At 9:30 in the evening, after taking a shower, Asa sat on the sofa with Gal in his arms and watched TV, which was playing a boring TV series.
— rattling.
The low sound of metal breaking attracted the attention of the two people on the sofa, and the two pairs of eyes looked together, and it turned out that the lock of the door was broken.
The heavy solid wood door was slowly pushed open, Lyle and Seaman walked in one after the other, "Nine o'clock nonsense bubble show?" Seaman held a pointed metal cane, watching Looks like a medieval gentleman.
Asa glanced at the broken doorknob and raised his eyebrows, "Has Mr. Seaman always entered the door like this?"
"Of course not, it's just that Mr. Asa's ability is here, so don't waste it." Seaman walked and sat down on another sofa. Lyle glanced at the gentle Seaman, and saw that the other party didn't insist on letting him sit. After reaching the meaning beside him, he carefully moved to the other side of the sofa.
"Father, Uncle Seaman broke the door." Gal looked at the two who broke into the room with cold eyes, and complained to Asa in a sticky childish voice.
"It's okay, Dad will fix the lock." Asa raised his eyebrows, and looked at Seaman with his chin slightly raised, "I thought you would not come out until tomorrow morning."
The expression on Seaman's face remained unchanged, and he rubbed the silver snake handle of the metal crutch with his fingertips, "Just now I was just showing Lyle his wound, am I right? Lyle."
Lyle's expression was grim, but he still said reluctantly, "Yes..."
Asa tightened his arms and pulled Gal into his arms, "It's so late, what can Mr. Seaman come to see me for?"
Seaman stroked the crutch in his hand and did not speak, staring at Asa as if he was considering his words.
"Actually, I heard from Lyle that your memory started after you woke up from the cemetery, ah cemetery, that is really a good place." Seaman looked straight at Asa, and continued unhurriedly, "I'm just curious, why do you want to be a magician when you have lost your memory." His eyes moved down inadvertently, and he glanced at the child in Asa's arms.
The smile on Asa's face subsided slightly, and he looked at Seaman with a cold expression, "Mr. Seaman, do you believe in soul transfer?"
Seaman was taken aback, glanced at Gal meaningfully, and did not speak directly.
Lyle, who was sitting on the side, was also taken aback for a moment, and then thought of Asa's investigation of Mu Yuan, "Oh my dark god, did you investigate that magician just to—"
Asa stared straight at the TV screen, and said slowly, "That's right, when I saw Mu Yuan's photo, I felt an unprecedented sense of belonging in my soul. It was as if there was a voice in my heart saying—" Yasa Sarah closed her eyes, quietly feeling the slow beating of her heart, "Yes, I am him, and he is my past."
Asa opened his eyes sharply, and looked deeply at Lyle, "If you were human, you might think this is ridiculous. But you are vampires, and besides the human world, there is also the vampire world. There are other interfaces." Then nothing is impossible.
Seaman paused for a moment while rubbing the handle, staring at Asa thoughtfully.
After a long time, he replied slowly, "There is no such thing as soul transfer, but I know another possibility."
The corners of Asa's eyes twitched, and his body leaned forward slightly, "What's possible?"
"The return of the soul." Heman looked straight at Asa, and repeated with affirmative tone, "I know the possibility is the return of the soul."
Lyle and Asa were stunned at the same time, and Lyle looked at Asa in disbelief, because he had heard about the return of souls.
"Soul, return?" Asa frowned, he didn't expect the answer to be this, "What is that? Is there no other possibility?"
Seaman smiled slightly, "Do you think that all souls can be transferred to other people's bodies after death? Only those who have obtained eternal life have the possibility of returning their souls after leaving their bodies."
Heman seemed to be talking to Asa, but his eyes were fixed on the child in his arms all the time, and he asked in a voice that the other two couldn't hear, 'Your Highness, do you think I'm right? '
There was a smile that didn't belong to this age on Gal's immature face, but it was quickly covered up, "You're right. '
'Then can you tell me who Asa really is? '
Gal looked straight at Seaman, and replied unhurriedly, 'My love. '
'...' Seaman raised his eyebrows, and answered Samael's irrelevant questions without saying a word.
Lyle looked at Asa blankly, and recalled, "I only know that those pure-blood adults sleeping in the sleeping place, their bodies are waiting for the return of their souls—"
Asa frowned, "Could it be someone else's soul?"
Seaman stared closely at Asa, and unconsciously turned the silver snake crutch with his left hand, "The sleeping body will only wait for its master to come back, and only its master can wake it up."
Asa stroked the soft fur on the top of Gal's head, and asked calmly, "Then what do you mean, this body is also mine now, but it has waited for my soul?"
Seaman smiled slightly, looked at Asa with dark pupils and nodded, "I think so." He touched his chin after speaking, "No wonder you choose to be a magician, I actually want to ask you tonight Do you have any plans to return to the Blood Race Realm in the future, it seems that you have other things to do."
There was a flash of understanding in Lyle's eyes, and he looked at his fingers and whispered, "Then my lord chooses the profession of magician—"
"It's not just because of Mu Yuan." Asa's eyes were a little empty, and he stared at a point in front of him and murmured, "When I saw that destroyed coffin, my heart seemed to be ignited—" That should be what I need to be persistent to complete Dream.
Lyle came back to his senses, covered his cheeks and yelled, "Oh my lord, it turns out that you have been a pure blood for a long time, but why do you have childhood symptoms?"
Asa was taken aback, his lake-blue pupils were full of doubts, "When I woke up, I was wearing medieval clothes. I think I probably slept for a long time, but why am I still in my infancy?"
A hint of doubt quickly flashed across Heiman's face, but it disappeared immediately. Only His Royal Highness Satan Ye knew everything, since the other party didn't want to say—
"Maybe it's not right where your lord is sleeping?" Heiman glanced at the yelling Lyle, stood up and said to Asa, "It seems that we can't know the whereabouts of lord Cain from you, so we I will bid farewell first."
Lyle obviously had nothing to say, squatting on the sofa and said to Asa, "Oh God of Darkness, I almost forgot the important thing, Dean said that the matter that the Lord wants to investigate has some clues, and he brought the Lord other information."
Asa leaned against the back of the sofa with his eyes closed, and stopped talking in response with a faint expression. He had learned too much information in one night, and it needed to digest it.
— clang.
Asa opened his eyes and looked at the closed door, his lake-blue pupils dimmed, is it a returned soul
So - am I you? Asa.
Asa poked his fingers into the collar of his pajamas, pulled out the exquisitely cut necklace, and stared blankly.
But why don't you remember it at all
"Dad? You—" Gal's facial features were wrinkled together, and he looked at Asa with some anxiety, "Didn't Dad remember the past?"
The coldness in Asa's eyes dissipated a little, "Yeah, I don't remember anything when I wake up, it's like—" He tightened his arms and tightened his arms around Gal, "I'm redundant."
Gal turned over, hugged Asa's waist with his short arms, and said reliantly, "Dad is not redundant, Dad still has me." The immature childish voice was a little sad, "I am the redundant."
Asa was startled, and looked down at the top of Gal's head, remembering the night when the two met for the first time.
The dark alley, the baby in the dirty trash can, that night was the first night the two met.
Maybe it was because of this that I, who was so guarded, would hug him back.
Cal buried his face in Asa's belly, and said childishly, "Fortunately, Cal has a father, and father also has Cal." The voice was full of dependence, "Then we won't be redundant."
"Hmm." That wouldn't be superfluous... right
Suddenly drowsiness swept over his nerves. It is reasonable to say that nocturnal creatures like vampires will not be sleepy, but he will be very sleepy when it is around ten o'clock—
Asa, who was holding Gal, was about to go to sleep, and his eyes could hardly be opened.
"Father? You said you want to repair the door." Gal leaned on Asa's arrow and said with his lips curled up.
Asa squinted his long and narrow eyes, glanced at the broken door lock, yawned and said in a daze, "Let's talk about it tomorrow, I don't want to move today." After finishing speaking, he put Gal on the bed, moving slowly. climbed up.
Before losing consciousness, Asa wondered in a daze: Is it a disease for a vampire to sleep on the bed? Do you want to ask Seaman what's going on tomorrow...
Cal lying next to Asa listened to the steady breathing around him, his emerald green pupils fixedly stared at the curtain on the bed. The immature face seemed to be covered with a layer of black mist, and the bulge in the quilt became bigger and longer, until it turned into a tall and slender man.
The silver-haired man hugged Asa sideways, buried his handsome face behind Asa's neck, took a deep breath, and whispered in a low and cold voice, "The extra people are the only ones for each other."
Answering his question Asa's steady and slow breathing—
The sun outside the window is slightly drunk, and the morning breeze blows in through the open window.
Gal was lying on the sofa with the bottle wrapped around his limbs, drinking hard with his head hooked, but his eyes were fixed on the man standing in front of the clothes.
The man wearing a pair of home sweatpants stood bare-chested in front of the mirror, holding the clothes but not in a hurry to change.
Asa frowned and looked at his chest, a few faint red marks stood out on his fair skin, and his pale pink breasts seemed to be broken by something—
Asa glanced at the broken door with a strange expression. Could it be that the door was not closed last night and a pervert entered? But the luggage is safe and sound, if you come in and just leave, then this person is too idle.
Asa turned his head and looked at Gal who was wolfing down the bottle, or was it Gal who was so hungry at night and came up to drink milk
"..."
Thinking of the latter possibility, Lake Asa's blue pupils flickered, and he decided not to think about it anymore.
Pressing on the chest with one hand, the slightly red and swollen nipples quickly recovered and healed—
Cal looked at Asa who was starting to put on clothes, his emerald green pupils flashed with joy, and his lips with a pacifier slightly curled up.
Cal put the empty bottle aside, pointed to the little gray sweater in the closet and said, "Dad? I'm going to wear this today."
Asa glanced in the direction of Gal's finger, then looked at the gray sweater he was wearing, "..."
Maybe Seaman got one thing right, Gal Electra.
Satisfied, Gal put on a gray sweater and leaned on the sofa, obediently watching TV.
— tuk tuk tuk.
There were three knocks on the door in an orderly manner. Asa, who was arranging his clothes, was taken aback. Could it be Alan who came to him so early
"Come in, the lock is broken."
The door opened, and Dean stood at the door holding a briefcase, bowed politely and said, "My lord, my investigation has made progress."
Asa put down the clothes in his hand, nodded to the other party, "Please come in."
When he turned back to the sofa, Asa's eyes dimmed a little. According to Seaman, the four generations of Bruhl who leaked the news of his pure blood should be Dean.
Dean followed Asa to the sofa and sat down, and you took out five sealed folders from the briefcase, "These are the materials of magicians who died in the 'escape from the coffin' magic."
Asa picked up one of them and opened it, and what came into view was a man with a bright smile.
Dean, who was sitting on the side, glanced at the folder Asa picked up, and introduced, "Mike, a Los Angeles magician, died in a coffin in 2009. It is said that the driver did not grasp the timing and started the vehicle ahead of time. As a result, the magic failed and Magician Mike died instantly."
Asa looked at the death report and the news bulletin at the time, nodded and opened the others.
The men in the several folders vary and the causes of death vary, but apparently all five died as a result of the magic 'escape from the coffin'.
The cause of death is also very bizarre. A man named Steven even died because of an explosion in the coffin.
After putting down the materials, Asa did not speak, but leaned back on the sofa and looked at the chandelier.
Dean looked at Asa and took out another folder, "Here is the driver's transcript. He insisted that the car clock was out of order, which caused him to get the wrong time."
Asa closed his eyes and didn't pick up the folder in the other party's hand. It's been too long since these things have passed, and even if the case with insufficient evidence is handed over to the police, there will be no progress.
Dean looked at Asa with a cold expression, and withdrew his hand in embarrassment. Asa's attitude towards him made him guess some reasons, probably because Duke Seaman said that he reported the letter back.
Dean pursed his lips and was about to say something when he saw the green-eyed baby sitting next to Asa, who seemed much older than when he first met.
Just when Dean was puzzled, the silver-haired baby who had been watching the TV turned his head to look at him. The emerald green pupils that should have been full of innocence were condensed abnormally, like beads radiating cold air.
"..."
Dean pursed his lips, and quickly took out another document from the briefcase and put it on the table, "My lord, I also found out that Mu Yuan has a teacher."
"Teacher?" Asa snapped his eyes open, staring straight at Dean. "He has a teacher?"
Dean was taken aback by the other party's reaction, and then smiled softly, "Mu Yuan is a Chinese. He has come to Las Vegas to learn magic for ten years. How could he not have a teacher?"
"..." Asa inadvertently put away the expression on his face, picked up the documents on the coffee table and began to look through them.
That's right, without a teacher to teach him, is he self-taught
"Sid White?" Asa frowned, reading the name on the paper blankly, "A master of mechanical magic in the 1980s?"
The photo showed an old man reading a newspaper in a wheelchair. Although his head was covered with white hair, he seemed to be in good spirits. An inexplicable sense of familiarity welled up in his heart, and Asa held the photo in a daze.
Dean nodded, "Yes, Mu Yuan never told the public about his teacher. He left his teacher in 2010 and picked up Berg in 11."
There was a flash of understanding in Asa's eyes, "No wonder the other party is good at mechanical magic."
"We can't find out why Mu Yuan left Sid." Dean took out another photo from the pile of photos and handed it to Asa, "But the relationship between the two of them seems to be very good. Mu Yuan's performance accident resulted in his death. After the news reached Sid, this old man who had been in good health was hospitalized."
Asa was stunned after receiving the photo handed over by the other party. Compared with Sid in the two photos, there was a huge difference.
The old man in the first photo has a ruddy complexion, and the white hair on the top of his head is also well-groomed, while the old man in the second photo has a sad look, his skin has no luster, and he is really old.
Looking at this photo, Asa's chest felt a little stuffy, his throat contracted unconsciously, and his heart felt a little sore.
An inexplicable sense of guilt welled up in his heart, and the corners of Asa's eyes felt a little sore.
"Sid's legs had an accident during a performance in 1985. After amputating his legs, he never performed magic tricks again." Dean closed the cover of the Gazette, "After retiring, he slowly faded out. People's vision, but his achievements are rarely forgotten, and his wax figure is still in Madame Tussaud's wax museum."
Asa didn't speak, but stared blankly at the photo on the newspaper clipping, opened his mouth dryly but nothing came out.
It took him a long time to find his own voice, the cold voice was a little hoarse, "Do you have his current address?"
Dean nodded, and pulled out a piece of paper from the folder containing Sid's information, "The other party lives in New York, and the address is here."
…
"What? You're going to New York?" Alan's poker face cracked a little.
Asa stood at the door of Allen's room with the suitcase in his arms, and said flatly, "Go and go." After speaking, he raised the ticket in his hand.
Alan rubbed his eyes, looked at the words on the ticket, "Oh, I really can't help you, come back in a few days?"
"Within three days." Asa frowned, his tone a little uncertain.
— clang.
Alan was obviously very angry at Asa's killing first and then playing later, and closed the door without saying a word.
"Dad, Uncle Allen seems to be angry." Gal, who was sitting on Asa's arm, said worriedly.
Asa raised his eyebrows indifferently, and walked out of the hotel with his luggage, "It's okay, he won't be angry for long."
After finishing speaking, Asa weighed the baby in his hand, frowned and asked, "Are you getting heavy again?"
"..." Cal looked at Asa fixedly, stretched out his limp hands, "Is there any?"
Asa weighed it again with a blank face, "Isn't there?" So hugging each other every day, does it feel different
Gal sat in the taxi, turned to Asa and asked, "Dad, are we going to see that teacher?"
"Hmm." Asa's voice was very low, obviously not wanting to say anything more.
It took Asa more than three hours to fly from Las Vegas, which is located in the far west of Canada, to New York on the Atlantic coast. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon when two people, one big and one small, got off the plane.
The weather in New York today is not very good. There is a drizzle under the slightly dark sky, and pedestrians on the road are holding umbrellas.
"Father, I'm a little hungry." Gal buried his head in Asa's arms with some grievances.
Asa looked at the bustling streets of New York, he didn't like places with too many people.
"I'm also a little hungry. I'm going to find the hotel I've booked." When I looked down, I saw a strange blush on Gal's neck.
"Why is your neck so red?" Asa turned Cal over, and frowned fiercely, "Why is your face so red? Cal?"
Cal closed his eyes slightly, his body flushed strangely, and whispered, "Dad, I'm so hungry."
"..."
Asa was a little at a loss, took a taxi and rushed to the reserved hotel.
"Dad, my skin hurts so much, I'm going to explode." Gal's face became more and more red, and the light blue blood vessels were slightly raised, as if blood would break through the blood vessels at any time.
Asa went through the check-in procedure with a gloomy face and found the room.
— click.
The door was kicked shut by Asa, and Asa took off Gal's baby clothes as he walked, "Don't be afraid, Daddy knows what's wrong with you."
After finishing speaking, Asa pressed Gal, who was only wearing baby pants, on the bed—