[Zhongyingmei] Vampires also want to fall in love

He and I will always watch you...

Warlock never thought that Bruce Wayne's words would have such a big impact on him. After returning to the office, his mind was still full of Bruce's rare serious eyes.

The clerk put a cup of coffee in Warlock's hand and reported in a low voice, "Mayor Dowling, Attorney Dante, please see me."

"Let him in." Warlock shook his head slightly to drive Bruce Wayne's eyes out of his mind.

Harvey Dent is a star figure in Gotham. He is young, handsome and has a sense of justice. He became the prosecutor of Gotham at a young age. He is also friends with Bruce Wayne, the head of the old Gotham family, the Wayne family. Just know that the future is bright.How many girls had their hearts broken when he got engaged.

Warlock looked at Harvey Dente, stood up and shook hands with Dente across the desk: "It's an honor to meet you, Prosecutor Dante, and I hope we can have a happy cooperation in the next two years."

Dante smiled politely, and quickly put away his smile again: "I am also very glad to meet you, Mayor Dowling, but I have something to report this time."

"The former mayor once signed a secret document requesting the release of Clint Thorne. Before that, Clint Thorne was arrested on several counts of attempted bombing of the central bank of Gotham, kidnapping and murder. According to the investigation, the former The mayor accepted a 'ransom' of US$20, and the prosecutor's office planned to prosecute the former mayor for 'extorting bribes' a week ago, but the former mayor died before the prosecutor's office charged him."

"Wow, this is really bad." Warlock shrugged, as if expressing his regret, "So, according to the regulations, what will the prosecutor's office do in this situation?"

"The procuratorate will not investigate the illegal acts of the former mayor." Dante clenched his fists tightly, and seemed dissatisfied with the procuratorate's decision.

Warlock sat in his seat, folded his hands on his chest: "Prosecutor Dante, I regret that the former mayor was not punished by law, but since the prosecutor's office decided not to pursue it, what else do you have here today? something?"

Dante lowered his head slightly, the sunlight hit half of his face through the window, and the other half was hidden in the shadows: "I'm here to report to you the decision of the procuratorate."

Warlock smiled lightly: "Okay, Prosecutor Dante, I see, I have another meeting later."

After Dante closed the door, Warlock retrieved from the papers on the desk tenders from several large corporations, each with a thin check tucked inside.

The old bat fell sleepily on Warlock's shoulder. It really hated the sun, and the sun had made it languid for a long time.

"Son of the First Ancestor, we have found out about the Blood Slave. There is only one place in Gotham where no monster appears, or in other words, the monster was dealt with before it appeared."

Warlock was casually flipping through the bidding documents, and suddenly became interested after hearing the old bat's report: "Where is it?"

"Gotham's Chinatown."

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After a day's work, Warlock saw the familiar classic car across the street as soon as he stepped out of the municipal building. He told the clerk that he didn't need a special car to pick him up and got in the car directly.

"Mr. Aziraphale, isn't Mr. Crowley going with us?" Warlock was a little surprised that the driver was Aziraphale.

Aziraphale started the car skillfully, turned his head to meet Warlock's puzzled eyes, and said with a smile: "Crowley has to prepare for his concert, so he doesn't have time to go to dinner with us, because of his concert he doesn't Out of the concert hall."

"I have booked a seat in China Street, just go there."

When Aziraphale traveled the world, what interested him most besides literature was all kinds of food. Every time he went to a new place, he would spend a long time tasting the local food.

After receiving a message from Warlock, he immediately decided to go to China Street with Warlock. After all, Chinese food is famous for its deliciousness and variety.

The background color of Gotham is cold, bustling, gloomy and dark, while China Street is a different kind of Gotham, and the fiery red seems to be able to burn darkness and indifference.

When stepping through the arch of China Street, Warlock felt a strange force sweeping over him. With the arch as the boundary, there was a barrier separating China Street from Gotham.Warlock shook his palm lightly, his strength seemed to be suppressed a bit.

Aziraphale looked around without realizing it, and immediately found the restaurant he had reserved.He dragged Warlock into the Chinese restaurant, and was greeted by waiters in cheongsam to the reserved seat, and the dishes were quickly served on the table.

The atmosphere of the restaurant is also different from the hotel Warlock is used to. When he eats in the hotel, the people around him are very quiet and will not disturb others, and each table of guests forms an independent space.But here, the noise is endless, strangely not annoying.

Aziraphale took the napkin and tied it up very politely, took a piece of boiled fish with a fork and put it on the plate.The snow-white fish with fiery red chili looked very appetizing, and Aziraphale nodded towards Warlock and put the cut half piece of boiled fish into his mouth.

Red shot from the neck to the tips of the ears, and Aziraphale began to cough desperately.Angels seldom eat food on earth, and most of the food in heaven is bland, and it is difficult for Aziraphale to accept such a strong taste stimulation.

Warlock hurriedly served a glass of ice water before Aziraphale suppressed the spiciness.Warlock thought that Aziraphale would stay away from this dish, but Aziraphale, who managed to alleviate the spiciness, looked at the boiled fish with sparkling eyes, as if he was fascinated by this exciting taste.

Aziraphale, who still couldn't get enough of it, learned his lesson this time, put the boiled fish into the water to neutralize some of the spiciness, and then stuffed the fish into his mouth contentedly.

Warlock looked at the dishes on the table and had no appetite. He kept thinking about what the strange force was just now.

"Different inheritances have different power systems. No matter where Chinatown is, it is special. The red country has a power system that is completely incompatible with us. That power is hidden in every person who has the blood of that country and agrees with her. In the human body. When a group of people gather together, the power in their blood will form a special barrier to protect them."

"Maybe they will never know that they have special abilities in their whole life, but they will eventually understand what is protecting them. Their unity and will are beyond our imagination."

"Their power has a very special attribute of tolerance. As long as you don't try to hurt the people protected by the barrier, you can survive in the barrier. This sweet potato tastes good, you can try it sweet."

Aziraphale wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, and answered Warlock's doubts. He always felt that he had to concentrate when enjoying food, and he couldn't live up to the taste of the food.

Unraveling his doubts, Warlock accompanied Aziraphale to taste the next dish. At first, he just wanted to have a good dinner with the teacher, but he was overwhelmed by two dishes named Mao Xue Wang and Duck Blood Vermicelli Soup taste buds.

Just as the two of them were feasting, there were loud crashing and chasing sounds outside.

Warlock raised his eyebrows and looked at Aziraphale. Aziraphale took a sip of the soup calmly and responded: "What I just said is only for groups with special abilities. The guardian forces of ordinary people will not intervene in disputes." of."

Only the sound of broken glass was heard, and a black shadow crashed into the Chinese restaurant.The diners either ran out of the restaurant in a hurry or screamed and squatted on the ground. The waiter and the boss squatted behind the cashier with experience.

Warlock saw the appearance of the black shadow, and when the black shadow slid to his desk, he used the scepter to pull the man under the table.

A few burly men rushed in with great momentum, looked around and came to the cashier counter, pulled up the cashier's collar and pointed at her with a wooden warehouse: "Where is that person who rushed in just now? Tell me quickly, don't tell me I'm going to die!" about you."

Warlock could feel the person under the table move, as if about to rush out, and gave the person a kick to keep him from acting rashly.

The owner of the restaurant closed his eyes and covered his ears and yelled: "Let go of her! I said, I said! That person ran through the back door!"

Several big men looked at each other, left the waiter and chased out towards the back door.

After several people ran away, Warlock opened the tablecloth to let the person under the table come out. It was a young man in black and blue tights, with a good figure, but his face under the mask was bruised and purple.

Ye Yi licked his injured lips: "Sorry, I will compensate for the loss here."

After speaking, Ye Yi turned out of the Chinese restaurant, and when he turned around, Warlock clearly saw a shoe print on his buttocks.

Seeing the mess in the Chinese restaurant, Aziraphale and Warlock lost the mood to continue eating.

The owner of the Chinese restaurant sighed and the waiter helped the frightened diners up, and gave them free orders while helping them back.

When he came in front of Aziraphale and Warlock, the smile on the boss's face almost froze: "Two guests, I'm sorry to have surprised you, and the meal fee will save you from any shock."

"It wasn't your fault in the first place." Warlock could sense that Aziraphale had a good impression of the boss, and readily took out his wallet to pay for the meal.

The boss rejected Warlock's money: "Hey, I can't accept this money, you should keep it. If other people make trouble, I will accept the money. I can't accept those two people."

The boss didn't say who those two people were, but everyone present understood that many customers took out their wallets again.

Warlock didn't forcefully ask the boss to accept the money, but just put the money under the plate and left the restaurant quietly while the boss was going to the next table.

Aziraphale smiled and said to Warlock, "It seems that your idol has a very high reputation in this city."

Warlock looked up at the sky, looking up from the restaurant door just in time to see the giant bat projected overhead overlooking Gotham.

"Dinner is over, so I won't bother you with your business." Aziraphale patted Warlock on the shoulder, and drove away without any remembrance.

The old bat flew out of a lantern and landed on Warlock's shoulder: "The man who solved the China Street monster lives in the apartment at No. 21 China Street. People call him Charlie Chen. He is a detective and is well-known in Gotham detective circles." , He didn’t come out after returning home two hours ago.”

Warlock sniffed his body lightly, and there was a lingering smell of oily smoke: "You tell your subordinates to keep an eye on that detective, and I'll change my clothes and go find him again."

The author says:

★No Prize Guess: Did Warlock kick Juan or Jim?

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