Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 226: Inhumanity

In the new suburb, Catherine the "Phantom Blade" in a cloak is sitting crookedly on the roof, leaning against a chimney that looks precarious.

She clasped her broken arm tightly, stroking the wound that was blocked by dead flesh and bone after the ability took effect.

Accompanied by sudden bursts of phantom pain, countless fireworks exploded in the distant night sky, reflecting the whole city in colorful and gorgeous colors.

In the alley at the far end of the line of sight, a young man wearing exaggerated costumes and funny makeup returned with a tired face. Against the backdrop of the fireworks behind him, he dragged a suitcase full of props and moved to his home with difficulty. At the door, he took out a thin purse with great care and caressed it back and forth. Only then did he muster up the courage to push open the door with anticipation and apprehension.

Catherine squinted and counted the beat.

One, two, three.

As expected, a few seconds later, the lights in the room were turned on, and at the same time another old woman's reproach sounded, filled with words such as "copper plate" and "what to do".

Catherine sneered in her heart.

Damn, how many years.

As the urban area expands, the money for odd jobs in the city still hasn't increased?

It's your fault that Emerald City is getting richer and richer.

But the smile in her heart gradually froze.

Unbelievable, not long ago, she was still in a corner of the capital—the dirty underground world where the nobles would hold their noses and would not approach—the eldest sister who responded to everyone, with a lot of energy, and connected with all directions, when she frowned If you speak, even ordinary dignitaries and city officials have to be polite, even the chief of the security department in Xicheng, who was a war hero, has to be cautious.

Even a ruthless character like Heijian Qincha had to sit down and negotiate with her under pressure, make concessions to her, and obediently vomit the fruits of the night's war.

But that's the point.

Because no one knows better than Catherine where the power that makes her respond to everything comes from, where the lucrative and lucrative business comes from, and what is the foundation of the respect and prestige that others cannot match .

So when the call of "Ning Yinyou" came, she had no choice.

No matter how reluctant she was, she could only leave overnight, return to her hometown, the past, and Emerald City.

Back to the place she spent her entire life fleeing desperately.

After all, she didn't want to make the same mistakes that Turnbull and Red Viper had made - the former lost his soul to the prison river and took a free ferry, while the latter ran away with his head in his arms and could only eat leftovers.

However, until now...

Catherine felt a dull pain in her broken arm and lower abdomen, but she didn't change her face, she didn't seem to notice it—just like when she was beaten with a cane by the nuns in the poorhouse.

Now that she has lost everything, she is as depressed as a bereaved dog, and can only hide in the place she hated the most and was most used to when she was a child, lingering on her last breath.

Pray to see the sun tomorrow.

Catherine clenched her fists instinctively.

But after a few seconds, she realized that what she was squeezing tightly in her consciousness was the hand that she had lost long ago.

But that's the point.

Isn't it?

Catherine let out a breath, let go of the imaginary hand, and clenched the remaining fist tightly.

The rules of this world are like this, everyone is climbing, coming and going, up and down, those who can keep up will advance, and those who can't keep up will fall.

There is always someone climbing up and someone always falling down.

And she's used to it.

Just like her grandfather, his legs and feet were too slow to walk, and he was lost among the rebels—who knows if it was the cruel and brutal rebels, or the defeated soldiers who fled from the kingdom itself, or even the waves of Qin Wang's army heading to the front line, anyway It's all the same, and nothing will be left where they pass by——in the team, there has been no news since then.

Like her mother, in the messy refugee camp, she was sold by her father to a group of soldiers who were also 'hungry' for the price of two pieces of bread, and she was dragged away in shock and numbness, never to return .

Like her father, he hesitated for a while about the transaction price because he had filled his stomach, and failed to sell her to another 'good family' before Catherine secretly sharpened the blade in his hand, So I went to Prison River early to get rid of the pain.

Just like her younger brother, he didn't notice the push behind his sister, so he fell and failed to catch up with the carriage of the orphanage to take the orphans into the city, and finally he was not blessed to enjoy the old ladies in the city The kindness and generosity that was enough to touch the Star Kingdom, and the generous charity of a spoonful of porridge for three days.

Just like Nadia, after the girl understood how much a good priest who was generous and kind and gave the girls an extra spoonful of porridge every day cared about their "bodies", she didn't have the guts to hand it to the girls herself. Her sharp blade finally hanged herself alone under the statue of the setting sun goddess, and she got her wish and went straight to the kingdom of heaven.

Like that good priest, after expressing to him the sadness of the death of his best friend and the fragility that desperately needed comfort, he showed great kindness, compassionately volunteered to make an unknown "late night confession" for her, and finally Lost reputation, career, and, of course, nose.

Just like the pretty girl she shared the same room with when she first joined the Blood Bottle Gang.

Like Dogtooth Bot.

Like Turnbull.

Like...

Faces flashed before my eyes, vague and real.

The next second, the wound in the abdomen was throbbing again, causing Catherine to frown slightly.

Phantom Blade shook his head, left the memory and returned to reality.

No, someone always climbs up and someone always falls down.

Catherine sniffed and forced herself to curl the corners of her mouth, revealing a decisive smile.

If you climb up, keep climbing, if you fall down, go on your way again.

Until you climb to the top and reach the finish line.

Just, is it possible for her to climb to the top? Does this road really have an end?

Or, as long as she climbs with all her strength, she doesn't care about other things, is that enough?

Suddenly, Catherine felt something in her heart. She stood up slowly while leaning on the chimney, and turned her head.

At some point, a strange yet familiar figure appeared on the roof not far away, facing her from afar.

Flickering under the firework.

Catherine shrunk her child's hole, her breath stopped, and she subconsciously wanted to draw a knife!

But she quickly understood what was happening, and she paused.

"Fuck," Catherine sighed, let go of the handle of the knife, and put down the hood, "you still found it here."

The masked uninvited guest remained motionless, just staring at the flames in the sky.

"You should run for your life, little knife." He said softly.

God knows how much she hates that old nickname.

Catherine snorted coldly:

"Exact words, Turnbull's wild dogs."

Lausanne II laughed lightly.

He turned his head slowly, looking at the abandoned sentry tower not far ahead.

"I know, this is a trap."

Catherine's expression changed.

But she was the boss after all, so she quickly adjusted and laughed loudly.

"Of course!"

She waved her single arm, thumped the chimney beside her, and laughed loudly:

"I knew you would come! Even if you knew that my mother did it on purpose! I knew I wanted to kill you! Ha!"

Phantom Blade's laughter spread in the night sky, but the surrounding dwellings were quiet and there was no sound.

Lausanne II did not speak, and the eyes behind the goggles looked at her quietly.

Damn it.

Catherine gritted her teeth.

"But do you really know who you're fighting against?"

Losang said nothing.

"I'm not talking about his status and power! But from the Blood Bottle Gang to the Kongming Palace, he seems to have predicted everything, calculated everything, and took the entire Emerald City as his own in just a few days. Slaughter! Do you know how scary he is?"

Lausanne II smiled, he shook his head:

"I have faced more terrible things."

Or, followed.

Katherine's smile faded.

"Your temper is the same as back then." Huan Ren put away his smile and pouted, "You don't look like a qualified killer."

Phantom Blade's eyes moved, intentionally or unintentionally:

"More like those sour knights."

Hearing this word, Lausanne II's eyes moved.

"You don't understand me," he said hoarsely.

"But someone understands," Huan Ren coldly snorted upon hearing the other party's answer, "Do you know who it is?"

This time, Lausanne II did not speak again, he slowly reached out and held the hilt of the sword.

Catherine's complexion changed drastically!

"Wait!"

She took a few steps back and looked around anxiously:

"Don't you want to know what happened back then? How did Turnbull fail?"

Lausanne II paused, he shook his head, his smile getting colder:

"I don't want to."

Catherine choked.

"Do you want to know who betrayed Turnbull back then?"

The killer still gave the same answer:

"I don't want to."

Catherine was anxious and said loudly:

"It's them!"

She patted her chest with her single arm, her breathing was short:

"They want you to die! They want Turnbull to die! They want the Blood Bottle Gang to be obedient again! And we are just, we are just doing errands, doing errands, and doing things!"

"I know," Lausanne II was unaffected, and slowly drew his sword, "I will strike quickly."

Katherine was starting to really feel the tension.

"But you, you don't want to, don't want to ask 'them'... don't you ask who are those big shots?"

Lausanne II chuckled lightly.

"I came back for them."

Catherine swallowed.

"You can't beat them."

"I know," Lausanne II drew out his long sword completely, "I knew it a long time ago, even before the Blood Bottle Gang."

This is a new longsword, made of high-quality steel and finely polished.

Catherine is in a hurry:

"Then why..."

In the next second, Lausanne II erratically leaped over a roof and rushed towards her!

At that moment, Catherine's hair stood on end!

"Black Sword!"

Lausanne II paused.

Phantom Blade took two steps back, gritted its teeth and screamed loudly:

"You don't want to know, you don't want to know why you and Turnbull lost to him..."

"Are you losing to the Black Sword who is only super-strength!"

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"Your Highness is joking."

Li's eyes are indifferent, without any fear:

"I came across the sea from the Eastern Continent, and I live in a foreign land. Except for the servants of the younger generations, I don't have a single soldier. How can I make waves and overthrow the Emerald City?"

Yannick on the other side let out a mocking hum.

In the distance, near the center of the city, bunches of fireworks shot up into the air, illuminating the Kongming Palace above the giant rock.

Between light and darkness, Thales stared at Li, nodded slightly, and smiled slowly.

A second later, the prince turned around and faced the suburban houses under the tower again.

"Wyah!" he said loudly.

Footsteps sounded, Wyah came to the tower, and saluted the two foreign guests politely but cautiously.

"Your Highness?"

Thales didn't look back, just waved casually:

"Tell the two distinguished guests what you found."

"Me?" Huai Ya was caught off guard.

"Yes, it's you," Thales put his arms on the tower, feeling the cold wind of the night, "After all, you are the one who finally discovered the truth."

This sentence made the two blood races look at Huai Ya at the same time, and the latter couldn't help being surprised.

"Yes. Good night, my lords, I, I am Wyah Castle. So, where should I start, by the way..."

Huyer swallowed, and frantically took out his notebook.

"Your name is Caso," Li interrupted him softly, with a cold light in his eyes, "that is to say, you are the son of Gilbert Caso?"

Wyah paused when he heard the words.

Yannik smiled upon seeing this:

"Oh, the famous 'Sly Fox', the one who was one step away from the Prime Minister?"

Wyah was silent.

Two distinguished blood clansmen waited for his answer under the moonlight, one with indifferent eyes and the other with a mysterious smile.

A few seconds later, Huai Ya numbly and habitually took a deep breath, forced a smile, and replied politely:

"Yes, two, my father is..."

"He is my attendant."

Thales interrupted them coldly:

"Precisely, Chief Attendant."

Wyah was stunned for a second, and looked at Thales in surprise.

But the prince didn't look back.

He still turned his back to them, staring at the outside of the tower wholeheartedly, raising his binoculars to observe from time to time, as if nothing happened.

The two vampires didn't answer, but the way they looked at Wyah changed.

"Please listen to..."

Wyer—the prince's attendant took a deep breath, closed the notebook resolutely, and raised his head.

"We, the Star Lake Guards, have met the target to face tonight—also known as Lausanne II, who is most likely the former ace killer of the Blood Bottle Gang—more than once."

The moment the words were spoken, Huai Ya suddenly realized:

It turned out he didn't need notes at all.

"But every time, besides pain, he left us with more questions."

The two guests looked at each other, Wyah paused, straightening out his thoughts and logic:

"First of all, Lausanne II is highly skilled and unfathomable, there is no doubt about it, otherwise it would not have caused us such a headache..."

Huai Ya discovered that everything he wanted to say was actually engraved in his memory unknowingly beyond words on paper and pen after countless repetitions.

No prompt required.

Let's not say anything.

Even if he is not a genius with an unforgettable memory like his father.

"But in actual combat, he was sometimes strong and sometimes weak, with ups and downs. We have guessed the reasons for his unstable strength: old injuries, age, drugs, special finishing power, and even abilities, etc. , but we were all wrong. We missed the most important, but also the most inconspicuous point.”

"Which point?" Yannick asked.

But Wyah didn't explain too much, but continued directly.

"Secondly, in addition to the world's top swordsmanship, Lausanne II also has a terrifying ability, which he calls 'Evil Whispering', which can make people lose consciousness and fall into past memories, which is hard to guard against."

Yannik's eyes moved:

"A spirit-affecting ability, interesting."

Wyah shook his head:

"But the strange thing is that his control of this ability is not fine, it can even be said to be extremely rough, and even conflicts with his own swordsmanship, several times."

Yannik glanced at Li on the other side, but Thales still kept his back.

Way Yayi continued:

"Thirdly, in order to avoid his pursuit, two of my comrades hid in an abandoned sewer that no one knew about, bottomless, and more like a labyrinth, but they were still chased by Lausanne II. Up.

"According to Lausanne II himself, the people in the sewers were talking too loudly, and he heard him on the ground - it was so outrageous that it seemed to be bragging.

"We suspected that there were moles in the sewers, and we also suspected that it was the blood bottle gang's tracking hounds-but later found out that the blood bottle gang's kennel suffered a disaster before that, all the guards died, and the dogs in the cage They were all let go."

Wyah sighed:

"How did he do it?"

This time, neither guest spoke.

"Fourth, Lausanne II's outfit is very special. No matter when and where he is, he is always in black from head to toe, with a mask and goggles on his head. Dress up, put on the mask, arrange the headgear..."

Wyer paused for a moment.

"At first, we guessed that it was the assassin's habit, and we also guessed that he might want to cover up his body features and hide his identity. But later, everyone knew his name, and he still wore it correctly."

Wyah's eyes sharpen:

"So I suddenly thought, is it possible that the dress is not for concealing identity, but for other, more important reasons?"

The two guests are still motionless, but Huai Ya has ignored them:

"Fifth, and the most tricky, weird, and incredible point: Lausanne II's unusual physique."

The attendant thought of what he had seen and heard, and was worried:

"The first time we fought against him, he escaped with several arrows in his body, but he was alive and kicking the next day; the second time we fought against him, he was sieged and scarred, but he still fought fiercely for dozens of rounds without losing the wind; For the third time, he was blasted from head to toe by a large amount of asphalt fireworks, but the next day he was able to join the generals to fight with swords; Strong poisonous wine..."

Wyah sighed and looked at the houses in the darkness:

"Of course, what is the result of the fourth time, I believe we will see in a while."

The face of the attendant changed:

"But as far as I know, in the circle of underground gangs, only the leader of the Black Street Brotherhood enjoys this strange legend of invulnerability and immortality."

At this moment, Thales, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke:

"It's just a legend."

The three of them were slightly surprised by the prince's interruption, but quickly returned to the topic.

"I couldn't figure out the answers to all the above questions, so I had to ask around and brainstorm."

Huai Ya said seriously:

"Until a senior former police officer of the Royal Capital sent me a dossier about a serial murder in Yongxing City decades ago."

Serial murder case.

Yannick frowned slightly.

The prince's attendant has sharp eyes, scanning the two guests:

"And the answers revealed in this dossier almost answered all the questions."

There was a long silence on the sentry tower.

Until Earl Li slowly turned his neck and asked a word:

"Everything?"

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"You."

Lausanne II stopped on the nearest roof, a few steps away from Catherine.

After a round of fireworks was set off, the night sky in the Emerald City became quiet.

The whole city is brightly lit, but here is the only place that is not in darkness.

"Because you betrayed us."

Lausanne II said softly.

"You and Fogg, you leaked the attack plan—we ambush Black Sword, and it became him who ambush us."

So, we lost to our own people.

Catherine frowned.

"You know it's Fogg? Impossible, then you still have to talk to him—" She quickly figured out the key, extremely unwilling, "Wait, that's why that old hat who raised fish betrayed me, Mix with the Red Viper!"

Fogg, that duplicitous coward.

Thinking of this, Catherine couldn't suppress her anger.

One day, I will feed that old hat to the piranha tank he raised!

Lausanne II shook his head:

"He's not you, Knife."

Fogg is a person.

And you.

You are just a knife.

Catherine took a deep breath.

"Well, even so, even if he was prepared to ambush you..."

She raised her head slowly, forcing herself to smile:

"But do you really think that Black Sword made a breakthrough in front of the battle back then, performed supernormally, and defeated you openly? Killed Turnbull?"

Lausanne II frowned slightly.

What?

Catherine sneered:

"Didn't you feel it that day when you fought Hei Jian?"

Phantom Blade tutted:

"That kind of unconscious erratic lightness, confused and confused perception, ups and downs of emotions, excited spirit, and between fingers..." Catherine described, and she began to tremble uncontrollably, "It's insignificant The trembling of the police."

Behind the goggles, the boyish hole of Lausanne II slowly enlarged.

"That kind of trembling is normal for ordinary people, but fatal for swordsmen." Catherine gritted her teeth and subconsciously hugged the severed arm tightly.

Lausanne II lowered his sword.

He stared quietly at his hand holding the sword—it was in a straight line with the sword edge, solid and steady, without trembling, like a frozen lake without a single ripple.

But...

"'Sunshine'." Lausanne II answered softly.

"Yes!"

Catherine beat the chimney hard:

"Yes, it was the 'Sunshine' who killed the boss of 'Dogtooth' - but aren't you surprised?"

Her tone changed, and she became gloomy and mysterious:

"Back then you were self-disciplined, in-depth and simple, and your diet and daily life were well-organized. In order to maintain a murderous state, let alone drugs, you did not drink alcohol or tobacco, let alone before you set out to act?"

Katherine opens her eyes wide:

"Why and where did you take in the 'sunshine'?"

Lausanne II clenched the hilt of his sword tightly, and his expression was difficult to distinguish under the mask.

"Don't you think about it, the day you set off to kill Hei Jian, or even the days, weeks, and months before that, what did you eat and drink?"

Catherine continued to speak, her vocal cords beguiling:

"Have you never doubted it for so many years?"

Doubt...

Lausanne II repeated in his heart.

"Dogtooth first, then you," Catherine sneered, "Aren't you surprised?"

Strange...

Lausanne II breathed suddenly.

Catherine smiled, very relieved:

"And when you came back, didn't you try to find her?"

She...

Lausanne II did not speak.

Phantom Blade narrowed his eyes:

"Then do you know where she is now?"

The next second, Lausanne II turned around, the sword flashed like lightning, and the night thundered!

Ding!

With a crisp sound, he blocked a hidden weapon with his long sword.

But at the same time, with a few swishes, more hidden weapons struck him from the night sky!

Trap.

Because he didn't know the details, Lausanne II no longer blocked rashly, but turned his feet continuously, jumped onto another roof, and dodged all hidden weapons in an instant.

Crack! Clap!

I saw the hidden weapons hit the ground, the wall, and the roof, making crackling noises and shattering one after another.

But at that moment, Lausanne II's complexion changed drastically!

Not true.

Something is wrong.

Lausanne II subconsciously covered his mouth and nose under the mask!

This smell is...

Yes...

The next second, Dongdi knelt down on one knee, gasping for breath!

The liquid splashed from the concealed weapon, which was actually just a glass potion bottle, splashed in all directions, overflowed the roof, and dripped down the eaves.

But Lausanne II's breath froze.

No.

Impossible.

Shock and fear appeared in his eyes, like a beast seeing its natural enemy.

Impossible!

No, no, no...

At that moment, every organ, tissue, and structure in Lausanne II's body, every unit, every corner began to tremble!

They struggled, roared, and rioted...

Trying to escape his grasp.

No!

"Hahaha, I already knew about you."

Catherine kicked away a broken medicine bottle under her feet, regardless of the pungent smell of the liquid inside.

"About how you changed from a hard-boiled tough guy killer," she gritted her teeth viciously, looking at the trembling opponent who was covering his head tightly, "to an incorrigible coward."

Cowards?

No.

No!

!

Lausanne II struggled desperately, writhing, resisting his body to the death.

Listen to me, listen to me, listen to me...

But they, they, they had never been so strong, roaring one by one, scrambling to crush his will.

No, no, no...

In his heart, he spoke to them almost pleadingly.

Please...

Not now, not...

The killer's vision began to change color.

It turned into that brilliant and terrifying scarlet.

With a clang, the long sword dropped from his hand and rang loudly on the roof.

Don't.

Please...please...you...

Finally, Lausanne II raised his head in pain and fear.

Looking at the smiling Catherine.

There is only one thought left in my mind.

Escape.

Run away!

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"In the past few weeks, what people have seen is that Lausanne II has committed several bloodbaths in the Emerald City, such as the death of wine merchants, wool merchants, and advocates, including the death of the special police officer, etc., which point to obvious points. It's so big, it was even used by Federico to accuse the Duke..."

Wyah has a serious expression:

"But at the same time, in places that are out of sight, in the gray areas and dark alleys of the city, there are many unremarkable deaths happening: the victims are mostly outlaws in gangs, In twos and threes, sporadic and scattered, the Blood Bottle Gang once thought it was a gang fight."

Speaking of which, Huai Ya changed the subject:

"However, there are more doubts about these inconspicuous 'gang fates'."

Yannik was thoughtful, while Li Ze's eyes were cold.

Thales held up the binoculars and looked at the scenery outside the tower, but he took a deep breath when he heard the words.

"First of all, most of the victims disappeared when they were sporadic. The blister knife was cut and burned, making it difficult to identify.

"But the Blood Bottle Gang is not the only one: Here, in Beimen Bridge and the new suburbs, on the site of the Black Street Brotherhood, some gangsters have been attacked and disappeared one after another. It's just that compared to the Blood Bottle Gang, the Brotherhood's local The boss acted more ruthlessly and suppressed the matter."

After Huaiya finished speaking, he looked at the two guests.

"This is no ordinary gang fight." Yannick said softly, frowning slowly.

"Of course not."

Wyer nodded solemnly.

The attendant took a deep breath:

"Decades ago, the serial murder case in Yongxing City caused panic, but it was successfully solved in the end. After finding the clues, only two police officers—one of whom was a trainee—were needed to capture the murderer in one fell swoop. .”

He stared carefully at Yannick Houllier from the Feast Leader:

"At that time, the former king Eddie even sent a letter of credence for this, and seriously questioned the leader of the banquet—the chairman of your council, Marvolo, immediately replied and apologized, claiming that he would send someone to deal with the matter and hunt down the fugitives of the family."

Of course, before the envoy of the feast came to intervene, the police officer solved the problem, and the murderer was tied to the rack and died in the open air.

Thales didn't turn around, but just nodded.

Yannick sighed:

"I was sleeping in the tomb at the time, and I heard it after waking up. There is no doubt that it was a tragedy, whether it is for your country or for us..."

Wyah interrupted him unceremoniously, as if they had already forgotten their identities:

"But everything recorded in that eucalyptus is almost everything that Emerald City has experienced today!"

Yannick was not angry, just bowed silently.

Huai Ya took a deep breath, waved his hand, and pointed at Haoyue:

"It's nothing else that causes Lausanne II's strength to fluctuate, but the weather!"

Thales saw with satisfaction that the two guests listened quietly without saying a word.

"When the red sun is high, Lausanne II is unwell and his movements are limited, and he can't do his best to be a super-level choice," Huai Ya's eyes widened. He is fast, physically strong, and powerful, coupled with his unparalleled swordsmanship, even the extreme world is hard to beat."

"And in so many fights, the only time he voluntarily escaped was indoors," Wyatt bowed, "Our archers shot through the windows from outside the house, and shot down the sunshade curtains .”

"That's why he has to be dressed that way—during the day, he needs adequate shelter from the sun, like a head-to-toe black cloth, to protect himself from the sun."

Wyer paused.

"As for his abilities... I found someone from the Blood Bottle Gang who knew him back then, and confirmed one thing: Lausanne II, or at least, the killer Lausanne II who was a dozen years ago, has no abilities .”

Yannik's eyes moved:

"There was no ability more than ten years ago? That means..."

Wyah nodded:

"There is no doubt that he has acquired the 'Evil Whisper' recently, and it has not been long—or, relatively recently, so he is not familiar with it in actual combat, and the control is unstable, contradicting himself."

Yannik looked at Li on the other side with complicated eyes.

At this moment, Thales suddenly read a scripture:

"'When the test comes, the devil will whisper, and the evil will whisper, in a language we cannot understand'."

The others were all taken aback.

I saw the prince turned to the guests of the Kingdom of the Night, and sarcastically said:

"I'm just curious, how could someone think of taking references from the sacred "Sunset Teaching Scripture" to name his... this kind of person's ability? For what, irony, or ridicule?"

Li was silent.

Thales chuckled lightly, waved his hand, and signaled Wyatt to continue.

"This also explains his superhuman perception," Wyatt said, "Lausanne II was able to track all the way to the sewer, not by a dog's nose, but by his sensitivity to the **** smell of the target. As for the fact that he heard Someone underground is talking too loudly, he can hear it standing on the ground, I'm afraid it's not bragging, but the truth, it's a special racial talent."

Doubt takes a deep breath:

"In this way, there is an answer to why Lausanne II was repeatedly killed, including the attacks and disappearances of so many members of the Blood Bottle Gang and Brotherhood."

The attendant stared at the two guests, unable to hide his resentment:

"Because every time he takes action, especially after every serious injury, he needs nourishment, food, energy, and special supplements to exert his super strong racial resilience. Repair the wound at a high speed, with 'immortality and constant renewal'."

Hearing "Immortality is always new", Yannick frowned subtly.

Just listen to Huai Ya coldly snorting:

"This is why, those who suffered as 'foodstuffs', whether they were spectator thugs or street thugs, their bodies were manipulated, blistered, knifed and burned—to cover up their death method , especially open wounds on important blood vessels.”

"It's not just them."

Thales interjected:

"It also includes those key figures-the wine merchant, the wool merchant and his mistress, the retired chief of security, and Kaguire who received me. In fact, they were all bloodletted to death. "

The young man shook his head with complicated emotions:

"I guess, as a 'novice' who has only been in the business for more than ten years, Lausanne II is different from you. He can't control his desire very much-it's inhuman."

After hearing the prince's strange ending, there was a long, long silence on the sentry tower.

Until Yannick sighed:

"Us?"

Hua Ya snorted coldly.

"That's right, after all the clues are integrated, they all point to the only possibility."

His eyes are vigilant and decisive:

"Lausanne II, who once survived a catastrophe and returned to the Emerald City more than ten years later, is no longer a human being."

Wyah held down his sword hilt:

"He has long since become a cruel, vicious, impulsive and savage..."

The attendant looked at the two unusual guests, took a deep breath, and finally gave up the more polite address:

"Suck, blood, ghost."

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Eternal Star City, Fuxing Palace.

"Don't worry, that file was edited by your brother back then."

Under the lights, Lady Jine lowered her head and processed the palace documents in front of her:

"The secret department of the kingdom is very clean. No one, including the Ka Suo family, will find out that the rookie trainee security officer who has only been employed for a few years is actually using a pseudonym."

Before the window, a strong figure was silent for a long time.

"Resume."

"No problem, the secret department has even compiled this." Ji Ni did not raise her head, her voice was teasing, "I entered the security hall through the back door, causing troubles again and again, and the 'non-staff temporary assistant trainee' guard who has no hope of promotion Officer, the chief villain of the Xicheng Police Department, Kai Yodel, unfortunately died in the war in the **** year, and the family has no father, no mother, no..."

Speaking of this, Jine realized something, and she raised her eyes calmly.

"That's right," the figure in front of the window pondered, "There is truth in the false, and the false is hidden in the true."

Jenny trembled slightly, lowered her head, her complexion pale.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"Why?"

The court lady suddenly spoke.

The figure in front of the window turned around.

"When I found the lair back then, I repeatedly told you to go back to the hall to report first, and then act after gathering support, but..." Ji Ni turned a page, seemingly carelessly:

"A certain stunned young man just doesn't listen."

The figure opposite was silent for a while, as if recalling the past.

"Because then it will be too late, and the credit will only be someone else's."

"Really?"

"My direct supervisor is very harsh," said the opposite figure indifferently, "she often educates me while smoking, 'everything is for the sake of breaking the case'."

There is also a time limit.

Jenny was silent when she heard the words.

A few seconds later, she couldn't help laughing.

"So," Ginny snorted softly, "you just happened to bump into that vampire getting up, and almost got your carotid artery torn?"

The figure paused for a while, and he slowly reached out to touch the collar of his neck.

And the scar down there.

"Almost."

He quietly said:

"You found something wrong later, so you arrived in time."

Jenny's smile disappeared:

"What if I can't make it?"

"That certain security officer will be much more relaxed, and he will no longer have to wipe the **** of Shabi's subordinates who walked through the back door." The figure on the other side didn't care.

Officer Jini snorted coldly, then lowered her head again:

"Asshole."

"Besides," the figure snorted softly, "if I hadn't done that, I would have died, that old Vitano who was mean, hidden, sneaky, and only listened to my father's orders, he How can you be willing to do it?"

Jenny still didn't look up, she was not polite:

"It deserves it."

The lights flickered, and the room fell into a long silence.

Until that figure's voice sounded again:

"Because of myself."

Jinie's eyes moved.

"Because I want to."

I saw the figure on the opposite side slowly pacing ~IndoMTL.com~ came to a gorgeous and expensive crystal shelf cabinet, looked at the nine-star crown kept there, and slowly stretched out his hand.

"Because at that time, I was used to relying on my elder brother," said the figure on the opposite side, seemingly in a daze, "with the help of the boss, the 'chief evil pen of the Xicheng Police Department'..."

"He wants it for the first time, no matter how stupid or dangerous it is, he wants it..."

"I want to rely on myself, only on myself, to make it..."

"...something."

Everything is fine.

Jenny was silent when she heard the words.

The figure also went quiet and stopped making any noise.

Only the nine-star crown in the crystal cabinet is left, which is still shining brightly and has never been dimmed.