He had no idea that the vampire who had given him a sense of security, who had endured the backlash of a five-year contract in order to save him from his fate, had now returned to the earl's mansion.

The earl, who was assassinated and suffered the pain of losing his son, seemed to have aged ten years overnight. He lay weak on the bed, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a man in a black cloak standing beside the bed.He shuddered suddenly in shock, opened his mouth and was about to yell, when a hand stretched out from the cloak, covering his mouth tightly.

"it's me."

Felix pulled down his cloak, and leaned over to look at the count, whose eyes were full of fear.

Recognizing that this was the servant who had been missing for five years, the man's eyes immediately changed.He pulled Felix's hand away viciously, but because he was so excited, he had to hold his chest and pant hard.

"Since you are back, you must continue to work for me!" His voice was hoarse, as if he had swallowed coals, and the listener unconsciously wanted to touch his throat, "Find my assassin and kill him—kill him!" kill them!"

The Earl in his memory was not such an excitable person. Most of the time, he was calm and almost cold, and sometimes he even showed a cruel and satisfied smile because he thought of the miserable end of his political opponents.

Now it seems that he is not the kind of person who is not afraid of life and death.

He is greedy and cowardly.

In essence, it was no different from the Huken he regarded as garbage.

Felix quietly looked at the earl who was dominated by fear, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.He thought of Cyril, the good young man a hundred times his father's fortitude.

"Since I dare to disappear alone, I am not afraid to disobey your orders." Felix shook off the earl's hand, pinched his jaw instead and forced him to look at him, "Your children are dead, the contract It’s almost time to end here, don’t try to push me any more. I’m not afraid of dying with you, I’ve lived for 400 years, and I’ve never seen anything easier than death.” He lowered his voice to threaten, and seeing the earl shrugging his shoulders, he sneered again With a sound, he took out the painting that Cyril found under the window from his arms and handed it to the man, "Look at this painting carefully, does it look familiar?"

Originally planned to avoid Cyril yesterday afternoon and come to the count, but I didn't expect so many accidents to happen in just one morning.Cyril's sad appearance broke his heart, and he really couldn't convince himself to leave Cyril and come alone.There was a curfew again at night, and he was worried about revealing his whereabouts, so he delayed and delayed until now.

The low-quality painting was brought to his eyes, and the man had to take a second look because of the threat of the vampire.He felt that the snow scene in the painting was very familiar, as was the boy in the cloak, but after thinking about it, he couldn't remember where he had seen this painting.

Felix could not help but feel a surge of rage at the look of horror and confusion on the man's face.He squeezed the man's bones even harder, and pressed the painting on his face.

"Herken brought Cyril here in the winter of ten years ago. Remember? What happened that night? Did you tell anyone?"

The man with his nose stuffed struggled awkwardly under the vampire's hands, but after this reminder, he suddenly remembered.

That's what happened that night.

Standing in the warm room, he saw his abandoned little son standing in the snow and looking up at the sky.

How could he tell others about this?

"No, no! I didn't tell anyone!"

The sound is blocked in the paper, and the sound of the urn is full of air.

Felix took away the words in his hand and threw the man back into the pillow.

Cyril will never forget what happened in the past, but the man in front of him can't remember what he did to his son.

Felix put the painting back into his arms, and gave the man a dark look.

If you can't find any clues, of course you should leave.But this also confirms one thing, the author of this painting has indeed experienced Inception.

Felix put on his cloak, opened the door of the room under the earl's shocked and terrified eyes, and Shi Shi walked out.

The author has something to say: Little angels~Please bookmark the new pit "The King Killer and the Emperor Teacher" that I am collecting in advance~It is an interstellar novel by me. Jun chooses (Fog), open the hole immediately after the end of this article ~ don't come to eat Amway!