The Enemy Always Wants to Pull Me into a Coffin

Chapter 50

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Hitomi announced that he would make a big movie about the werewolf ten thousand years ago, no need to shoot, the material was prepared by him. The protagonist of the story is a werewolf, a dark creature living in the snow, and the witnesses of the whole story are…

Arecio.

This news caused a "pupil earthquake" on the social platform "pupil".

[Report! The trailer was retweeted by the childcare center!]

[What about the time? Did time tell?]

[The sisters above, it seems to be the middle of next month at the latest.]

[It seems that I don’t plan to let me sleep again today. Yesterday, the attention center was invaded, and today I’m madly watching movie trailers.]

[I really want to see the movie of dark creatures ten thousand years ago! Hitomi's dad begged for a whole series, okay? ! I'll buy! I buy them all!]

This time, unlike "Flower of the Sky", Hitomi didn't let anyone participate in the production, but just kept quiet and organized and edited the massive amount of image data stored internally.

The online carnival and Hitomi's intense work behind the scenes have nothing to do with Arecio for the time being. There was nothing at the center for the time being, and he and the neuropathy returned home after almost two days. Ruzius first paid attention to the vegetables in the small flowerbed to confirm that they were growing well, and then the light brain he placed in the room suddenly rang.

With dirt still on his hands, he called out to Arecio.

"Alessi, answer the call."

With a bowl of crispy roasted almonds, Arecio jumped down from the second floor to pick up the communication.

"Which one? There's a neuropathy here."

"…?"

The delivery guy across from him slowly knocked out a question mark.

Arecio was enjoying the joy of smearing the insane. He suddenly watched the saint rush in with the mud in his hands, and immediately turned on the speaker, and dexterously turned over the sofa, leaving the almonds in his left hand unspoiled. The saint glanced at him, did not continue chasing, but replied to the light brain.

"Sorry, the kids at home were joking just now."

Only then did the delivery boy put away his question mark, and first expressed his apology. Yesterday, the store was nervously concerned about the real-time situation of the attack on the conservation center. Almost all orders were not delivered. Today, an extra lobster was specially included, and I apologize.

Ruzius then turned to Arecio again, the tip of the vampire moved slightly, apparently overhearing the call, and was quite interested in the lobster.

The saint suddenly smiled.

"… Neuropathy?"

Arecio smashed an almond in his mouth, listening to the "click" sound of bone conduction into his ears, he was wondering whether it was a lobster and bowed his head to a neuropathy.

"You made an appointment that night? Isn't there only one per person a day?"

He is still struggling, what if a madman tricks him into playing

"You can only have one a day." The saint said quietly, "But when I met an acquaintance, I used his quota to buy another one. I didn't expect two to be sent by accident. It's true that one person eats two. A bit much."

Of course, this is just showing off! He then smiled lightly, very politely.

"I forgot, there is no one here."

"… "

Arecio was so angry that he ate an almond and bit his own mouth.

"but… "

Arecio pricked up his ears.

"If you're willing to give me almonds, it's not impossible to negotiate."

"… "

"give or not?"

"… Do not."

"Is the lobster all mine?"

"… woo."

In front of almonds and lobsters, Arecio reluctantly gave up almonds and turned to lobsters. He was a little angry when he bit the lobster. It was not necessary for a small wound to heal quickly, so the bite in his mouth occasionally touched the rich and spicy sauce, which made him feel very sad.

But the lobster is really delicious.

After eating this hard-won dinner, Arecio huddled on the sofa to shut himself up, the almonds were gone, he was a little lethargic, and his mouth was sore again, what kind of suffering.

While washing the dishes, the saint observed him, watching the vampires form a ball on the sofa in frustration, and couldn't help but want to laugh. He glanced at the almonds that were kept at hand to prevent the vampires from stealing them, but it wasn't that he couldn't return them to Alessi. It was just that he had seen Alessi eating almonds before. After eating for many days, it was better to set some restrictions on snacks.

He drew a cat cat autism.jpg and put it on the refrigerator. While taking out some medicines made some time ago from the refrigerator, he took some sugar and other things. It didn't take much time, just put a plate of emerald pudding on it. On the low table in front of Arecio.

"Don't think about the almonds, the pudding is fine." He watched the vampires without raising their heads, and fumbled for a spoon on the table while shutting himself up.

… not!

Ruzius's communication rang again, he glanced at the content, it was sent by Marshal Olsen.

"I'm going out for a trip to the military." He got up and put on his travel coat. "I won't be back until in the morning. I'll take the almonds with me. Remember to eat the pudding, and there's some in the refrigerator."

Didn't the fangs bite the mouth? It would be better to eat some pudding mixed with potion.

Arecio had already reached for the spoon, but still looked up at him. Insane, this is too dedicated, and he has to go out at night.

After a soft closing of the door, Arecio slowly slid from the sofa to the ground. No one cares about him now. He can lie down and eat if he wants to. He can also place a new order for almonds. It only takes less than an hour for the robot to deliver to his door.

But he suddenly felt a little boring, so he sat up and ate the pudding without buying new almonds.

The neuropathy is gone, and the whole house is a little quiet. In the past, even when he was upstairs, he could hear a slight movement in the oven's operation, and then the aroma of sweet custard would come up, and it was the toast that the lunatic was baking the next morning. With the laziness of the vampire, Arecio really had a hard time understanding this kind of positivity of human beings, always preparing for tomorrow's affairs, always staying up late and having to deal with some things.

He put the empty dishes in the sink, and the automatic dishwasher ran immediately, washing them clean and returning them to the racks. Next to it is a large refrigerator. Arecio opened it. This is the first time he has opened the door of the refrigerator. The kitchen is almost regarded by him as the territory of the insane, and his own snacks have always been stored in the room.

The refrigerator has many layers, and the raw materials and finished products are clearly distinguished. The pudding is the most convenient place to reach for it. The pudding plate is pasted with a small light-colored paper sign that says "There is a potion". Looking to both sides, there are baked biscuits and snacks, dried meat and dried fruit, and paper labels are carefully pasted beside them.

[like to eat.]

[is acceptable.]

[Not very good.]

all of them…

Arecio's preference.

The vampire slowly closed the refrigerator door, resting his hands on the door, but his cheeks began to flush. He himself felt the rising heat, so embarrassing that he almost wanted him to stop this useless simulating human function, but in the end he just put the back of his hand on, trying to use the cool back of his hand to ease the temperature on the side of his face.

He seemed to be pulled back to the site of the press conference. In the silence with a slight noise, the saint said softly:

[…Aren’t you afraid?]

He rested his head against the refrigerator door.

He seems to be neurotic...

kinda…

The military department sent a car to pick him up, and Ruzius quickly arrived at the military headquarters, where his griffin was temporarily raised to recover. Olsen invited him over late at night, mainly for Zhu Heng. This time the temple finally revealed the tip of the iceberg, and they needed to seize every opportunity to deal with this dangerous organization.

Zhu Heng is undoubtedly a very suitable candidate. Theo used him and despised him. The most important thing was that Zhu Heng was familiar with the temple. As long as the military made every effort to send him in, Zhu Heng would become a nail in the heart of the temple.

The military has a new identity ready.

In the quiet and pale temporary prison, Ruzius saw Zhu Heng. The military has been very polite to this doctor, just put an electronic shackle on his hand, the old marshal is talking to him, and his expression is very relaxed.

"Here?" He greeted him kindly, then turned his eyes to Zhu Heng, "I have talked to Dr. Zhu a lot, and I have a deeper understanding of his determination. The military will provide all assistance, and the next thing will be To trouble you more."

After all, Ruzius was the hunter of the temple ten thousand years ago. Even if the times changed, the old marshal still believed that the current temple at least retained some things of the original temple, which was the only thing they could catch.

Luzius nodded slightly, the old marshal left, and only he and Zhu Heng were left in the room. He sat down on the chair in front of Zhu Heng, raised his eyes slightly, and greeted him naturally.

"I wish the doctor."

Zhu Heng smiled, and he gently took the initiative to raise the topic.

"For the next few days, I'm afraid Mr. Ruzius will have to face me every day." He smiled slightly, "Please, teach me as much as possible, those who can... help you under Theo's watch. , and then completely overturn his stuff."

He often provides psychological counseling to dark creatures, and with a gentle and harmless temperament, it is usually easy to bring the rhythm of the conversation. But he looked at the expressionless face of the saint opposite, and gave up doing so with a wry smile.

"Aresi is right. You really are very cautious about me."

The doctor's keen observation made him notice that when the saint on the opposite side heard the name "Aresi", the first slight change appeared in his expression. Before that, the saints were like unbreakable ice, seemingly transparent, but in reality they were harshly resisting the outside world.

It is not the first time that Zhu Heng has noticed this. He had noticed it when he was channeling Ruzius, who was insomniac.

"Excuse me, but before we get started, may I be a little off-topic."

The saint raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said yes.

"Actually, you are not only guarding against doubting me, right?" Zhu Heng said softly, "The expression and body language you occasionally show almost always means that you lack basic trust in the entire world you live in."

"Maybe this is just my intuitive feeling, but I am afraid you are also suspicious of Ellie, Marshal Olsen, and even more people."

Ruzius turned his pen, the sky-colored eyes were pale and beautiful, and many people would be seduced by this glowing appearance, and they believed in the bottom of their hearts that this was a noble saint, just like those legendary heroes. Generally, strong, fearless, caring for others. But Zhu Heng could see the deep indifference in those beautiful eyes.

"With all due respect..." he murmured, "you probably care very little about anyone other than Arecio."

When this sentence landed, Zhu Heng saw the saint on the opposite side nod.

"Yes," Ruziu admitted frankly. "I pay very little attention to other people."

His frank and natural attitude made Zhu Heng feel horrified by this cruel educational method.

"Who taught you like this... You are the only situation I have ever seen in my life. It needs constant indoctrination from a young age to form... Distorted..." Zhu Heng's voice was already trembling, and then he thought of the answer himself .

"Yes... the temple..."

Zhu Heng has never clearly realized what kind of organization the temple is like at this moment.

"Although it seems to be off-topic, we unexpectedly entered today's topic." Ruzius said lightly, "Then, let's start here. I think the process of training exclusive hunters in the temple ten thousand years ago is not bad. The entry point, which I am most familiar with, is where we start.”

He took a sip of water and said in a chatty manner:

"I remember that there were more than 80 children in our group. More than two-thirds of them died of cruel training and trials, and the remaining ones became hunters."

He spoke of the things he had seen in the temple, the regulations, the admonitions, some deaths, some strife. From his gentle narration, Zhu Heng gradually sketched an image of a behemoth in his mind. The faith of the people who own this behemoth seems to be clothed in the light of holy compassion, and at the same time, it is ambitious and unscrupulous, and all sacrifices are attributed to the glory of God's blood.

"My linguistics teacher once counted that the word I spoke the most in a day was 'Alessio'." The saint recounted this incident as a small episode, "In the first ten years of my life, I always I was wondering what kind of man that would be; and when I saw him, I was thinking 'he really is.' It can be confirmed in him, and defeating him means the end of my life."

Zhu Heng remained silent for a long time, he lowered his head, only his pupils trembled slightly.

"There was a hunter who succeeded, and I used to envy him." The saint continued to narrate, "The temple held a grand ceremony for him. Although he did not smile at first, he smiled at the end. He must be so happy that Couldn't make an expression at the beginning."

"I think..." Zhu Heng interrupted his narration with a trembling voice. This is unprecedented, because Zhu Heng is a very gentle person and is willing to listen. His abnormal behavior makes Ruzius stop talking and stare at him quietly.

"Is that person also an exclusive hunter? He... killed his destined vampire?"

"… Yes."

After getting the answer, Zhu Heng looked like he was about to cry.

"What...what a big mistake..."

he said in a low voice trembling.

"That hunter should really be unable to laugh."

"I am a doctor, and I am familiar with people's psychology. With the implementation of the temple's full set of cultivation methods, that [destiny] will prevail in the hunter's heart. This is the source of indifference and even suspicion towards the surroundings, and..."

"That [destiny], like a beluga whale or a swan, in the deep sea or in the sky, makes hunters chase for life."

"You will gradually understand everything about [destined], their legends and deeds, joys and sorrows. When you finally see them, all the knowledge of the past is like a key entering the appropriate lock cylinder and tightening it one by one. , confirmed one by one."

"Then in an instant, my heart swayed and I couldn't help myself."

He raised his head and looked directly at Lucius, at those sky-colored eyes that were rarely shaken.

He let out a sigh, and for all hunters with [destiny]—

"You probably..."

"I will love him."