Spreading wings into Fenya's dressing room, as expected of a pillar, the room is very luxurious, with high-end speaker equipment and a large bed, and the whole row of gorgeous clothes shines brightly under the light. Standing in the room and looking around, in the end, Zhan Wing's eyes fell on the makeup table.
There is a vase on the dressing table, and the red roses in the vase have withered. This is a little unreasonable. Hasn't Fenya used this changing room for a long time? Looking at the appearance of the guard at the door, it seems that she does not know that she will not be here today. Is no one coming to change flowers on time? Looking at the flowers piled up in the corner, it's obviously not that they can't be changed... but that Fenya doesn't want to change it, why does she keep a bunch of withered roses
Zhanyi rummaged through the compartment, and finally found a locked cabinet. He easily pried open the door of the cabinet, and the contents inside made him a little surprised.
There is a pocket refrigerator in the cabinet, open the cabinet, there are several sealed bottles inside, the red liquid seems to be artificial blood. Fenya is a blood family. It is not surprising that artificial blood is used on weekdays. The strange thing is that it is only a few bottles of blood, and it is not a rare thing. Why should it be locked in a cabinet
Zhanyi stretched out his hand and took out a bottle and shook it gently—the blood that was originally bright red turned into a light pink.
Slightly frowned, Zhanyi knew how the drugs in Fenya's liver came from, it turned out to be in these drinks.
But... this doesn't have any clues to explain the cause of her death other than to prove that Fenya was taking drugs.
"Tuk Tuk Tuk"
At this time, there was a knock on the door, soft and shallow, as if trembling.
Zhanyi frowned slightly, only to hear a childish voice coming from across the door, "Fanny? Are you back, Fanny?"
Zhanyi recognized that the knock on the door was coming from the other side, walked behind a pat of clothes, and found that there was a back door. He pulled the doorknob and opened the door.
At the door, a cute little girl about five or six years old stood there. She was wearing a pink princess dress, her blond hair was curly, and her big blue eyes looked surprised at the opening of the door.
The little girl, who was as delicate as a doll, was holding a doll in her hand. It was an expensive handmade doll, one big and one small, like two sisters.
Seeing that it was Zhanyi who opened the door, the little girl looked a little surprised, but she still stared, because she was so big and had never seen such a beautiful man.
Zhanyi squatted down and looked at her.
The little girl immediately hid her face shyly behind the doll.
But Zhanyi asked, "How old are you?"
The little girl winked.
"Fifty?" Zhanyi asked coldly, "What are you pretending to be?"
The shyness on the little girl's face faded, she squinted at Zhanyi, puffed her cheeks and said, "I hate it!"
The reason why Zhanyi asked this was because he saw that the child was a mixed race.
Both the mixed race and the blood race have a special period of physiological stagnation, which probably accounts for more than 70% of their entire lifespan.
They will spend a lot of time staying in their teens and twenties, the most beautiful age, which is what humans often say, youth is not old. However, the stagnation period is not controlled by its own will. 80% of normal people will stay in the range of 20-30, about 15% will stay in middle age, 4% will stay in old age, and about 1% will stay in childhood.
So there will be a situation where the heart of fifty or sixty years old is hidden in the body of a five or six year old loli. Such people are called dwarf vampires. Gnome hybrids are less likely to exist because hybrids don't live as long as vampires. Blood races will grow up sooner or later, but mixed races usually die before they grow up.
"My name is Sophie, are you a blood race?" Sophie put away the cute appearance of Little Loli, walked into Fenya's room generously with her skirt, and looked left and right, "Where's that little bitch? Don't run away."
Zhan Wing looked back at her, "Run?"
Sophie climbed onto a chair with the doll in her arms and sat down. "Who are you? New to dancing? How could the boss find a good guy like you?"
Zhanyi stood up and asked, "Has Fenya had any special encounters recently?"
"Encountered?" Sophie raised her face and thought for a while, "The boss asked her to accompany a guest before, and when she came back, Fanny seemed to have made a fortune, and people became complacent. After that, she was always mysterious. , I don’t have much contact with our group of sisters. This time I’m so cocky, I can go to the dinner of the Raymond family... I guess I won’t know us when I come back!”
"Who is that guest?"
"Why should I answer you." Sophie squinted at Zhan Yi, "Who are you? So many questions?"
Zhanyi took out a few pieces of money to give her, "Ask you what, what did you say."
Sophie happily took the money and nodded, "No problem. I don't know that guest. Fanny and I have known each other since we were kids, and she whispered to me that he was a big guy. She thought it was going to dance or something. Yes, but that person is weird, he just asked Fanny for some blood..."
"Blood?" Zhan Yi thought for a while and continued to ask, "Did Fenya take drugs?"
Sophie shrugged indifferently, "Yeah, everyone will eat something to cheer up."
Zhanyi finally asked, "If she died suddenly, who do you think is most likely to kill her, and why?"
Sophie was stunned. After a while, she understood. After thinking about it, she stretched out her hand, "This is not enough money."
Spreading the wings gave her double.
Sophie put away the money, stood up, and whispered to Zhanyi, "Boss!"
Zhanyi thought of the man in the suit at the door.
Raising an eyebrow at Sophie, that means—why
Sophie narrowed her eyes and smiled, "You look so handsome when you look at people."
"Stop talking nonsense."
"Okay, okay." Sophie continued boringly, "Because Fanny seems to have fallen in love with that guest!" Sophie shook her head with a tsk tsk, "This is a big no-no!"
Zhan Wing frowned, the clues were still not enough.
"The last time I saw Fenya was the day before yesterday and she looked haggard and said something strange to me." Sophie looked around again and said in a very low voice, "she said, 'Rose I have to live in a bottle, and after it withers, I hope I can burn the bottle into ashes and sprinkle it in the rose garden, so that he can at least look at me every day'."
Before Zhanyi understood what it meant, Sophie said, "You haven't seen me today, and I haven't seen you either." After speaking, she ran to the next door as if she were running away, closing the door and locking it by the way.
Zhanyi thought about Sophie's words just now, and his eyes unconsciously returned to the vase containing withered roses on the table. The flower was taken out, the water in the bottle had dried up, the wings swayed slightly, and a subtle "clicking" sound came from the bottle.
Zhanyi decided to take the vase along with the flowers, stepped out of the door, took a large black cloak at the door to cover his hands and the vase, opened the door... but saw a person standing at the door.
It was the man in the suit just now who was staring at him from the gate.
Seeing Zhanyi go out, he stretched out his hand and pushed his glasses gently, and asked with a smile, "You don't seem to have changed your clothes, don't you think they fit?"
Zhanyi is not flustered, still looking at him blankly, a perfect face has always been the best response, try Bailing.
The man in the suit was still attracted, he approached slowly, looked at the black cape he was hanging on his hand, raised the corner of his mouth, and asked in a low voice, "Performing magic? My guests are not here to come to see magic."
Zhanyi raised his head, his pale blue eyes like sea water looked directly at each other, instead of retreating, he asked him in a lower voice, "Then what are they looking for?"
The smile on the face of the man in the suit grew even wider. Looking at the beauty in front of him, he raised his hand and lightly unbuttoned the first button of the black shirt. His fingers slowly moved down along the edge of the shirt, and he pulled the second one, breathing slowly. After a bit of haste, "At least this is the case."
Zhanyi didn't move, and he didn't seem to care about the hot eyes on his neck and collarbone, and asked, "Is this enough?"
"Of course it's not enough, if I could..." The man in the suit slipped his fingers down, his fingertips lightly hooked the third button, and was about to pull it down gently, but was stunned...
"What else?" Zhanyi stood on tiptoe and asked in his ear, "Don't continue?"
The man in the suit froze in place, because he saw a snow-white person's chest, under the graceful undulating lines... There was a cross-shaped burn or... a blood-red birthmark
The scalded pattern on the pale skin gave an inexplicable burning sensation like fire. There is only one kind of person in this world who has this kind of mark given by God. To prove that the existence of such a person is like a cross to a vampire, an unavoidable catastrophe! .
As soon as the man in the suit looked up, he saw black coming towards him. Zhanyi slammed the black cloak on his face, stretched out his hand to grab his face through the black velvet, and could hear the sound of the sunglasses shattering. But obviously for the vampire, this little injury is just an appetizer.
With a "bang", Zhanyi slammed the man in the suit on the wall, and the hard bones of the black blood race and the huge thrust of Zhanyi pushed the man into the wall effortlessly. The bright red blood slid down the black velvet fabric to the ground, and the deformed body was covered by black.
Zhanyi looked at his watch, and it probably made the black blood faint for about five minutes. So, he took off the black cloak and turned to the light at the end of the long aisle.
Ignoring the bloody black blood behind him, he was recovering his skin little by little.
Out of the aisle is the dance floor.
On the dance floor, a crowd of demons and dancers were waiting eagerly. Many people just learned that there will be a special guest performance today, especially the loud noise just now, which directed everyone's attention to the exit of the aisle.
At the moment when everyone was not mentally prepared, a slender black figure walked out quickly and jumped to the center of the dance floor in three or two steps.
After a short silence, the crowd could see clearly the appearance of the man in black standing at the highest point. The screams and cheers burst out with the changing lights and the faint sound of the timely sound, which seemed extremely crazy.
Zhanyi stood at a high place, looking down at the bloodthirsty creatures writhing below the dance floor, his shining eyes were extremely ugly in the dark. He kicked one and climbed up the cylindrical platform, trying to get close to his vampire.
The long black legs are not blocked by the windbreaker, showing that the foot is extremely natural... The flying vampires and the bloody smell in the air made the group of demons in the pool completely crazy, and the music became stronger and stronger, reaching With a match that the human heart can hardly bear, the sharp fangs of the vampires all stretched out.
Under the stage, Kai held his forehead... Zhanyi is best at this trick.
Zhanyi raised his head and glanced into the distance. In the darkness, Bai Yu's white touch was particularly conspicuous.
He tilted his head slightly towards the door, motioning to... go there and wait. With a slight movement of the neck, the black broken hair drew a golden arc against the background of the chasing light, attracting a sound of suction.
In addition to standing still, the deep eyes have been staring straight at the white feathers with wings, Kai and Musa also saw the hints of the wings.
Musa was still very afraid of Bai Yu, hiding behind Kai and looking up on the stage, he couldn't help screaming, "Yeah! Yiyi is so handsome! Those vulgar fans are weaker than you!"
Kai was speechless and grabbed Musa by the leg towards the door, "Let's go!"
"Where to?" Musa tilted his head innocently despite his condition.
At this moment, the man in the suit rushed out of the aisle. Half of his face was still bloody, but he seemed to have regained consciousness. He pointed to the wings in the center of the stage, and shouted at his opponent, "Catch him!"
Zhanyi glanced back at him, saw that he was recovering quite quickly, and sneered.
Zhanyi didn't look back and smile on purpose, but the lethality brought out by the corners of his mouth was astonishing. The vampire has lost control. I don't know if it's instinct or the color is too tempting. The crowd screamed and rushed forward, crowded.
In the chaos, the men in the suit were unable to approach.
Zhanyi saw that the situation was almost over, raised his hand and waved out the black cloak, jumped over the flying and spread cloak, and landed on the heads of several huddled blood clans on the dance floor. Then took advantage of the situation and jumped again, and easily went outside the crowd, pulled up Bai Yu who was still standing there blankly, and ran out.
Musa and Kai were already at the door, starting their motorcycles and waiting.
But at this time, a loud alarm sounded in the bar, and the surrounding iron fences fell.
A group of men in black appeared at the door, blocking the way.
Just as Zhanyi was thinking of rushing out, he felt that Bai Yu, who had just been pulled by him, suddenly came in front of him.
He kicked a vampire who was blocking the way, and the huge impact force, together with the vampire, knocked the metal gate that had been closed at the door.
Kai and Musa bowed their heads in tacit understanding, avoiding the huge iron gate that whizzed past, letting the gate fall on the uninhabited road, drawing far away, and shoveling the white snow from the sky.
The huge roar made the thugs at the door stunned for a moment. At this moment, a white figure brushed past, with a strange wind, cold to the bone.
Bai Yu took a deep breath and laughed. He didn't know whether it was caused by the temperature difference between the inside and outside or the smell of blood. He felt that the feeling that he had slept for too long had suddenly awakened, and the power of evil was rushing in his blood... He could only use evil. Yao Yi came to the smile he described at this time, and the few blood races he looked directly at him covered their hearts, and instantly felt suffocated, and the sense of fear was overwhelming and unstoppable.
Bai Yu grabbed a thug who came after him, and pulled him in front of him by the neck. The blood-red eyes were a hundred times more ferocious than the blood clan inside, and the bloodthirsty aura disrupted the dance steps of the crowd amid the loud music and chaotic shouts.
The cruel breath overflowed from the moment when Bai Yu opened his mouth and showed his fangs. For the first time, the vampires were so frightened that they couldn't move because of a breath. This is a kind of fear that can only be described by instinct, as if the zebras on the African grasslands were panicked when they saw the lions...
"Hey!"
Just when the bloodthirsty moment fell, Zhanyi suddenly grabbed Bai Yu who was a little too high.
Bai Yu was stunned for a moment, and looked back while maintaining the attitude before biting, but Zhanyi raised his hand and slapped him on the head, "snapping", "Dog, why are you opening your mouth, close it! "
Bai Yu blinked, his arrogance disappeared immediately, and he was also a little puzzled. By the way, he reached out and rubbed his head. Within three seconds, he changed from a wolf with open teeth and ready to gnaw at living things to a big dog who was beaten. Stretching out her tongue and licking her fangs that were not stained with blood, Bai Yu became depressed, "Yi Yi, you are so violent!"
Zhanyi grabbed him by the collar and threw the man onto the motorcycle, then kicked the vampire who had scared half his life but still got in the way. He also got on the motorcycle, and Zhanyi handed the vase and flowers to Bai Yu, who was still scratching his head, and asked him to hold it tightly.
The man in the suit chased after him at this time, the blood on his face was long gone, but the ugly scars had not yet had time to fade. He was obviously furious to the extreme, grinned and chased to the door, but what he saw was spreading his wings and extending his two fingers, waving lightly in front of his forehead, his lips moved slightly, leaving a "bye~" mouth shape.
"Whoosh" and disappeared into the dark night sky without a trace.