It seems that he didn't know Andrew because there was no reaction on his face. He glared at Andrew and Andrew's car, and after walking a few steps away, he picked up his phone from his pocket and put it on his ear.

Andrew eavesdropped. Eavesdropping is not difficult. No one wants to practice this skill anymore, but as long as you take enough time, you can train your senses.

"There's a guy here who says the boss would be willing to meet him. The guard said. "He said his name was Andrew Lee. He was silent for a moment. Andrew couldn't hear what the other person was saying from the voice on the other end, only that it was a woman. "Hmm. He glanced at Andrew as he spoke. "Hmm. He said again. "Of course, of course, I will. Definitely, miss. “

Andrew reached through the window of the car into the car and pulled out his cane knife. Andrew stood on the cane knife and knocked it on the concrete floor next to Andrew's boot a few times, looking impatient.

The guard walked back, leaned sideways, and pressed a button somewhere. The door opened with a signal.

"Mr. Li, please come in. He said. "I can call someone to park your car if you need it. “

"It's amazing. Andrew told him. Andrew handed him the car keys and told him that the car was a few years old and was completely manual, and that he hoped that the driver would be able to keep the car in manual transmission.

Mr. Watchdog took a good note of the information, and took a small notepad from his pocket and copied it. As he was transcribing, Andrew passed him towards the house, and with each step Andrew tapped the concrete floor with a cane knife.

"Stop. He told Andrew, in a calm and firm tone. When they don't have a gun in their hands, they rarely speak with this absolute authority. Andrew stopped.

"Put that crutch down. He told Andrew. "Also, put your hand up. You're going to have to do a search before you enter the house. “

Andrew sighed, did as he was told, and asked him to search Andrew from top to bottom. Andrew didn't turn to face him, but Andrew could smell the metallic smell of the gun on him. He found the knife and took it away. His fingers ran over Andrew's neck and touched the chain.

"What is this?" he said.

"Pentagram. Andrew told him.

"Show me, with one hand. “

Andrew pulled the amulet out of Andrew's shirt with his left hand and showed him a five-pointed star connected to a circle, a perfect geometric circle. He muttered, "Okay." He continued to search and found the plastic pressed water bottle, which he took out of Andrew's pocket, opened it and sniffed it.

"What's this?"

"Wellness Coke. Andrew told him.

"It smells terrible. He closed the lid as he spoke, putting it back in Andrew's pocket.

"My crutches?"

"I'll pay you back when you get back. He said.

A knife and a cane are Andrew's self-defense equipment, and without these two things, it may cause a little trouble for Andrew. In addition to the magic he can rely on, Andrew has many other methods, of course, as a doomsday warrior, fighting in a desperate situation is the most common situation.

Of course, Mr. Watchdog also overlooked something. First, he missed the white handkerchief in Andrew's pocket, and second, he asked Andrew to wear a pentagram over there. He probably felt that as long as it wasn't for the crucifix or the cross, Andrew couldn't use it against the boss.

He was wrong. Vampires (or similar creatures) don't actually react to those kinds of symbols, they only react to the magic of faithful acts. Andrew's level of faith in the Lord Almighty may not yet allow Andrew to chase away half a vampire mosquito - Andrew and he just aren't on the right track.

The pentagram is a symbol of magic, and it took Queen Anne months to enchant, engrave and inject magic into this sealed treasure, which can prevent Andrew from completely exploding and destroying the whole world at a critical moment.

By the way, the watchdog also ignored Andrew's escape potion. The boss really should have taught her guards to be more vigilant about the supernatural and what to check.

The house is quite tasteful, with spacious rooms, high ceilings and thick floors, no other house has been designed like this. A well-dressed young woman with short, straight hair greets Andrew in the grand vestibule. Andrew saluted her, and led him into a study with an old crooked table in the center, and the walls were covered with leather-bound books similar to those of the leather chairs beside the table.

Andrew found a chair and sat down and waited. Wait a little longer. Wait a little longer. Andrew waited more than half an hour for the female vampire to appear.

She came to the room like a candle glowing with a cold glow. Her hair was a dull to shiny russet, so dark that it was barely noticeable, but barely visible. Her eyes are dark and bright, her skin is smooth and flawless, and she adds grace after makeup. She wasn't a tall woman, but she was slim, with a low-necked black gown slit on the side, revealing a large white leg, black gloves that reached elbows, and the $300 heels were the best subjects for psychopathic hobiosis. She's so perfect that she doesn't think it's real.

"Mr. Lee. She greeted Andrew. "Your presence here is a surprise. “

Andrew stood up as she entered the room. "Well, to be precise, did I surprise you by coming, after all, for so many years, the Ministry of Magic has almost ignored the vampires, and treated them as if they didn't exist..."Andrew said with a smile, noticing that the lady seemed to be very calm, even though Andrew was acting very unusual--- it seemed that she was much older than she looked, Andrew thought to himself.

"But personally, I'm looking forward to this meeting, you know, I've never seen a beautiful vampire like you before, I've met a few men, and that's not a good memory..... It's better to hear than to see, and you're so beautiful. "At the Quidditch World Cup, the Dark Lord clone once led a group of vampires to attack wizards, and although Andrew was not present at the time, Hermione and the others did confront the vampires head-on.

She laughed, her voice coming from the shape of her mouth, and her head tilted back, just enough for a moment to flash her fair pink neck. "You also look seductive and gentlemanly. And they were right. Being a gentleman in this country is a fascinating but outrageous thing. “

"We all belong to another world. Andrew said.

She walked up to Andrew and held out her hand, a gesture that was full of feminine elegance. Andrew bent down lightly over her hand, took her hand up, and kissed her lightly on the back of his gloved hand. "Do you really think I'm beautiful, Mr. Lee?" she asked Andrew.

"It's fairy, miss. “

"It's also very gentle and beautiful. She whispered. Her eyes drifted to Andrew, who looked him from head to toe, but even she avoided meeting his eyes. Andrew couldn't tell if she was deliberately avoiding inadvertently channeling her magic to Andrew, or if she was afraid that Andrew would use her with a Dementor.

She continued into the room and stopped at one of the comfortable chairs. At this point, Andrew naturally had to go around the table and pull out a chair for her to sit down. She stomped her legs, and with her dress and shoes, she was so beautiful. Andrew only squinted his eyes for a moment, then went back to sit down.

"Well, Mr. Li, what wind blows you to the Humble House? Do you want to have some entertainment at night? I promise you can't have such a good experience anywhere else. She put her hands on her lap and smiled at Andrew.

Andrew smiled back, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a white handkerchief and placed it on the coffee table. "No, thanks, I'm here to talk. “

Her lips opened slightly, and she let out a silent "ah". "I understand, so what's the matter?"

"It's about the female student, the female student from the Far East, and her murder. “

In an instant, Andrew saw the signs. The boss's eyes shrank and then widened, like a cat's reaction before it stabbed. She approached Andrew from the table at a fraction of an eye, her arm reaching for Andrew's throat.

Unfortunately, Andrew had been prepared, almost instinctively, and fell backwards from his chair. Although Andrew moved beforehand, the vampire was too fast for Andrew to dodge her approaching fingertips, just duck down his throat. With just a slight stroke, Andrew felt a slight chill on his cheeks, and she continued to approach, prostrate with Andrew to the ground, sharp fangs sticking out from behind his augmentation.

Andrew's hand violently shook the white handkerchief away in front of her, releasing the special sunlight that Andrew had sealed inside for the purpose of medicine. The sunlight lit up the room for a moment. Pretty.

The light hit the vampire, propelling her over the antique table and onto one of the bookshelves, tearing off a piece of her flesh as if it were a sandblaster peeling carrion from an animal's carcass. She screamed, the flesh of her mouth peeling away like snakeskin.

The sealed rays shot her into a sieve, "Deprivation!" and the dark gray spell immediately erupted from Andrew's wand, like a giant python, and pounced.

The vampire had a bat-like face, terrifying and ugly, with a head disproportionate to its body, teeth and claws, and shoulders arched, looking quite powerful. Membrane-like wings protruded from where her almost skeletal arms met her body, and her flabby black breasts hung underneath from the black gown, which no longer looked feminine.

Her black eyes were wide and hideous, and a thick leather-like skin covered her muscles, looking like a car's inner tube coated with petroleum jelly, except for countless small holes in it that had been eroded by Andrew's sun.

She recovered quickly, crouching and spreading her two long arms with claws at the end, and hissing in a roar.

Andrew held the easy disc in his palm, held it up like a vampire hunter you'd seen in a movie or cartoon, and said, "Relax, miss, I'm just here to talk." “

The vampire hissed and walked towards Andrew with clumsy and eerily elegant steps, paws still wearing the three-hundred-dollar black heels.

"Deprivation. Andrew said as he stepped forward. Yi Pan began to emit a clear cold light with will and conviction - this terrible spell can destroy the most powerful seal, and anything but time will eclipse in front of it, such a terrible spell is simply the will to destroy the embodiment in the world, let alone a vampire, even in the face of demigods, this spell can cause terrible damage.

Unfortunately, the more powerful the spell, the more difficult it is to use, even if Andrew now has the Hell Picture in his body to support it, he can't use this power at will, he needs to find a balance between strength and loss of reason, so as not to be completely ruined.

The vampire hissed and turned his face away, raising his mantiphant wings to block the deprivation. She took a step back, and a step back, until her slumped back hit the bookshelf on the wall.

"You killed her. The vampire snapped. Even though he was already mad, the voice coming from that bloody mouth was as sultry and feminine as ever, which was really unsettling. "You killed that Far Eastern student, she's my man, you boy playing magic. “

"Listen up. Andrew told her. "I'm not here to be treated like this, and the ministry knows I'm here, so you'd better get into less trouble. Sit down for me, we'll talk, and then we'll be gone. Relax, ma'am, do you really think I'm going to dare to come here after killing someone?"

"Do you want me to believe that you didn't do it? You don't want to get out of this house alive!"

Andrew felt ridiculous. This vampire actually thinks he's the bad guy. "How can I convince you that I didn't do it?"

His eyes, as black as the bottomless abyss, stared at Andrew through his burning disk. Andrew senses some magic around him trying to bring him down, but is subject to Andrew's willpower, just like this monster. The vampire roared, "Wizard, unless I see your memories!"

Andrew was slightly stunned, "You want to see my memory? I'm afraid that's not a good idea..."

"If you don't do it, you have a ghost in your heart. “

Quite dangerous logic. Andrew managed to address the current situation from her point of view. Andrew's presence scared her. She managed to get Andrew searched and disarmed. If she thinks Andrew is the one who murdered the female student, why does just mentioning the name make her furious? Andrew began to feel depressed again that not everything is what you see.

"If I give you such a chance. Andrew told her. "Success or not, I want you to make sure you sit down and talk to me. I swear by fire and wind, and I have nothing to do with her death. “

The vampire roared at Andrew, the power of deprivation rapidly weakening her, her skin beginning to lose its luster, her hideous appearance beginning to look like a dehydrated mummy. She tried to block the light with her fingers and claws to keep it from reaching her eyes. "Why should I trust you?"

"You don't have a choice, unless you want to be a pile of gravel, do you?" Andrew asked rhetorically.

Her mouth bared yellow fangs. "Wizard, if you don't believe me, then why should I believe you?"

"So you agree?"

The vampire froze, and though her voice still sounded rather poignant and resentful, it was as evocative as the unbuttoned silk shirt. Andrew felt that this time her words were heartfelt. "I promise. As long as you let go of me, we can talk. “

Andrew put away the disk, and the terrible power of deprivation was put away, and the cold light disappeared, leaving only the light of the electric light in the room.

The vampire lowered her arm, a long, jiggling pink tongue spitting between her chin and under her face before sliding back into her mouth. Andrew knew she was surprised, and she was surprised that Andrew actually let go.