James held the cup cake given by Detective Coulson in his hand. This was a snack specially prepared for her husband by Mrs. Coulson who was visiting the police station. He felt that he would never be able to escape the shadow left by Jin for the rest of his life!
James pushed open the elevator door and stood by the door of his house, frowning and staring at the broken thread on the retractable door. His home was invaded again! There was an iron patch on the door that was shot through by Ravenci before. James, who had experienced it once, set up a measure to warn himself. The door lock was intact, but the thread connecting the bottom of the door frame to the eaves of the wall was torn off, which meant that someone had opened the door to his house.
His right hand reached into his side, and the gun was already in his hand. James took a few steps back, thought for a moment, and pulled out a folded saber from his waist with his left hand. As a new police detective, James was already troubled by the various reports he had to fill out after shooting. If possible, James decided to avoid shooting as much as possible.
James, who was already on alert, did not enter through the main entrance, but retreated, walked up the stairs, and decided to go down the fire escape stairs of the building.
There are still people coming and going on Liszt Street. Men and women carrying paper bags, well dressed, hugging or laughing on the street corner. Shopping is the best activity to increase feelings, so no one will notice that in a narrow alley, a man holding a gun in one hand and a dagger in the other is peeking furtively into the building from the fire escape.
James’ loft is a two-story, airy duplex apartment that, from the outside, blends in with the boutique ready-to-wear store below. Behind the well-designed signboard, James opened the second-floor window of his house with heart, rolled forward quickly, and reached his bedroom!
James observed the surrounding environment and walked out of the bedroom. The guardrails on the second floor were made of hollow brass. James lowered his body so that he could clearly see the scenery on the first floor.
"Hands up!" James put his right hand on his left wrist holding the dagger. He shouted to the people standing in the living room below: "Do as I do! Otherwise I will shoot!"
The man with his back to James stretched out his thin hands, and the brightly patterned shawl opened under the slowly raised arm. The gray head tied smoothly behind him moved slowly, and the man turned half of his face.
The Indians have a prominent high nose bridge and deep-set eye sockets. Fine wrinkles extend from the corners of the woman's eyes and are buried in the sides of her head.
"Who are you?!" James had already stood up from a squat, maintaining a shooting posture, and pointed the gun at the Indian woman in her fifties: "You have now committed illegal intrusion..."
call out!
Silver light flew from James' side!
The standard attack posture was completely wrong at this time. James' weapons were all concentrated in front of his hand. The severe pain from his left wrist made his dagger fall from the guardrail first! The silver knife was inserted directly into his left wrist!
James tilted his body, and the direction of the gun in his right hand instantly shifted and trembled. Before he could let out a cry of pain, the woman on the first floor spun violently, facing James's cloak. Silver flying knife!
As soon as the woman's head moved in the air, James' aim lost its target. Silver light flew straight from top to bottom, shining on James's upper body!
James stepped back with a pale face, lowering his center of gravity, and was about to lie down, but beside him, a vague shadow hit him from his lower body like a wild beast!
puff! Nao! Nao!
The silver knife sank deep into the bedroom wall behind James! He himself was pinned down by someone! His right wrist was held by a strong hand, and he was slammed to the floor!
Snapped!
James' only weapon was also knocked away in severe pain!
Silver light shone in front of James. James ignored the severe pain in his left wrist with the flying knife still inserted. He put away his left arm and held it tightly against the dagger that was about to hit his face!
At this moment, James seemed to have returned to the past! The man holding his body, with almost unshakable strength, pressed the dagger to his vitals! Even now, except for the wrinkles on this man's face, he looks exactly like Rui Wenqi!
The floor beneath me was shaking slowly. Someone went up to the second floor! It's that woman!
Swipe!
The smelly, red liquid ignored James' bloodshot eyes and poured straight down from above! The woman looked down at James, who was completely controlled, and threw away the emptied jar!
The woman squatted down, stretched out her five fingers, and pressed directly on James's forehead, which was stained by unknown blood. Her somewhat aged eyes were closed: "*&... %... &+%￥# (spell)." The woman's eyelids opened, staring fiercely at James' completely surprised and frightened eyes, her thin lips parted, and a high-pitched voice sounded!
"Soul! Appear before me!"
What
Time seemed to stand still, nothing happened, a moment later.
"He is clean." The woman frowned at the strong old man who was still holding down James.
"Clean?" The man's hand pressing the dagger pressed hard again, forcing James back who obviously had something to say: "But you felt the power of witchcraft he used."
"Yes." The woman withdrew her hand from holding James' forehead and wiped it on the floor, "But he really has nothing to do with 'Midnight'."
"Then what should we do now?" The man frowned, "We let him go? At least erase his memory first."
"Yes." The woman nodded, "Hold him down."
James tried to twist his body in panic, but the dagger hanging above his head did not give him any room to swing! The woman didn't know what she was tinkering with, and there seemed to be the sound of bottles and cans clashing on the floor above her head. James wanted to look, but his sight was tightly held by the dagger in front of him, and he couldn't be distracted at all!
He now has countless questions and fears!
This time, he didn't think he would be lucky again when Louise suddenly visited her!
Well, James underestimated his luck.
The sound of the door lock breaking was heard, and the sound of the iron door being pulled broke the oppressive silence.
"Did we miss something?"
Zach stepped into James' home, followed by Benjamin with a beard. The two looked at Corden Blast, who was riding on James on the second floor, and Sibella, who was sitting beside him preparing herbs. ·blast.
The scarlet blood that had been poured on James's face traveled along the second-floor platform, over the brass hollow guardrail, and pulled out sticky threads and dripped to the first floor, making a soft pattering sound.
Zach looked at the silver knife stuck in James' left arm in front of him: "Is this how you, Mr. and Mrs. Hayate, thank the person who saved your son's soul?"
"That's sheep blood." Benjamin rubbed his nose and reminded the vampire.
"I know." Zach curled his lips, "Still, this way of thanking you is a bit strange."
"What are you doing?" Sibella put down the bottle in her hand and stood up with her legs propped up. It was completely impossible to tell now that the throwing knives nailed to the wall of the bedroom on the second floor were thrown by this old woman!
Sibella leaned against the guardrail, staring at the vampires and werewolves, her tone unfriendly, "Is he the one who used Ryan's soul-inducing spell?"
Zach was still standing downstairs and stretched out his hand, making a gesture of introduction: "James Lance. James, I have met Mr. and Mrs. Wind. They are the parents of Ryan and Ravenci."
It seems that the vampire's trip this afternoon was not in vain. They found the Hayate couple, but in a strange way.