the culprit

Seeing Cyril wake up, the shriveled old man anxiously leaned over and asked him what he saw.Cyril glanced at him, as if he had completely forgotten what he had done to himself and those innocent people. There was neither grief nor hatred in his eyes, but a little bit of guilt for failing to complete the task.He expressed his dream apologetically, but before he finished speaking, the old man's expression changed immediately, and he directed the brown-haired man to drag Cyril up from the bed.

He was taken to the room full of blood and nightmares again.

The blood all over the ground had been washed away at some point, and the corpse was nowhere to be seen, but Cyril was still instinctively afraid of this place.He wanted to break free from the man's hand, but was pushed down on the chair, and two men appeared from the side, quickly binding his hands and feet.Before he could resist and refuse, his chin was held again, and the greasy blood was poured down his throat. He coughed, and his lost emotions suddenly revived at this moment. Roaring loudly, his eyes were fixed on the little old man, his eyes were venomous like a snake.

As more and more blood was fed, the pain became more and more severe, and Cyril was tortured until he almost lost consciousness.The old man walked up to him and said again: "Come with me in the dream."

He dived again.

Swarms of corpses floated past like fish.

The accumulated hatred gradually dissipated with the disappearance of the corpse, and he felt lost, but strangely felt that everything should be like this.

It's all vain.

Cyril in the water didn't realize that he was untied, the old man grabbed his hand, he got up, and walked out of the room under the leadership of the old man.At this moment, he was as obedient as a puppet in the hands of the fools. The old man said the name of the general, and he repeated it. They walked back to the comfortable room, and the old man asked him: "What's your name?"

"Lister Roger."

He opened his eyes, and the wolf cub beside him held his younger sister in his arms and looked at him worriedly.

"You seem to have fallen asleep just now." The wolf cub said in a low voice, holding his wrist with one hand, his nose still fluttering slightly, as if smelling the unusual smell in the air, "Does the wound still hurt?"

Sitting in the bumpy carriage, looking at the fierce and stubborn little monster beside him, his heart skipped a beat for no reason.Seeing the girl in the wolf cub's hands timidly stretching her arms towards him, as if hoping to get his hug, he smiled lightly, and stretched out his hand to catch her.

"Not in the way of hurrying."

After the success of the Irian Revolution, he received a secret letter from a neighboring country.The young man suspected that there were spies among his companions, and he didn't know what to do, so he tried to write to him for help, hoping that this aristocratic revolutionary who had betrayed his own class could once again create a new history.

"There are many nobles in exile who have fled to Murphy's Kingdom, and the border is very chaotic. We should be able to get through easily." He sat the girl on his lap, let her move around in his arms, and found a comfortable position to fall asleep , and looked at the wolf cub beside him, "Don't be impulsive, be smart, I'll be fine."

Upon hearing this, the young wolf showed a dissatisfied expression, as if blaming him for not thinking of him as that kind of idiot who doesn't know how to adapt.The cub's straightforward performance made him feel cute, so he smiled, stroked the hair of the girl in his arms, and turned his head to look out the window.

The location of the secret meeting has been set, and there are very few people attending the meeting, all of whom are the core and most loyal revolutionaries.He was afraid that someone would leak the secret, so he specifically asked in the letter to burn it after reading it.He had no doubt that Murphy's royal family would do everything in their power to wipe out the revolutionaries. After all, he was once a nobleman of Murphy's kingdom, and he knew very well what the upper echelons of this country were like.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of Earl Muller.The Muller family has always been the most important nobles of the royal family. It is rumored that their family has a vampire who does dirty things for them.Of course, these are just rumors. When it comes to vampires, he has only seen them once in his life. On the edge of the river, he hurt Leo——

The vampire's face suddenly came to mind, and the thoughts were interrupted somehow.

He shook his head in confusion, and looked at the wolf cub beside him soothingly, but the face of the vampire couldn't get out of his mind.

His name is... what is it?

What's the vampire's name?

He couldn't help frowning and thinking.

Fi...

When he saw the vampire stretching his hand into the sun, his shoulders shuddered in shock, and he rushed over to hold the hand with only bones left.

what is that?When was that memory?

What's that vampire's name?

He saw himself walking into the dark room with a book and stuffing him under the vampire's pillow.

He seemed to... and kissed a vampire.They were in the musty and rotten cellar. He hugged the vampire, holding his waist with his hands, and the vampire's soft and long panting could be heard in his ears.

He heard the vampire say to him "You can't replace him".

vampire--

Felix.

That name came up.

Then suddenly, the world around him fell into a frenzied earthquake and began to vibrate violently.All around my ears were the clanging and creaking sounds of the carriage in the vibration, the windows of the car were shaking, and the moon and woods outside the window were shaking, like reflections in the water.He turned his head to look at the wolf cub beside him in amazement, but he was no longer there, and when he lowered his head, the girl also disappeared.

He was not sitting in the carriage, but on the cold stone steps, the moonlight was cold, and the surroundings were filled with the teasing laughter of warblers.A man came over, stroked his hair with a wretched smile, and called him a little boy.He looked up at the man, reached out to touch his lipsticked lips, and dully quoted the price.

Then he was led by the man into the old house behind him.

He lay down on the bed, it was dawn suddenly, and his mother knocked on the door and came in, complaining that he wanted to be lazy again.

The world becomes chaotic, it seems that every time you turn around, you enter a new world, facing different people, laughing with them, crying in front of them, calling them father, mother, honey, motherfucker... His life flooded into his dream at the same time, everyone's faces were smeared into indistinguishable color patches, he was exhausted, wanted to leave, wanted to find Felix, but was trapped in a huge glass enclosure, There are invisible barriers everywhere.

He ran through thousands of worlds in his dream in vain, running through cities, villages, mountains and seas... Every time he passed a world, it would make a rumbling sound, the sun became a gear, and the moon became a nut , trees are straight chimneys, flowers are old wrenches, huge wooden wedges are poked out of houses, false eyes fall out of people's left eyes, springs pop out of ears, and fallen brass fingers are everywhere.

Those dummies chased him, called him Andy, called him Kent, called him Yali, called him Elizabeth... He had thousands of names in an instant, thousands of thoughts slid through his mind, and thousands of emotions swelled in his heart ——He fell into a nightmare, splitting out thousands of selves, and Cyril Muller was the only one among them.

Violent pain suddenly fell from the sky, tearing the sky, tearing the clouds, tearing the gears and nuts, breaking the chimney and the wrench.The earth cracked in pain, and the doll's house finally collapsed like building blocks, poured into the cracks in the ground, and magma gushed out from the ground, flowing, spreading, and spreading the color of blood.

Tens of thousands of him fell into the magma at the same time, screaming, screaming, and crying loudly.They stretched out their hands, tearing at each other like ghosts, each of them was unkempt, hideous and hideous.They rolled between heaven and earth in pain, slaughtering, killing you to death.

Cyril Muller was not present.

He tossed on the soft bed, eyes closed, sweat dripping down his face.He gripped the bed sheet tightly with both hands, shaking his head from side to side, murmuring many strange names, crying and laughing at the same time.

Seeing this, the old man's expression changed drastically, and he stretched out his hands to push, trying to wake up Cyril, but just as his fingers touched his arm, the young man suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could make a sound, he spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Felix..." The young man called his lover's name, leaning on his weak arms to prop up his body, trying to escape, but before turning over, he vomited a few more mouthfuls of blood.He fell back on the bed weakly, the pain from the internal organs being strangled reached its peak for a moment, he indulged his weakness and timidity, murmured the pain, and let out his voice.And in this severe pain, his brain was occupied by countless life experiences, his ears were buzzing, different people said different words at the same time, he didn't know who to listen to, he just felt that they all turned into stones in the end, and it was useless. Yibu hit him hard.

He fell asleep again, and even then, it didn't stop vomiting blood.

After not sleeping for a while, I woke up and struggled to escape, but was nailed to the blood-stained bed sheet in pain.

Seeing this, the thin old man cursed violently, and angrily ordered the brown-haired man to take all the remaining blood, and he wanted to pour it all at once to this bastard.While the man was leaving, he raised the crutch in his hand and slammed on Xirile's stomach, spitting out curse words, hissing that he should have forgotten all his feelings.

"Weak thing!" He stared at Cyril with disgust. He had survived so many painful trials, but refused to let go of that vain and ridiculous love at the most critical moment, "It's so close... Thinking that their efforts might be in vain, he hit Cyril's frail body with his crutch even more frantically.

Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him. I thought it was the brown-haired man coming back. The old man turned his head furiously, and was about to accuse him of being too slow, but he saw a man with half-face smoking with a gloomy look on his face. strode toward himself.Before he had time to question who the other party was, a cold hand suddenly grabbed his neck, and it was too late to say anything—the hand broke his neck bone.

Cyril lying on the bed was lying in blood, his appearance was more miserable and frightening than when he was poisoned.Seeing this, Felix felt that someone had hit the back of his head with a sap, and there was a piercing buzzing all the way from his brain to his heart, and he felt extremely painful.He bent down and was about to pick up the trembling young man in pain when a tall man broke in and rushed towards him without saying a word.

He didn't ask who the other party was, and he didn't even see the other party's appearance clearly.When the other party was about to meet Cyril, he stepped on the bed and rushed over, piercing the other party's throat with his sharp nails.

Every time he experienced the death of an important person, he felt that he was dead again.

It started with Emma's death.

Then there's Aaron's.

Later experienced Ayton's.

And finally Hans.

When putting Jin Ti into the coffin, he comforted himself by saying that Jin Ti was not dead, but just fell into a dream.But in the end, Jin Ti's neck was broken by him.

Death after death cut off layer after layer of dead skin from his body, he was already indifferent enough, and open-minded enough to face the dead - so what is this mixed emotion of grief and anger now?

The vampire suddenly woke up from his thoughts, now there is no time for him to feel sorry for the past.

He turned around and picked up Cyril, jumped off the bed, ran out of the room, and met his friends who had just dispersed in the manor to deal with other enemies.

"Save him." He looked at Weiya, who was still dripping with sweat, "Any price will do."

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!