The warden who guards the witches

That night.

Aiden returned to his apartment after get off work feeling like he was in trouble.

He saw a woman squatting in front of the door of his room, and... she looked familiar.

"Veronica?" Aiden called tentatively.

The other person was leaning against the door, with his head hanging down. Aiden couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he still vaguely recognized who he was.

Veronica seemed to be awakened from her sleep and slowly raised her face.

"Sir." A hazy smile appeared on her face.

With just this glance, Aiden could tell the other person's state: "You...have been drinking?"

"I drank a little." Veronica stood up slowly and smiled sheepishly, "I came here to ask you for another drink, but I accidentally fell asleep at the door, hehe."

She picked up a tote bag and Aiden saw the bottle inside.

"You just drank a little, right? You smell so heavy that you seem to have been fermented in a wine barrel." Aiden frowned, "Are you... okay? Hey!"

Veronica suddenly staggered and was about to fall, Aiden quickly helped her.

It was quite heavy, and Veronica almost collapsed. Fortunately, Aiden still had some strength and held her shoulders to support her.

Aiden smelled the smell of alcohol on the other person.

"Well...it seems like my feet are a little numb." Veronica said vaguely.

"It's a full moon today, how could you be so drunk and still come outside?" Aiden looked surprised.

Veronica almost never lost her temper like this in front of him.

"Well, sir, I'm...I came to your place after four o'clock, and it was still daylight at that time!" Veronica smiled in a frivolous way that was impossible on ordinary days, "Because it's so boring to wait. , just drank a little, and then fell asleep..."

Aiden estimated that it was already past seven o'clock, which meant that Veronica had been waiting at the door for nearly three hours.

While she and the other person were close together, Veronica leaned into Aiden's ear without any scruples and said, "Sir, I have something to tell you!"

"You go inside first and wake up at the bar." Aiden vaguely sensed the reason for Veronica's sudden drinking.

There's definitely a bit of a disconnect between them these days, and Veronica seems to be resenting his decision.

At this time, in the corridor of the apartment, a woman led her young son up the steps. They were Aiden's neighbors.

"Mom, the uncle across the street picked up a drunk woman and brought her home." The child raised his finger as soon as he saw Aiden.

"Shh, don't raise your fingers to others, it's rude!" The young lady pressed her son's hand down, and then looked at Aiden.

When Aiden was about to explain, the young lady opened the door to her room as if she were fleeing, and dragged her son in.

"..."

Listening to the other party slamming the door shut, Aiden foresaw what kind of rumors would spread in the neighborhood tomorrow, and couldn't help but seriously began to consider whether it was necessary to find a new place to live tonight.

He sighed inwardly, opened the door, helped Veronica in, and asked her to sit down at the dining table.

He decided to directly use the divine word of "return" to turn Veronica back to a sober state, but just when he was about to speak the divine word, Veronica, who was sitting down, suddenly became drunk and went crazy, slamming the table hard: " no!"

Aiden couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"I was drunk... and it took a lot of effort to have the courage to come over and talk to you. No! Change me back!!" Veronica glared at Aiden and said, looking like a cat with fried fur.

"You are drunk and crazy now!" Aiden was a little helpless. Veronica knew the power he had. "How can you talk about it when you look like this?"

"There are some things you can't talk about when you're sober." Veronica stared at Aiden with a forceful attitude she had never seen before, pointing to another seat, "Sit down, sir."

Aiden thought for a while and sat down.

He can actually understand Veronica's thoughts. He knows Veronica's thoughts. Indeed, emotional matters are sometimes hard to talk about when you are sober. A situation like this where you can pretend to be confused and laugh it off afterwards is more suitable for speaking from the bottom of your heart.

These days, he also feels a little uncomfortable with the awkward atmosphere between him and Veronica. Veronica seems to want to make things clear. If she avoids it here, this embarrassment will continue forever.

He decided to listen to Veronica's thoughts first.

As soon as she made this decision, Veronica suddenly took out the bottle of liquor that had been consumed for a third of the time from the bag and pushed it in front of Aiden: "Take a sip!"

"What is this doing?" Aiden was a little confused about this operation.

"I'm the only one who can't do this. Sir, you also have to get into the state." Veronica emphasized with a stubborn look, "I can't say anything like this."

Aiden can probably understand this idea. When a person is sober and the other is drunk, it often turns into a one-sided confession. Even if he is just pretending to go through the motions, he has to pretend that he is drunk too.

In the end, he picked up the bottle and took a symbolic sip. Veronica stared at Aiden and drank the sip of wine.

"Okay, now you go ahead." Aiden put down the bottle.

Veronica kept looking at Aiden, silent, and Aiden waited patiently for a while.

"I'm sorry, sir." Veronica looked at Aiden and said, "I'm really sorry."

"What?" Aiden was stunned for a moment.

Then, he felt discomfort - his body seemed to be slightly numb.

There's something wrong with the wine!

As soon as he realized this, Aiden wanted to speak the divine words.

At this time, Veronica suddenly jumped up, jumped over the table swiftly, and threw Aiden to the ground.

She sat on Aiden and put her hands on Aiden's neck.

At this moment, Aiden took a breath of cold air - Veronica actually betrayed him and attacked him.

The hands on his neck have not started to exert force, but with a little force, Aiden's throat can be tightened so that he can't speak. If the power of a pure-blooded werewolf is used to its full strength, it is not a problem to twist the neck of an ordinary person.

Although he mentioned to Veronica that Mr. Bloody's "betrayal" power can reverse a person's spirit, Aiden actually didn't seriously consider this possibility. He has been paying attention to Mr. Bloody's movements. According to the report of the goddess of vengeance, Mr. Bloody should still be in Shancheng.

Aiden heard footsteps and someone approached the apartment.

Veronica glanced at the door, and Aiden also looked over there. The mastermind behind the scenes jumped out immediately.

The figure wearing a cloak stood there, looking short and thin, and looked like either a woman or a teenager. The last body that Mr. Bloody Shirt replaced was the body of a young refugee.

"I didn't expect it, but in the end, I still won!" the man said.

Hearing the other party's voice, Aiden was stunned.

It was a woman's voice, and... it sounded very familiar.