the culprit

The next day, there was still no carriage to pick up Cyril.

The only time I meet Heken every day is at breakfast and dinner. The two sit at the two ends of the long table, one grabs the meat on the plate while drinking, and eats the fat in his mouth, and the other eats slowly with his head down. Slowly and well-behaved.

When passing Heken's room last night, he heard some small groans coming from inside. Cyril stopped and walked towards the closed door, unable to understand what was going on inside, then dragged his painful body upstairs again.

The boy who kept his head down suddenly raised his head and glanced at his uncle quickly, and saw two small holes on the side of his neck as expected.Usually only the first day is so conspicuous, after another night they heal and disappear from Hulken.The boy had already figured out the pattern, but he just didn't understand why he spent so long waiting for the wound on his neck to heal after being bitten.

As if aware of his gaze, Heken raised his head from time to time.The two looked at each other, and Cyril was no longer as panicked as he was when he first arrived. His eyelids lowered slowly to cover his sight. He turned to look at the plate in front of him, and took a spoonful of soup from it slowly.

A day full of anticipation ended in disappointment. Heken took out his brother's letter again, the sealing wax had fallen off, and the parchment was crumpled into a ball in his arms.He shook his head and read two paragraphs, spat, and gave the evaluation of "pretentious" with a sneer.After reading two more paragraphs, he seemed to suddenly remember something, and raised his head and asked, "Have you ever trimmed your nails?"

Cyril was taken aback when he heard the words, and subconsciously looked at his hand holding the silver spoon.

"Fixed, Uncle Hickey."

The request for a manicure was inexplicable, but he obediently complied.At first, he asked Mary to help him, and then the person who did his manicure became Doris.

Heken folded the letter and stuffed it back into his pocket, got up and walked to Cyril's side, took his hand and put it in the palm of his hand to read carefully.The boy's hands were small and soft, with fair and tender skin. Heken squeezed his palms and asked casually, "Do you know why I asked you to do your nails?"

The boy looked at him puzzled.

The man suddenly gave a sneaky smile—if old Jack was there, he would have found the same smile as the master had told him a few months ago when Felix had an ulterior hobby—he slowly bent down, Put yourself at eye level with the boy sitting in the chair.

"My uncle asked me to do the same when I came here on the first day I was 19 years old." He said slowly in a volume that only they could hear, pinching the boy's soft fingers with his fingers, "for To please the vampire. Everything we do is to please him. Maybe my brother already knows about the vampire's hobby..." He leaned closer to the boy, and put out another hand to caress his cheek, rubbing his thumb With pierced lips, flashing eyes, and a slow and ambiguous tone, "He seems to like you very much, very, very much. Do you know what he did in my room?"

A strange expression mixed with disgust, obscenity and excitement appeared on the man's pale and swollen face. Cyril shrank back subconsciously. Looking at his uncle's face, he was sweating for no reason.The fingers sticking to his face were like a cold gecko, and he felt unwell, his belly churning.

"He sucked my blood - oh, of course there is no doubt about it. He will also ask me to touch him, and he will take off his clothes and ride on me," Heken stared at the boy's face full of puzzlement and fear, Getting more and more excited, he licked his lips, and in a sticky voice, he told the boy what they had done in his room, his breathing became fast and his eyes even burst out Shooting with passion that would never appear in normal times, "And the vampire likes you very, very much, I guess he will do the same to you, touch you, kiss you, let you ride-"

The boy suddenly closed his eyes and let out a scream.He withdrew his hand from Hucken abruptly, jumped off the chair and threw his uncle away with all his strength, and fled out of the dinner room without looking back.

He was running in the dark and long corridor, his back and waist hurt from the impact just now and the intense running at this moment, but he didn't dare to stop, for fear that his uncle would chase him and grab him to continue the topic just now.

In fact, he didn't understand much, but his uncle's tone and expression made him want to vomit.He didn't want to hear any more, didn't want to know what his uncle had done hiding in the room with the vampire, didn't want to know what the vampire would do to him—he didn't dare to know.All he wanted to do now was to escape into his room, lock the door behind him, and wrap himself in a blanket in the dark.

He lowered his head and desperately stepped up one step after another, but when he was about to go up to the second floor, he bumped into someone's leg.Panting and hastily apologizing, he raised his head, only to see a face as pale as a ghost.The cold green eyes looked down at him who was on the verge of falling, he hesitated, he didn't notice that his foot was in the air, his body swayed and fell backwards, he exclaimed, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and a cold hand held it.

His surprised eyes fell on his own hand, he saw his fingers and neatly trimmed nails.

He remembered his uncle's words.

Looking up, the pair of cold green eyes were still staring at him.

The touch suddenly became sticky, and the cold touch was like a lazy snake, climbing along his arms to his shoulders and neck.

It also strokes his face.

And touch his lips.

It will strip his clothes.

There was a stir in the stomach.

The broth he drank rose from his stomach to his throat.

Cyril vomited on the stairs.

He shivered to avoid Felix's hand, coughed in embarrassment, and murmured "Don't touch me", with a hint of crying in his voice.The vampire asked him what the scream was about, and he didn't answer, just ran away from him quickly, went upstairs, entered the room and slammed the door behind him.

Felix, still standing on the stairs, watched the boy run into the room, glanced at the filth at his feet, and went downstairs to find Hucken still drinking in the dinner room.

The sudden appearance of Felix last night surprised Hickey, but now Hickey is very calm, as if he knew in advance that Felix would definitely appear.He got up and walked towards the vampire with the cup in his hand, wanting to lean on him drunkenly, but was avoided without a trace.The man whose cheeks were flushed from drinking hiccupped, smirked a few times, raised his face and said: "The number of occurrences in the past half a year is more than the sum of the past ten years. When I taught him last night, you He ran out suddenly, today he screamed you are here again... Hey, I said, do you like that kid?" He staggered in front of Felix, and patted Felix's chest with the back of his hand, "I'm all with you He promised to keep his nails neatly manicured... Well, but he's so small, well... I've heard that some people have this habit, looking for children so young. Felix, the child's The face and fingers are unbelievably soft, the skin is as smooth as the finest silk, you'll love it, you'll love it..."

Heken babbled many unexpected obscenities with the help of alcohol. He talked about Cyril and the whore he was with, laughing and confusing them.Felix didn't speak, took the wine glass from Heken's hand and put it on the dining table, raised his hand and pushed him to the chair to sit down.

"I'm going to send Cyril to your room, and you won't sleep all night." Heken smiled complacently and wretchedly, as if he had finally caught the vampire, "You like him, you like that one Children who can be crushed to death with one hand, they..."

The white fingers strangling the throat cut off the unspoken words.

"You're drunk." Felix said softly, without blinking his eyes as he tightened his fingers.

Heken, who was having difficulty breathing, widened his eyes in astonishment, struggling to get rid of Felix's hand, but the vampire's hand held his shoulder firmly.The other party's calm eyes made the drunk suddenly half awake. He was shocked suddenly. What he said just now flowed through his brain, and realized that he had probably broken through the unspeakable secret. He raised his hand and grabbed it. Felix's wrist, trying to order the other party to back away in the name of false and ridiculous master, opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

The hand on the throat became tighter and tighter, and the suffocation was gathered at the soft palate under the jawbone, and the more he struggled, the more dizzy he became.The buzzing sound came to his ears, and stars interlaced with gold and silver fell into the dark field of vision. He blushed and waved his arms wildly in horror, kicking Felix's calf in a panic.

The cold fingers left his body abruptly, and abundant air was sucked into his body along his wide-open mouth, gathering in his lungs and slowly pushing away his ribs.The humming and the scattered stars gradually faded and disappeared from the world, and Heken suddenly got up and hid behind the back of the chair, staring at Felix vigilantly, for fear that he would make another attack without warning.

"Are you sober?" Seeing the strangle marks slowly rising on Heken's neck, Felix was not ashamed.

Because of the contract, the Mueller family cannot kill Felix, and Felix cannot kill anyone in the Mueller family.Although he had relied on the contract for many years to be confident, but in those countless moments full of suffocation and fear just now, Heken sincerely thought that Felix would kill him here and now.

Unsettled fear surfaced on his face, a pair of blue eyes moved left and right suspiciously in the eye sockets, Heken panted, grabbed the back of the chair with one hand to stabilize his trembling body, and swallowed to make Felix back down.

Felix nodded, saying that Cyril vomited on the stairs and asked someone to clean it up as soon as possible.

"I, I'll find someone right away." Heken found his jaw was shaking, and when he spoke, his teeth collided uncontrollably, making an obstructive clicking sound.

He cursed in his heart.

"Good night." Felix turned around, and when Heken breathed a sigh of relief, he turned his head again, "I don't like human beings, no matter how old they are, no matter how soft their fingers are or how smooth their skin is. You are a different species."