James gained some consciousness. Vertex 23S. The fastest update is a little bit about a soft dream. Most of the things used to describe soft things are cotton and clouds. For example, it feels like lying on a cloud made of cotton. But James' feeling is that he is a cloud made of cotton.
Then this little bit of consciousness expanded. Before the dream. It's pain.
Most of the things used to describe pain have to do with physical destruction. Such as childbirth, injury... But James seemed to feel more, more, more desperate. die. The kind of pain where you know exactly where the pain is going to lead your life but are powerless to stop it.
This nascent consciousness continues to expand. Before the pain, it was, it was...
"Finally, you're awake." An impatient face and impatient voice.
It's this face!
Uh, no. Not this face. The face in James' consciousness is wider, bigger, fuller, and energetic...
"Wow wow wow..." What James wanted to say was, 'Who are you! 'In the end, it was just a few strange screams.
"Uh, wait a minute." A thin hand pinched James' chin and pushed it up, "Don't move." James' struggle was suppressed, "Are the vocal cords in front of or behind the trachea? Uh, forget it, try try."
The feeling of something moving in his throat spread throughout James' body.
"Try again." The impatient voice ordered.
"Who are you! Where are we?!" James regained his freedom and pulled his throat, it was so smooth~
"I saved you." The strange thin man shrugged, as if he didn't want to pay attention to James, walked away, sat back on the chair in the corner, picked up something like a manuscript, and continued.
Only then did James consciously observe his surroundings.
This is indoors. Judging from the furnishings, it's not someone's home. It's probably just a room in a simple hourly hotel in Beqi District. As you all know, the kind where the doors and windows are closed, the light is pink and dim, and the bed is the main piece of furniture. James was on the bed.
James' face turned dark because he found that his clothes had changed. Not only did they not fit him, they were also completely inconsistent with the style of his diamond bachelor status...
Before James had time to observe more, the unfamiliar thin man bent down, lifted a can on the ground, took a few puffs, put it down, and continued to turn the pages.
James was stunned for a moment, and immediately said, "You are a vampire!" James recognized the jar, it was the 'General's' blood storage jar.
As if he didn't like James' tone, the thin strange man glanced at James and said, "You are human." It was a bit ridiculous and childish. You poke me, and I poke you.
His eyes returned to the page that Zhen was reading, "You need to thank me for saving you. You are still human."
James is not prepared to stay here and talk to a strange vampire. Humph, do you need to guess James' behavior pattern? He quickly jumped out of bed and ran towards the door.
"I think Zach's biggest mistake in Barton was letting you live." He said inexplicably, crossing the only large furniture bed from the corner of the room, and reaching James who had already pressed his hand on the doorknob.
James turned back gloomily and stared at the corner. The police detective still has some professional qualities. Except for the change in his clothes and the initial inability to speak, he did not suffer any harm, so it would be too... wasteful to just walk away like this.
"Who are you?!"
"Haha." The vampire in the corner smiled, "As if you know who I am if I tell you my name." This is so philosophical. Names are just the ultimate expression of code names. The thin man moved his body, once again lifted the blood jar that shouldn't belong to him, and sucked, "But I know who you are. James Lance." The pages of the book in his hand were dangling. To show that he knew the source of who James was.
Is it an illusion? This skinny guy is no longer so skinny.
James still maintained a posture of being able to open the door and go out at any time, "Is that Madison's manuscript?!" James just didn't learn lessons. The questions he asked have never been answered directly, but he still persists in asking questions.
"Zach should have let you die and let the alien take your place." The vampire was still commenting on the story on the page.
"Do you know Zach?!" James' prejudice made people speechless. "Who are you?! What does he want to think about?!"
The blood tank in the corner was lifted again, this time without any subtlety, it was held directly and raised.
It's not an illusion. The thin man became fat. The blood tank was also empty and was thrown aside casually. The vampire stood up. The pages of the book in his hand shook casually, crumpled into a ball, and threw them into the trash can next to the bed. He glanced at James and ignored him. He rummaged through the bedside table, found a match, lit it, and threw it into the trash can.
The two watched the flames in the trash can go from vigorous to extinguished.
James asked, "How many manuscripts have you burned?!" The detective's belated observation showed that the ashes in the trash can were somewhat full.
The only question that was properly answered was, "Read one volume and burn another." The tone was so relaxed that it made James uncomfortable, "That's the first volume. I read it backwards." The vampire seemed to hesitate for a moment, sorted out and left He looked at the bed where James had been lying on, "If it wasn't for waiting for you to wake up, I wouldn't have seen that far ahead. I don't care." He glanced at James, who was still maintaining his posture at the door, "Fortunately, I saw , now I know that it was you who started all the mistakes."
James became inexplicably nervous and glared at the vampire approaching him, "What are you going to do?!"
The vampire's already generous hand grasped James' hand on the doorknob, and the two of them were a little awkwardly close.
The sound of the door lock turning, "Open the door." The vampire opened the door and replied, "If you don't want to go out, I will." Then he really went out.
"Where are you going?!" James caught up. He refused to accept that none of his questions had been answered. That's what human beings are without self-awareness.
"The scene of Lin's self-explosion next time." It didn't matter whether it was leaked or not.
"What?!"
In the corridor outside the room, the light source was still dim. As James judged, this was indeed one of Becky's hotels, and there was still a woman standing at the exit who still wanted to show off her money-making tools in this winter climate.
"Do you want to follow me?" The vampire's speed was also strange. No matter whether James was walking quickly or jogging bumpily, their positions did not change. It was as if the vampire leading the way just wanted James to follow.
"What are you going to do..."
Entering the street. Surprisingly it's still dim. Only then did James realize in shock, "What time is it now?! How long have I been asleep?!" The last period in James' memory was just in the afternoon when he completed the police's unexpected search operation and then asked Da Go west to find Zach. Now, it is already dusk before nightfall.
"Sleep? Haha." The vampire smiled, "You have passed death once, James Lance. It took me a day to put you back together. You haven't said thank you yet."
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