Twilight you are my light

After a brief welcome, Marcus and Hillier took on the task of showing Hermes around the Volturi plus a stroll.

Originally, this task should be done by Caius, but Caius needs to work overtime to deal with the work he left behind, so Marcus said that he can take on the task of tour guide for Caius.

"Please feel free to visit, dear guest." There was an inexplicable meaning in Ah Luo's eyes, his white hands were folded together, and the ruby ​​ring on his hand was shining proudly.

Hermes got goosebumps from Ah Luo's soft voice and cadenced tone, he pretended to be flattered and nodded in response.

"Go play and be safe." Ahinodora told Hillier gently, even though she knew that Hillier's vampire physique and special abilities would not let him be harmed, as a mother, she always had different concerns.

"Don't worry, Mom." Hillier hugged Ahinodora's waist coquettishly and immediately let go.

……

The three people who visited were walking in the empty corridor. Although their steps were light, the sound of leather shoes still made a slight sound with the ground.

Marcus was originally a man of few words, but even so, he still dedicatedly took Hermes to visit the large and small collection rooms and exhibition halls of the Volturi Palace.

"Where are we going now?" Hermes walked behind Marcus with a tired face. They had already spent two hours visiting the Volturi Palace, and Hermes was already stunned by the corridors. up.

"Art Hall." Marcus replied succinctly, "the last place."

Marcus was still wearing his usual black robe, and his tall figure gave people a sense of security.The long hair that reaches the length of the shoulder blades hangs freely on the back, and the dark hair reflects a charming luster under the dim light.

Hermes looked at Marcus' tall and straight back in silence, and he always felt that there was a faint sense of despair in this man.

The most important thing that cannot be ignored in the Volturi Palace is its art collection hall with countless rare treasures. Volturi spends a huge sum of money on repairing and maintaining these works of art every year.The preciousness of these works of art lies not only in their scarcity, but also in the history they carry.

Many works of art collected in art halls are not the same as those circulating in the market. Many collections even experts in art appraisal do not know their existence, because the authors of many collections are relatively small, and some of them have not been published until now. little known.

There is no unified scoring standard for art, and the biggest scoring standard is personal subjective aesthetics.Therefore, the exhibits that can enter the art hall must meet the preferences of Ahinodora and Aro.

What an arrogant and harsh condition, but they are qualified for this.

Ahinodora and Arrow are deep art lovers. Although they have high artistic attainments, they have different preferences. What's more frightening is that their preferences will change with the passage of time, which leads to the art hall The exhibits here really have all styles.

From Rococo to Surrealism; Impressionism to Minimalism; Neoclassicism to Art Deco, even early Chinese porcelain and Japanese scrolls from the late Heian period.There are all kinds of artworks in the entire exhibition hall - but the most are artworks related to ancient Greece.

Since there are more and more changing styles in the art hall, and there are more and more things in the art hall, as a last resort, they can only release a batch of artworks to the Volterra Museum for human consumption while increasing the collection room. visit.

In this art hall that even Sulpicia jokingly called a "recycling transfer station", Hermes lifted his spirits. When he almost pressed his face in front of the statue, Marcus and Hillier stood aside and chatted.

"I heard that you had a quarrel with your father in Forks." Marcus said flatly, his tone was so flat that Hillier couldn't tell whether he was happy or angry.

"Well, I had a fight with him." Hillier absent-mindedly tapped the toe of his shoes on the floor, his hands in his trouser pockets, but his casual attitude did not arouse Marcus' anger.

"That's fine, but don't do such a thing next time." Marcus sighed and cared in his unwavering tone. He clearly knew Caius' expectation and love for Hillier, but Caius Erth's lame expression often makes the relationship between father and son full of coldness and embarrassment.

"There won't be a next time." Hillier stopped tapping the toe of his shoes, and his raised eyelids covered his scarlet eyes, which were burning with a flame called fighting spirit.

The conversation between Caius and him that night was always in the bottom of his heart. He realized that as a special existence among vampires, he must grow up quickly. Blind weakness and willfulness will lead to catastrophe one day.

"Oh, what a wonderful place!" After wandering around, Hermes walked back to Marcus and Hillier contentedly. A priceless treasure.

"You are welcome to visit again at any time, this way please." Although Marcus said polite words, his indifferent attitude made people feel alienated.

Marcus was the first to walk towards the door, but halfway through, he was stopped by Hillier.

"Let's... let's go this way." Hillier's face was full of confusion and embarrassment. He pointed to the opposite direction with his finger, and carefully said to Marcus, "It's faster to go over there."

Marcus's face with a loving smile fell slightly, and he quickly glanced at Hillier's face that hesitated to speak, and finally nodded gently in agreement.

The three of them walked towards the direction Hillier pointed in silence, and even the nervous Hermes could feel the solemnity of the atmosphere, but as a qualified guest, one must know how to keep silent when it is time to keep silent.

Marcus pushed open the door leading to another corridor, and what he saw was no longer the single corridor he saw in the afternoon, but a gorgeous corridor covered with blankets and tassels hanging on the wall.

Perhaps this should not be called a corridor, it is more like an independent exhibition hall than a corridor.

Hermes stared dumbfounded at the fact that there was such a hidden hall behind the art hall. He didn't understand why Marcus would omit this place on purpose, and he didn't know why Hillier would specifically mention it on purpose.

The three of them walked along this luxurious aisle, and Hermes looked curiously at the paintings on the wall. The paintings with the same height as the person and the heavy golden frame looked solemn and heavy.

Hermes originally wanted to speak to Marcus, but after glancing at Marcus who was as cold as a statue, he silently dismissed the idea of ​​speaking.

"Is this you?" He stopped in front of a smaller painting and looked at it carefully.

The woman in the painting is wearing a sky-blue dress, and she is lovingly holding a young child.The child giggled innocently on his pale face and waved his fat arms like lotus roots.

"Well, this is a photo of me when I was one month old." Hillier glanced at the painting in front of Hermes and replied.

"It's so big in a month? Did you grow up on hormones?!"

Although Hermes knew that Hillier's physique was different from ordinary people, hearing and seeing are two different experiences, the corner of his mouth still twitched unconsciously.

Hey, he's a doctor anyway. A one-month-old child is not as big as the one in the picture. I'm afraid this child is not a Super Saiyan.

"It's a pity, that's the truth." Hillier shrugged and said that he was also helpless.

"So you put the family photos here." Hermes scanned the faces in the photos, "Your clothing preferences are really different."

Both Marcus and Hillier had strange expressions on their faces when they heard this. It is no wonder that Hermes misunderstood. The three couples in the portrait were indeed wearing clothes from three different eras.

"It's not like that." To Hermes' surprise, Marcus said quietly, "This is the latest painting between us and our respective partners."

Hermes didn't speak for a long time after hearing this, and his usually cynical face was rarely serious. He seemed to understand the reason for the faint sadness on Marcus.

Every time Marcus takes the lead, the hem of his robe slightly blown by the wind seems to be expressing some kind of nostalgia, as if every corridor he walks through is inextricably linked with his memories .

I'm afraid his partner took his happiness with him when he left.

"...Sorry." Hermes lowered his eyes with pity. Compared with the feeling that he had never had, the feeling of having it and then losing it should be more painful.

"You don't have to feel sorry, it's a thing of the past." Marcus's calm face was slightly turbulent, how could such a thing pass easily.

"This is why you want me to come here." Hermes turned his gaze to Hillier, and he felt that Hillier's request at the beginning was very wrong.

"Yeah." Hillier nodded sullenly. At this moment, he felt a little guilty about uncovering Marcus's scars in front of the guests, but he chose to trust his instincts.

"My sixth sense led me to bring you here, but I don't see what you can do."

"What can I help? Could it be that I can help you find someone?" Hermes laughed at Hillier when he heard this, "It turns out that your sixth sense is not accurate every time."

"Can you?" Marcus suddenly became excited when he heard this, and his eyes like a pool of stagnant water suddenly lit up.

"Uh, but, Madam already..." Hermes was choked by Marcus's sudden enthusiasm, he looked at Marcus in embarrassment, and didn't say that word.

"...That's right, let's forget about it." The stars in Marcus' eyes went out again, and the red and black pupils returned to calm.

It's not that I didn't expect it, but I didn't give up.

"But I can help you with a psychic."

No.70 three

The room full of various materials and books exudes a quaint book smell, and the dim light illuminates the mannequins on the side, which looks very creepy and weird.There was a thick book spread out on the table, and it was full of notes.

The pages of the book are gradually withered and broken in the changes of the times. Neither people nor objects can break the shackles of the cycle of life and death. This is a way for nature to maintain balance, and it has some similarities with the assembly line of the factory.

Vampires seem to have broken this unsolvable program, but vampires are also humans in essence, they just evolved into a stronger species by chance.

There will always be people in this world who will trace the source and go to the bottom of it to find the source of vampires.They tried to explain the formation process of vampires, but perhaps even the first generation of vampires did not know what caused their birth.

Marcus was the researcher trying to find clues from the endless, but he wasn't born to be a researcher.Originally, he loved literature and poetry, but Di Timmy's death turned this "literary youth" into an "ascetic monk" who devoted himself to research.

Human death is medically judged as brain death and cardiac arrest, which represent the dissipation of life consciousness and the destruction of the body container.

But how to define the death of a vampire?

In his spare time, Marcus is obsessed with studying the peculiarities of the vampire group.If vampires are a special existence, is there a difference in the way of defining death?Why is burning the only way to turn a vampire into a handful of dirt?If people have reincarnation, do vampires also have it?

These questions seem to sound like the same thing, but there is a complex knowledge system behind it, especially the existence of vampires itself has subverted the knowledge base accumulated by humans for thousands of years, and it is even more difficult to study .

Why did Marcus want to do this kind of research that he had no interest in?

No one knows that there is actually a crazy idea hidden in Marcus's heart-he wants to find a way to revive Di Timmy.

Coincidentally, Marcus had such an idea because he always stared at the mannequin in the room after Di Timmy's death, and he realized this idea by looking at it.This mannequin was originally bought by Didimi from the human world, but he did not expect to lead Marcus on such a road one day.

Marcus, Hillier, and Hermes sat around a table, and in front of their table was the pot of soul flower that Marcus raised very finely.The small flower buds stand upright in the reddish-brown soil, and the large leaves are slightly curled, looking proud and romantic.

Hermes looked around Marcus's room, and finally he stopped his gaze on the mannequin in the corner of the room.

"You...have a unique taste." Hermes looked at the old mannequin and said in a low voice.

"My wife's legacy," Marcus replied, his face still expressionless.

Hermes seemed to feel that he had said the wrong thing, so he quickly stepped on the brakes and changed the subject.He turned to look at the small plant with a puzzled face. He had never had the experience of plant psychic communication: "Oh... Then, has this potted plant of yours ever bloomed? Why is it still glowing red?"

"Also, why did you choose to take a potted plant?"

Hermes' method of psychic communication is very simple. He only needs to find someone close to the target as a matchmaker, and then use the remnants of the target as a medium to start the psychic channeling. Last time he used the paintings left by Caius and Hillier Hillier was found.

Although it is said to be psychic, Hermes' psychic ability has not reached the point of defying the sky.His highest accuracy rate is nothing more than tasks like finding living people or communicating with dead human souls, but this is the first time he has psychic dead vampires, and he is a little unconfident.

It is very dangerous if Hermes' ability is not used well, after all, people are most likely to indulge in the past when they are alone for a long time.The psychic can make those lost people and things return to him for a short time. This kind of temptation is enough to make people fall into the illusory world.

Fortunately, Hermes was born without a single tendon in his brain (quoted from Caius' original words), and he seems to be more open-minded, so after all these years, his body and spirit are quite strong and healthy.

"It has bloomed, but not many times. It seems to be a pink tulip." Marcus patiently answered Hermes' words. He hadn't felt this kind of tension and embarrassment for a long time. Noldora was made of the ashes of Didyme after her death."

"Ahinodora..." Hermes seemed thoughtful, he seemed to have thought of something, but he shook his head and decided to get down to business first.

"Okay. Marcus, put your hand on my left."

"I want to go too!" Hillier jumped immediately after hearing that Hermes didn't want to bring his own intentions.

"What are you kidding me about?" Hermes waved his hand impatiently, "One more person is one more burden, I have a date tomorrow, can you save me some energy?"

Hillier closed his mouth resentfully upon hearing this, but his big eyes full of resentment kept staring at Hermes, making his hair stand on end.

Hermes spread the palm of his left hand and grabbed the hand that Marcus extended.Holding the unbloomed tulip with his right hand, he closed his eyes.

"After you start, the person you want should appear behind you. Don't look back, or they will disappear immediately." Hermes repeated a few words again.

Every psychic has a different way of dealing with ghosts, so they always have their own various rules.

"If there's no problem, shall we begin?"

"Ah."

Marcus closed his eyes after seeing Hermes' solemn expression, his eyes were suddenly filled with a dim and mottled light, the mixed colors of red, blue and blue made him feel extremely dizzy.He tried his best to keep his body sitting upright so as not to fall to the ground, and the hand holding Hermes tightened slightly.

After a long struggle with vertigo, Marcus finally regained his long-lost sense of balance.He was concentrating on using his keen senses to observe the movements of the outside world, but at this moment he felt that his insensitivity was in a mess, as if everything was covered with a hazy veil.

Marcus didn't dare to open his eyes rashly, he frowned slightly and waited for Hermes to give him instructions.But before he was allowed to open his eyes, the back of his neck was surrounded by a pair of cold arms.

Marcus trembled slightly. He froze and didn't dare to move. He just tentatively stretched out his hand and touched the cold arm resting on his chin. The coolness spread from his fingertips all the way to his heart.

That blissful ability infected Marcus, he only felt that his whole body was lying in a cool courtyard on a summer night, and the chirping insects outside and the gentle breeze brought him a certain kind of stability feel.

"Di Timmy?" Marcus' voice was a little hoarse, and he kept asking softly, with disbelief and panic in his tone: "Di Timmy? Is that you? Have you come to me?"

"It's me, Marcus." A pleasant female voice sounded in Marcus's ear, and her voice was full of satisfied sighs, "I'm relieved to see you live well."

"How can you think that I will have a good life!"

The peaceful atmosphere was broken.

Marcus changed from his previous gentle personality, he growled hysterically, and said in pain and anger with his generous hands on his face.He suddenly didn't want to obey Hermes' instructions, he just wanted to open his eyes and look back at his lover who had disappeared for two centuries.

"Don't look back." Didimi stopped Marcus from turning back in panic, and the arms around his neck tightened suddenly.

Marcus was firmly imprisoned by a force, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Hermes sitting in front of him.

Hermes' expression was a little funny, and the expression on his face seemed to be either joy or frightened.He looked at Marcus in deep pain without saying a word, and tried to give him an encouraging smile.

"I've had a hard time during the years you've been away."

After a long time, Marcus finally spoke, his deep voice mixed with nostalgia and grievance.He sat down on the chair dejectedly, his thin lips tightly pursed showing a bit of sadness.

The atmosphere became cold, and no one spoke for a while.

Annoyed, Marcus forced his brain to form a batch of new languages. He obviously had so many things he wanted to say to Didimi, but his brain got stuck at a critical moment.A swarm of information flooded into the brain, but they were all crowded in the gate, blocking each other and not allowing them to go out.

"The Volturi has been going well for the past few years, and there are many new members. After you died, Ahinodora died, but she was resurrected later. We wiped out the Romanian vampires, Ahinodora La and Caius gave birth to a child called Hillier, a very cute child, I think you will like it. Aro and Sulpicia are all fine, Aro is still the same, still collecting all kinds of abilities Or. Next year we plan to expand the scope of the Volturi's activities..."

The appearance of Marcus at this time is completely different from his usual image. He babbled about the time he missed in 200 years to Di Timi.But the more he talked, the more annoyed he became, and the more he talked, the more confused he became. His ability to express himself at this time, who has always been logical and rigorous, was almost zero.

That's not what he wanted to say.

"Tell me about yourself, Marcus." Didymi discovered Marcus' predicament, and she was always the first to see through the panic behind Marcus's quiet mask.

"I……"

Marcus opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, he blankly recalled what he had done in the past two centuries.He suddenly realized that everything had stopped after Didymi's death, and his daily life was just repeating the previous day, and his "tomorrow" was stuck at the moment when Didimi was turned into ashes.

"same as usual."

In the end, Marcus could only sigh with all his sorrow and longing.

Di Timmy rested her head on Marcus' forehead, and she closed her eyes tightly to suppress her sobs.She had been burnt beyond recognition, the burn scars on her face and body were shocking, and her skin and flesh were wrinkled together.

This is probably one of the scariest ghosts Hermes has ever seen. The last time he was stunned was the undead who was impaled and died centuries ago. When he was summoned, he was still wearing spikes, like A personal hedgehog.

"Go to me, Marcus." Didimi didn't want to torture Marcus anymore, she seemed to have made up her mind, "One day, we will meet again."

"Are you leaving again? Can't you stay longer?" Marcus heard the cruelty in Di Timi's tone, and he held Di Timi's arm tightly, fearing that Di Timi would disappear as soon as he let go.His voice was full of pleading, but it didn't shake Didymi's determination—just like before.

"Sure, you must find me." Di Timmy's mournful face cracked into a smile, and she tremblingly kissed Marcus's head, then let go of her arm and turned into a puff of smoke.

Marcus immediately turned his head to look back, the movement was so great that the chair fell to the ground, but no matter how quick he moved, he could only see a trace of residual fog.

"Do not!!!"

Marcus' eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth to restrain his grief and anger, but he failed.He flipped the table on his left to the ground, and the flower pot on the table fell to the ground with a crisp sound, which brought Marcus back to reality.

His sensory functions returned, and everything around him gradually became clear and audible.He seemed to suddenly realize what he had done, and stood silently looking at the broken flowerpot on the ground.The originally straight flower buds fell silently to the ground, and the soil was scattered all over the ground, exposing the roots of the plants.

"Wait for me, I will definitely find you."