After Zhanyi left the security center, he did not drive directly to the supermarket, but went to another place - the cemetery.
After many years, the lifespan of human beings has been extended, and death has gradually become a grand event. Many people look forward to death, especially the blood family with immortality.
Today, burials are divided into two forms, one is earth burial and the other is water burial. Cremation has been completely cancelled. Unless the deceased has special requirements, the body will be placed in a specific ice coffin and permanently sealed.
Zhanyi came to the tomb area of this area. Two palaces built side by side are very majestic. One is a black stone building and the other is a crystal clear glass building. One black and one white are side by side on the hillside, because A special angle is chosen, so every time the sun rises and sets, a colorful light will be projected in the long and narrow gap between the two buildings, which is completely in line with the dazzling color of the word "death". , the cycle does not stop.
There was a small flower vending machine at the entrance of the Crystal Palace. It stretched out its wings and stretched out its hands. Instead of picking white lilies or light-colored roses, it took out two very eye-catching golden yellow dancing orchids. The soft flower branches are sandwiched between the two fingers by the spread wings, and the hands are hanging on the side at will, and the golden flowers are still gently swaying like dancing butterflies. Very abrupt.
Pushing open the door of the Crystal Palace, the full-mirror internal structure, under the sudden attack of sunlight, produced a long, flowing light spot, which has been moving forward rapidly.
Zhan Wing closed the glass door with one hand, holding the dancing orchid in one hand, habitually inserting one hand in his trouser pocket, striding two long legs, walking through the long mirrored corridor unhurriedly, 360 degrees around. The mirror without dead ends projected his figure, no matter which side it was, it was unparalleled perfection... Perfect is the adjective for hearing the cocooning of the ears from childhood to adulthood.
In this era, perfection is no longer such a rare thing. Blood family, human beings, anyone can be perfect, but in this world, nothing is complete and beautiful.
He quickly reached the momentum of the corridor, and spread his wings and stopped in front of a glass door.
On the glass door, there was a flower formed of ice crystals, in the shape of a dancing orchid. Spreading his wings, he reached out and gently groped for the orchid, and then pressed his palm on the fingerprint reader beside the door.
Soon, the glass door opened, and a cold air and water vapor hit, with the faint fragrance of orchids.
Zhanyi was originally very quiet, but the moment he opened the door, it became even more quiet. Walking into the door, there was nothing in the room, only the blue water flowing slowly under the glass on the ground. In the depths of the sea, there is a square crystal coffin with a person lying in the coffin.
The sea water should be deep, the coffin is also ice, the surrounding is very cold, and the distance is very far, but it cannot hide the perfection of the person in the coffin.
Zhanyi squatted down slowly, picked up the previously withered Phalaenopsis, and put the new bright flowers in his hands on the glass floor. .
Standing up slowly, Zhan Wing was silent.
After standing like this for a long time, Zhanyi stretched out his hand, the back of his hand gently brushed the side of his face, and his white and slender fingers swayed in front of his eyes. Such a movement was natural, but its meaning was unclear. At first glance, it seemed like a child raised his hand to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, but... Zhan Yi didn't cry, there wasn't even an expression on his face, let alone any childishness.
Leaving the room and closing the door, Zhan Wing put his hands in his pockets, lowered his head and walked out of the Crystal Palace, faintly, in the silence, brought out a kind of strange resentment, Zhan Wing went out and got on the aircraft, raised his hands, and added a faint layer of resentment. anger.
The aircraft flew in the direction of the supermarket, spread its wings and left, not noticing a white figure squatting on the spire of the black palace.
Bai Yu stood at a high place and watched Zhan Wing's every move, and became curious - who would be in the Crystal Palace
He easily got off the roof, and Bai Yu also took a dancing orchid and strolled into the crystal palace. He touched the mirror with his fingers lightly, and admired how perfect his reflection was in the mirror. Bai Yu felt the faint breath left by the spread of wings and moved forward. Walk. Zhanyi is a very special existence, especially for the higher creatures of the white blood race, the blood of Hei Jie will leave a fragrance like honey in the air, which is very easy to distinguish and attractive.
Arriving in front of the glass door, Bai Yu stared at the fingerprint recognition system on the door.
It seems that there is no way to get in, but Bai Yu doesn't want to give up, there is no reason for no one to manage this place, so... He raised his face, "Is there anyone?"
Sure enough, after calling twice, I saw a middle-aged man in a white coat rushing over, "What's the matter?"
Bai Yu glanced at it, it was a red blood clan, so he knocked on the glass door lightly, "I want to go in."
"Uh..." The middle-aged man looked at Bai Yu up and down, and stammered, "This is a private cemetery, and the door cannot be opened without Mr. Zhan's permission."
Bai Yu was a little surprised when he heard the word "cemetery", but he didn't show it much, but lowered his face, his lavender eyes gathered a little crimson, and stared at the man, "I said, Open the door and let me in."
Sure enough, the deterrent force generated by the strong bloodline made this little bloodline help open the door of the room in a hurry, and did not forget to instruct, "Don't get dirty, Mr. Zhan will kill."
Bai Yu was a little curious and asked, "Who is buried inside?"
The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but replied, "It should be Mr. Zhan's mother."
Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, but hesitant. Would you like to go in and take a look
He stretched out his hand and patted the vampire's shoulder lightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't tell anyone that I've been here, of course, including Zhanyi."
"Yes... yes!" The middle-aged man nodded vigorously, and Bai Yu saw his legs were weak, so he hurriedly ran away.
In the end, Bai Yu walked into the empty room.
It was the first time he entered this kind of seawater cemetery, and he couldn't find where the coffin was. He was thinking of finding a tombstone, preferably with a photo on it, so he could see what Zhanyi's mother looked like. She must be a big beauty, right
The dancing orchid on the ground attracted Bai Yu, and he leaned over to look down... In the deep blue sea, a crystal coffin lay quietly in the white sand on the bottom of the sea. There is a small golden fish in the water. It seems to help eat plankton and keep the sea water and the coffin clean. The shape is very similar to the dancing orchid. It swims around the crystal coffin, like fallen leaves and butterflies.
Bai Yu quietly looked down at the person in the crystal coffin.
Inside the coffin was a woman wearing a long snow-white dress. She was very young, probably in her twenties. She quietly closed her eyes, and her long pale honey-colored hair was gently curled. points are similar. After all, she is a woman, and her beauty is at least a little handsome, but the person in this coffin is only full of beauty.
Bai Yu touched his chin and looked at it - there is no reason why humans are so beautiful, is it a mixed race? But it's too far away to smell or see, and it's impossible to tell the race. Bai Yu was indeed very satisfied with this beauty, but this "aunt" lay down very peacefully, with a very kind expression, but she didn't have the astonishing effect of spreading her wings - is she her biological mother
It is hard for Bai Yu to imagine that she created Zhanyi's character of extreme hatred for the entire blood clan. Before Bai Yu felt Zhanyi's memory, except for anger, he was unwilling, and except for hatred, it was pain. It can be seen that his childhood was very unfortunate, and the formation of a lonely child was There is a reason, but his nature seems to be normal, it can be seen that it is a change encountered in the middle. But there is one thing that Bai Yu is very concerned about. He did not find that soft and warm feeling of love in Zhanyi's memory...
The white blood tribe feels that human emotions and memories generally have certain things in common. Hatred is blood red hot, pain is black coldness, love is lavender softness, and maternal love is the most beautiful kind of existence, it is a kind of light yellow gentleness and softness, just like the soft petals of dancing orchids are touched by fingers. a feeling of. In Zhanyi's memory, there is no... childhood without a trace of warmth that cultivated his cold personality.
The more a person with such a character, the more strange there will be hatred, how exciting it must be! poor guy.
Bai Yu stared at Zhanyi's beautiful and young mother for about ten minutes, and didn't understand why Zhanyi was running, so she stood up and walked out.
When I went out to the door, I remembered the faint anger in Zhanyi's expression just now, and suddenly thought - shouldn't it be that Zhanyi is here to cultivate emotions
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Near the supermarket of the Heisen family, the opening ceremony was just beginning, and a large number of people gathered at the scene, which seemed very lively.
Zhanyi ignored whether there were people he didn't want to see, and didn't avoid people he shouldn't see. Instead, he went straight to the top floor of the building designated by the other party on the phone. The time at this time was two minutes away from three o'clock.
At exactly three o'clock, Zhan Wing successfully reached the top floor.
The top floor decoration of the supermarket building is very luxurious, full of a strong retro atmosphere. The furniture is all mahogany, of course, artificially cultivated, but the carved patterns are medieval, and it has a feeling of combining Chinese and Western, but it is really beautiful.
Zhanyi was not in the mood to look at the decorations around him. As soon as he got out of the elevator on the top floor, he entered a huge luxurious living room, which was somewhat similar to a museum. There were various works of art displayed around him, most of them were sculptures and oil paintings, but no one was there. There are no tables and chairs.
Spreading his wings towards the center of the lobby, he noticed that surveillance systems were installed all around.
When I walked to the center of the exhibition room, I saw a round box on the ground.
Zhanyi frowned slightly. At this moment... A voice came from a speaker device installed nearby. The speaker's voice Zhanyi recognized that it was the person on the phone just now.
"The contents of the box are yours, and just in case, you open the box, take out the contents, and put the weapon in the box.
With his hands still in his trouser pockets, Zhanyi lifted his foot and gently kicked the box. The lid of the box was kicked open, and inside was a pair of police metal smart handcuffs.
Zhanyi wanted to laugh a little, reached out and took out the pair of handcuffs from the box, raised his head, looked at the camera closest to him, and asked, "Do you want me to torture myself or someone else?"
"Haha." The laughter came, and the man's words brought out a bit of calculation, "Of course it is to torture you."
Zhan Wing held the handcuffs with one hand, pulled out the gun and looked around.
"I'm not in the room, I have no reason to put myself in danger, right?" The man spoke in a softer tone, "I asked you to torture yourself to prevent you from suddenly using violence when negotiating for a while."
Zhan Wing put the gun in the box, closed the box, kicked it away, then reached out and put the handcuffs on, "Then?"
As Zhanyi's voice fell, a "crunch" sounded... Not far away, a wall with oil paintings was opened, and a person walked out.
The person who came out was far beyond Zhanyi's expectations, because it was indeed a human being, and it was the most common kind of human being.
The man was probably in his thirties, with a 30/70 oil head, he looked like he had applied a lot of hair wax, he was not tall, and his figure was a little fat. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, giving the impression that he should be a businessman .
Wings frown - what's the situation
"There's a big difference between me and what I see on camera. Of course, I'm more handsome." The man rubbed his hands together and smiled shyly, "I'm here to talk business with you on behalf of my master."
Zhanyi listened patiently, leaned against an ancient Greek sculpture of the fourteenth century, looked at him, "What are you talking about?"
"Haha." The man laughed again, "Black robbery is indeed a very charming existence."
"As a human, you know a lot."
"The master values me very much, because I have some special skills." The man smiled brightly, "Introduce myself, my name is Schmidt, I am a negotiator, and basically any business can be negotiated."
Zhanyi doesn't play tricks with him, and looks at him indifferently, that means - let's talk about it!
"It's very simple, the Heisen family wants to hire you to do things."
After the other party finished speaking, Zhanyi blinked, and although his hands were clasped together, he stretched out, freeing a finger to dig his ear gracefully, "What did you say?"
"The Haysen family wants to hire you."
Zhanyi can hear it clearly, and it's a bit ironic, "Why hire me?"
"I want to hire you as a personal consultant to help you find something." Schmidt lowered his voice, "We can cooperate in secret, on condition that you open!"
Zhanyi thought for a while, "What are you looking for?"
"You can reveal it only if you agree."
Zhanyi nodded happily, "Then I agreed, let's talk, what are you looking for?"
Schmidt was a little caught off guard, looking at Zhan Wing, "You... agreed?"
Zhanyi frowned, "You're very long-winded, negotiator."
"Look for... the Holy Grail."
Zhanyi nodded, "It turned out to be looking for the Holy Grail, so I'm not interested." "Uh, but you promised to help just now..."
Zhanyi stretched out his hand and gently opened the handcuffs on his wrist, "Since your master is a blood clan, then I am negotiating with the blood clan. I have never believed in the blood clan."
Schmidt took a half step back, how did you open the handcuffs...
Zhanyi neatly lifted one side of his windbreaker and hung the handcuffs around his waist, "You can use your own handcuffs. I'm a policeman, so of course I have handcuffs, and I still have the keys."
Schmidt opened his mouth, squatted down and opened the box at his feet, and found that there was a complete pair of handcuffs inside, but there was no pistol.
A "click" sounded.
Schmidt raised his head, the muzzle of the gun in Zhan Wing's hand had lightly pressed against his forehead, and he broke down in cold sweat.
"This gun can kill red spears, blood clans, and even humans." Zhan Yi tapped his forehead, "Go and ask your master to come out, I won't negotiate terms with the little scoundrel."
As Zhanyi's voice fell, he heard a "smack" sound, and the surroundings suddenly became dark, and there was a "click, click" sound, it seemed that all the walls and doors were locked.
"hey-hey… "
Zhanyi felt a hand climb up his wrist along the pistol, his fingers were cold, and he took a step back.
At the same time, he felt a breath around him, with a cold and a little bloody aura.
A gloomy voice sounded, "The structure of the human eye is different from that of the blood race. In absolute darkness, humans cannot see at all, but the blood race can..."
Before he could finish speaking, he heard a gunshot.
Then came the sound of the bullet ship's scalp, followed by screams.
Zhanyi listened to the sound to identify the location, raised his hand and then the machine gun, and finally heard the sound of fleeing, so he followed the sound and walked over, but felt movement behind him, and lowered his head...
A gust of wind passed overhead.
"How do you deal with the sneak attack of the blood clan when you can't see it?"
At this time, another voice came through the microphone. The voice was a little hoarse, with a strong interest. Zhan Zhao's heart moved slightly, as if he had heard it somewhere.
"I really want to appreciate it, you are doing well..."
Afterwards, Zhanyi felt that there were people standing around. In the dark air, the smell of blood filled his eyes, irritating his nerves. The abominable vampire was in the dark with him. The night made people angry, bloody, It is the best embellishment to set off the night, which has always been the family motto of the blood clan.
Zhanyi put away the gun, pulled out a long black hilt, pressed the button, and the thin and sharp long knife came out.